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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 4 years ago

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Hi, I have an idea for Chishiya if it's okay! He have something going on with Kuina's friend, and after she didn't came back from a game everyone thought that she died, but she actually just left (she didn't want to become too attached to Chishiya maybe?) and 1 month later the militants found her and Chishiya is rather cold toward her because she left him without saying anything. Happy ending if possible, please

Thanks for requesting, here you go. Enjoy! 🥰

Home | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Kuina, Niragi)

Summary: You run away from the beach, but soon were found by the militants again. Chishiya, your closest companion, is mad when you return for not saying anything.

Warning: mention of sexual harassment, swearing, grieving, heavy angst

Word Count: 4.8k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if the ending is a bit cliché, but I really enjoyed writing this one!

“I’m so sick of this shit Kuina. She’s gone. What the hell do we do now?”

Chishiya and Kuina sat on the top roof of The Beach. Their legs were dangling over the edge, above the groups of people who sang their hearts out over the loud music. They couldn’t be down there themselves, not that night.

“It’s so unfair,” Chishiya grumbled, rubbing his stained eyes with his hands. “I hate how everyone just moves on like nothing happened.”

Kuina sniffled, trying to control her runny nose as she listened to Chishiya’s pained words. “Look Chish, it was going to happen to one of us three at some point, it just happened to be Y/N.” Kuina tried to keep her voice stable, but the occasional voice crack gave away her sadness.

“Yes I know, but it still hurts so fucking bad.”

You hadn’t returned from your game. You hadn’t returned back to Chishiya and Kuina. You hadn’t returned home.

*******

“Oi Y/N! Slow the hell down!”

You heard Kuina yell out to you from down the hall. You laughed at her desperate attempt to catch up while Chishiya walked at his own pace watching you guys.

“Why are we suddenly having a race?! We have all day to get down to the pool!” Kuina called out. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face her. “I want to get down there before the sun comes out and everyone wakes up! Don’t you want to have it just for us three for a while?”

“I suppose so,” Kuina breathed out heavily.

Chishiya’s lips pulled up into a smile as he watched you too bicker. “Oi you two. Be quiet. People in these halls are still sleeping,” he said.

Kuina turned to Chishiya and pulled a mocking bored face towards him. “Well you’re fun this morning,” she muttered in a sarcastic tone.

All three of you made your way to the pool on the bottom floor of The Beach, tripping and shoving each other playfully while giggling. You hardly ever did this together, because Chishiya always slept until noon, so you were excited about having the pool to yourselves before the sun came up.

When you reached outside, your chatters and the sound of your bare feet on the pavement broke the silence of the night. You hoped that Hatter kept the windows closed to his suite because you knew if you woke him up he would come down and beat your asses for being awake so early.

You looked over towards the pool that was still lit up with underwater neon blue lights from the night before. You’d think that they would shut all the lights off at least to save a bit of electricity, but apparently not.

Kuina had thrown her towel down carelessly on a nearby deck chair and was now chasing after Chishiya, who powered his short legs to try and escape her.

“Chishiya you’re going in the pool! You can’t chicken out forever!” she yelled as she caught up to him and wrapped her strong arms around his waist.

You could tell the years of martial arts training paid off for Kuina as she lifted Chishiya into her arms like he weighed nothing. “Bitch, put me down! I don’t want to go in the pool! Why is that such a crime!?”

You doubled over in laughter as Kuina held the cat-like blonde in her arms, him squirming more violently as she got to the side of the pool.

“Goodbye!” she yelled and dropped him into the pool. His screaming cut off as he was submerged into the water. You walked over and placed your stuff down, listening to Kuina and Chishiya bickering in the background.

It was a shame that you were planning on walking out on these guys. But in a world like this, the bad moments really outweighed the good ones.

“Alright you’re next!” you heard behind you, making you snap out of your short daze.

“Wait, no!” you bellowed as Kuina repeated the same thing she did with Chishiya. This time, it was his turn to laugh at you.

“Jesus christ woman. The fuck got you so lively this morning?” you laughed at Kuina, who gracefully dived into the pool to tease you two.

You felt Chishiya tuck his chin on your shoulder gently, taking you by surprise. “I guess we got to act as happy as we can now. Our five day visa ends tonight.” Chishiya mumbled to you two.

The air around the three of you suddenly became stiff at the mention of the games. You lifted your hand and placed it on Chishiya’s damp hair. “It’s alright, it was a fun and relaxing five days while it lasted,” you said cheerfully.

“Don’t say that like as if you’re going to die,” Chishiya scolded you. “You won’t die, none of us three will.” He was trying to reassure himself that he would come back from his game with you all happy and healthy waiting in the lobby for him. He hoped for that exact reality every time he had to leave you to restore his visa. He panicked even when you were ten minutes later than usual. It was a constant battle with anxiety when it came to caring for you in a world like this.

But unfortunately, while Chishiya was willing to fight against the growing anxiety that came with loving you, you didn’t want anything to do with it.

You and Chishiya have been as tight as two peas in a pod since Kuina introduced you. Kuina and you happened to meet at a diamonds game that was further in the centre of the city which was where you appeared in the game. She was nice enough to take you back to The Beach, because she thought that your intelligence and gentle personality would be useful.

But the plan of using you for Kuina and Chishiya’s own personal gain went out the window when both of them built a strong connection with you. They tried so hard to stop it, but in the end, they decided to make you an addition to their little manipulative games with the others. A mysterious duo became a peculiar trio.

That’s when Chishiya began to notice other things he felt.

He began feeling an irrational attachment to you, always wanting to be around you and always wanting to make sure that you were safe. You began noticing his additional little quirks as well, as soon you both fell for each other, without the other knowing of course.

Kuina obviously knew, as she was incredibly observant. She always kept her mouth shut though, wanting to see the drama play out in front of her. It was entertaining at times.

“You two are cute,” she gushed at you and Chishiya, holding a cheeky smile on her face.

Chishiya tucked his face into your neck to hide his blush, but it only made your heart skip a beat. “Shut up,” he mumbled into your skin.

You sighed heavily as he kept his place there, snaking his arms around your waist. This was honestly normal. The closer you’ve gotten with Chishiya, the less shy he’s been to convey physical affection. You loved and hated it at the same time, because you knew the more he made your heart race, the harder it would be to leave him.

At times you thought you’d rather deal with his cold and untrustworthy personality, like how he was when he first met you. It was easier to dislike him then, but now that his real personality has shown through, you realized how good of a person he actually seemed to be.

Chishiya never became close to someone, because he knew it would be hard to pull away when he needed to use them for his own survival. So he’s just always chosen to keep everyone at a distance.

You on the other hand, you hadn’t fallen down the deep whole of caring fully for someone in this world, but you knew you were about to stumble off the edge.

While Kuina and Chishiya waited to renew their visas, you waited to run away from the stress of waiting for your friend’s potential deaths.

******

You, Kuina and Chishiya trudged down the steps that led to the lobby. Hatter had called everyone to meet there a few minutes ago to prepare for the games. Hearing the familiar bell ring throughout the so-called paradise made your heart weaken. It was calling you to your end, every single time.

The trio of you took your usual place towards the back of the lobby, leaning against the cement walls and looking over everyone’s heads. How weird it felt, that by the time you gathered here next, the number of people would reduce by a couple dozen. It made your stomach sink in remorse. You truly were nothing more than soldiers fighting a war that wasn’t your own.

You looked down at your own feet, beginning to feel guilty about your plan of running away. The people you would abandon, the friends who would miss you. And even they can’t come find you, but you knew it was for the best. For both you and them.

You felt something tickle your hand. You glanced your eyes down to see that it was Chishiya, trying to sneak his hand into yours as Hatter began his booming speech across the crowd. You looked up to the blonde’s face, but he was focused on Hatter. You smiled sadly and accepted his hand into yours, earning a soft squeeze from him.

Kuina placed her head on your shoulder, leaning closer towards you. It was as if they knew, and they were trying to get you to change your mind. You felt tears building up in your eyes, but quickly wiped them away with your hoodie sleeve before anyone noticed.

Damn. You were never going to forget them.

******

Chishiya sat in the leather lounge in the lobby. He had just arrived back from his spades game. Wasn’t too difficult, for him at least.

Only now he was stressing inside, leg bouncing up and down on the carpet quickly. He knew you wouldn’t return for a good while, but yet he always was worried about you. No matter the situation.

Niragi didn’t help the situation. He strolled over earlier with a few of his militant mates and roughed Chishiya up for a bit. He honestly wasn’t in the mood for their antics, so he didn’t fight back much. They eventually got bored and walked away.

There hardly was anyone in the lobby, it was strangely quiet.

Chishiya looked towards the entrance to the lobby where a small group of people just walked in from. He recognized them as the group Kuina was placed with, so he stood up from his seat and quickly made his way over.

He managed to spot Kuina walking by herself at the back of the group. Chishiya let out a relieved sigh and strolled up to her. “Thank god you’re okay,” he said, giving her a short hug. “You too,” she replied.

They walked back over to where Chishiya was sitting beforehand and sat down. “Do you know who Y/N went with?” Kuina asked.

“No idea, I had to leave with my group before hers,” he answered.

They both sat in silence for a while, hearts squeezing in on themselves from tension.

As group after group piled into the lobby and moved to go to the back pool to celebrate their wins. While their hearts and minds were overflowing in joy of surviving, Chishiya’s and Kuina’s slowly became heavier and heavier with grief.

One of the last groups finally came back, being a few hours later than everyone else. Chishiya searched the small crowd for your familiar face, but didn’t see it.

“Kuina,” he started with a tense voice. “Don’t say it,” she immediately cut him off. “Don’t say anything Chish. She’s fine, I know it.”

That became harder and harder to believe the later into the night it got. Soon enough, no one was left in the halls and the lobby, either gone to bed or stayed out in the pool area.

Chishiya didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t feel anything. His body was tired from the constant tensing, the constant anxiety.

He stood up abruptly and looked towards Kuina, who had her head in her hands. He gave her a sad smile, and reached his hand out to help her up. “Come on, let’s go to the roof like old times,” he smiled, fighting the tears building up in his eyes.

*********

When they reached the top of the building after climbing many annoying flights of steps, Chishiya tilted his head back to feel the wind blow around his head. He opened his eyes and saw the galaxy of stars above him. ‘So weird,’ he thought to himself. ‘In a horrible place like this, such beautiful things can still exist.’

Kuina and Chishiya sat on the edge of the roof, feet dangling off the edge. Complete silence took over them. Neither of them knew what to say.

Kuina broke her gaze off the staggering height of the drop below them and glanced at Chishiya. He was staring straight ahead of him, hoodie covering his face so she couldn’t see what he was looking at.

“Chish, are you okay?” Kuina asked quietly, leaning forward to try and see his face. It felt strange to her, having Chishiya be completely silent for a change. Usually he would be making a smartass comment or a teasing joke towards her or Y/N. It was like the happiness in him had drained out.

He didn’t answer for a short moment, but then he turned his head to look at Kuina in the eyes. Kuina was taken back.

Chishiya had pools of tears cascading down his pale face, mixing with the sweat that he still endured from the game. He let out no sobs and no cries. Just dry, empty tears running down his cheeks like doves flying down the edge of a cliff.

“No, I’m not okay,” he muttered to her. “This fucking sucks.”

*******

It had been a few weeks since your death, not that there was a huge difference at The Beach from your disappearance. Everyone carried on like normal, everyone except Kuina and Chishiya.

They became secluded, more than usual. Kuina spent most of her time in the hotel’s gym, trying to distract herself from everything that happened. She wanted to get stronger so she could win games, she knew that’s what you would have wanted.

Chishiya however, he wasn’t taking your death well at all. Chishiya lost his fire, his headstrong attitude and snappy remarks. He kind of disappeared himself, but only his body stayed.

He felt stupid at times. What would he have expected? Of course you died, knowing his luck. He began irrationally thinking, believing that the world took you away because he didn’t deserve someone as warm-hearted as you. He felt cheated almost. It was like the universe had you dangling on a string in front of him, and when he finally had the courage to reach towards you, it yanked you away out of his view.

When he was having particular hard days, he would lie on his bed in his room for hours, not bothering to get up for food or the bathroom. He felt numb inside, he honestly thought nothing would be able to hurt him anymore, because he’s endured the worst of his emotions.

The mirror in his room was smashed, due to his own doing. He broke it a few days after the incident, screaming into the stuffy air of his room and throwing one of his makeshift knives at it. He watched in pain as it crackled and crumbled under the impact, seeing his own reflection fall into a million pieces, much like how he was feeling at that moment.

He had never experienced this kind of hurt before. He always thought other people were being dramatic when they broke down crying after hearing their significant other or friend didn’t make it back to The Beach. He thought that it should’ve been expected, that they shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. But he guessed you never know what another person is feeling unless you experience it yourself.

But god, does he wish he didn’t, because it hurt more than a thousand knives to his cold, stone heart.

**********

One day, Chishiya was standing on the edge of a balcony that looked over the entrance to The Beach. He enjoyed standing up there because he loved the spectacular view of the ocean. It reminded him of his real home, when he used to ride his bike down to the beach with his friends and swim in the water for hours. He missed life when it was so easy for him.

The breeze was cool on his skin, giving him goosebumps. It felt refreshing and somewhat free, a small taste of bliss for him. His eyes were shut as he listened to the crows screech in the distance and the ocean waves hit the shore. The sound of nature rang in his ears, making his endorphins swirl in his brain.

It was a good break every now and then from the usual melancholy emotions that swarmed around him, keeping his happiness locked down in chains. While he was on that balcony, actually breathing fully and normally for once, his demons decided to let loose of the chains that held his sweet happiness trapped.

Chishiya opened his dark eyes and glanced downwards towards the bottom level and saw something that caught his eye.

A group of three militants seemed to have a young woman in their grasp, one of them being Niragi himself. Chishiya watched as they tried hard to hold the smaller person at bay, as she was thrashing around trying to escape.

He frowned, confusion painting across his face. That girl, she looked oddly familiar.

Niragi told the militants to bring her around the side of the building, where a small alley was located beside the entrance. Chishiya knew that’s where the militants dragged people to kill them off, they were planning on killing her.

Chishiya wondered what she did that was so bad. Hatter hardly ever gave the order to kill someone, unless the situation was betrayal or anything worse.

He moved himself along the balcony towards where the commotion below him was occurring. He wanted to hear what they were saying, because who knows what shit Niragi gets up to without Hatter knowing. It seemed a little too suspicious to be dragging someone to their death in broad daylight, especially where everyone could see.

Chishiya heard slight fragments of what they were yelling: “You thought- … run away?!” Niragi screamed in his psychotic voice. “Let go of-...! …could have just left me there!”

Chishiya felt his heart drop. That voice, it was all too familiar. How could he have forgotten what your voice sounded like.

He lifted his head and stared forward in shock. That couldn’t be right, you’ve been dead for weeks!

He thought for a second, trying to come to a possible conclusion with the horrific yells in the background of his mind. How is it possible you could still be alive?

That couldn’t be you, it just couldn’t be. Chishiya shook his head and chuckled. “The fuck am I thinking? Great, now I’m hallucinating. No one told me that was another stage of grief.”

He turned his body to walk back inside to look for Kuina, until he heard the young woman getting attacked yell again, this time, clear as day.

“Chishiya! Kuina!”

That was it. That was definitely you.

Chishiya lifted his legs and began sprinting towards the staircase inside. There was no doubt in his mind that that wasn’t you. The way you said his name was too real to not be you.

He tripped and stumbled down the stairs, almost falling flat on his face on one flight. He had to get there before you were dead, for real this time.

As he pushed his entire body weight against the entrance doors to the hotel, he pulled a small knife out his white hoodie pocket. He had made it out of glass from his broken mirror, considering that Hatter wouldn’t allow him to have his own weapons.

Your screams were much more prominent now, more desperate sounding and more fearful. The sound pierced through Chishiya as he made his way quickly around the side of the hotel.

There you were, being pinned against the wall by two militants while Niragi held the barrel of his rifle against your chest, right over your heart.

Chishiya yelled out, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering his current situation. It was three tall men with guns against a small, frail man with a makeshift knife.

“Chishiya! The fuck you doing here?” Niragi asked with a cheeky smirk on his face. God, Chishiya wanted to punch him so bad.

“Let her go Niragi, you don’t want this to get ugly do you?” Chishiya threatened, holding his glass knife out.

Niragi laughed along with the other two militants. You still struggled against their grip, seemingly more calm with Chishiya distracting them.

“How cute ‘ey? Little blonde twink coming to save the love of his life, how sweet of you.” Niragi pressed, pushing his rifle harder against you just to push Chishiya’s buttons.

“If you haven’t noticed Chishiya, she ran away! She never died like you thought she did! She ran away from The Beach, she ran away from you!”

His words were like bullets in Chishiya’s chest. He felt belittled and mocked, he hated it.

“Shut up! She wouldn’t do that!” he yelled frustratingly.

“Oh really?! She wouldn’t?! Then explain why we managed to find her strolling the streets of Tokyo! Not a scratch on her, and she seemed smart enough to run away when she saw us.”

Chishiya’s scowl dropped on his face. He looked at you to see if you would deny it, but you had stopped struggling against the two men and hung your head low, not looking into his eyes.

He shook off the hurt he felt from this fact. He had to focus on getting you away from Niragi before he took time to think about other things.

“Niragi please. Just let go of her, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Chishiya begged. He felt small, never has he ever begged for something in his life.

“Hmm? How though? I was just about to have some fun with her before I killed her off. Why should I give that up just because you want me to,” Niragi spat at him. Your eyes widened in fear and you thrashed around in the grip that the militants had on you, panicking from Niragi’s threat.

Chishiya thought for a second. He would honestly give anything to bring you over to him. “My cards. You can take credit for every card that I collect for a couple of months. If Hatter or Aguni asks, just say I’m slacking. I’ll take any punishment they throw my way.”

You saw Niragi consider it before lowering his weapon off of your torso. You breathed out heavily in relief.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to do this again. You can’t bribe me with everything you sneaky fuck.” Niragi growled. The two militants let go of you and followed him out of the alleyway and into the entrance of The Beach.

You leant against the wall, staring at Chishiya as he stared down at the ground below him. The air between you two was tense. You could tell he was mad, Chishiya was always silent when he was incredibly angry.

“Chish, I-”

“Don’t talk to me. Just come.”

Don’t get me wrong, he couldn’t have been happier to see that you were alive and well. But the betrayal he felt from the fact that you ran away from him greatly outweighed his happiness.

He walked briskly ahead of you, you didn’t dare walk next to him or too close to him. He was scaring you a bit, and you wanted nothing but to sprint to your own room and hide from the rest of the world.

You were embarrassed and also frustrated you were caught. Trust Niragi and his cocky ass to find you.

Chishiya stopped in front of his own room, opened the door and gestured for you to walk inside. You hesitated before slowly making your way through the door. You hated how tense it was, it was the complete opposite of what you usually felt when you were around Chishiya.

You sat down on his bed, sitting in an awkward position and looked towards Chishiya. It was complete silence as he was frozen at the door, back towards you and holding the door handle harshly.

“What the fuck Y/N?” he mumbled. It was almost inaudible, but you could hear pain in his words, which made you immediately feel guilty.

“What the fuck was that? You ran away!?” he turned and yelled at you, tears building up in his eyes.

You flinched as his loud voice. You had never heard him yell in anger before, usually he kept his calm. You looked down to the ground, feeling your own eyes fill with hot tears. You felt like you were back in high school with your parents screaming at you for running away from home.

“I THOUGHT YOU DIED!” he shouted louder, “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN YOU PUT KUINA THROUGH?! HOW MUCH YOU PUT ME THROUGH?!”

You couldn’t breathe. Pain and suffering dripped off his words like rain on a roof, coming together and creating an atmosphere that held air that was unbreathable. You suffocated on the oxygen, making you choke and cause tears to begin running down your cheeks.

“Why!?” he cried. “Why did you run!? There was no reason, me and Kuina could have protected you if you were too scared! Why did you think that running away was the only option!?” Chishiya stumbled closer to you, almost tripping over his own feet.

You flinched heavily as he placed his cold hands on your shoulders roughly. They were shaking from trying to hold your sobs in.

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE-” “Chishiya!” you interrupted him by snapping your head up to meet your eyes with his. His face dropped as he saw the sadness behind yours, replacing the wonderful and cheerful happiness that once swam in your eyes like dolphins in a sea.

“I l-love you,” you mumbled out between your shaky breaths. “That was the problem Chish. I-I’m in love with you and it hurt too fucking bad to know that you could disappear out of my reach at any moment. I ran because I didn’t want to watch you and Kuina die!”

Chishiya’s own hands shook violently against your shoulders. He gazed into your eyes which were red and puffy from your tears. They were shining more now than they had ever before.

“You don’t have to leave Y/N,” he whispered, still trying to control his own breathing. “I want you here, next to me. Not out there, because when you’re out there, I can’t be with you.”

You nodded and smiled sadly. Chishiya pulled his hand from your shoulder and cradled your face gently. He swiped his thumb over your cheek to get rid of the tears there. “I love you too, but I can’t be without you.”

A grin crept onto your face as you looked into his eyes. You felt safer than ever in his arms, why did you think of ever leaving?

Chishiya wiped his own tears with his hoodie sleeve and put on a happier smile. “You want to know how pathetic I am without you?” he giggled and held your hands in his.

“I almost threw myself off the top of the hotel the night you didn’t come back. Kuina had to tackle me to the ground to keep me away from the edge.” he laughed at himself.

You chuckled along with him. “Imagine if you did! What a shocker it would’ve been if I came back and Kuina saw me alive after you killed yourself because you thought I was gone!”

You both sat on Chishiya’s bed and laughed at each other. You had to do it, humour is best in times of stress and anxiety.

*********

You opened your eyes slowly, only to be met with the blinding light of the sun seeping through the blinds. You hissed and turned your head the other way.

Chishiya chucked at your reaction, making his chest that was underneath your head vibrate. “So cute,” he muttered to himself.

You pushed your face deeper into his chest and breathed in his scent. It felt good to be back with Chishiya. It felt good to be home.

Author’s Note: oKaY so this ended up being a lot longer than expected. Please send in some requests if you have any! 🥰🥰

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fett-djarin · 3 years ago

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this bitch done YEET

anyway this is Boba Fett x f!Reader! I had this idea kicking around for awhile and shit finally came together and i was able to get it done!

Rating: 18+

Length: 4.1k

Warnings/Tags: SMUT, canon-typical violence (not in the smut), PiV intercourse, unprotected sex, fingering, riding, throne sex come get yalls juice, multiple orgasms, creampie, spanking, slight cockwarming?, pet names, swearing

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!

Boba Fett was an enigma. He intimidated you, intrigued you--but he didn’t scare you. Boba could be violent, occasionally cruel, but only to those who had earned his ire. You had nothing to fear.

You still remember the day he stormed into Jabba’s palace, a wrathful spectre on a mission. You had been afraid you would be caught in the crossfire, an exchange of possession through violence. But then your chains were blasted apart, scum of men dying around you instead of finding your own demise. Instead of fleeing like the other girls, you dove towards a dropped blaster and levelled it at one of the smugglers putting up a fight. This particular one had been a thorn in your side for a long time. You’d be lying if you said you felt no satisfaction watching him fall lifeless from your well-placed blaster bolt.

“Nice shot,” the woman--Fennec, you had come to learn--commented. You had turned in a panic, pointing the blaster in her direction, her own rifle coming up in an instant, aimed squarely at your head.

“Easy, girl,” the Mandalorian--Boba--had said. “We have no interest in fighting you.”

“If you mean to sell me again,” you spat, “it would be easier to kill me now.” Your fingers flexed on the blaster, and you tried to steady your shaking hands. Fennec’s aim hadn’t faltered.

“Stand down, Shand,” Fett directed the sharpshooter, who immediately lowered her weapon. He then addressed you again. “I don’t deal in flesh.” You slowly dropped your arm. “What’s your name, girl?”

That had been...a few standard months ago, now. Boba ran his syndicate under a tight fist. He had no use for slaves, and had told you you were free, even offered you credits to return home. Some of the others took his offer. You had opted to stay--your birth planet had nothing to offer you, and you did not want to try your luck as a newly freed woman with nothing to your name on Tatooine. You didn’t even have a name, really. You were called something different each time you moved; your birthname was no longer you. That person had died long ago.

“Call me anything,” you had told Boba. “I don’t mind.”

He thought for a minute, and then decided. “Mayen.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. The gruff, seemingly serious man had a sense of humor. Mayen--Mando’a for ‘anything.’ His lips quirked in a sly smirk. You liked it. Mayen it was.

“You know Mando’a?” He had asked.

“I’ve picked up things here and there,” you smiled in return.

He later on told you that you could pick your own name, you had no obligation to go by the silly pun he called you. But you had a sense of humor, and actually liked how it sounded. It was a new beginning. You decided you would keep it.

You knew quite a few languages, or bits and pieces you heard over the years. Boba had hired you as a translator, and you accompanied him to meetings with traders, smugglers, and pirates. He didn’t allow any of them to harass you. If they so much as leered in your direction, they tended to lose a few fingers or teeth, either by your hand or his. At Boba’s insistence, you now carried a blaster and a vibroblade. Fennec had been showing you how to properly aim and shoot so you could better protect yourself. He had gifted you the vibroblade as part of your payment.

Yes, Boba Fett was a hard man, but you appreciated his kindness.

His scars added to his imposing figure, and you often found yourself wondering about their origin. What he must have gone through for his skin to be marked so. You also wondered about how stupid some people could be--Mandalorians were legendary warriors, and Boba Fett had some infamy connected to his name, yet fools still picked fights they were destined to lose. His armor impressed you--and the dark stare of the T-visor when he looked your way always had something low and warm stirring in your belly.

It didn’t help that sometimes he would watch while you practiced with your blade. Your heart thundered in your ears the first time he came up behind you, chest to your back, and moved your arms into the correct defensive position. His boot also nudged your stance wider, centering your weight. It’s part of training, you told yourself. You prayed he didn’t notice the heat in your face or the way you refused to look at him. Stars, if you turned your head you could kiss him--

What could you say? He was a handsome man.

Occasionally he offered to spar with you, which was laughable. The first time you had outright refused. “I don’t want to die, thanks,” you said.

“You’re gonna have to face people bigger and stronger than you sometimes, princess,” he said the endearment mockingly.

“Most people aren’t Boba Fett.”

“You’re right about that. Still, come on, show me what you’ve learned.”

Your first fight ended miserably in about three seconds. You gave him a pointed look that said I-told-you-so, and he just shrugged. “Not bad for your first time.” Sparring became regular.

“You’re quicker than me. Use that to your advantage, stay out of my reach. Strike and retreat.”

“Arms up, but keep ‘em close--protect your body.”

“Stagger your stance, distribute your weight. Make it harder for people to knock you down.”

“Move with confidence--this is not the time to falter.”

His words of advice came with each session and stuck. After a few weeks, you could hold your own for a minute against Fett. Then five minutes. Then your sparring was like a coordinated, aggressive dance, blades flashing and deflected, ducking, dodging, weaving, spinning around each other. Once, you had even managed to disarm him, knocking the blade from his hand--you both froze in stunned surprise before Boba recovered and had you pinned to the floor in an instant.

“Very good.” He said from his place atop your legs, pride curling darkly through his voice. “But next time, press the advantage. You freeze, you die.” Now you froze for an entirely different reason--his weight on top of you caused something hot and wanting to smolder in you, his thumb gently stroking the hollow of your throat making your breath hitch. And then he was off you, pulling you back to your feet with ease.

You still couldn’t beat him--you don’t think you would ever be capable of that. The best bounty hunter in the galaxy against you? You much prefer being on his good side.

Boba had just returned from a recent bounty hunt alongside a fellow Mandalorian, having left you and Fennec at the palace. You had been helping her sort through the datalogs and contraband left behind from the previous occupants when he appeared, moving surprisingly silent for such a broad, imposing man.

“Mayen,” he called you, and you looked at him over your shoulder, having been preoccupied cataloguing the contents of the crate in front of you. He was still in his armor, adding to his bulk. The green-painted beskar gave nothing away. “I’ve got a meeting. You’ll be needed. Fennec, I sent you scouting information on the next bounty.”

You nodded, and with your acknowledgment, he turned and strode back towards the throne room. Fennec stood, brushing sand off her pants. “Careful,” Fennec warned. “Keep your blaster close. You never know how these meetings will turn out.” She patted you on the shoulder.

“Got it,” you said, adjusting your tunic so she could see the holster on your hip. It would be the first time she wasn’t there alongside you while Boba arranged deals with crime lords. Sometimes Boba would go in alone, or the both of you would attend. “Trained by the best.”

She cracked a smile at that. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to track down our next target.” She exited the storage room opposite of the way Boba went.

You gathered yourself, then followed after Boba. Entering the throne room was daunting, as the traders he was meeting with were already there and turned to stare. A few of them openly looked you up and down. Your eyes were fixed solely on Boba lounging on the throne, legs spread, seemingly completely at ease and exuding power. You strode past the group of men come to bargain, refusing to look away from the void of Boba's visor that tracked your movement. One of them muttered something as you passed that you couldn't make out, but it had not sounded pleasant. You took your place at Boba's side.

"Boba Fett, the legendary bounty hunter back from the dead," a wiry human man stepped forward, rubbing his hands together. His grin was more of a baring of teeth. "Now that you run this joint, I have a few propositions to consider--"

Since he was speaking Basic, you have to admit, you tuned out. You watched the two Twi’leks that had accompanied him, who kept throwing glances your way, murmuring to themselves. Something about them put you on edge. Of course, you never trusted the people who came to do business with Boba, but you liked this group even less.

You translated for a Rodian bounty hunter when it was his turn to speak. You noticed the Twi'leks and the first human had been getting antsy, shifting from foot to foot and continuing to eye you and Boba. The Twi'leks had never come forward. They spelled trouble. You were tense the entire time, but they reached an agreement and left without trouble.

Boba on the throne was a sight. Your mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to sit on his lap, straddle his strong thighs. You shook your head to clear it as Boba cleared his throat, drawing your attention.

"Go get some rest, little one." And with that, you were dismissed.

You touched yourself thinking of him that night. Imagining it was his fingers instead of yours bringing you to your peak. You bit your fist as you came, muffling your moans and preventing you from calling his name out into the night.

The next day, he had gone out once again. When he returned, you noted his armor had some new scratches, some of the fresh green paint chipped away. He beckoned you forward with a wave, following him to the throne room. He sat with a heavy sigh. You stood before him, waiting for his direction, when he removed his helmet and set it aside. There was a new cut on his cheek, dried blood sticking to his skin.

"You're hurt," you said, stepping forward. Boba grunted noncommittally in response, reaching into a pouch on his belt and pulling out a small container of bacta.

"Use this," his voice was gravelly and he tossed the container to you. He...wanted you to put the bacta on him? Your pulse kicked up. But you would do as he asked.

You unscrewed the lid, swiping your finger through the gel. "What happened?" You asked as you spread it as gently as you could over the cut.

"Those hunters from yesterday," he sighed. "Thought they could catch me unaware out in the dunes. Their last mistake." He chuckled. "This was really the only hit I took," he gestured to the cut along his cheek. You had finished spreading the bacta, but your hand still lingered. You were entranced, being this close to him. Your thumb mindlessly caressed his cheekbone.

"Mayen," he said your name. You met his eyes, the heat in his gaze taking you by surprise. He always had fire and fight in him, but this wasn't like that. It was wanting. Boba grasped your wrist of the hand that still held his face, his other coming up to cup the back of your head.

Then you were kissing him.

You don't know if you leaned down or if he pulled you down or if he leaned up or if it even mattered, all you cared about was his rough lips against yours. When you gasped into it, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Boba's kisses were all consuming, overwhelming--he demanded all of you, and wouldn't accept any less.

He leaned back, bringing you with him so you had no choice but to straddle his lap or be pulled off-balance. You settled along his thighs, sighing as you could now grind your center against his stiffening member. He nipped your bottom lip, breaking away to press kisses down your throat.

“Tell me, sweetheart…” he murmured, worrying a mark into the delicate skin of your neck.

You whined, rolling your hips against his. His hands clamped down like durasteel around your hips, stilling you. “Tell me. We stop if you say so.”

“I want you, Boba,” you gasped, and he rewarded you with another hickey sucked into your neck. He guided your hips back into a slow grind, thrusting up against you. The layers of clothes between you dulled the sensation, but warm waves of pleasure still radiated through you. You cradled his jaw, bringing his lips back to yours, before trailing your palms down his chest. You pawed at his chestplate and robes, making him chuckle.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he teased you lightly. You squeaked when he pinched your ass. “Take this off, princess.” His hands slid up under your tunic, running up and down your sides before caressing your breasts.

You lifted your arms, helping him slide your shirt over your head. Instinctively, your arms came down to cover yourself, but Boba tutted at you. “Don’t get shy on me now, mesh’la. Let me see you.” He murmured in your ear before lightly nipping the lobe, sending shivers down your spine. He encouraged you to put your hands back on his chest. You whined against him, need building in your core as he undid your bindings and continued to guide your hips in a deep grind.

Boba’s fingers crept along the waistband of your pants before diving inside. You moaned as they landed on your clit. “This wet already? Someone’s a needy little thing.” You felt your face heat at his teasing accompanied by his rough fingers circling your clit built you up even more. You hid your face in his shoulder, grinding against his hand for more of that raw pleasure. Boba suddenly pressed hard against your clit in a tight circle, making you cry out loudly and grip his robes for dear life.

“Boba, please,” you whined, lips tracing his throat, his jaw, wherever you could reach. You brought your own hand down to cup him through his pants, running your hand along his bulge. He cursed lightly in your ear as you gently squeezed him.

“Up,” he said, patting your ass. You stood, taking the opportunity to shimmy out of your pants and panties. He lounged back against the throne, taking in your form. You didn’t cover yourself this time. “Good girl. Come here.” You stepped between his spread knees and he took you by the elbow, pulling you down and turning you so your back was pressed to his chest and your legs were spread by his own. His touch returned to your clit, sliding through your slick folds to tease your entrance. You pressed your ass back against his hardness and he groaned.

His arm banded around your waist as he finally slid a finger into your dripping entrance. You gasped, head falling back to rest on his shoulder. When he introduced a second one, you began to squirm. The stretch was so good as his fingers slid within you, curling and pressing into that perfect spot that sent you soaring. You were practically riding his hand, your hips circling as his fingers moved faster and faster.

“Oh,” you gasped as he added a third, legs trembling. Your hand shot to his where it was locked around your middle, holding you against him, while your other curled up and back, turning his head so you could kiss him. Boba found that spot in you that made you clench tight around him and zeroed in with deadly precision. You felt him grin smugly against your lips as your breathing stuttered. “Boba!”

“Look at you, so desperate for my fingers. Squeezin’ me so tight, sweetheart, can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

You found yourself teetering at the edge of release. You turned your head, burying your nose in Boba’s neck. “Please, Boba, g’nna cum, please--” you gasped out. It was a good thing he held you to him, else you would have been bucking off his lap.

“Cum on my fingers, cyar’ika.”

Your mouth opened in a silent moan as you tipped over the edge of orgasm, cumming hard around Boba’s fingers. Your cunt flooded with wetness, the lewd sound of his fingers thrusting into you becoming even wetter. If he hadn’t been holding you to his chest you would have doubled over with the devastating pulses of pleasure rocking through you from your center. He continued working you through it until you whined, pushing at his hand that still moved between your thighs, need building up in you again.

Boba brought his fingers up to his mouth and you moaned at the sight of him sucking and licking them clean of your arousal. “Taste so sweet,” he said. “Open.” You opened your mouth, and he slid his fingers inside. Obediently, you sucked on them, swirling your tongue around his fingers like you would his cock. Boba groaned. "Dirty girl."

He withdrew his fingers from your mouth and you begged. "Want your cock, please, Boba--please fuck me, please--"

"Hush, needy pet. You'll get what you want." He bit your neck, the sharp pinpricks fading into a warm buzz that made you squirm, wiggling your hips on his lap. Boba reached down between you two and shifted himself out of his robes, sliding his cock against your soaked folds. You looked down and Maker, he was thick. You were suddenly glad he made you take three fingers--you hoped you would be able to take his cock.

He rutted against you, his cock sliding through your folds and pulling breathless little gasps from you each time his head nudged your clit. Each slick drag of him against your lips coated his cock in your wetness. Boba evidently grew tired of teasing you, because he urged you up and took hold of the base of his cock, guiding it to your dripping entrance. You moaned at the feeling of his thick tip splitting you open, sinking down the first inch.

Boba's hand came around to rub little circles on your clit, making you jerk against him, his other hand caging you in by your hip. Slowly, he encouraged you to sit back on his lap, the thick drag and push of his cock working inch-by-inch deeper into you. Stars, you felt him in your fucking guts. Your thighs trembled, and when your ass touched his lap you nearly sobbed from how full you felt.

"Look at that," he murmured into your hair. "Takin' me so well, princess. Feels fucking good, doesn't it?" You clenched around him at his words, making him choke off a moan. He rubbed your clit a tick faster just to feel you spasm around him again and he laughed at your high gasp of pleasure.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, it was too good--that ache, the raw sparks shooting down your legs and up your spine. Shifting the slightest bit pushed him right up something devastating inside you and you couldn't stop the wrecked moan that tore from your throat. Boba gave an experimental thrust and you nearly shrieked and lurched off of him, if he hadn't grabbed a hold of your hips and held you on his lap. You babbled senselessly, too overwhelmed as every ridge of his cock pressed your walls just right. "B-Boba, Boba, move, please--"

His big hand slapped your inner thigh and this time you did wail, the hot sting fading into a pleasant, buzzing warmth. His fingers dug in to the soft flesh hard enough that you knew there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers come morning. Then he lifted you slightly off him, cock sliding only a few inches out, before pulling you down in time with a thrust upwards, burying himself in you with a deep grind. You let out a choked moan, stars bursting behind your eyelids.

"Ride," he demanded. Your breath hitched as you scrambled for purchase, hands going to his strong thighs for support. It was sort of an awkward position, your feet barely touching the floor, requiring you to go on your tiptoes to pull a few inches off his cock. Boba's thick fingers cupped your pussy in a V shape, so every time you rose and fell they rolled against your clit. You couldn't tell if you wanted to push your hips back away or forward for more stimulation.

He slapped your other thigh this time, rubbing to soothe the sting, encouraging you to bounce on his cock faster. Your breath was coming in high, moaning pants as each drop of your hips buried him deep inside you, reaching places you never had and lighting up your nerves like a star gone supernova. Paired with his touch teasing your clit with every thrust, you weren't going to last long.

Boba's hands on your hips guided you faster, rougher--each downstroke hitting deep and holding you there for a second just to feel how full, how stuffed your pussy was of him. His thrusts up as you dropped down allowed his cock to hit your g-spot dead on, over and over. You felt yourself rhythmically clenching around him, heard his groans as your cunt strangled his cock, and you were so close to cumming again. The feeling coiled up at the base of your spine, the pleasure winding tighter and higher and ready to burst.

And then--then Boba hooked his hands under your knees, pulling your legs up so all your weight rested on where he was buried in you, and he slipped another inch further inside. You couldn't stop the sob of pleasure as he held you like this, open for him to take, and he set a punishing pace. The dull slap of skin-on-skin paired with the wet gush of your arousal around him, dripping down his balls and onto the throne, made your head tip back onto his shoulder and wrenched moan after moan out of you.

You were talking, babbling nonsense--begging, pleading for him to make you cum again. Boba tilted his hips just right and you keened as it pushed his cock right against the soft spot along your walls. Each thrust shoved you closer to the edge right until that coil inside you snapped. Your legs shook and your pussy clamped down so hard around Boba's cock that it stunted him to short, shallow thrusts as you rode it out. You distantly heard him groaning, praising you, telling you good girl, good fuckin' girl--you were spasming around him, each jolt of pleasure like a white-hot knife radiating from your core to your toes. Boba kept fucking you through it and you nearly begged him to stop--it was too much, the bite of overstimulation burning your nerves--when he pulled you down, fucking into you as deep as he could and he came with a groan of your name, cock throbbing as his release coated your walls.

Somehow, you ended up turned, face buried in his neck and legs wrapped around his waist as you trembled and caught your breath. His hands trailed up and down your spine and thighs in soothing motions as you came back down. You sighed and cuddled closer to him, the hard beskar plating cold against your bare skin, but it felt good on your overheated body.

"Made quite a mess on me, sweetheart," he said, deep voice rumbling in his chest under your ear. You just mmm'd and clung closer to him while he chuckled. It was true. Your arousal coated your thighs, dripped down onto the throne, soaked Boba's cock where it was still buried in you. Boba pulled his robe around you and stood, supporting you with his hands under your thighs. "Come on, little one, let's go to bed." You closed your eyes as he made his way out of the throne room and through the palace. He didn't drop you off in your bedroom, instead taking you to his and laying you in the spacious bed before stripping off his armor and joining you.

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4stars-uswnt · 4 years ago

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Knight in Shining Armor [Lindsey Horan x Reader]

requested by anon: If you could do a lindsey x reader where lindsey is overprotective in a bar where reader gets hit on/ harassed? love all ur work!

A/N: thanks anon! and thanks for this request :)

warnings: violence, unwanted attention/harassment and language (slight mention of homophobic language)

The air was light at the dinner table, as the USWNT had just won their friendly against Japan. With Vlatko’s and the training staff’s permission, you all headed into downtown Seattle to have dinner at a little old-fashioned diner Allie had found.

All the women were chatting and laughing with each other, enjoying some relaxed time off. Having finished your own cheeseburger and chocolate milkshake, you peek over to your girlfriend’s plate and steal a fry.

“Hey!” Lindsey swats your hand.

“What?” You look at her innocently, as you take a bite of the fry.

She narrows her eyes at you, and the corner of her mouth quirks up. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“That I am.” You hold your chin up boastfully and then place a kiss her cheek. “Ooo, look! A jukebox” Your eyes widen, as you spot the flashing colorful lights. You squeal, grabbing your girlfriend’s hand. “C’mon, Linds, let’s go pick a song.”

The blonde chuckles, smiling fondly at your excitement. It never failed to amaze her how positive you always were, even over the smallest things. The two of you had started dating about a year ago, when you had been traded to the Thorns. You were the one to ask Lindsey out to dinner, as the midfielder had been fairly nervous and flustered whenever she was around you. From that point on, you and Lindsey were inseparable and completely smitten with each other.

Approaching the jukebox, you feel the excitement bubbling within you. As you were scrolling through the song options, sticking your tongue out in concentration, your girlfriend couldn’t help but admire your beauty, the light from the music box making your face glow and the smile on your face melting Lindsey’s heart.

“What do you think I should play?” You turn to ask the other woman.

“Whatever you want, (Y/N).” Lindsey smiles at you, moving to lean against the machine.

You go to find one of your favorite songs, when you feel a stranger’s presence next to you.

“Hey.” The man slurs, and you can tell he’s slightly drunk, smelling the alcohol in his breath.

“Um, hello.” You briefly look at him and give a tight smile, not wanting to be rude.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing here all by yourself.”

“I’m actually here with a group of people.” You nod your head over to the table where your teammates sat.

“Well, I was wondering,” he leers, leaning his arm above you against the jukebox, “if you wanted to go out sometime because you’re like super hot.”

Before you could respond, Lindsey speaks up from behind you, moving closer to your body and placing her hand on your shoulder. “Dude, back off. I’m her girlfriend.”

The guy looks shocked for a second until he scans observes Lindsey, and a smirks finds its way back onto his face. “Darlin, there’s not reason for you to get jealous. There’s enough of me to go around. You can even join.”

You feel like barfing at his words and sink back into your girlfriend’s body, trying to put some distance between you and him.

“I’m not jealous. I’m annoyed that you’re hitting on my girlfriend.” Lindsey clarifies, disgust written all over her face.

“Well, she didn’t even answer my question, so how do you know she’s not interested?” The man smirks, as he sips his drink.

“I’m definitely not interested.” You emphasize, hoping he’ll take a hint.

Apparently your rejection made him angry because his smile instantly disappears, replaced by a scowl. “Bitch.” He spits at you. “You’d be lucky to get with me.”

Having enough of this guy, Lindsey steps in front of you, slightly nudging you behind her. “Dude, you seriously need to leave us alone.” By now, many of your teammates had noticed the commotion and gathered around you.

“Aww, you need to have your little d*ke girlfriend protect you.” He mocks. “Whatever, you’re not even that pretty. Prude.”

Without hesitation, Lindsey punches him right in the nose.

“Ow!” The guy howls, grabbing his bleeding face. “You bitch!”

Immediately, your teammates step in separating your girlfriend and the stranger, Ashlyn and Tobin having to hold Lindsey back to contain her anger. You see Alyssa, Julie, and Kelley telling off the guy, adding some of their own choice words in as well.

“Well, I think we should head back to the hotel.” Becky decides, not leaving any room for discussion, as the rest of the group nod their heads in agreement.

On the walk back to the hotel, Lindsey tries to talk to you, but you make an effort to avoid her, moving to walk with Abby and Sam instead. Your girlfriend can’t help but pout, sensing that you’re upset with her.

Noticing Lindsey’s demeanor, Tobin throws her arm around the blonde’s shoulder. “C’mon, Rocky. I’m sure (Y/N) will tend to your wounds when we get back.” The older forward teases, earning an eye roll from Lindsey.

As the team arrives at the hotel, you all say goodnight to each other, exchanging hugs, Christen and Alex coddling a little extra over you, before dispersing, heading back to your rooms.

The elevator ride is tense, an uncomfortable silence hanging over your head, as neither you or Lindsey want to say anything. As you enter your shared hotel room, you speak your first words to your girlfriend since you’d left the restaurant.

“Go sit on the bed. I’ll get some stuff to clean your hand.”

Not wanting to upset you further, Lindsey just nods and sits at the foot of the bed. After a couple moments, you come out of the bathroom with a wet rag and some bandages. You plop down in the chair and roll it over to the bed, so you’re sitting in front of Lindsey. Taking her hand in yours, you begin to clean her split knuckles, and Lindsey nervously observes you, looking for any signs of anger.

She decides to tread the waters carefully and breaks the silence. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

You pause your actions, but don’t look up at her. Remaining quiet, you resume cleaning her wounds, and Lindsey takes that as a sign to continue.

“I’m sorry for punching that douchebag, but he deserved it!” The blonde exclaims, waving her non-injured hand. “And I know you don’t like violence, but I just couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t sit back and listen to him hit on you and disrespect you like that. I care too much about you to just not do anything about it.” She softly adds the last part, gauging your reaction.

You finish loosely wrapping her hand, your painful silence killing Lindsey.

“I’m not mad that you punched him.” You plainly state, causing your girlfriend to let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“You’re not?”

You shake your head. “That bastard deserved it.”

That elicits a light-heart chuckle from the blonde, who then furrows her brows. “Then why are you upset?”

You lightly lift up her wounded hand. “Because of this, Linds. You acted recklessly, without a second thought and injured yourself. And if he wasn’t a completely drunken idiot, he could’ve punched you back or started an entire fight, and who knows what would’ve happened? You could be a whole lot worse and have gotten seriously injured. You shouldn’t be putting yourself in harms way to protect me.” You admonish, looking down at the faintly blood stained bandage, gently rubbing over it.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?”

You lift your head to meet Lindsey’s orbs.

“(Y/N/N),” she rests her other hand on top of yours, “I will always protect you, no matter what, because I care for you and I love you. Got it?”

You nod, softly giving her a watery smile. “My own knight in shining armor.” Bringing her bandaged hand up to your lips, you kiss her palm. “I love you, Linds.”

Lindsey brings you in for a sweet kiss, before whispering against your lips, “I love you, too, (Y/N). I’ll always be your knight, for as long as you need me.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine #lindsey horan imagines #uswnt #lindsey horan

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wreckofawriter · 4 years ago

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Strawberries

Restaurant AU!

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Lewd language, swearing, a small mention of sexual harassment. tooth-rotting fluff.

Summary: You hate being a waitress for rich assholes, but maybe the new line cook will make it a little better

A/n: this is for week three of my Cliche Month. Sorry for being inactive. I suck at time management and have no motivation.

You never aspired to be a waitress. You didn’t sit down in primary school on a ridiculously colorful rug and tell your underpaid depressed teacher that you wanted to wait on prestigious assholes and rich men who thought a 20 dollar tip bought them an ass grab. You never wanted to wait on entitled white women and spoiled brats. But shit happens.

“Yes ma’am I understand but that was last week’s special, we don’t serve it anymore.”

The woman rolled her eyes, “I don’t think you do understand. I said I want the sea bass, just have them make the sea bass.”

You bit back cusses, “I am very sorry ma’am but we don’t have the ingredients in the kitchen to make a sea bass. I can recommend our halibut it’s severed with a delicious mango chutney and-”

“Shut up about the mango crap. She said she wants a seabass, give her a seabass.” The man who sat on the opposite side of the table spoke.

Your smile almost faltered, “Sir, we don’t have sea bass.”

“Then get some.” The man huffed, “There are plenty of stores around.”

You had already taken the fork beside him and jabbed him in the eye in your mind four times, “I am terribly sorry sir, we cannot do that.”

The look on his face could only be described as disgust, “I would like to speak to your supervisor.”

You took in a deep breath, “Sir, he will not say any different.”

“Now girl.” He snapped, his wife’s smirk making you want to smash her champagne glass over her head.

“I will be right back.” You forced a smile, notebook flipping shut as you turned, the click of your heels disappearing into the chatter of diners. You almost rubbed your tired eyes only to remember the makeup which coated them and dropped your hands back to your side. You walked towards the pass of the kitchen, the smell of fish and meats becoming stronger as waiters weaved around you.

“Denzel.” You called, the man in question turning towards you.

He raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“Can you pretend to be my supervisor?” You asked, “Some idiots still want to order the sea bass.”

“I’m assuming you told them that was last week's special.” He spoke as you began to lead him back to the couple.

“Multiple times.” you sighed.

He nodded smiles finding both of your faces as you stood in front of the table.

“How can I help you both tonight?” He spoke, his voice dramatically shifting tones.

The woman went on to explain your complete incompetence just to hear your friend restate everything you had. She eventually ordered the halibut.

Denzel left thanking them for their cooperation as you went on to take the man's order and pretending not to hear his wife calling you a bitch as you walked away.

You wanted to be a journalist, a warrior of justice. You wanted to expose the one percent, shattering their ivory towers with a mallet of words.

Instead, you served them halibut and ribeyes with a smile as fake as their trophy wives tits.

James had fallen in love with many things in his life but cooking had been the most prevalent. Most hobbies were tossed out windows, they became phases, leaving nothing but footprints in his life. But cooking had been different. Since he was five years old and would hop onto a stepping stool to peer into the cast-iron pan his mother would be sauteing in he had been hooked. By age 10 he was making things like meatballs and stroganoff. At fourteen he began to engage in more complicated dishes and by the time he hit culinary school he was easily the best in class.

Now as he washed his hundredth dish of the night he wondered if all of that love had been for absolutely nothing. When applying for a line cook position at one of the most prestigious restaurants in London he definitely didn’t expect to be stuck as a dishwasher.

James’ hands felt raw from scrubbing, his apron soaked with warm water and unscented soap. His feet were aching in his shoes, his jealousy for those putting together the night’s last desserts burning hot.

He ignored his anger and pushed on, washing plate after plate just to place them into an industrial-sized dishwasher which was supposed to thoroughly clean the dishes which he already spent hours scrubbing. Dessert plates and wine glasses seemed to replace every dinner plate he had washed, his work seeming endless as his coworkers said goodnight and walked out the back door.

It took James another hour to finish. He felt like he could pass out on the kitchen floor. His glasses were a greasy steamed mess as he pushed them back up his nose for the nth time that evening. He sighed out in a mix of exhaustion and relief untying his apron and preparing to leave.

“So you’re the newbie?”

James jumped letting out a small yelp as his heart leapt in his chest.

You let out a snort hand coming to cover your mouth, a poor attempt of hiding your giggles.

“You scared the shit out of me.” James huffed his glare only holding for a moment as you came into focus. Your hair was up in a reckless bun, your waitress uniform slightly crumpled, heels held in your left hand. Yet your cheeks seemed to be painted, the smirk your visage held tantalizing.

“I saw.” You snickered padding past him and dropping your shoes onto a counter with a small clink. You headed for the refrigerator, opening it and scorning over its contents. You finally settled on a container of cut strawberries, which were to be used as a garnish the next day, “You won’t tell will you?” You muttered peeling open the top and snatching a fork from the dishwasher.

James nodded, what for he wasn’t quite sure.

You jumped onto the counter spinning to face him, “Sooo, what’s your name?”

“Uhh, James, James Potter.” He said leaning back onto the sink.

“It’s very nice to meet you, James.” You grinned, “I’m y/n y/l/n.”

An awkward silence followed as you plopped a berry into your mouth, its flavor bursting as you side-eyed the man.

“You’re a line cook right?” You asked, legs swinging in front of you.

James pouted a bit, his cheeks puffing for a brief moment, “Well I’m supposed to be but so far all I’ve done is wash dishes and take out the trash.”

You hummed in understanding, swallowing fruit before speaking again, “They do that to every newbie. They want to make sure you can do the dirty work before they let you burn on the line.”

James started at you, “Really?”

You shrugged, “That’s how it’s always worked.”

“That’s a relief I thought I was going to be stuck doing this shit.” James relished in his found happiness feeling a bit more energized, “Hey what are you doing back here anyway, didn’t most of the waitresses leave like an hour ago?”

“I just had to see if the new cook was as attractive as all the girls said he was.” You grinned.

James felt his cheeks flame, eyes going wide, “Are you serious?”

“No,” You snickered, “I got hungry and didn’t feel like cooking.”

The heat of his cheeks only worsened, “That’s rude.”

You cooed, “Ooh poor baby I’m so sorry I hurt your feelings, are you going to be okay?”

“I don’t know.” James huffed, “I don’t think I can take this harassment.”

The laughter that echoed around him caused a smile to break onto his face.

You suddenly realized he was as attractive as the other waitresses were saying. Even if his hair was a mess and his glasses were smudged.

You hadn’t been lying. By his third week, James was helping with both garnish and desserts. His thirst for cooking finally being fulfilled even by the small tasks he had been given. He was still forced to do dishes at the end of service but usually, someone would help him or even trade-off with him so he could take part in prep.

Most nights when he was left alone in the kitchen you would appear, always claiming to be hungry and that cooking was for “the weak.” so you would raid the fridge instead. You stated many times that veggies and leftover slices of cake were a fine dinner much to James’ distaste.

“That's it.” The newbie announced, hands in the air in mock surrender as you opened a container of cauliflower. “This has to stop.”

Your heart sped in your chest, was he going to turn you in?

“You can’t keep eating shit, I’m going to cook something for you.” James huffed, moving you aside and beginning to pull stuff from the refrigerator.

You lifted your brows, “Are you sure?”

James nodded, “You need to taste actual food.”

You rolled your eyes, “Couldn’t you get in, like, a lot of trouble.”

“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?” He smirked pulling out salmon and bok choy.

“Obviously not.” You huffed taking your usual seat in the counter as James began to work, “What are you making anyway?”

“Asian inspired salmon.” He mumbled, lighting the stove and grabbing a frying pan.

You sat in comfortable silence, watching as he cut the vegetable in half placing it into a pan and the salmon into another. James’ hands moved quickly, not hesitating with the large knives he handled and weaving through the meal as he grabbed seasonings and sauces.

By the time he was pulling the fish from the heat, the kitchen had filled with the scent of soy sauce and warmth.

Grabbing a plate James placed on the salmon followed by the bok choy and the lemon sesame sauce. He wiped the rim with a damp rag and presented it before you with enough dramatics to earn a giggle.

“You’re ridiculous.” You spoke through a smile taking the fork from his offering hand and digging in.

You placed the tender meat into your mouth and was greeted by an explosion of flavors that danced on your tongue like pixie dust. You hummed, a facade of deliberation on your face, “It's overcooked.” You started plainly watching as James’ face dropped. “I’m just kidding it's delicious.” You laughed as James rolled his eyes.

“You are such a dick,” he mumbled, beginning to clean the slight mess he had made.

“What are you doing?” You asked. James gave you a strange look, “Get a fork dumbass, you can’t make rich people food like this and then not eat it.”

The smile that crept onto his face caused wings to erupt in your stomach.

You had always hated teenagers. They were spoiled and greedy and gross. So when an older woman walked in with four 17-year-old boys you had fled the scene. Unfortunately, the waitress head placed you at the table anyway. The second you reached the table all four adolescence had fallen silent and you were positive it wasn’t them being polite. One of them started at your boobs the entire they ordered and you could feel their eyes on your ass as you walked away.

You were used to the gross stares, every waitress was. It didn’t matter how expensive the food was there always seemed to be creeps asking for it. What you had not been prepared for was the boy closest to you to reach out and grab you.

You didn’t hesitate, hand snatching his wrist before he had a chance to fully pull away. The woman the boys were with gasped. You squeezed his arm tight hoping he could feel your nails biting his skin.

“Touch me again and I will cut your hand off. Am I clear?” You hissed, a whimper left the teen’s mouth and you released him. You placed his plate in front of him with a clatter and didn’t waste time walking away.

Your anger didn’t diminish the rest of the night and by the time your shift was over you considered going straight home, a shower and an extra hour of sleep would serve you well.

You glanced into the kitchen, there were three chefs left, James stood in front of the sink smiling at nothing as he always seemed to do. A sigh left your lips, who needs sleep anyway?

“I’ll close up.” You called to the head waitress who shot you a skeptical look.

“You used to hate closing.” She mused, “What’s with the sudden change of heart?”

You shrugged, “Nothing in particular.”

She smirked, “So it has absolutely nothing to do with the new dishwasher?”

Pink bloomed on your cheeks, “He’s a line cook and no it doesn’t.”

“Uh-huh, sure it doesn’t.” She mocked, “If you’re gonna fuck just don’t do it in the kitchen.”

Your face twisted in disgust and you almost dropped the napkins you held, “That is so gross.”

She laughed, dropping the keys on the bar, “If I find any bodily fluids in my office you’re fired.”

“You are disgusting.” You hissed, face hot and she only laughed harder.

You finished cleaning off the remainder of the tables, peeking into the kitchen occasionally as the last two cooks left for the night.

The weight of your exertion hit hard as you entered the kitchen, legs seeming to give out as you bent down to remove your heels.

James noticed your discomfort and let out a chuckle, “Let me.”

You stood up a bit too quickly, head spinning for a second as you were lifted onto the counter, James crouching to slip off your shoes. You sighed leaning back onto your palms.

“Tough day?” he asked, turning back to open the fridge.

You nodded, “Kids are assholes.”

James laughed, “And why's that?”

You yawned eyes watering from its force as you answered, “Well one little highschool shit grabbed my ass.”

James froze, he hand hovering midair as he processed what you had just told him, “What?”

“Oh yeah, entitled rich kids always think they can touch whatever they want. It's why I hate serving teenagers.” You complained not noticing the distress you had put James under.

“This happens regularly?” He was appalled.

“Well not really regularly more like once a month, it’s not always teenagers though,” You explained, “Oo what’s that?”

James set the container of chocolate-covered strawberries in front of you. His mouth still agape “Once a month isn’t regular?”

You huffed, “Can we stop talking about it? It happens to every waitress.”

“Yeah, sorry,” James mumbled watching as you bit into a strawberry, lipstick smearing.

“You going to have one of these?” You asked, holding one between your thumb and pointer finger.

“Sure.” James went to grab the strawberry only for you to pull it away with a grin.

“No, no, I get to feed it to you.” Your smile was sweetly arranged.

Heat tingled on his neck like tv static, “Don’t be ridiculous y/n.”

“Oh come on James, don’t be a pussy.” You taunted waving the fruit in front of him as color painted his cheeks.

He glared at you in mock annoyance as his heartbeat began to run, “Fine.”

You giggled as he took the berry into his mouth, lips barely grazing your fingertips as he pulled away.

James had never been more embarrassed in his life, he chewed the sweet fruit refusing to meet your eyes as you continued to laugh.

“You’re cute ya’ know.” You giggled.

James scoffed, a mix of bittersweet coming from your words, “Whatever.” He walked away from you hiding his flushed face.

You whined, “I’m not joking. You are really cute.”

“Seriously y/n stop,” James spoke, his voice laced with disappointment and melancholy.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re such an idiot James.”

He leaned against the refrigerator as you plopped another berry into your mouth. His arms crossed as a pout you had found yourself obsessed with took his lips.

“A few girls actually did want your number.” You hummed watching as he seemed to perk up, reminding you of a puppy given a toy. “I was supposed to get it for them, but I didn’t really want to.”

James scrunched his brows, “Why not?”

“Cause I wanted your number dumbass.” You scoffed, “I wasn’t about to give it to someone else.” `

This only confused him more, “Why would you want my number?”

A groan lifted from your lips, “Your skull is so thick James. I want your number because you’re cute and funny and all that shit.” your voice fell to a mumble and your eyes became glued to your swinging feet.

“Why didn’t you ask for my number?” James challenged and you felt your already warm face grow hot.

“I was nervous.” You muttered bitterly not liking the vulnerable position you had been put into.

James was suddenly stepping towards you “What was that?” he grinned hand to his ear mockingly.

“You’re enjoying this too much.” You grumbled, “Look I like you, I think you’re cute and sweet and funny now are you going to continue being a dick or give me a proper response?”

James continued to beam, stepping closer to you as you glared up at him with pink cheeks.

“Well, you’re really cute too.” James said, “And I think you were being the dick for making me try to impress you for three weeks only to say you liked me the entire time.”

You were tempted to bury your head in your hands but considering that would mean you breaking his gaze you stopped yourself, “Oh fuck off.” you muttered heart thudding so loud you wondered if James could hear it.

“Is that really what you want?” He questioned already knowing the answer. He leaned over you cupping your cheek.

“Just kiss me already asshole.” You murmured.

James tilted your head up to meet his lips. They were soft and plush, a thousand times better than you imagined them to be nights before. Your thighs parted as his own pressed against the counter between them in desperation to be closer to you. Closed kisses turned to open-mouthed ones, leaving the pleasant taste of strawberries on your tongue.

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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The right bed

Summary: You end up in the right bed.

Request: Could you write a Dean x shy! Virgin reader where she was in an abusive relationship or just had had people talk her down\harass her so she chose to close herself of from others. Then she meets the Winchesters and she becomes herself again but then Dean does something that reverts her back to this closed off girl and he tries to fix it?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, OFC Joshua, Jody Mills

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of an abusive relationship/verbal abuse/degrading, comforting, fluff, violence, blood, protective Dean, light smut, fingering, unprotected sex, tension, snuggling and cuddling

Requested sequel to: The wrong bed

Lyrics by Led Zeppelin - Travelling Riverside Blues

Around two years later…

Waking next to Dean you snuggle closer to his side. No matter how often you open your eyes and meet Dean’s peaceful face while he sleeps you will never get used to it.

For over two years Dean’s your man, and you are his girl. After that night, he did everything to make sure you know he never meant to hurt you. That Dean is no one you need to be afraid of.

Dean waited for you to be ready, never put any pressure on you until you took the lead and prepared his room for Valentine’s Day.

Dean was your first man, and if God or whoever is watching you is willing to agree, he’s your last man.

“Are you watching me sleep?” Smirking Dean blinks his eyes open and you meet those green orbs you learned to love. “That’s creepy but…” Rolling you onto your back Dean nuzzles your neck. “You’re lucky you are cute.”

Squealing you push at Dean’s shoulder while he’s busy to mark your neck with his lips.

“Dean!” Little snorts leave your lips as Dean laughs against your throat.

“Just wanted to make sure you have another hickey.” Smirking up at you Dean pokes your sides, tickling you until you call for Sam’s help. “Sammy won’t help you, Baby Girl. He knows you’re mine…”

With hungry eyes Dean kisses down your chest, wrapping his lips around one nipple to suck it into his hot mouth.

“Dean…” Grinding against the fingers sliding through your folds you throw your head back.

“I know what my girl needs. Look at you; so sexy while wearing nothing but my marks all over your body…” Now you moan loudly.

Unlike the marks and bruises Joshua left, Dean gives you marks showing you his love and affection. Those are marks you wear with pride.

“Dean…” Gasping you feel his lips on yours and his fingers slip into you. Two digits open you up, making your toes already curl at the thought of Dean inside of you.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” Pecking your lips Dean smirks as you spread your legs wider to let him settle between your thighs completely.

When he finally replaces his fingers with something better you grasp for his shoulders, dragging Dean impossible closer to make sure you feel his breath in your neck and his skin against yours.

Falling into a rhythm you both enjoy, Dean kisses your neck, enjoying the way you wrap your arms around him to press your hands to his back, caressing his skin.

“Come for me, Baby Girl. I want to feel you fall apart for me. Show me how good I can make you feel.” Whimpers leave your lips along with your hoarse voice crying out his name.

“Dean…”

“I’ve got you, Y/N, always and forever. You ended up in the right bed.” Laughing at his words you hold tight onto Dean, your lover, your friend, and the man bringing out the light inside of you.

“I love you, Dean…”

“Love you too, Sweetheart…”

Just lying next to you Dean looks at your panting form, smirking as he wore you out once again.

While you snuggle closer to kiss his shoulder Dean’s phone starts ringing but he ignores it.

That’s what he always does. Before he was with you Dean always answered his phone, always put anything or anyone first. Now he takes his time, just lies next to you not caring who calls.

“Dean, you can answer your phone ‘k. Maybe someone is in trouble and needs our help.” As Dean doesn’t react you roll over, lying on top of him to grasp for his phone.

“You little thief…” Teasing you Dean takes the phone out of your hands to answer the call.

“No, no problem Jody. I just finished my workout.” Wiggling his eyebrows Dean gives you are smack to your ass as you bite his shoulder.

“Does Jody need help?” Nodding Dean slides his fingers through your hair, listening to Jody’s words. “Shall I pack our things?” Smiling Dean nods again.

“Jody, we are on our way. Just don’t go in alone. Tell Donna and Claire to cool down, Jody. I know Asha was a friend, but hunters die. We don’t want to lose one of you only as you were out for blood.” Voice deep, commanding Dean makes sure Jody and the others won’t put their lives on the line.

You admire Dean. He can be a funny dork, a passionate lover but at the next moment, he’s a tough hunter, a leader in flesh and blood.

Singing along to Dean’s favorite song you hear Sam groan in the backseat. He’s annoyed as you and Dean refused to let him listen to a boring podcast.

“Come on, Sammy! Sing with us!” Giggling you watch Sam snort in the backseat, but he starts singing too.

In those short moments, it feels like your lives are not in danger all the time. In those short moments, it feels like you and the boys have a normal life and you can do anything you want to do.

“That’s it, boys. Now the chorus!” Cheerful you look at Dean, loving the way his deep voice makes your body react to him. “NOW!”

Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side

We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Dean sings while Sam and you try to not laugh at Dean’s serious try to sound good while singing.

“Dude, you are an awful singer…” Sam laughs, holding his stomach and you giggle next to Dean, earning a disapproving glare from your boyfriend. “Don’t blame us, Dean. I never heard someone singing that wrong…”

Dean ignores your words or his brother’s laughter. Instead, he smirks before he sings the last lines of Led Zeppelin’s Travelling Riverside Blues.

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my

'Til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about

You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now

But I'm goin' back to Friar's Point, if I be rockin'to my head

Squirming in your seat you lick your lips, not missing the dirty grin Dean gives you or the way his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip.

“Dean…”

“Yeah, Sweetheart?”

“We are there…” Sighing you close your eyes for a moment. “I hate hunter funerals, Dean. Always remind me our lifestyle is deadly.”

“I know, Baby…” Taking your hand in his Dean presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. “We do this for Jody and the others. We don’t have to stay for long, Y/N.”

“No, we can stay. I just don’t like being around many people. Hunters especially…” Glancing out of the window you take a deep breath.

“When Joshua hit me for the third time, he almost broke my cheekbone. There was an elder hunter, I asked him for help and he just laughed it off.” Blinking a few times Dean cups your cheek. “He said if I can’t handle my lover…”

“Y/N, tell me that assholes name!” Sam curses from the backseat.

“Well, he wasn’t wrong Sam.” Shrugging you squeeze the hand cupping your cheek. “If I can’t handle that man, how shall I defend my life against monsters. I remembered that hunters’ words when Joshua hit me again…”

“The night you left him?” Gently caressing your cheek Dean searches your face.

“Yeah. I realized that man was right. He could’ve helped me, but then I would’ve been a victim all over again. I never would’ve found the strength to leave Joshua and find you.” Dean presses his forehead against yours, swallowing his anger.

“If we ever meet that hunter, I will thank him and then…” Jaw tense Dean smirks. “I’ll break his face…”

For a hunter’s funeral, it’s not as crowded as you feared. At least you know most of the people around. Jody and Donna, along with Claire come to the funeral, just like a few familiar faces whose names you do not remember.

Dean stands always close to you, one arm protectively slung around your waist he looks around the room. It seems like he’s looking for the elder hunter you told him about.

“That hunter, he’s not here, Dean. Relax and we can go to Jody’s later and have pie and beer.” Humming Dean pecks your neck, slightly nibbling at your skin when someone yelling your name catches his attention.

Body going stiff, hands trembling you grasp for your boyfriends’ hand and Dean knows who called your name without asking.

“I only want to know one thing. Is that him?” Dean whispers but before you can answer Joshua step in front of you, snarling your name once again.

“I knew we meet again, bitch! You ran off without saying goodbye and stole fifty bucks. I want my money…or…” Licking his lips he tilts his head. “What should’ve been mine years ago.”

Dean’s fist collides with Joshua’s face, causing him to stumble and land hard on his ass. While Joshua is too shocked to react Dean grabs his shirt, holding it in a tight grip while his fist collides with your tormentor’s face.

“Dean…” Gasping Sam sees the fear in your eyes, and he knows why Dean lost his composure. “Do you need help? We can take turns…”

Sam steps closer, towering dangerously over Joshua as his elder brother let go of your ex-boyfriend Sam takes his place to hit him thrice more.

“Dean, Sam! This is a fucking funeral!” Jody tries to stop Sam who makes space for Dean once again.

“That’s him!” Dean grunts and Jody nods, stepping back to calm the other hunters.

“Do you like hurting a woman? Do you like degrading her to feel better you pathetic little shit?” Furious Dean kicks Joshua’s balls before steps back, spitting onto your former boyfriend. “You get close to my girl, you die. Got it?”

While Joshua silently whimpers he does his best to nod before the tears fall. “I…”

“Good. You’re lucky I let you live, be thankful.” Dean is shaking in anger, cursing and panting heavily but the moment you gently clean his knuckles he calms, giving you a silent apology.

“Dean, you didn’t have to do this for me but…” Sniffling you sling your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Y/N. You’re my girl, our family and we won’t let any asshole hurt you or talk low about you. Sammy…” Smirking Dean looks at his brother. “Pay that man…”

“With pleasure…” Sam steps closer again, enjoying Joshua flinches away. While Sam tosses fifty bucks onto the whimpering man Dean leads you out of the house.

“There are your fifty bucks. The money Y/N used to go to a doctor and buy pain meds if you need to know why she dared to take some of the money she earned by hustling pool.”

Kneeling next to Joshua Sam smirks. “If you ever even think of Y/N my brother doesn’t need to stop you as I’ll come for you, Josh. You better get your shit together and leave town or better the country. Timbuktu seems to be a nice choice…”

Sam gets up, snorting as Joshua fails to get up. While the tall hunter slams the door shut behind him all women in the room step closer to Joshua, emptying their drinks onto the hunter.

“You are persona non grada from now on. Now leave…”

“You good?” Holding you close to his chest Dean caresses your back, smiling as you lean into him. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

“You defended me, Dean. I love you and you were right…” Smirking you give him a wink. “I ended up in the right bed…”

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adonis-koo · 5 years ago

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don’t call me angel

Note: a parting gift for the new year! I hope you all enjoy because snarky best friends Seokjin/MC is my new favorite trope 🥺

↳ Summary: Life as an assassin was never what it was supposed to be, filled with bloody knuckles and bruised skin, sleepless nights and empty tears spilled. Life was hell, but it looked like just a fracture of heaven when Seokjin was with you. Until he’s become distant, tense when you speak to others, different, but just enough for you to subtly notice.

↳ Genre: Assassin!AU, angst, fluff, smut, fwb(?)

↳ Word Count: 14k

↳ Pairing: Seokjin/Reader, Jimin/Reader

↳ Tags: MC and Seokjin act like an old married couple, so much banter, jealous!Seokjin, dirty talk, begging, MC cries during sex, breathplay, overstimulation, oral (female receiving), tongue fucking, vaginal fingering, sex toys, bondage, possession kink, spanking, did I mention begging? Begging kink? Penetrative sex, MC doesn’t like to sub but Seokjin turns her into a little bitch, angry sex, HEAVY degradation, edging, cumplay

Namjoon | Seokjin | Jungkook

The seat was cold, the good news was your ass had become numb at least an hour ago, regardless, the metal outdoor chair that had been seated in front of the cafe that was well past closing time was anything but comfortable. Your knuckles were nearly blue and you had kept your teeth from chattering. How the guards didn’t bother to ID check you at this hour was honestly god sent. One lonely girl, three in the morning, a silenced beretta strapped to your stomach that was concealed by the hoodie you wore.

You thought at least the weeb kitsune masks you had begged Seokjin to buy would’ve raised some suspicious if not their interest in harassing a young girl late at night. But alas, it was early morning, freezing and you could tell even with an AR-15 in hand they all would much rather be in bed asleep. Surely they would’ve seen your lip twitch in a scoff had it not been for the black medical mask: Sloppy.

No wonder this was like stealing candy from a baby when your target hired shitty club level security. Glancing back down at your phone your eyes flickered up once more to the figure across the narrow street, also seated on a bench, Seokjin never did like the cold either.

You couldn’t even finish typing before fumbling with your phone at the familiar sound of the silenced shot sound, pulling the pistol from its holster you had quickly rolled from your chair to kneel before firing two shots into the men who had hardly any time to witness their coworkers splattered like pancakes on a sunday morning onto the ground.

“Can you fucking wait five seconds!?” You snapped standing up as you pushed the safety back on your firearm, “You’re lucky we’re as well trained as we are.”

Seokjin who had been strolling across the road suddenly flung his arms up in the air, his face shielded by the- in his opinion- ridiculous kitsune mask and medical mask both. But you knew his expressions well enough by now to practically see the snarky, raised brow and incredulous look, “You were the one who wanted to take governors avenue! Seokjin it will be faster.”

Your lips curled in anger as you squinted at him from your skewed, darkened vision of your mask, this little shit was mocking you! “It was! Who the hell wants to fucking scale a cliff at three in the morning!? Not me!” You opened your mouth only to scowl as you twisted around to face the direction you had been slowly commuting.

Technically the more discreet route would’ve been cliffside but that was also under heavy regulation and Yoongi didn’t have enough clarence, or strings to pull to get you an entry card. Therefore scaling would’ve been your only option, but jesus fuck! Three in the morning, nearly negative ten degrees. It would the slowest pace, but safest.

But for fucks sake you killed people for a living who wanted to freeze their ass off cliffside when you had a direct path. It was the most risky and crawling with security but goddamn was it less cold between the buildings and a whole lot closer to your destination, so honestly? The choice was obvious to make, Seokjin just wanted to complain and gripe about not getting his way, to which you’d ignore or tell him to suck it up, like now.

“You know what? Whatever, the longer we stay here the more likely trucks will be on rotation, come on put the bodies in that alley way, snow will cover up the rest of the blood.” You were already dragging the meathead of the group into the narrow alley as Seokjin groaned, kicking at the fresh pile of snow before- most likely rolling his eyes and doing as told.

“Wouldn’t have to put a body in an alleyway if you did what we were supposed too.” Seokjin grumbled under his breath as he slumped the last body down next to it’s new grave for the next...hour at most? Your brain was constantly ticking in the future, that would be enough time...If everything went too plan.

“Oh shut up where’s the fun in that.” You slapped his back earning a grunt from him as you let out a breathy laugh, appearing out of the alley way as you made your way back up the street.

This villa was technically under curfew yet the guards on rotation really just didn’t seem to give a shit, most likely out of not getting paid enough and less loyalty to their boss then to their wives, it was the cars Yoongi said you’d have to watch out for. They were the higher rank and the ones that could track you down if things went from bad to worse.

The good news was that was the last hurdle of this night...well on the outside of the mansion, The lights were all on and you could hear the music blaring even from here, they’d surely be up all night in celebration, Wonho and his cronies at least. Everyone else...well they might get the hint the party was over when you took your leave.

Seokjin and you had parted ways as he made his way to the watch tower that overlooked your room, or well the vacant one you’d be scaling too. The mansion was a little more tricky, guards were suspicious at every rattle and noise they heard and the time slot for you to scale up five floors was going to be crunched.

“Any day now.” You sighed, leaning back against the brick wall, branches uncomfortably sticking and poking every end of your body as you did your best to not breath as any time you did the bushes would rattle, a thin layer of snow was nearly coating your whole body and you couldn’t feel your fingers anymore, “Seriously for fucks sake, what are you doing? Taking a piss off the tower? It’s fucking cold and the little paranoid freak won’t stop staring at my bush everytime I try to move.”

“Staring at your bush?” Seokjin’s voice crackled from your intercom as he tutted, sounding thoroughly unamused and you could almost see his snide lip curl, “You need to go back to languages class.” You only rolled your eyes as he continued, “I just set up camp and got rid of the bodies, you’re underneath your window right?”

You managed to get up against the building and set yourself down but two guards just wouldn’t leave the perimeter despite rotation, glancing up you could see the ledge of your room’s window even from the ground but there was no way you’d make it fifteen feet without a bullet in the ass, or potentially head, “Yeah but those two won’t leave, can you get them out of here?”

“No there’s two over on the east side that could see from the position they’re in, let me wire Yoongi and see if he can help. Just sit tight for now.” You let out a silent groan as you pressed back against the wall.

You couldn’t say you weren’t getting paid enough for this, because in most casing you definitely were but honestly? No amount of money was worth sitting in ass freezing snow waiting for god only knew how long just to get inside. You closed your eyes trying to imagine the inside of the mansion, Wonho was rich, he’d have heating, it would be warm, maybe you could even get a drink if you’re lucky.

You nearly jumped out of your seat at the sound of the two guards who had been on standby suddenly rushing over to the east as if something urgent had happened. Fuck you could only hope Kim hadn’t blown his cover, he was a careful guy, there was no way it was him. Hopefully, he should be in the building by now.

“Yoongi scrambled their gates lock system, you have five minutes before west guards make their way up.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you stood up, wasting no time to utilize the window seals for your climb. Had you not been awake for over seventeen hours this would’ve felt like a piece of cake.

Your arms were still strained however as you paused, groaning as you muttered, “Namjoon better have unlocked that fucking window.” Kim was supposed to prep your room before making his way down to scope out the main floor, he was never sloppy, but being tired, sleep deprived and the first phase of hunger setting in was really making you question your life choices. Or what little choice you were given at least.

“You know if you keep bitching they’re gonna see you.” Seokjin replied, suddenly snorting as he continued, “Actually, bet they will. I’ll finally be free from your constant whining and stubbornness.”

Clacking your tongue you pushed open the window before climbing through, sighing you collapsed on the ground, temporarily closing your eyes as you replied, “Maybe, but your life would be a hell of a lot less fun without me.”

“Well it will be if you don’t get your ass up, come on Y/n we don’t have all day. Some of us don’t get the luxury of going inside.” Seokjin complained as you rolled your eyes, standing up as you shut the window. Turning around you made your way for the closet, pushing the hood down and peeling off your facial wear.

“Boohoo, suck it up. This shouldn’t take longer than a half hour at most.” Stripping down you let your skin bask in the heated warmth of the indoors. Your blood was pulsing and throbbing at the drastic temperature change as you began to dig through the closet. You could only hope Wonho had already drank enough to not be entirely straight on his feet or else this was going to be a lot longer than you wanted.

This however, was a celebration after all, Wonho just successfully took down one of Rio’s biggest militias and long time overseas rival. Everyone would be drunk tonight, and if not they were well on their way.

“Wow you couldn’t even dress for the occasion,” Seokjin whistled low while tutting, as if in disappointment as you stood up straight, glaring over your shoulder at the window where he undoubtedly had the scope of his sniper aimed on your ass, only covered in a plain pair of black thermal underwear in hopes of keeping you warm. It did not.

“I’m here to lynch him Jin, not sleep with him.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled the dress from the closet, pulling it over your shoulders before tugging down the tight material that strapped against your body, your cleavage decently on display, hopefully enough to keep Wonho’s interest compared to all the other, more than likely attractive women to keep his attention. Kicking off your boots and peeling off your socks you could hear Seokjin scoff through the static, “Could’ve fooled me.”

You decided to ignore his comment as you slipped on the heels, you were already fairly tall as it was and if he couldn’t see you before he definitely would now given you were at the same height as a fully grown man, “Alright, I'm on my way to location, keep me updated if rotation for guards changes.”

“On it.”

Shoving your clothes into the bottom of the closet you firmly shut the door before making your way out of the room, the hallway was packed just as you assumed yet no one questioned you stepping out of the room, all to absorbed in their conversations, or the person they were lip locked with. Shuffling through the hallway you made your way to the elevator, the woman inside was almost completely wasted, knocking you to the back where the greasy older gentlemen stood with a slight drunken leer in his eyes while licking his lips at the sight of your breasts.

Grimacing you folded your arms as you ignored the packed, alcohol reeked scene, finally breathing relief at the ding of the door before exiting the elevator.

The main floor wasn’t much better, it had been completely trashed and bottles had littered the floor. Honestly it rivaled that of a much more expensive, and dangerous version of a frat house. Your eyes however weren’t trained on the floor anymore as you scoped the crowd, your eyes landing on the three piece clad blue suit and slicked, styled hair as you swooped in, strutting towards the figure before standing beside him with a hum, “Fancy seeing you here.”

“We were briefed on this in the same room Y/n.” Namjoon glanced at you as he rolled his eyes, ever the pragmatic, glancing at your figure before giving a small nod, “Good to see you didn’t bust your ass trying to get in.”

Your lips twisted into a scowl, you were never known for your scaling skills and maybe that was why you snubbed Seokjin’s idea of using cliffside to get in, regardless, you made it and that was what counted, crossing your arms you said, “And if I had, do you think you could get Wonho to swing the other way?”

To that he rolled his eyes once more. Namjoon and you...had a long history one that was naturally shared with Seokjin of course. He was the leader of your group...well...as much as he could be. Operations were rarely held as a full team but usually he’d always lead them when they were. You and Seokjin were the first two to be assembled onto the team, or the first to meet Namjoon at least. You had met him before when you were younger though, briefly.

Not only was Namjoon a good assault expert and spy but he was like the glue that kept everyone from killing each other. He had your respect and that was the highest honor someone could ever receive from you. He was an excellent leader.

“You are the most stale person I’ve ever met,” You muttered under your breath, his lack of banter however was always something that made you grumble, he was dry, pragmatic and could always be relied on to get the job done. But where was the jazz? Where was the spice? The drama? Talk about boring, “Is the target on sight?”

“Back corner of the room on the right. We have company.” Namjoon tutted, his tone of voice suddenly on edge making you stand up straighter, glancing around in search for what he meant. What you found however was the familiar sight of burgundy hair and a charismatic smile that could rival the sun.

Squinting your eyes slightly you felt confusion suddenly cloud your thoughts at the unexpected appearance of your interrogation expert, “What is Hoseok doing here?” You glanced at Namjoon curiously but his expression told you he was just as in the dark, and his brooding eyes let you know he was less than happy about it.

“Who knows,” His eyes flickered to the ground, his icy glare enough to freeze someone had he looked up, “Park loves keeping us in the dark.”

It was the truth, in all fairness. Park almost always used the whole team for an operation yet never told one another, just leaving you all in the dark as the puzzle pieces fell together. You supposed you didn’t have a reason to know why Hoseok was here, but a heads up would’ve been nice had things gone sideways.

This was how Park ran though, it’s what made his business, his elite group from potentially selling him out and turning on him. You can’t leak an operation if you don’t know who else is apart of it. He always had more than one motive for something like this. You knew he did, you just couldn’t figure out what.

You shrugged, glancing at Hoseok’s figure one last time before letting your eyes slowly flicker to Wonho, he was still cramped up in the corner with his friends and right hand man, all laughing and looking about as drunk as you had hoped. Good.

“Where’s your little protege at?” Your lips curled slightly as you quipped.

Namjoon couldn’t stop the snort from escaping his lips as he curved an eyebrow at you, flecks of amusement in his eyes, “Sitting at home probably beating the shit out of a punching bag. Made him sit this one out, it’s too important and I don’t think he has enough experience for something like infiltration yet.”

Humming you glanced back at your target, “Not a lot of faith there huh. He’s never gonna gain experience if you don’t let him.” It was ironic for you to be the one saying that given he hated your guts for an unbeknownst reason but you did feel for the kid. He had potential, he just needed to hone it, and maybe mature a little.

“Maybe when he doesn’t threaten to choke slam you anytime you’re in the same room.” Namjoon replied as you threw up your hands, you couldn’t help it. Well maybe you could, you were well known for instigating when someone was in a bad mood but still, you had to keep yourself on your toes somehow.

“Alright fair enough,” You surrendered with a sigh, “Let’s just get this over with, stand here any longer and Seokjin is gonna be up my ass about how he’s cold. You should head for rendezvous, I got things from here.”

Namjoon only nodded as he replied, “Copy. Good luck L/n.” With that Namjoon took a step back before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you alone as you subtly kept your eyes on your target as you began your trek over to his location. Lingering around the bar as you shifted your expression into a far more pleasant one. It took a few more minutes but you had caught Wonho’s eyes just as you had hoped, tossing him a shy smile as you glanced away.

It was almost too easy getting his attention, you had played this little game for only a few more minutes before you watched him abruptly dismiss his friends as he walked your way. You had to drop your gaze back to the floor the glass you held still completely full despite acting as if you were casually drinking.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met, the names Lee Wonho.” Wonho had smoothly introduced himself as he loosened his tie, his eyes not leaving your figure as you bashfully glanced up, resisting the urge to let your lips cave into a full blown smirk.

Rather you kept the seemingly innocent look on your eyes as you smiled sheepishly, “O-oh...I...I didn’t realize you were the owner of the estate, Choi Dahyun, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

It was like a fish and reel and Wonho was practically racing towards the dry land as he wolfishly grabbed your hand you had extended, pressing it to his lips as he smirked, “The pleasure is all mine.” You had to resist the urge to cringe as you smiled once more. Easing into conversation with possibly one of the biggest underworld leaders at the moment.

It took months to set this up, to get to this moment in time. Finally, you’d be able to rest once this was over. It was almost amusing to think about, Wonho was a man in his mid forties, a whole empire behind him that had been passed down to him by his grandfather, he dealt in mafia affairs, one of the biggest narcotic dealers on the blackmarket and his stock of stolen military weaponry was uncanny. And yet, he was about to meet his demise by a pretty face and a set of tits. The irony was something you’d revel in for days and something that would look shiny on your resume.

It was almost too easy getting Wonho up to your room, you had even kept your eyes peeled, feeling as if this was too easy. Did he know? You could feel the small sliver of paranoia in the back of your head. Did Wonho know who you were? Was this apart of his plan? You couldn’t help but wonder. At this point though, did you have a choice? It was now or never.

You nearly grimaced at the way Wonho’s lips practically sucked against yours, his teeth messily gnashing as you pulled him into the room. The door shutting behind him as he whirled you around pressing you into the wall.

What you didn’t expect as your airflow to suddenly be cut off with a gag, Wonho only pulled away enough to look at you, smug and sneering as he hummed, “Nice try but I know Park’s bitches when I see them.” You gave an ice cold smile as you winced at the squeeze of his hand on your neck, “Why did he send you huh? Were you looking for the storage of narcotics? The data we hacked from Jang? Or did you just wanna get your little panties wet with the best?”

You let out a squeezed scoff, “You think you’re some hot shit don’t you? Well let me tell you, trying to be mr badass and take me on by yourself was the worst thing your dick driven ego has done yet.”

“Uh Y/n we have a problem.” You could hear Seokjin on your intercom, “I’m seeing a big head count on the eastern end of the perimeter, I think the bodies from earlier might have been discovered, are you almost done with Wonho?”

You could hardly focus on his voice though when you were thrown across the room, wheezing as you were knocked against the dress, falling to the floor with a thud as your body ached in pain, “You underestimate me little girl. You think I’m the leader of the most powerful group on the planet? I’ve already crushed Yun’s little militia, next I’ll sweep Jang out from under his feet and when I’m done with him? I’ll fucking string Park on his ass for his little boy to watch. I could be god-”

You jolted at the bullet pierced through his head, blood splattering the ground and leaking from the now grotesque state of what was once left of the man-god Wonho, or so he proclaimed himself to be. Sitting still for a total of ten seconds before you finally spoke, “Thanks- but I really wanted that on my resume…”

“Can you be grateful for once in your life? Get dressed and fucking light the place up we need to go now. There’s a helio on sight and I think Wonho was storing a good portion of his army in the warehouse.”

Standing up you made quick work of your dress and heels before opening the closet and dressing in your outfit once more, your lips curled into a smile at the sight of the small bottle of gasoline Namjoon had left as a parting gift. Perfect.

Pulling the hoodie up you popped the lid off the bottle before splashing gasoline throughout the room, opening up the window you poured the rest down the wall, your nose wrinkling at the pheromone smell before quickly throwing the bottle over your shoulder and scaling the wall. You could hear yelling and gunshots in the distant causing your adrenaline to spike as you swore under your breath.

Pulling the lighter from your pocket you lit up the gasoline, the fiery path licking at its substance as it spread up the wall and into the room. Quickly you glanced each direction before hurrying back to the watch tower. What was the gunfire from? And furthermore you couldn’t hear the helio.

“I’m headed for rendezvous, you good?” You had quickly pushed yourself up against the wall. Holding your breath as the two guards hurried past towards the west side, what happened?

“Already halfway there, you better hurry up before I decide to leave you.” Seokjin tutted as you scoffed, was that a challenge? He knew you could never say no to that.

Getting to the plane was already difficult as it was, the place was crawling with guards and security and by the time your room had exploded the whole place was being evacuated. It was an absolute mess. But the large crowd of panicked civilians gave you a big out to escape through the crowd on the bright side.

You couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when you saw the plane, Seokjin leaned up against the set of stairs in place scrolling on his phone, “Did you hear about Hyuna trying to get into Jimin’s pants last night?”

Peeling both masks off as your hoodie knocked down you looked at him incredulously as you both stepped up into the plane, nodding at the guard who shut the door as you huffed, “We literally just finished killing one of Korea’s biggest crime lords and you’re fucking concerned about who Hyuna is sleeping with?”

“It’s a valid concern!” Seokjin replied indignantly, pushing his own hoodie off before throwing his masks onto the other couch, collapsing on the couch you both stood in front of as he groaned, “Should be for you too since Jimin is the one trying to get in your panties.”

You groaned at his words, sluggishly flopping down next to him. Seokjin had been incessant on bringing up the younger college boys crush on you the past three weeks and just as every other time you still didn’t understand what he was getting at. Your body involuntarily curling against his own as Seokjin pulled you close. His chin resting on your head as you dug your nose against his neck, “Shut up.”

Seokin only snorted, “You know I’m right.” You could only let out a yawn, ignoring his probing. The kind he did when something bugged him but he never wanted to outright say it. It had been like this since you had the unfortunate luck to garnering Jimin’s undying attention. You had never pried though as to why it bugged him. At least not until he got on your nerves.

Regardless, you were glad the day was finished. Wonho had finally been lynched and you would get the well deserved rest you had earned.

“Shoot her.”

Your heart was racing and it hurt to blink. When did things come to this? No… you always knew this would be the outcome. Everyday of your miserable existence was spent in preparation for this, all the blood that stained your hands, all the screams that would forever haunt your memories, you knew it would come to this. You just didn’t think you’d be on the losing side. If there was one thing you were never prepared for, it was him who’d pull the trigger on you.

“I said: shoot her.” He snarled, the gun aimed at your forehead had been shaking, god you remembered this so many times.

Glancing up weakly his expression was one you’d never forget, the way Seokjin’s eyes were blown out, his knuckle white from how harshly he gripped the gun, adrenaline in his own veins forcing it’s view into life as it shook. He looked horrified, as if living the horrors he’d dream of every night, “Shoot her Kim and you could go places. You’ve come so far, you’ve already killed so many...What’s one more?”

You swallowed thickly, fear shooting through your veins at the way Seokjin’s expression morphed, his fear suddenly dampening as if curious by his words, his eyes leaving yours as he turned his head ever so slightly, as if listening to his every word, “Seokjin jesus christ don’t listen to him. Please.”

“Do it. Pull the trigger Kim, just another faceless person to add to the body count.”

Fear twisted onto your face at the way he tightened his grip on the gun, slowly his lips curled into a smile, almost sneering down at you. Of course it would end like this. The way it was supposed to end, “Better luck next time L/n.”

The scream in your throat had ripped out as you shot up from the sprawled on position in bed, the wet substance of tears dripping down your cheeks despite the constant tremor in your body, your breath shaky as you ran a frantic hand in your hair. It was just a dream! It was just a dream! Seokjin would never do that to you. He never did.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening, a small whimpered sob escaping your lips at the sight of Seokin’s sleep ridden appearance, having heard the familiar cry through the walls as he sat down on the bed, wordless as you practically flew into his arms, a hiccup escaping your lips as you burrowed into the safety of his neck.

“Shhh, it was just a dream.” Seokjin hummed gently, lips pressing into your hair as you choked out a soft sob, “Was it the same one?” Wordlessly you nodded as you forced the ugly sob down your throat, tears silently treading down your cheeks as Seokjin laid you both down, his arms securely around you as he tucked you away against him.

Your tears slowly began to cease at the feeling of his hand stroking your back, occasionally tangling and playing with your hair as he continued to pepper your head with soft kisses soothingly, your heart rate had finally begun to slow down as Seokjin murmured, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.” You spat out, your voice raspy, anger twisting in your veins despite your watery eyes, your hands had balled into fists against the white shirt he wore, “I hope he’s rotting in hell.” Seokjin only sighed, pulled away a little as he laid his head on the pillow you both shared.

His eyes had that soft gleam in them, the kind he’d only reserve for you in moments like this, when it was four in the morning and you’d have to be up soon for debrief, “You know I never intended on shooting you, right?”

Your eyes dropped to his chest as you felt his long fingers brush your near cold tears from your cheeks, “Yeah, but that doesn’t change the fact that he still tried to convince you too,” You were well aware of the bitter tone your voice held as you bit out, “Wish I could’ve been the one to kill him. I would’ve been a hell of a lot less merciful.” You snarled anger twisting in your eyes at the mental image, “He’d be begging for me to kill him.”

“Y/n…” Seokjin could feel a piece of his heart chip at the borderline insanity in your voice, the kind he and you both tiptoed on every day, you had been put through such a horrendous childhood, it amazed him Park hadn’t put you both in a mental ward yet, or at least in therapy, ”He’s dead.” Seokjin cupped your cheeks, his gaze penetrating your soul the way it always would in these late, dark hours, “You need to let it go. Holding on to this isn’t going to do anything for you.”

You felt your lips quiver, a small scoff escaping your mouth at your own patheticness, a new fresh stream of tears trickling down your cheeks as you murmured, “I wish I knew how.” You knew he was right, that you needed to let the resentment that had festered in your mind for your childhood, the horror you went through, you needed to let it all go. But how? Where could you begin? There was just so much. And it wasn’t like you could go to a regular therapist for this.

“Shhh.” Seokjin cooed softly, pulling you close to him as you let out another soft sob, curling against his warm body for safety.

The only person you would ever trust on this planet, you both had gotten on one another's nerves now more than anything. But Seokjin was all you had left in this world, you’d never let go of him, “Just try to fall back asleep, I’ll be here if you wake up.”

Your eyes were already falling heavy against your cheeks, the smell of strawberry body wash he insisted on using lulling you back to sleep, you’d be okay. You’d be okay as long as Seokjin was with you.

“So, rough night?” The boldness in your casual words, as if you hadn’t been sniffling and bawling your eyes out last night, was immense, if not annoying to everyone in the room, all dead eyes with a lack of sleep. You raised your brows at the silence you were met with at the oval dining table everyone sat at as you took a sip of the motor oil Yoongi considered coffee.

The only person who had been absent at the table was Taehyung- who had been getting cozy with a governor's wife in Peru, not out of actual interest for her. But for his job at seduction and information retrieval, he could undoubtedly have everyone their knee’s for him in the matter of ten seconds if he wanted. The power of being hot and knowing it.

Namjoon only sighed as he facepalmed, his protege though- the one with the permanent brooding scowl on his face ever since he laid eyes on you let his face screw into an even more sour look, as if that was even possible.

You couldn’t stop the snort from escaping your lips as your eyes met, “We’re not here for small talk.” Jungkook suddenly snarled at you, as if breathing the same air as you pissed him off. It probably did.

You whistled as you leaned back in your seat, thoroughly amused at the way he gritted his teeth and snarled like a rabid dog, “Aite damn. You don’t have to give me such a constipated look though- I mean seriously, you look like you’re about to bust the fattest shit since birth.” The gurgled choke came from Yoongi- the only person who could appreciate your dry yet somewhat cheeky sense of humor.

Jungkook suddenly stood up from his seat, slamming his hands on the table as he growled, everyone not bothering to intervene, as they all knew this was the only form of entertainment they’d ever get when you were all in the same room, “Is this some fucking game too you? Park has never called for all of us to be in the same fucking room. And all you can do is crack a joke?”

You clacked your tongue as you leaned back in your seat, such a hot head...Namjoon’s protege was something else. Not that you minded though, at least not completely, it meant you had someone to provoke meanwhile until Park could be benevolent enough and make time for you all, “He’s never called us together since you’ve been here,” Your eyes cut slightly and your words pointed, “This isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Now get your panties out of a twist, me and Seokjin just lynched Wonho, whatever this is, can’t be more difficult than that.”

Jungkook was, the newest addition to the team by a little over a year. You didn’t know the details and furthermore you didn’t care.

As long as Namjoon trusted him you would as well, as you did trust his judgement. He was pragmatic and had a good read on people and if he thought Jungkook was worth taking in, then you’d imagine he had a good reason to believe so.

And the more you worked with Jungkook- against his will, you could understand why. He was a remarkable marksman and a hell of a shot, but he was also ill tempered, foul mouthed and had the maturity of an eleven year old boy, dare you mention it made sense given he was the youngest out of you all at the staggering infant age of 21.

Jungkook would have chipped a tooth at how hard he grinded his teeth together, glaring you down as if you’d explode upon contact, his childishness never ceased to amaze or amuse you, his sour expression almost made you laugh. Fortunately, it was a good thing you still had some self restraint left, being ever the observant and noticing the bulge in his pants you were almost eighty seven percent positive that was not a boner.

You didn’t think Jungkook would kill you, but you wouldn’t put it past him to take out a kneecap if you pushed enough buttons.

The doors, thankfully opened to the sight of Park Woojin, CEO and billionaire to one of the world's largest corporations, he was well known for his reserved yet charming nature and was almost always doing good works, funding for charities and such. He also just so happened to be your boss, the one who owned his own elite team of assassins and special unit for his every underworld need at the drop of a hat. He was untouchable. He was the devil in a three piece suit, walking in as if he had owned your lives.

It only served to make you angry that he did. Jungkook was a talented kid, he was smart and a good shot, you could commend him all day long- though never to his face as he didn’t need an ego the size of Park’s- but if there was one thing you couldn’t understand, it was why in gods name did he willingly sign his life away.

On long nights you and Seokjin often mused the question; why would he do something so stupid? It was different with the rest of you, you didn’t get a choice in doing this, being who you were, Park did own you, he owned all of you. And for Jungkook to just...sign the contract. You couldn’t wrap your head around the concept. He didn’t just sell his soul to the devil, he gave it to Park on a silver platter.

“Good you’re all here.” Park pulled the seat out at the end of the table as he sat down, everyone had quickly straightened in their seats…besides you, too tired and not enough of a will to live anymore as you stayed slumped in your seat with said cup of motor oil in hand, “I have places to be so I’ll make this quick. L/n and Kim have terminated Wonho Thursday early morning. I’ve only found out last night that they were actually in deal with Jang.”

His dark eyes suddenly pierced on you, “You said Wonho was planning on destroying them correct,” You gave a brief nod, “My thoughts are he was attempting to earn their trust and take them out from the inside. Jang refuses to believe that and is out for redemption at the moment. You’re all to keep a low profile for now. They don’t know I was the one who sent you and right now we’re under suspect. No one is going on any missions or operations until this is resolved, understood?”

Everyone gave a nod yet no one spoke a word making Park stand up as he nodded, “Good. You’re free to stay or go but make sure you’re discreet in public. Especially you Y/n, you were the one inside the mansion last seen with Wonho.”

You only yawned with a nod, not taking his words too serious. This wasn’t the first time this had happened either. And if Jang seriously thought his shotty guys could take you out he was an actual idiot. Or at least that’s what you told yourself because you honestly didn’t have the energy to care anymore. Briefly you noticed Jungkook seemed to tense and Namjoon had shot him a look making you and Seokjin both glance at one another, as if catching the same moment.

At least there would be something to gossip about later.

Most people assumed by your dry, snarky and cynical personality you were above mundane things such as gossip. They were wrong in every way possible. What could possibly be more fun than to laugh at others misfortune and continue to spread false information, you and Seokjin took delight in hearing about any sort of campus drama, teammate drama, anything you guys could get your filthy hands on for discussion.

Hoseok was the first to jump out of his seat with a groan as soon as Park shut the door to the room, “Could’ve just sent us a text. Thanks for lighting the whole fucking mansion on fire by the way.” He sent you a sharp smile, yet when you looked closely you could see the minor flecks of annoyance that could cloud any sunshine smile he gave.

You clacked your tongue as you shot him finger guns, ignoring his annoyance because in all honesty if he wanted to get pissy with someone then he should’ve mentioned it to Park in the five minutes you briefly saw him, “Not my fault Park didn’t let us know we’d have a little imp crawling up everyone's ass last night. And here I had hoped you got toasted with the rest of that place.”

Hoseok couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping his lips, though annoyed, he was also one of the few who didn’t mind you. Well, most of the team didn’t mind you honestly. Hoseok in particular enjoyed word spar with you and was possibly the only person who never took it personally, “I’m like a roach babydoll-”

“Gross and ridden with diseases?” You cringed, initially realizing where he was taking the sentence but unable to resist another potshot.

“Unkillable.” Hoseok sent a wink, he was about as much of a playboy as Taehyung was, in all honesty, but the fact that he had really likened himself to a roach was both, cringeworthy and ballsy at the same time.

Seokjin lifted his lip slightly in disgust as he scoffed, “Babydoll and roach don’t belong in the same sentence.” He stood up as well, stretching out with a yawn, his hair dusting over his bangs and his eyes just as tired as everyone else's yet you could notice he seemed tensed and a little annoyed for reasons unknown.

Hoseok only let the smile curve on his lips again, pushing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he replied, “And Y/n would still jump in my bed if she went home with me.” You indignantly parted your lips to reply you most certainly would not. But then again...No words came out of your mouth as you considered, honestly, who were you to object to that?

“I...yeah okay fair enough.” You had come to terms with it, mutually agreeing that you would definitely sleep with him in such a scenario while watching Seokjin grit his teeth, looking at you sharply though you didn’t understand why.

Hoseok sent you a wink before exiting the room making you snicker, you were a shameless person, you wouldn’t lie and pretend like you were offended by his words when he was right.

Shrugging you stood up to join Seokjin as he rolled his eyes, choosing to say nothing though you could tell something snarky was on the tip of his tongue. You supposed you’d have to confront this new behavioral change eventually, just not right now when everyone was curiously eyeing you both.

“Y/n! It’s so good to see you!”

You froze at the angelic, sweet voice. All you wanted was a warm croissant roll and something sweet to drink. Was that too much to ask for anymore?

Coughing you whirled around to see the beautiful face of Park Jimin, his smile precious and sweet and eyes were practically sparkling at the sight of you. Why, why did he have to like the grungy, dead eyed kid that didn’t even go to college? You only hung around for the overly expensive coffee at this cutesy cafe.

You see, the problem wasn’t Jimin, well it was, but it really wasn’t because of him. He was the sweetest soul you had ever met and for some reason, had the most heart melting crush on you, except it was one sided.

Awkwardly, given he was your bosses son. If Park ever caught wind Jimin was associating with you, you were positive not even god could help you in that situation.

You still couldn’t see it. The fact that they were actually related. Jimin was nothing like his father, he was sweet and gentle, he’d probably cry if he ever had to hurt a fly, let alone a human.

And that was the saddest part.

Jimin wasn’t even aware of the empire he would soon inherit. The girl he had a crush on that he’d have to string up like a puppet and use for his benefit. You’d have to watch his father crush every ounce of innocence he had. The idea, actually hurt to think about.

You couldn’t help but wonder some days, if his smile would be the same after his father told him you were a slave assassin, that you had killed over hundreds of people and tortured plenty of others when Hoseok needed an extra hand, would he still like you when he saw the blood that stained your hands and the wrath in your veins?

Jimin, was the only person on the planet, that could possibly make you feel ashamed for who you were, what you did for a living. Jimin was like the sweet humanity you had been void of your whole life. You liked his presence, you genuinely could see yourself with him. Happy. But that was a reality you’d never indulge in. No this wasn’t a fairytale, and you weren’t going to act like there was a happy ending for you when there wasn’t.

“Don’t you have class?” You didn’t mean to come off as standoffish, but you could never fully get to know Jimin, at least comfortably. Furthermore, as much as you enjoyed his company you couldn’t help but wonder if Park knew about it already. About this, about his son’s interest in you. Was he waiting for the right moment? It was difficult to say but you didn’t want to risk it, you could toe the line with Park all day long but you knew when it was time to straighten up. The sooner you could shoo Jimin out the door the better.

Jimin raised his brows slightly, the soft tufts of honey blonde hair covering his forehead as he tilted his head in confusion, “It’s winter break Y/n. Are you busy…? I’m sorry if I interrupted something.”

You could almost feel invisible sweat bead down your neck as you gave a tense smile, “No of course not! I just uh…” You glanced away, unsure of how to tell him the truth, you were avoiding him like the plague in some false hope he’d get the hint and stop coming around, “Sorry, you know I’m not in college. I don’t know off weeks for shit.” You offered a weak, apologetic smile, accepting your fate that you’d just have to entertain him for a few minutes.

At least until Seokjin got tired of waiting for his french hot chocolate you were holding and you knew he got pissy if you took to long at the counter. Jimin only laughed softly, that pretty smile on his plump pink lips and his nose was red from the cold weather outside, “It’s okay, going to college isn’t for everyone. But that’s why I’m here, I…” He trailed off for a second and you could vaguely see the pink dusting his cheeks that couldn’t have been from the cold weather, “I noticed you haven’t been here in awhile. I was almost sad at the idea you were avoiding me…”

“Why would I avoid you?” You gave a strained laugh, forcing your mind to not list every single reason on the long list in your head, “I was just out of town visiting family. But uh- I’m back now. I have some time off from work too so it’s nice.”

Jimin’s eyes suddenly lit up, the way they always did when you brought up your personal life. It wasn’t a secret he was curious about you more then he should’ve been and you would always shut down questions that borderlined too close to the truth on who you were.

So to see you volunteering information like your job and family had Jimin obviously excited. You couldn’t help but mentally cringed at your lie. If only he knew you didn’t have a family and your job was far from artsy and cute like his major in photography.

“Oh? I’m glad to hear then! I sometimes get worried I mean...I know you have your roommate but I just can’t help but get worried if you get lonely, you can always call me you know.” Jimin gave a sweet smile causing you to shift in your spot, glancing away as you gave a cough, rubbing the back of your neck as you shrugged.

“I really am fine...think of me like the hermit on the mountaintop- besides me and Seokjin have known each other since we were kids, I’ll be dead before he crawls out of my ass,” You huffed making Jimin laugh once more, his eyes crinkled like little crescent moons and his whole being radiated nothing but warmth and gentleness.

“Y/n,” You jumped at the sound of the devil, Seokjin held your upperarm like his life depended on it making you wince as you shot him a look, “Hey Jimin!” He gave a tensed smile before leaning a little closer to you, “Y/n we’re supposed to head to the grocery store, do you have our drinks?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion at his tense tone, you never went with him to get groceries either…”Uh...yeah?” In your line of work you never openly questioned him in these moments before shooting Jimin an apologetic smile, “Sorry....See you around though.”

Jimin looked a little disappointed, his face falling slightly making your stomach sucker punch as his eyes flickered to Seokjin’s hand on you, “Oh...of course! I’ll see you later Y/n, take care.” You couldn’t even hear Jimin finish his sentence as Seokjin dragged you out of the cafe, your lips twisting into a snarl at his heavy manhandling.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You dug your feet into the ground as you glared at him, you were waiting for him to interrupt but he didn’t have to drag you out of the building! And what the hell kind of excuse was getting the groceries? You were supposed to stay in the cafe and enjoy your drink instead of staying outside in jack frost’s asshole.

Seokjin only dragged you along the street, gritting his teeth as his eyes flickered around, his voice low and stern as he snapped lowly, “Guy seven o’clock by the entrance hasn’t took his eyes off you since we entered the building. Call me paranoid but given what just happened I’m not risking it.”

“Oh for christ’s sake.” You dug your heels into the ground as you forced him to stop, groaning as you threw your arms up in the air, “No seriously what the fuck is your problem? I don’t give two shits about the guy who was checking out my ass from where I stood, guys can’t even breath in my direction without you getting all pissy anymore.”

Seokjin suddenly glared down at you his eyes darkening a little as he grabbed your arm, “Stop fucking shouting,” His growled with a low voice, “Let’s just get home you’re being delusional.”

Your lips parted in offense, brows shooting up as you scoffed. You could endure a lot, you could be called a frigid bitch when you turned down guys, you could be called a whore, a slut and everything else in between. But you would not stand for being called delusional when you knew damn well you were not.

“Delusional!?” You shouted purposely as he dragged you along the sidewalk, “I’m not the one who looks like something crawled up his ass and died just for talking to Jimin. You did the same shit yesterday morning at that meeting too! Just fucking admit you have a problem and tell me what it is!”

You nearly yelped as you were shoved into a back alley, your drink dropped and your back pressed into the cold brick wall and Seokjin towering over your as he shoved a hand over your mouth, You scowled while looking up at him as he mouthed for you to ‘shut the fuck up’. You could hear muffled talking and the distinct sound of a radio before crunching footsteps walking past, “Fuck I just saw her.” “Shut up and spread out she’s around somewhere.”

You swallowed keeping your heartbeat steady as Seokjin let go of your mouth, quietly grabbing your hand before you both began to further down the alleyway, “Are you done being a drama queen?” Seokjin grunted quietly, glancing at both ends before dragging you to the right and popping back out onto a main side street, you shouldn’t be too far from your apartment but you’d need to be careful if you didn’t want to be followed.

“This conversation isn’t over.” You snapped back quietly, letting Seokjin lead you to the safety of your shared home. The rest of the trip back was silent and most people glanced at you both like you were two delirious crackheads and to be fair you felt like one too with how much sneaking Seokjin made you both do.

Sighing you opened the door to the apartment walking inside as you tucked your tongue into your cheek, choosing to stay silent as Seokjin carefully shut the door before locking it, his eyes peeled on the small glass panel that revealed the outside world as you crossed your arms. Sighing he back away from the door as he stretched out, “At least we’re stocked up on food, those guys will probably be around for the next few days, which means no going outside.”

He gave you a pointed look as if having already forgotten what you had said while outside. Seokjin paused after a moment, noticing your lack of banter and complaint before honing in on your rarely serious expression.

Sure you looked dead most days, and most would assume you were always serious and both glaring at everyone, which was partially true. But most didn’t see your furrowed brows and lips pressed together as if focused on Seokjin’s figure alone, “Oh jesus christ…” Seokjin groaned as he turned around walking towards the kitchen as he ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t care who you choose to sleep with Y/n, it’s not that deep.”

Your lips twisted into a scowl as you followed behind him, glaring holes into those stupid broad shoulders of his. He could act like he didn’t care all he wanted but you knew something was up and obviously it needed to be addressed before it bled over into your work life, which could potentially be fatal for you or him, or possibly both of you, “Don’t feed me that line of bullshit Seokjin! You’ve been broody for the past month, whatever is bothering you just fucking tell me.”

Whipping around Seokjin’s eyes suddenly squinted into a glare as if warning you to drop the subject, his jaw beginning to clench as he growled lowly, “Who says I’m brooding? That’s you’re trope not mine. Drop it Y/n, when have you ever cared before?”

You suddenly stepped back at his venom like words, your jaw dropping before you felt anger shooting through your veins that heroin had nothing on as your fists suddenly bawled up. How dare he say that! After everything you both have been through? How dare he fucking act like he had the right to say that! “Where the fuck did you get that idea? Are you dead in the head?” You snarled, stepping closer into his bubble as you shoved at his chest, “We’ve been through over ten years of utter hell and you have the fucking nerve to say I don’t care!? I’ve done nothing but try to talk to you and you won’t stop bitching and acting like you’re fine when you obviously aren’t!”

“And when I said drop it you won’t fucking listen. You’re so stubborn you know that?” Seokjin snapped, suddenly stepping closer as he backed you against the wall, “You only bothered to ask because it fucking suited you in the moment- don’t you act like some saint- like you actually didn’t notice beforehand. You’re only asking because I took you away from your idiotic dream boat Park-fucking-Jimin.”

You couldn’t even believe the words you were hearing at the moment. You could admit he was right, you had noticed beforehand but you didn’t assume it was detremential, or that it was something he even wanted to talk about it. And fair enough, you should’ve asked anyways but seriously!? Bringing Jimin into this was such a low blow, “Do you ever hear yourself right now!? What does Jimin even have to do with this!? I’m fucking tired of being dragged away, glared at with snide comments anytime I interact with another male, so I’m sorry it just so happened to be with Jimin, and who the hell gave you the right to dicitate who I like and who I don’t huh?”

“Oh so you do like him?” Seokjin accused vehemently, anger burning in his eyes as he lunged down, caging you between his arms, his breath hot and nose close to brushing against yours, “Like him, when he doesn’t even know who the fuck you are? What you do for a living? That you’re his dad’s personal assassin at beckon call? I’ve known you my whole life, have had your back for fucking years Y/n, years. I know who you are and I don’t give shit- I never did. So why are you out daydreaming about shit that won’t happen? Can’t happen? I won’t fucking let you run off on some childish notion and get killed because of it okay!? You are all I have in this goddamn world and I’m not about to lose you!”

Your lips had been sealed shut and your pupils dilated as your head pressed back against the wall as you glanced at him, he...he what? It was quiet for a moment but Seokjin’s intense gaze didn’t falter, as if waiting for you to argue back. As if anticipating your resistment, yet it never came. Instead, you let out a snort, as if realizing what this was about and why your partner had to be a dramatic premadonna, “Are you seriously jealous? For real?”

You watched him part his lips several times like a fish out of water before snarling, “I’m not jealous! I’m just being your babysitter before you do something dumb.”

Clacking your lips you sighed exasperatedly, you should’ve known something like this was going to happen eventually, “I never said I liked Jimin, and where the hell did you get the idea I was gonna run off with him? Where? Do you honestly think I’d leave? I mean, seriously.”

Seokjin’s face was flushed now, looking both embarrassed but too angry to admit it as he clenched his jaw once more, his hands suddenly grabbing at your hips with a possessive squeeze he was well known for when he became insecure.

“You look at him like some doe eyed damsel in distress,” He growled, stepping closer, his hot breath against your ear stirring your body as you felt his hands slide to your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze.

“And I’m the delusional one,” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way warmth quickly spread between your legs, “Seokjin, we’re partners. We have and always will be. Maybe the idea is nice but you're right.” You let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his lips suddenly attaching to your neck, giving a nip at your skin in warning as if not evening wanting to hear about you liking the idea of being with Jimin, “You’re the only person I have left too dumbass, the only person I trust, you’re just as stuck with me as I am you.”

Seokjin immediately hauled you up against the wall, the muscles packed against his arms bulging against his white shirt as he held you up, tongue hot and lathing against your neck before letting his lips drag against the shell of your ear, “Never said I was complaining dipshit. Im gonna fuck you in every single room tonight,” You’re lips quivered with a quiet moan at his hips thrusting into yours, his thick hardened cock restrained in his jeans brushing against your thigh, “Make you forget everything except my name.”

“God you’re so possessive.” You sighed as he kept hold of you, moving you to the counter to set you down before grabbing at the hem of your shirt, peeling it up as his lips moved down your neck. You could feel a brief smile on Seokjin’s lips, as if knowing you were right, yet not bothering to apologize. It was okay, you didn’t want one anyways.

When you knew him your whole life, it was easy to say this wasn’t the first time this had happened, whether it was him or you. Sleeping together was both convenient and safe. You trusted one another more than anyone else, it made sense you’d keep one another satisfied sexually.

Seokjin made quick work of your bra before attaching his plump lips to your right bud making you let out a louder moan, his hips slotting between your thighs as you squirmed beneath him, your cunt already sticky and clinging to your panties, “Mmm fuck, you like it though, I know you do. Always moaning like a little bitch when I say you’re mine.” Seokjin gave a cocky smirk as he squeezed on your left breast before sucking against your right bud again, your breathy laugh mixed with another moan.

He was right, you did think it was hot, there was nothing like angry rough sex at three in the morning, rough whispered words saying who you belonged too while the bed rocked into the wall, “Well if you’d just fucking admit you’re jealous this wouldn’t happen.” You wheezed at the feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gag at the expense of your airflow, “You know choking me is a good way to get a roundhouse kick in the gut. It activates my fight or flight response.”

Seokjin glanced up at you, his eyes lidded and smug as he dragged his tongue down your stomach, edging against the hem of your pants as he loosened his grip on your neck, “Can you not be sexy for five minutes?”

“Impossible.” You sighed dramatically as you leaned your head uncomfortably against the cabinet that held all of your mugs, acting as if this was an everyday topic rather than him about to eat the soul from your pussy, “We aren’t newly weds Seokjin, is foreplay really that necessary?”

Seokjin scoffed between your thighs, popping the button on your pants and unzipping them before curling his hands beneath the material as he peeled them off along with your panties. The cold air of the apartment was enough to make your soaked cunt all the more excited.

It had been too long since Seokjin had properly fucked you and your body was ready to wither beneath him, covered in sweat and cum from round after round of sex, “It isn’t when you’re that easy to make wet, look at that cunt,” He licked his lips, grabbing your thighs as he put them over his shoulders as he leaned down, a small whimper leaving your lips as your pussy lips spread and your wet cunt on display as he licked along your inner thigh, “So fucking wet and we haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Your lips twitched in annoyance at him as you replied, “Well if someone wasn’t so picky about where we had sex this woul-Oh!” You let out a high pitched moan as Seokjin wrapped those damn plump lips around your sensitive clit, having not been touched in over two weeks making your eyes snap shut at such intense attention, “Oh fuck…” You moaned softly as your hands tangled in his fluffy tufts of black hair.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” Seokjin hummed before letting his tongue drag back against your clit once more, your hips eagerly rolling along his tongue as you felt his hand follow up your thigh until his fingers began to tease your entrance, “Mmm fuckin’ mine, bet Jimin wishes he was buried in this little cunt right now.”

You couldn’t even properly respond as Seokjin pushed a finger inside you, your walls clenching as his tongue lathed against the sweet spot of your swollen clit making you yelp as you kicked against his back, “F-fuck, Jin.”

Pleasure was rapidly spiking through your body and it was nearly pathetic how quick Seokjin could make you cum when he wanted too. Pushing another finger inside you he curled his fingers into that spongy little spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching in probably an unflattering way as you whined, “Beg for it,” Seokjin lazily demanded, as if he could suck on your pretty clit all day, and if challenged, he probably would, “Fuckin’ beg for it.”

“You’re such an assh-Oh! Fuck please! Please jesus christ Jin please!” You whined at the way he harshly sucked your clit to get you to shut up, his fingers digging into your g-spot making your walls rapidly clench and convulse around his fingers, your orgasm as close as your hands tugged against his hair, “Mmm! Shit please, let me cum all over your face please.”

Seokjin let his tongue slip past his lips as he continued lathing against your clit, eyes focused on your fucked out expression as you clenched around him nearly screaming at the way your orgasm hit you all at once, walls squelching around his fingers as they were coated in your cum. Seokjin expertly helped you come down from your hazey high as your thighs began to tremble, pulling his fingers from you as he stood up, licking his lips smug as he demanded, “Suck.”

With quivering lips you parted them obediently as Seokjin pushed them into your mouth, sucking the salty thick substance from his slim fingers as he gleamed down at you proudly, “Bet he jerks his little dick to the idea of you sucking on his fingers too.”

Popping his fingers from your mouth you huffed, running a hand through your hair before clacking your tongue, “How many times do I have to say I don’t like Jimin.” It seemed that was the wrong wording though as any mention of Jimin’s name from you had Seokjin curving a brow, picking you up by the thighs Seokjin had lead you down the hall as he nipped against your neck, “Stop saying his fucking name.”

You were dropped at the head of the bed, subjected to watch Seokjin pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the godlike body beneath, there were more than plenty of scars and bruises, a few nicks here and there but his muscles were chiseled and toned from his years spent as an assassin. You’d kiss every scar on his body if he’d let you, “I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying Jimin- oh shit.”

You swallowed when he opened the nightstand drawer to grab the handcuffs that had been conveniently left there from the last time you both had slept together, his tongue tucked into his cheek as he raised his brows, your cunt dripping in arousal and cum at the way he always looked so hot when he was pissed, “Oh shit is right you little brat.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second as he straddled your stomach, your first reaction was to fight him but it was little use as he grabbed your arms, shoving them above your head as he wrangled your wrist into one side, “Maybe you shouldn’t be such a fucking smartass and I wouldn’t tie you up.” Seokjin successfully cuffed you to the railing, leaving you at his mercy as he straightened up, looking down at you like you were dirty beneath his feet, “But that little cunt likes it right? My filthy little bitch likes to be tied up and made to take what she’s given, right?”

Your pupils narrowed into a glare, not in any position to be objecting when your pussy was coated in cum and begging to be stuffed full of his cock yet you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your lips in a bratty fit of rage, “More like you can’t keep me in one spot without the help.”

Seokjin’s lips twitched at your defiance, yet on another hand also not surprised by it long too used to your bratty ways as he grabbed slid off you to grab your thighs, pulling them back over his shoulders before you felt a sharp sting on your ass making you yelp, “Should I gag that little bitchy mouth too?”

You couldn’t even find a haughty reply before suddenly whimpering, the feeling of his wet, warm tongue plunging inside you making your walls clench around him while giving a breathy moan, his fingers teasing their way up your clit before circling your sensitive bud, “Fuck! A-ah! You’re such a dick.”

His hand immediately left your clit to slam his hand against your ass in warning, the sting traveling to your cunt in excitement as your walls clenched around his tongue once more, a laugh escaping your lips that you disguised as a moan before curling your back at the way his tongue roughly dragged into your g-spot, the skin of your hands digging into the cuffs as you rattled against them.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your hand as Seokjin let his fingers circle over your clit once more, a whine of objection leaving your throat as he pulled his tongue from your, licking his lips as he continued to play with your sensitive bud, “Have you considered shower sex before?”

No amount of pleasure in the world could keep the glare off your face, watching the way that little shit’s lips were tempted to pull into a smile as you sneered, “You want my pussy at all or should I go ask Jimin for some help?”

His gaze twisted into a mutual glare, eyes darkening and it was only now you realized you had royally screwed yourself over as he dropped your thighs, almost ignoring your words for the moment as he stood up.

Your eyes however dropped down to his pants as they slid to the floor revealing the thick angry cock bouncing up to his abdominal, it was not only long but it’s girth had your body clenching all over against and his bulbous tip would always be a painful stretch no matter how much prepping, “Oh yeah? Well how about we give him a call then? Let him decide if you’re being taken care of?” Seokjin asked, his voice in a near sneer as he grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest making you whine, “Let him know this pussy is getting stuffed and cumming all over my dick?”

You struggled to kick your legs as the feeling of the thick shaft of his cock running against your wet, cum coated cunt, rubbing past your clit as you moaned, too much teasing being done to you as Seokjin growled, “Want my cock you little slut? Then beg, I want to hear how bad you need it.”

Whining your face twisted into a rare pout, you had already begged once today and he was really going to make you throw your dignity out the window? You whimpered with a gag at his hand suddenly grabbing back against your throat again, “Should I get out a vibrator too?”

Your body was heating up with fresh arousal at the idea but before you could even reply Seokjin squeezed at your throat, “You know what? I will, I wanna see my little bitch in tears tonight, see how bad she needs me.”

Seokjin leaned over your body before grabbing the wand that was inside the nightstand, your thighs already rubbing together in need of another release. You couldn’t help but swallow at the click of the vibrator, the buzz worst then any gun to your head could imitate, “Spread your cunt, I know you like being a little whore and putting it on display.”

“Maybe I’d like it more for Jimin.” You challenged, eyes squinting as Seokjin gritted his teeth, not hesitating to pry your legs open before roughly pressing the vibrator into your clit, a loud whine echoing off the walls as your hips spasmed and rocked up into the vibrator.

“Jimin this, Jimin that,” Seokjin rolled his eyes, his jaw clenched as he turned it up a setting, moaned whimpers escaping you as you tugged rapidly against the restraints that held you, “Just admit you like being turned into a little bitch, you like when I play with this cunt until it’s dripping wet and soaked in cum,” You cried out at the feeling of two fingers plunging back inside you, the lewd wet squelch of your walls rapidly clenching around him as he clacked his tongue, “Is your little pussy gonna cum again? Do you need cum?”

“Please.” The cracked whimper wasn’t as enticing as you had hoped but you could hardly process a word anymore, too much stimulation overwhelming you as Seokjin sneered at your pathetic attempt

Seokjin suddenly curled his fingers inside you with a growl as you kicked your legs and your eyes began to burn with tears, “I know you can do better than that. I said: Fucking beg.” His fingers continued rapidly curling into your g-spot, the vibrator in your clit almost too much to handle as he skillfully continued to edge you.

“Mmm! A-ah fuck, please! Please! Shit, wanna cum so bad, please!” What was left of your dignity had completely crumbled as the words flew from your lips, vision blurring with tears as your body burned to intensely only for Seokjin to pull away, “Please! Need it so bad, please.”

Seokjin let the sadistic smile twist onto his lips, watching the way your body quivered beneath him, the tears trickling down your cheeks and completely submissive beneath him, turning down the vibrator before letting the tip circle around your entrance, enjoying the way your body twitched as he hummed, “Are you gonna be a good girl and apologize? You should be thankful I play with this cunt as much as I do.”

Dragging the vibrator up your slit before coaxingly rubbing over your clit, a small sob escaped your lips as your hips bucked up into the vibrator, his fingers pushing back inside you before curling once more into your g-spot, “A-ah I’m sorry! Please, please, please I’m sorry!”

Your cracked, whimpered words like music to Seokjins ears as he felt your walls tighten around him, “And what do you want baby? Use your words.” His mouth near watering at the way your hips rolled against his fingers, your little hole taking his fingers so easily as your face became nearly unrecognizable to anyone else besides himself. “Mmm! Please!” You whined your clit thrumming with vibration as you cried, a new stream of tears dripping down your cheeks at his torture, “Please let me cum, please! Need it so bad, please.”

Seokjin let his tongue graze against his lips, reveling in your pleading as he finally let out a smile, turning the vibrator up once more that gained another sob from you as he coaxed, “There’s my good girl, now cum all over my fingers, be a good girl and cum.”

Your walls were rapidly clenching around him and your clit was throbbing as the moan caught in your throat, the force of the orgasm enough to rip it out into a scream as a new sob escaped your, your body twisting and snapping in hot searing pleasure.

“Mmm fuck that’s a good girl.” Seokjin guided you through your orgasm with ease before gently pulling his fingers from you and turning off the vibrator as your thighs trembled. Your mind nearly blank as you continued reeling from pleasure.

You barely even registered when Seokjin had uncuffed you from the bed while whistling, “Jesus, I think this is the most fucked out you’ve ever been, are you gonna be able to take getting stuffed full?”

Despite his words he and you both were well aware this was far from the first time you had been this fucked out, Seokjin didn’t even looked worried at the way you trembled, having become so well acquainted with your body, “I didn’t just beg like a cheap pornstar to be told I’m not getting dick.”

That was enough to cause that annoying windshield wiper like laugh to sound as he spread your legs making you jump, mirth in his eyes at your crabbiness, having never been a fan of begging- or subbing before but Seokjin was also aware he was the one exception, “I know you love my dick but calm down it’s not going anywhere.”

A breathy whine escaped your lips as Seokjin let his thick bulbous tip circling against your entrance before pushing inside you, the stretch burning and pleasure shooting through your sensitive walls as Seokin didn’t bother to wait for you to adjust, his hips immediately slamming into yours as your back arched with a whine, “You know- you never did answer me, should we call him? Let him listen to your little pathetic moans? Let his dick get hard at the idea of fucking my girl.”

Your mind could hardly register his words, too caught up at the feeling of his cock squeezing into your small hole and brushing over your g-spot with each stroke as your hands clawed against his back, “Fuck- are you insane?” You tried to turn it into a snap but all it came out as was a pathetic whine, hips rolling with his as his hand dragged down to rub over your clit again, a moan escaping your lips at the sensitivity as you clenched around his thick shaft, “My phone’s back in the kitchen.”

Seokjin let out a moan before huffing, “I’m trying to be sexy, can you play along for once?” You both couldn’t help but let out a shared strained laugh as his hips continued to roll against your’s, his cock completely coated in both your cum and arousal making a mess against your thighs. Unexpectedly Seokjin pulled out of you making you whine as you popped up indignantly, royally fucked out with dried tears on your cheeks and a hoarse voice, “I am not finished with your dick yet.”

Sitting up Seokjin pulled you into his lap, the first time you’d gladly be manhandled all day as you quickly grabbed his throbbing dick, pumping his base a few times before properly sinking down on it, a quiet moan escaping you both as he let out a strained chuckle, “You’re such a fucking-”

You yelped at the loud smack of his hand stinging against your ass, “Cockslut.” Your walls clenched at the degradation, hips suddenly rolling as you bounced against his thick cock, whining as you buried into his neck, “Oh you like that? Being my little cockslut?” You moaned at the feeling of his hand spanking against your ass once more, the sting burning in your skin making your walls clench harder, “Riding my dick because you’re a needy little slut? Does that cunt need my dick?”

“Mmm please...!” You whined, having been teased too much to challenge him anymore, skin slapping against skin with every bounce of your hips, you were so fucked out on his cock you could hardly focus on anything but the way it’s thick throbbing shaft split your pussy open and the way it rubbed just the right way into your g-spot, “Yes, my pussy loves riding it.”

The wet squelch of your body clenching around him forced a moan from Seokjin’s lips, “That’s right, my dirty little bitch.” You whined at the smack of his hand on your ass once more. Seokjin’s hand dived down to your clit once more, rubbing it as you cried out tears immediately stinging your eyes once more at how sensitive it was, hips bucking and bouncing against him as his tongue dragged against your neck, “Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a big mess like the little bitch you are?”

“Y-yes.” Your voice desperate and cracked as Seokjin rubbed down on just the right spot against your swollen, sore bud causing you to clench once more, Seokjin let out a long deep moan as you felt the warm thick string of his release cream inside of you leaving your pussy a swollen, sticky messy as you slowed your hips down.

“You know…” You had to pause for a second as you let yourself heave and gulp for air, coming down from your high of sex before continuing, “If you ever feel like you’re being replaced, you should just talk to me about it- seriously.” You leaned a little away from him to look him in the eyes.

While angry sex was a personal favorite between you both, it was by no means an actual remedy to your problems, and Seokjin knew this, his eyes a little bashful as he sighed, arms wrapping loosely around your waist, “No...I...I was just childish...I never liked sharing you when we were younger either, this isn’t any different I just…”

He set his chin down on your shoulder to get away without having to look at you, feelings were always something that felt a little awkward to discuss, but you cared about one another so much you both would always force it out from the other, “You mean so much to me Y/n, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, whether it’s from dying, or you just getting tired of me and leaving-I just- I need you. You’re the only reason I have left to keep going.”

“Seokjin…” You sighed, pulling yourself off his now softened cock before properly seating yourself in his lap, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist before wrapping your arms around him in a much accepted hug, “I’m not going anywhere. And if you feel like I’m going too, you need to talk to me about it. I know you’re a total dumbass and it’s difficult to believe but you’re all I have left too. I’m not going anywhere, we’re partners, always have and always will be,” You pulled away from him before giving him a cocky wink, “Til death do us part motherfucker. Now let’s go watch a movie or something, your cum makes me feel like a sperm bank.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Seokjin furrowed his brows as you stood up, hobbling over to his dresser as you grabbed a hoodie.

“The same thing as beatface.” You wiggled the hoodie over your head before rolling your eyes. Your life was anything but easy, and there was still so much to come, but you’d be okay, you and Seokjin would always have one another’s back, and even the sky could fall but you’d be fine. As long as you had him, “You know what? Nevermind, you’re worthless Kim, just pick a fucking movie.”

#bts #bts x reader #bts x y/n #seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader smut #seokjin x y/n #jin x reader #jin smut #seokin smut #assassin au #assassin!seokjin #assassin!reader #bts au #bts assassin au

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rootbeergoddess · 4 years ago

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Don’t Mess with Oli

@omg-whydidimakethisaccount asked for another fan fic and this time, it featured her really cute OC Oli defending Mammon from some shitty witches.

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Mammon stared at the necklace inside the case before it closed it and sighed. He felt a bit pathetic. All he had to do was give Oliva the necklace and explain his feelings. That wasn’t too hard. If it was such a simple task, Mammon didn’t understand why he felt like it was moving a mountain. He sighed again, looking at the closed box. He was the Great Mammon; how come he couldn’t do this?

Mammon wanted to ask his brothers for help, but he didn’t want to endure their ridicule. The only person who would offer up useful advice was most likely Asmo, but that wasn’t saying much. Asmo had been in so many relationships, he probably had lost track of them all. The others were more interested in their own lives, so asking them would be no use. He had considered asking Simeon, but he didn’t even know if angels dated. He didn’t even consider Diavolo or Barbatos.

He felt like he was on his own for now. He didn’t know how he was going to tell Oliva that he liked her.

Oliva was pretty cool for a human. In fact, she was the coolest human Mammon had ever met. When she had come to the Devildom, Mammon never thought she’d end up being so cool. He thought she’d be this mousy, scared little girl who was afraid of her shadow. Instead, Oli was the most confident person he had ever met. Yes, she had even more confidence than Asmo. She wore her huge, black witch hat with pride and ignored any comments about it.

Oli also had a good head on her shoulders. While she joined in on the shenanigans brothers got themselves into, she was able to figure out solutions and get them out of trouble. Lucifer liked that there was another level head beside him, but Oli wasn’t all serious like he was. Her wit was sharp, she had a great sense of humor, and she had a smart mouth. The best thing about her was that she enjoyed spending time with Mammon.

Being considered the scummy secondborn got real boring fast. Yeah, Mammon didn’t have the best reputation, but it was nice to be with someone who wasn’t going to tear him down constantly. Oli teased him, but it was all in good fun. He never felt like she was being cruel or actually hated him. In fact, she was one of the few people Mammon trusted. He told her secrets, and Oli never spilled any of them. Mammon couldn’t remember the last time he had someone he could trust so well.

“I can do this, “Mammon told himself. “I know I can. I just need to find Oli, and everything will be fine.”

Mammon pocketed the necklace and started to head back to the House of Lamentation. He whistled to himself, trying to think of the perfect words to say to Oli when he saw her. Maybe he should have asked Asmo for some advice.

“Did you see her? Belladonna Blackwood is here at RAD!” A nearby demon said.

The name sent shivers up Mammon’s spine and caused him to stop walking. Belladonna Blackwood was a woman he didn’t want to see today. She and her witchy companions were not his favorite people. The last thing he wanted to do was run into her today. What were they doing at RAD anyway? How did they get on campus?

“I saw Eglantine and Clotilda with her too,” One of the other demons whispered. “They looked angry.”

“I saw them talking to Oli. They seemed annoyed with her.”

Mammon felt his blood go cold. God no. Please, anything but this. He stopped and turned to the group of demons who had been talking.

“Where? Where did you see them?” He demanded.

“I---um----” The demon stammered.

“Spit it out! Where did you see them go?” Mammon said, getting in the lesser demon’s face.

“I saw them head to the pool,” The demon finally managed to speak.

Mammon tossed the stranger aside and started running towards the pool. He had no idea why the three witches were here, and he didn’t know why Oli was spending time with them. But he did know that those three women were dangerous, and if anything happened to Oli, he didn’t know what he’d do. Oli had learned many things from being a witch. Learning magic had helped her become less reckless, and in a way, she felt like it had helped her mature. She also realized that many witches didn’t outgrow that highschool clique nature. Hell, Belladona could have been Regina George. Eglantine and Clotilda did everything she said, just like George’s cronies in the movie.

Oli still couldn’t believe Belladonna had agreed to meet her. She had jumped through so many hoops to get her phone number. Then, Oli had to go through her secretary. What kind of witch was so busy she needed a secretary? Either way, Oli was happy she had finally gotten the famous Belladonna in front of her. She was hoping that this meeting would go well.

“What do you want, Oliva?” Belladonna asked arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

“It’s Oli,” Oliva smiled. “First, can I conjure anything up for you ladies? A snack? Maybe a drink.”

“Cut to chase deary, we don’t have all day,” Belladonna sighed. “We’re very important witches, you know.”

Who the hell calls people deary in this day and age? No, Oli focus on what is important.

“Right, right, right,” Oliva’s smile cracked slightly. “Down to business. First, a gift.”

Oli reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick envelope. She handed it to Belladonna, who eyed it suspiciously. Eglantine and Clotilda joined her as she opened it up. Inside was a large amount of Grimm. The three witches stared at the money before Belladonna looked back at Oli. Oli tried to keep her smile, wanting to appear friendly.

“What is this?” Belladonna asked.

“Grimm. Fifty thousand grimm, all counted for,” Oli replied. “I know Mammon owed you, so I decided to pay off his debt.”

“Seriously?” It was Eglantine’s turn to be suspicious of Oli. “How did you manage to earn all this?”

“A professional never reveals her secrets,” Oli shrugged. “So I want you to take this money and stop hounding Mammon to pay you back.”

Belladonna put the money into her purse.

“Accepted,” Belladonna said. “Is there something else?”

“Yes, there is, actually,” Oli said. “I would like you ladies to stop harassing Mammon, completely. With his debit paid, there is no reason for the three of you to pester him.”

There was a pause before Belladonna started laughing. Eglantine and Clotilda followed suit, their laughs haughty. Oli twitched, her hands forming fists.

“Why should we?” Clotilda asked. “Mammon was our plaything first. You wait your turn.”

“Excuse me?” Oli asked, twitching again.

“If you want a toy, find someone else,” Eglantine said. “You can torture Levi if you’d like.”

“Are you kidding me?” Oli shouted. “Who the hell do you think bimbos think you are?”

Oli’s brown eyes turned dark pink. The three witches stopped laughing as Oli started to float. Belladonna looked amused while her cliche looked a bit worried. Oli’s long, pink braids became darker as electrically sparked from her fingers. Unimpressed, Belladonna rolled her eyes and raised her hands. She muttered a spell under her breath, and fire sprouted from her fingertips. Oli brought her hands up, catching the fireball. Belladonna’s smile disappeared.

“How did you----”

Oli pushed the fireball towards the three women. They screamed and jumped out of the way. Using her electricity, Oli created three large snakes that wrapped around Belladonna and her crew. Their sizzling skin burned the witches, making them scream out in pain.

“I came here, being polite and offering you a gift,” Oli glared at the three of them. “Then, I made a request. A simple one. I made the request very politely too. And you laugh in my face?”

Eglantine whimpered as the snake squeezed her tighter, the electricity burning her skin.

“Not only do you laugh in my face,” Oli continued. “But you proceed, you talk about Mammon like he’s an object, a toy! Who in the hell does that?”

The three snakes barred their fangs as they hissed. Clotilda cried out, trying to get free. Oli eyed her and had the snake released her. Clotilda collapsed to the ground and scrambled to get up. The snake that had held her morphed into a large scorpion and plopped down in front of her. She screamed as it snapped its claws at her.

“And you know what? I felt bad for you, Clotilda,” Oli continued. “You and Eglantine just do whatever Belladonna says, I used to think you two were just brainwashed, but I see you’re just as bad as her. You suggested I use Levi. Are you kidding me?”

“Please, I hate scorpions!” Clotilda got on her knees.

“That’s right. You hate scorpions,” Oli looked at Eglantine. “And Eglantine hates----”

Eglantine started to squirm, but it was no use. Oli snapped her fingers, and the snake let her go. Eglantine watched as wings sprouted out of the snake’s back and saw its tail became sharp. She screamed when she realized the snake was turning into a massive, angry wasp. Once it was done changing, it flew towards her.

“No, no, no, no! Not a wasp, anything but a wasp!” She babbled.

“Wasps for Eglantine and scorpions for Clotilda,” Oli glared at Belladonna. “Now, that leaves you.”

Oli cracked her knuckles before she started muttering an incantation. The snake began to change, becoming blocky and thick. Belladonna screamed as the snake became a coffin, locking her inside. Oli grinned as Belladonna started hitting on the inside of the box, her screams muffled. But Belladonna was the ringleader. Playing on her claustrophobia wasn’t enough. Oli shot electricity out of her fingers, and six large bolts of lightning appeared before her. They morphed into large, black rats that crawled to the coffin and squirmed their way into the coffin.

“Please, you’ve done enough,” Clotilda was holding onto Eglantine.

“We won’t come back, we promise,” Eglantine whimpered.

“You two can leave,” Oli didn’t look at them. “I’m not done with your queen bitch.”

The two witches didn’t have to be told twice. They ran away, leaving Belladonna to be tortured. They passed Mammon on their way but didn’t stop to say anything. Mammon stared at them, shocked; he had never seen the two of them look so scared before. Wait, where was Belladonna? Mammon turned the corner and saw Oli, floating in the air, magic gathering around her. He spotted the coffin and instantly realized where Belladonna was.

“Oli!” He ran towards her. “Oli, what are you doing?”

Mammon shook her gently, and Oli’s eyes went back to brown. The coffin she had created burst, and the rats dispersed. Belladonna sat on the ground, rocking back and forth. Mammon stared at the once-powerful, classy witch. This was a woman he had been terrified of, and she looked so pathetic now. Oli winced as she held her head.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mammon made Oli look at him.

“I think so,” Oli replied. “But I may have overdone it on the magic. Ow.”

“Jeez, are you stupid or what?” Mammon said. “What kind of idiot goes against three witches? Do you have any idea how worried I was? What if I hadn’t got here in time?”

“What? I can handle myself!” Oli said. “What makes you think---”

“That doesn’t matter. What if I didn’t get a chance to say---” Mammon faltered. “I---damnit, I’m bad at this. I heard what was going on, and I felt like my blood went cold. If those witches had done anything to you, I never would forgive myself. They can hurt me, but they better not lay a single finger on you. Anyone who hurts you has to answer to me.”

Oli stared at Mammon, her cheeks feeling warm.

“Mammon?”

Mammon couldn’t take this anymore. He grabbed Oli and kissed her. Oli froze, but she soon closed her eyes and kissed him back. Belladonna crawled away, not wanting to interrupt the two and afraid of what else Oli would do to her. Mammon pulled back and pressed his forehead against Oli’s.

“Don’t do that again,” Mammon begged. “Why would you do that?”

“I wanted them to leave you alone,” Oli said, caressing his cheek. “I paid off your debt too.”

“What? You didn’t need to do that,” Mammon reached into his pocket and took out the box. “Now I feel like I should have gotten a nicer necklace. This doesn’t feel classy enough.”

“Necklace?” Oli looked at the box. “Let me see!”

Mammon was going to protest, but Oli grabbed the box and opened it. She gasped when she saw it; a glittering silver necklace with a pink jewel sat before her in velvet. Oli tackled Mammon and kissed him again, shocking the demon. They ended on the ground.

“Hey, careful!”

“I love it!” Oli said. “I’ve never owned something so gorgeous.”

“You don’t think it’s cheap? It was only 20,000 grimm.”

“You spent that much on me?”

“I would have spent more,” Mammon blushed a bit. “I mean, you deserve it. Do you really like it?”

“No, I love it,” Oli kissed him again. “There is a difference. This is the prettiest thing I’ve ever owned. No one has ever gotten me such a gorgeous necklace. I want to wear it now. Help me put it on.”

Oli got up and pulled Mammon to his feet. Mammon clipped the necklace on, and Oli turned to face him, a proud smile on her face.

“How do I look?” She asked, posing.

“Perfect,” Mammon answered, pulling Oli close. “But seriously, please don’t mess with those witches again.”

“I don’t think they’ll come back,” Oli wrapped her arms around his neck. “I made it clear that they’re not welcome back here. Not now, not ever.”

“You’re the coolest woman in the world, do you know that?” Mammon smiled at her. “I can’t believe you did that for me.”

“Why not?” Oli asked. “Mammon, I don’t like it when people use others. I know you owned Belladonna money, but there was no reason for her to treat you the way she did. I protect my own.” “And I’ll protect you,” Mammon said. “I love you. I know I’m scum, and I’m bad at money, but I can’t change how I feel about you. I’ll do my best to be worthy of you.”

“You’re already worthy of me,” Oli smiled at him. “Come on, I’m a bit tired after using all that power, and I could use something to eat.”

“Whatever you want, I’ll get for you,” Mammon scooped Oli up into his arms.

“I can walk, you know,” Oli giggled. “Although I could get used to this. Now give me another kiss.”

Mammon obliged.

#Rootbeer Writes #Obey Me #Shall We Date: Obey Me #Obey Me: Shall We Date #Mammon #OC

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mst3kproject · 4 years ago

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She Freak

Oh, boy, this is going to be a fucking delight. If the 1932 movie Freaks were Invasion of the Saucer Men, She Freak would be Attack of the The Eye Creatures. Freaks is a very troubling movie, but it does go to great effort to present the denizens of the sideshow as human beings who can be loving, greedy, heartbroken, or naïve as much as anyone else, and who find family in each other when the rest of the world rejects them – and must be very careful who they let into that club. The horror of the story is derived as much from their predicament as from the fate of Cleopatra. She Freak is… not like that.

A woman named Jade Cochrane works at a little diner somewhere in the south, quietly (and sometimes not-so-quietly) enduring sexual harassment from both the customers and her married boss. Wanting more out of life, she quits her job and goes looking for work at a passing carnival, which she figures will at least allow her to travel. From there she sets her sights on marrying Steve St. John, the owner of the freak show and the richest man connected with this community. Unfortunately for everybody around her, even this very moderate form of power corrupts Jade to the core, and after too much of her mistreatment, the sideshow stars take a horrible revenge!

The opening sequence is a bunch of carnival footage in which everybody looks bored, worryingly reminiscent of both Carnival Magic and MUZ. Even worse, quite a bit of it is shot by somebody sitting on a moving ferris wheel or other midway ride. I’ve never been able to enjoy midway rides because I get motion sickness (I can’t see J. J. Abrams movies in theatres for the same reason), so this was not a fun experience for me, even on my tiny laptop screen. It goes on way too long, and most of it doesn’t even have any credits over it. Crow would have fled to go throw up in a corner.

The moment I knew She Freak belonged on MST3K, however, is this shot:

What the hell does that sign say? YHJCY A+ FTJB? What does it mean? Is it an acronym? A secret code? An in-joke? A message to or from aliens? That would have fascinated Mike and the ‘bots. They’d have built a whole host sketch around that sign.

She Freak is tooth-rattlingly bad in many different ways. I don’t know what any of the people in it think they’re doing but it sure isn’t acting. It’s relentlessly padded, full of pointless footage of putting the midway up, taking the midway down, putting the midway back up again, and carnival-goers wandering around looking dazed. At one point we have to watch a stripper do her act, to a chorus of background hooting and applause that sure isn’t coming from the bored-to-shit audience we see. Most of the film feels like nothing is happening, and then what ought to have been the entire plot is crammed into the last fifteen minutes.

The one place where there is a glimmer of competence is in a couple of quite nice directing choices. There’s a scene where Jade leaves her new husband with his buddies and sneaks off to bang the guy who runs the ferris wheel, Blackie (don’t worry, he’s white. She Freak has a little person called ‘Shorty’, but to my relief it wasn’t tasteless enough to cast a character named ‘Blackie’ as an African American) that makes a very good use of shadows to tell us what’s going on in two places at once. Pity the film stock is so crappy it almost ruins it. I also liked how Jade’s scenes with Blackie have proper dialogue, while Steve woos her in a series of montages. Jade wants to spend time with Blackie, while her marriage to Steve is something she goes through the motions of and gets out of the way.

She Freak really has no right to tout itself as a remake of Freaks, for the simple reason that it isn’t even about the sideshow. The older movie had characters like Hans the dwarf and Daisy and Violet the conjoined twins, who were people with relationships and roles in the plot. In She Freak we never even see the sideshow that so upsets Jade in an early scene. There’s Shorty, the little guy in a cowboy hat who works for the carnival, but when we see him he’s acting like he’s Steve’s friend and assistant rather than one of the exhibits. An armless woman and a few people in funny makeup appear at the climax, but we’ve never seen them before and we have no idea who they are. Where the hell is the ‘Alligator Girl’ the banners promised?

It’s probably all for the best. If there had been any ‘unusual people’ with major roles in the movie it would doubtless have treated them in a disgusting and exploitative manner. But what’s on screen shouldn’t even pretend to be a remake of Freaks.

As the owner of the sideshow, Steve insists that he cares about his employees and considers them ‘human beings, just like you and me’. He tells Jade that many of them came from abusive homes, and that in his show they’re able to earn a living and be around others who won’t judge them. This is a reasonably noble sentiment, but what we are subsequently shown is somewhat at odds with it. Steve says his employees are also his friends, but he hangs out and plays cards with the other carnies, not with them. When Shorty tells him that Jade is cheating on him, Steve slaps him like he would a misbehaving child. This is not how people treat friends and equals.

You may have guessed where this is heading: in one of my favourite running complaints, yep, we have nobody to root for in this movie. We’re probably supposed to like Steve, but he’s bland and his actions don’t agree with his words insisting he’s a nice, compassionate guy. The character from whose point of view we see the events is of course Jade, but Jade is the villain of the movie and we’re watching it to see her hubris destroy her. That means the protagonists ought to be the sideshow people themselves, but since we never actually meet them, their revenge is meaningless. In this context they are not human beings, they are not characters, they are merely what Jade has been calling them all along: monsters.

(Shorty, by the way, is played by Felix Silla, who is the closest thing this movie has to a star. He was Cousin Itt on the Addams Family TV show.)

She Freak presents us with several reasons why we ought to dislike Jade. She’s introduced working at the greasy little diner, where she turns down a date first with a customer and then with her boss. The customer accepts this gracefully but the boss does not. The scene tries to show us Jade as an uppity bitch who thinks she’s too good for other people, but her boss is such a slimy toad that we have to take her side. She tells us how her mother married too young and lost any chance at her own dreams, and while Claire Brennan is a terrible actress, the story is one that inspires sympathy. When Jade seizes on the carnival as her chance for escape she becomes downright pathetic. I mean, how awful is your life if a travelling midway and sideshow seems like a step up in the world?

Of course, as the movie continues we find that Jade really is just a snotty bitch whose idea of ‘getting more out of life’ is having a rich husband to carry her bags when she goes shopping. She sees others only as what they can provide to her – Steve for money, Blackie for sex. This attitude blinds her to others’ true intentions. She is entirely oblivious to the fact that Blackie is an abusive bastard or that Steve honestly loves her. The lesson of the movie seems to be ‘beware of women who want more out of life.’ She should have known her place!

This is a pretty nasty attitude towards women but there are other female characters who are treated a bit better. Pat the stripper tried marriage and domesticity and didn’t like it. She seems to enjoy working at the carnival and is gregarious and kind-hearted. We’re invited to leer at her performance but she’s presented as much less trashy than Jade, who considers herself above such things. Pat continues to try to be a friend to Jade for as long as she can, and keeps giving her second chances long after it should be obvious that Jade isn’t interested in reciprocating her kindness. There’s also Olga the fortune-teller, who needed to support herself after her husband died. The three of them even manage to have conversations that pass the Bechdel test. In a movie called She-Freak that’s almost impressive.

The ending of She Freak is the only place where it really even seems inspired by Freaks. The sideshow employees take their revenge on Jade, and we see her on display in the sideshow, licking a snake and wearing some unconvincing Harvey Dent makeup. This is supposed to feel like justice, in that she has become what she most hated, but it’s been so watered down by the movie’s refusal to humanize the sideshow, or even to show us Jade interacting with them at all, that it has no power to horrify. It’s a big letdown after the opening scene that promised us a horrible freak that was once a human being. Why does her burned side have an elf ear?

Invasion of the Saucer Men was not a good movie, at all, but it still deserved better than Attack of the The Eye Creatures. It’s up for debate whether Freaks was technically ‘good’ but it was an ambitious film with much to say about how human beings treat one another and about the eugenics movement of the 1930s. In fact, the US National Film Registry considers Freaks one of the most significant films ever made, and it currently boasts a 94% on Rotten Tomatoes. The fact that writer David Friedman claimed She Freak was a remake of Freaks just proves that, like the audiences who booed that film in 1932, he never bothered to understand it.

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #she freak #tw: abelism #all carnival no magic #60s

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shaekingshitup · 5 years ago

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Grindin

A/N: EEEPP. This is my first attempt at a reader insert. Reader is always gonna be black. I missed a many of days. Here is the day 3 prompt because I liked this idea! Kind of based off my favorite coffee shop. Maybe I’ll do more for this lil story? 💁🏿 The chime for the door is literally from this song here.

Summary: Reader goes back home to open a coffee shop and meets a man that stirs some things in her.

“I love the concept,” you commented, “ I know we were only interested in black and blue originally. But can you do a mock up with gold lettering as well?”

“YAS! THAT! I like THAT! exclaimed Ray

“Already done,” Lulu noted and pulled out a secondary growler mock up from behind the print that you were assessing.

“You know me so well,” you smiled.

“Yeah, your ass is kinda predictable” she smiled back which earned her a tongue out.

This was your first meeting of the month and so far everything was going great. You loved that you could live out your dreams with the two people you trusted more than anyone in the world. Lulu had been by your side since you both realized you were the only two Spelman freshmen who were both from Cali in your class. By your second semester y’all were so inseparable that everyone thought you were sisters. And by year 2 you were already living together. Thank God y’all had separate interests which kept your friendship and now your business in a healthy and ever growing state. You were engrossed in the world of science. You had been a bio major who often volunteered at the local greenhouse. That helped you establish your small but busy coffee shop a year and a half ago. Lulu was a graphic artist whom also was in charge of all Grindin social media and the unofficial pastry taste tester. Ray had come along when the ladies were rooming together off campus. He was a community college to 4- year transplant at Clark Atlanta but the boy was born and raised in Macon, Georgia and he’d never let you forget it. It was evident that once he met the girls at a mixer in his first week, the friendship was a wrap. That spawned regular visits back to his parents’ homes on the weekends and even some holidays spent in the south. After graduation, the bond never broke. You and Lulu returned to Cali with Ray in tow so that he could use his business degree to help birth Grindin.

You glanced over to Sherell. The Brewista Lead for the morning shift. You knew that Sherell had been strugglin to keep up a healthy sleeping schedule with finals right around the corner and the nerves of her impending graduation from Lincoln. She was a sweet girl and you couldn’t stand to see her bare any more stress. You were so caught up in your thoughts about Sherell that you had missed the very clear topic change amongst your friends.

“Okay, but that nigga’s arms? They biggg. You know what that mean!” sad Ray pointedly at Lulu

“HA” she cackled, “ that don’t mean nothin’. My guy has really soft eyes and you know Y/N loves a guy who is easy on the eyes,” Lu quips

“Bitch, you see the caterpillar above those eyes? We don’t nee her birthin the next Helga Pataki in these streets”

“Ugh” you groaned as you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know how many times we have to have to do this but I do not under any circumstances want you two meddling in my love life,”

“But” they chorused.

“BUT NOTHING! Every human with an assumed penis and who looks like they got more than $150 in the bank becomes a contestant for your little game of ‘Win a Date with Y/N’! I run a coffee shop! Not a dating service. I’m done explaining shit to y’all. Stop harassing my customers and let my ass worry about who I am with! I mean that shit.”

“I told you we should have started addin females to the list,” whispers Ray as you walk over to the counter.

“Raymond Johnson the IV and Eyeluta Nicole Hathaway, if I hear one more word from either of y’all you both gone be banned from any pastries for the rest of the month” you spat feeling like the unofficial mother of your group yet again. You took a deep breath and continued toward the counter.

“Sherell, how’s it going?” you asked a you approached the register.

She sighed heavily.

“You know what? You need a break. Go in the back and relax your eyes a bit. I’ll man the front”

“Oh no. It’s really-“

You cut her off. “Get back there and relax a little. I think I know how to run a register,” you winked.

You were on the register and Antwon was pouring at the bar. You two were in a good rhythm. It was either bustling or there was one customer to tend to today. There didn’t seem to be any in between this morning.

GRINDIN rang out as the next patron entered.

“Welcome!” Antwon called out as you were assessing the stock supply up in the floor.

When you turned around you were met with... Well, you weren’t quite sure how to describe him. Fine was an understatement. Standing six feet tall was a milk chocolate wonder with a physique that his dark turtleneck and three piece suit couldn’t hide.

Keep it professional y/n

Before you could even get a breath out he growled “Y’all really got Clipse playin every time the damn door open?” He said this with his eyes glued to his screen as if looking up was such a difficult feat to conquer at 7:32 a.m.

“Yeah. It’s a signature touch,” you responded to the stranger. At your voice, he looked up and offered a smirk that probably made most women collapse at first sight. You still hadn’t made up your mind though.

“I’m feelin it.”

“Is this your first time here? I’m more than welcome to answer any questions you have about the menu or the store in general” you offered.

“Nah. I’ve been in a time or two before. Never seen you before,” he very openly eyed you up and down, “I normally let my assistant handle this shit though, you know Miss… “

“Y/N. Well, since you’ve been here before then you’re familiar with our unique take on the menu.” you supplied.

“Yeah, y’all rotate teas and coffees quarterly. You seem to keep a few staples- which I ‘preciate and y’all got some corny ass names for these drinks too.”

You bristled a bit at that last part. “There’s nothing wrong with a little creativity.”

“Never said there was, Y/N” At this point you couldn’t tell if you wanted to serve this man or show him the door. You chose the professional route.

“So, what does your assistant normally bring you Mr…?” you trailed off

“Just Erik is fine. My favorite is the single origin. Black. It’s always the best way to start my day.”

“Mine too.” you smiled. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all

“If you’re into the single origin and you love that bold, black, taste something similar with just a little more sweetness is Brew Thang.”

He chuckled. “See what I be saying about these names? How you expect a grown ass man to order a drink called ‘Brew Thang’?”

“It’s good. Once you have a taste, you won’t have a hard time getting it to roll of your tongue.” you sassed.

Oh fuck . I didn’t mean it like that. I gotta keep this professional. I don’t need a bad review from this guy.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh really? Then lemme get a taste,” he said licking his lips. Your eyes widened slightly but he caught it.

“Size?” you asked looking down at the tablet screen.

“Large” he said with a bld and dark stare, “How much I owe you?”

“This one will be on the house. I want to make sure you’re satisfied.”

OH MY GAWD GIRL? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. PLEASE LEAD WITH YOUR HEAD AND LESS OF THE PUSSY

“Antwon, let’s switch. I’ll take the bar. You take the register!” You yelled out and quckly you two transitioned so that he could help the growing line of customer and you could bang out the drinks. Erik followed as you moved to the bar where he watched you work your magic. Once you were done pouring his drink you gave it to him. You got started not the next orders not the board but made sure to keep an eye on him as he took the first sip.

“Fuck ma. This shit good” It was your turn to smirk.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. So now you’re hooked on the Brew Thang?”

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely satisfied.” You failed to hide your giggle as you called out that Ricky’s order was ready. Erik stuck around for a little after that inquiring about other menu items that you told him not be too quick to judge based on their names. The initial tension had dissolved and you two were in a comfortable rhythm of commenting on both the menu and the changes you’d seen in Oakland during the last few years. Thankfully there wasn’t a rush at the moment and it was fine for your to be off to the side of the bar answering any questions he could put forth. He was attentive to your passion regarding the menu and all that went into the shop as a whole.

“Hol up. You ain’t a barista. This is yo shit?”

“I prefer Brewista and yes. I do co-own this shop with my best friend Ray and we have a great Graphic Artist, Lulu, on deck too” The more he learned about you. The more he wanted to know.

“Okay Miss Entrepreneur. I see you. Damn, does that mean that you tha one that come up with these corny ass names then?”

You scowled playfully. “You keep talkin on my name and you gone catch these hands. I’m a professional. But I grew up on these streets. I can throw blows Erik,”

“My bad baby girl. I respect your grind.”

“Okay. So who really is the corny one here?”

“Whatever,” he smiled. A genuine smile with teeth and this made you want to melt right there. “Anyways, speaking of Brew Thangs, you got a ni-“

His phone rang and he glanced down cursing. He put up his index finger and gestured that he just need one moment. You nodded your consent.

“What up T?”

In that time that he took his call, you looked up and saw that you had a line out the door. Sherrell came back out to the floor and your two were in a great rhythm getting through the 16 drink orders that had come up. When you looked up again, Erik was no where to be found. Now that the shop was stable you let Sherell do her thang and went into the back to re-convene with Lu & Ray.

“Y/N we need to get you an award for best employer. You really be out here goin the extra mile for your staff,” Lu said. You lifted the corner of your mouth in a weak attempt at a smile.

“Uh uh. Hoe what’s wrong?” Ray said noting your dejected spirt.

“Now? Now you listen to me?!” you yelled. “ALLL the time, I tell yo asses not to intervene in my love life and the one time it may have actually been beneficial y’all were no where to be seen!”

“I know she didn’t” Ray said.

“Yeah. She did” Lu, retorted. “I’m gonna ignore your funky attitude because I can see you’re going through something sis. What’s the deal?”

“I was talking to this guy. This man. And y’all he was so charming and sexy as hell and he wasn’t afraid to talk about shit that matters and I just turned away to make some drinks and he disappeared! I really thought he was gonna make a move. Or at the very least that you two would move in on him and make me sit through another awkward date. But nooooooo, you two finally decided to respect my wishes for once and now Imma die alone!” you monologued.

“You done?” Lu asked.

“Yes” you pouted.

“Aww come here baby,” Ray said with his arms outstretched, “I’m sure he’ll be back.” He hugged your frame tightly and rubbed some circles into your back. “Especially if you turned around when you were in front of him, cuz BABY GOT BACK!!” He yelled.

You and Lu laughed as he started smackin your ass and shakin his own. Soon enough you were all in the back twerkin like it was the first night y’all meet all over again. Hopefully he’d be back.

I’m sorry I forgot who to tag! Soooo if you got tagged and didn’t wanna be I’m sorry. The inverse is the same 😁

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admutual · 5 years ago

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What do you think Roger’s childhood was like up in space?

oh god , i sdknsdkj have Some hcs for his childhood ,, but my hcs are kinda messy, so i’ll try to word this the best i can.

i’ll start with his relationship with his parents since i got a Lot to say here.

for starters,, his childhood was mostly ,, hh Not Great.

his mother was controlling, emotionally abusive, neglectful, and highly manipulative. she also kept roger a shut-in most of his childhood, so roger never really gained proper social skills and had to rely on her as his only source of interpersonal contact. she had this habit of bullying him and putting him down and just destroying his self-esteem, before softening up and drawing him back in with a faux sense of compassion and gentleness (she def tried to convince him that she was the only one who could possibly love him). she was sorta a ‘zira meets mother gothel meets rainflower from warrior cats, with a little frollo mixed in’ type. she was a mess.

his dad on the other hand was emotionally distant and absent and just utterly disinterested in roger, and the few times he was around he was loud, aggressive, and prone to fits of anger. he was also highly religious and it Showed. i don’t have the actual complete details for the religion he followed, all i really have is most of my inspiration for it stems from a lot of xenofiction i read (lapine mythology from watership down, starclan from warrior cats, the spirituality from tailchaser’s song ,, i’m like physically unable to make non-human creatures without drawing inspiration from xenofiction) and that roger definitely experiences some religious trauma from him.

his parents fought a Lot. and it did a number on roger,, kinda why i like to believe he’s so desperate for drama, it’s all he’s known and the peace of quiet living is unnerving to him.

roger was desperate to be on his parents’ good sides. his mother was unpredictable in this regard in that she bounced back and forth between being gentle and kind before switching to verbal abuse and aggression. his dad though never expressed any positive feelings for roger. rog tried really hard to earn his dad’s affection, but after he got older and started to realize that that just wasn’t gonna happen, his tone toward him shifted to disdain. it definitely helped that his mother was loud in her distaste for his father too and through her aforementioned behavior managed to keep roger on her side through it all. if his mom hated someone, roger did too.

that whole thing about roger eating his dad,, ye . gonna make that Edgier let’s go. i like to imagine it was long after roger had accepted that his dad sucked, he was alone with him, he got pushed a little too far, and he just snapped, killing him. as for the cannibalism thing, that religion i mentioned earlier? i still don’t have much details, but one thing i Do know is that one important belief in this religion is how their bodies are handled after death and it’s very important that funeral services are handled accordingly,, shit like don’t touch the body with bare skin after the passing, their grave must be lined with bark and leaves from a specific type of tree, no visiting the burial site for a set period of time after burial, etc. so roger, being the dramatic extreme petty bitch he is, decided to give one last ‘fuck you’ to his dad by eating him instead to fuck up the burial process. we love taking a generic primetime sitcom and making it edgier than it needs to be.

i kinda like to imagine roger’s relationships with his parents heavily influenced his relationship with stan and francine too:

for stan’s side, roger felt that stan reminded him a lot of his own father. like i said, roger felt a heavy resentment towards his father, and after coming to earth and finding he was going to be living with someone who all too closely resembled him, he put his foot down and refused to allow himself to keel over to what felt like mistreatment from him.

when roger first started to get to know stan, all he saw in him initially was the same anger and neglect he got from his own father, and in turn went out of his way to lash out and harass him as sort of a cathartic defense. but then time went on, the two started to see each other on their own level, and roger realized how stan below the surface was far from how his dad was, and he warmed up enough to view him as a close friend. i kinda like to think roger softened up to stan after finding out about jack too, as you know he could relate to him having a shitty neglectful dad himself.

as for francine, roger was drawn to her for the opposite reason in that she was nothing like his mom. roger was a total mama’s boy back home, like i said she kept him shut-in during his childhood to where she was the only one he could rely on. even after coming to earth, roger was still under the impression that she truly loved him and he had a habit of getting overly defensive of her (klaus makes a ‘your mom’ joke and roger’s in tears screaming at him to take it back). he started to question some of her treatment towards him the longer he stayed, especially with the more families he got close to where he got to observe other people’s parental relationships, but never enough to have an epiphany that she sucked. it wasn’t until after the events of ‘weiner of our discontent’ that he finally started to actively reflect on his past life on his home planet, now that he knew he was stuck on earth to stay, and he finally accepted that his mom wasn’t good to him.

as for how this influenced his relationship with francine, like i said francine was way different from roger’s mom. initially roger was super uncomfortable every time she treated him kindly and gently. he sorta held back from getting too close for a good month or two because he didn’t know which of her behavior was genuine and what was just a facade. but time went on, he decided to trust her by letting down his guard and allowing her to get close, and now the two are as tight-knit as can be. and roger’s still a total mama’s boy with her sometimes. also the aforementioned religious trauma roger experienced,, i like to believe that also drew him closer to francine after hearing her experiences growing up. roger’s just Shared Trauma Buddies with everyone.

anyways after years of constant abuse and neglect, he eventually finds a family that loves him unconditionally and he’s finally allowed to rest. i’m a slut for the ‘earn your happy ending’ trope and i’m pushing that onto roger.

(actually one last thing ,, this isn’t a set-in-stone hc, i’m not sure if i’m gonna keep it, but i like to bounce around the idea that maybe the reason his parents were so awful to him is because they believed he was responsible for a sibling’s death. like roger when he really little was out playing on the ice, things Went Wrong and it shattered, his older sib leaped in to rescue him, but things Went Even More Wrong, and his sibling managed to save him but not themself. and his parent’s (or at least his mom since i like to imagine his dad just from the start was pretty distant) immediately placed the blame on roger and never forgave. like i said idk if i’m gonna keep it as a hc, but whatevs thought i’d mention it anyway since the topic of roger’s childhood’s brought up)

and now that that’s done, the other stuff.

i like to believe because of roger’s kind’s practice of abduction, they have a decent enough study on various other planet’s species. and roger, from a young age, immediately built up a fascination with humans. he spent hours reading and rereading every study and book he could find on them. when he was given the choice to be The Decider, it was a complete dream come true for him, not only because he found what he felt was his life’s purpose, but also because he could finally study up close a species he’s admired all his life. (also once roger landed on earth his interest in humans quickly shifted from an ‘idk i just think they’re cute and fun and interesting creatures!!’ to an ‘oh fuck . o h god … humans are Hot what the hell ….’ like i make jokes about how ‘oh haha steve’s an alien fucker lol’ but tbh ……. roger’s the alien fucker in the relationship.)

bouncing off that, they definitely don’t have english as their main language. that’s always been a trope that’s annoyed me, the whole ‘every alien just inexplicably speaks english by default and can communicate with humans fluently’ trope. because of that, i like to believe roger self-taught himself multiple languages through earthling test subjects, listening to audio recordings and such. he wasn’t completely fluent, but it was enough that he could at least communicate enough once he landed on earth. and as for the mothership featured in ‘lost in space’,, hc that it’s installed with a universal translator. still kinda a lazy cop-out i guess, but whatever.

roger’s always been ,, idk,, softer than his species. not in an ‘uwu he’s actually a total sweetheart’ kinda way, but just in that unlike most of his kind, he can experience compassion (it’s rare and his conscience is still really weak, and empathy is still completely foreign to him, but he does experience compassion for those he allows to get close to him like the smiths), he’s always been too sensitive compared to most of his kind, he’s too emotionally-driven, he latches onto others and cares to much what others think of him, just a bunch of things that to most of his peers made him come across as ‘weaker’.

roger picked his own name!! i don’t really care for the trope of aliens having generic western names, so my hc is that when roger’s kind are born they’re given a placeholder name (or a title or something) and then they’re allowed to pick whatever name they want as they get older, which often times is influenced by other species. like i said earlier, roger’s always had a fascination with humans, and i like to think he decided to name himself after an abduction victim he read up on.

once roger was able to distance himself from his mom and was allowed on his own, he was a constant traveller, both in the sense of journeying across his home planet, and in finding any way possible to travel to other planets. sitting still for too long bored him and he needed to explore every possible place he could.

liste n ,,,,, roger loved building snowmen growing up. the few times he got the chance to get out was always spent building them and creating personalities for them. and he still finds himself building them on earth sometimes.

roger’s always loved reading. he can’t count how many times he flew through all the books they had around the house. and even now he just . really loves to read and can power through massive books in a matter of hours.

he loves watching the snow fall and blizzards always brought him a lot of comfort.

that whole thing about roger’s kind being 60% electricity? roger had a lot of trouble controlling excess electricity as a kid. his parents weren’t good teachers, so he just had a habit of accidentally jolting others on accident, sometimes while reading he’d get too excited and accidentally singe the papers a little, he was always pretty shaky as a kid just from how much electricity he had coursing through his body that he had zero clue how to process safely.

roger’s tendency towards playing characters came at a young age. he was always running around the house playing pretend as multiple characters and that habit just never went away.

i like to imagine roger enjoyed building little dens in the snow to chill in. for his kind, children tend to build snow dens to function in the same way human kids build treehouses,, just to vibe with their friends. and on earth sometimes during the winter roger will decide to build a den in the backyard and spend some of his nights down there.

roger’s kind love swimming. probably one of their more popular sports, hell some of them even choose to fish for their own food in the same way seals do. roger though? terrified of the water. nowadays he’s okay with it (still prefers to avoid it for the most part though), but as a kid it was one of his worst fears.

i feel like there’s something i’m missing? idk, this is long enough though so i’ll stop jsdgndks.

#anon #asks #american dad

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froggybaek · 6 years ago

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beauty and the beast - hwang hyunjin

♛➩ genre: fluff, angst

♛➩ pairing: fem!reader x hyunjin

♛➩ warnings: cursing and mentions of death

♛➩ summary: there were tales of a prince so beautiful, so handsome that even the gods would bend to his will; he was said to live alone in a castle by the lake, rumored to have killed his parents to earn aphrodite’s blessing. you are but a poor villager who strayed too far from the path home, lost in a haunted forest - until a certain, mysterious boy rescues you.

♛➩ word count: 9.4k

“Father, please stop trying to fix what is already broken.”

“Y/N my dear, just about anything can be fixed if the right tools are used!” The plump, graying man chortled in a burst of usual optimism. His hands, covered in calluses from years upon years of laboring away in the tiny workshop off the back of the house, were holding a hammer and nail respectively. Back hunched over the edge of the creaking desk that was littered with tools and dust, the man aimed the head of the hammer and slammed down on the shiny silver nail, forcing it to dig into the bracket of the door he was trying to fix up - for the third time that same cold season.

Usually you would try to help your hardworking father, but ever since you had finally hit the ripe age of eighteen, he would insist that you save your “delicate” hands for less laboring jobs; like knitting, or perhaps sewing hats. Most of the other girls and women did the same, though there were a handful who worked more tiring jobs.

You would have given anything to be like them - to wake up early in the morning to get dressed for a long day of working at the local mill, maybe even the more populated woodworking shop in the heart of the village. Whenever you passed such a woman on the streets, you would occasionally admire how toned their muscles were, how simply powerful they looked wearing a traditional yellow or baby blue dress whilst they made their way to work.

You were not as lucky as them, though; you weren’t too toned nor built due to staying indoors a majority of the time, either reading or baking to your heart’s content. Before you had turned eighteen, you would pop into the quaint workshop resting off the other side of the kitchen area, munching on a freshly baked muffin or cookie; then, you would get to work on melting materials or handing off tools to your father while he continued to work.

The day you’d turned eighteen, your father had made sure not to put you in any possible situation that involved, well, anything remotely difficult or potentially damaging. When a girl came of age in your country, it was tradition that they halt any and all activities (namely ones that would dirty their skin or crack their nails) until they married. You were, of course, now put into that circle until you got married, but truth be told you didn’t plan on doing so any time soon.

That isn’t to say your father was a terrible man who believed in the system, but he was more than aware of your family’s low status in the village. After all, you still wore your late mother’s hand me downs from when she was your age, and it had been years since you had the proper luxury of being able to shop for your own clothes. You were tempted to sew or knit your own, but at the end of the day, you knew that it was better to sell the crafted dresses and skirts for a bit more money.

If you were to marry, he wanted you to be as pristine and beautiful as you always were in his eyes; this meant no hard labor and more time for you to have just about nothing at all to do some days. On such days you would either watch your father, or you would venture out into the village with a friend. Said friend would constantly point out richer looking men that the two of you came across, hinting that perhaps they might fall for you and, in turn, provide a better life for you and your father.

You found that mighty ridiculous, to say the least. “Right, just like your tools helped you fix the same exact door not even two weeks ago.” The words seemed to slip out of your mouth more naturally than your father would have liked, since he heard from around the bar that most wealthy men preferred women who were soft spoken or didn’t speak their mind at all.

Not that he agreed with any of that particular nonsense, why - he preferred you just the way you were; although it did mean he was the victim of your somewhat blunt undertone more often than not.

“Aye, my sweet little dove,” he hummed in a jolly tune, still pounding away at the hinges of the rickety door, “this damned door was fixed not once, but twice before! Door be damned, I’ll be able to fix it by the time the moon rises over the castle on the hill.”

“Yes, door be damned,” you said in amusement, chuckling to yourself as you turned and began to head towards the front door, tattered bag slung over your shoulder, filled to the brim with hand-made clothes made to be sold at the marketplace, “I’ll be home in time to make supper, father. Have a nice day!”

“You need to stop with the cursing, Y/N!”

But you couldn’t hear him, having already shut the door behind your figure in favor of leaving the shack that you called home. Your home rested on the edge of the village, not too far out to be considered an outlier, but it was enough to convince the other villagers that you were only at the rear end of society; more so than you could have ever imagined before.

By the time you had reached the marketplace, you had heard just about every insult known to man thrown your way.

Bitch.

Lowlife whore.

Forgotten trash.

Considering you had heard all of these names before, you could only hope that the minuscule brains of your harassers were able to conjure up better insults next time you came into town.

There was only one empty stall left for the taking, thankfully enough, though by the time you’d walked over you realized why no one had used it. Or rather, who had made sure no one else claimed it.

“Good morning, Jisung.” You smiled in greeting to the slightly taller boy, who grinned in a maddening joy upon seeing you set your bag of clothes onto the stall he had so diligently protected the past hour while he had waited for your arrival. “Thank you, for saving this stall.”

“Ah, it’s no problem at all, Y/N!” The blonde beamed in delight, “Today is Friday, and Friday is our day.”

You started to lay out a dress over the edge of the wooden stall, just under the hood of the balcony draped over with a purple linen cloth so the harsh sunlight wouldn’t make the dress too hot in case someone bought it and decided to slip it on in the inn just a few feet away. “I know, I know! We might as well just open up a booth together and split the profits at this rate.”

“One day, my dear friend; one day we’ll earn enough coin to build our own shop from the ground up, then we can run it together and become filthy rich!” He insisted loudly, a soft laugh threatening to escape your lips when a couple of girls flinched at his booming voice.

“Well, I’m afraid that I might be missing a few days of selling,” you hummed casually, catching how the blonde’s eyebrows quirked in curiosity at your words, “I am going to close my booth early today so I can go out and... look for a proper job.”

Your companion chokes on his breath, which had visibly hitched in his throat upon hearing your mini-declaration. “Y/N, n-no offense, but you aren’t exactly the blacksmith kind of material. And I don’t think any of the other shop owners are hiring - women... sorry.” He reminded you gently, his pink lips curling into a hint of a sympathetic frown. Both of you knew that women were still looked down on in the local villages and towns, though there had been talk of a movement in the more northern sanctums of the country.

Unless you were as fit and strong as can be, it was rather difficult to find a steady job in your village as a woman. Blacksmiths were always looking for hardworking men and women to help them forge weapons for the war effort to the eastern coast, but any other establishment was focused on saving money in case said war reached far enough into the countryside to force anyone to flee; because of this, a handful of workers had been fired and many more had been rejected of work so that the owners wouldn’t have to use their money on their efforts.

“I’ll find someone to hire me, Ji!” You insisted, “who knows, maybe there’s a couple who might need a midwife, or there could even be a tailor who needs an extra hand.” Your optimism is bright and burning, which you hoped would help you get through the day ahead of you, especially considering you figured you would face a handful of rejections before you found what you sought out.

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You certainly hadn’t been anticipating so many rejections, at least, not at the amount that had hit you in the face full force. Bakeries refused to even give you a chance, using excuses that were along the lines of them not needing any new workers; even if it was one that you knew was going into debt due to the lack of bakers. Any blacksmith was out of the question as well, you simply lacked the manpower to properly work a smithy or carry loads of iron bars. Why - you even tried the newspaper stand at the other end of town, but the boy working there at the time, Felix, could only offer you a sympathetic frown as he informed you that his boss couldn’t afford to pay another worker.

Luck had clearly not been on your side that day, or the next day - or the following five days after that. An entire, unsatisfactory week had passed, leaving you with a semi-permanent frown gracing your chapped lips as you once again made the long track home from your stall at the town marketplace.

The moon, cut into a soft crescent, glowed dimly down onto the path of pebbles and dirt you walked upon, occasionally kicking a gray stone aside to quench your everlasting boredom. Yet another uneventful day had passed, the only payment in the depths of your bag being a matching pair of copper coins, which had been given to you by a soldier as he bought a pale yellow dress for his wife back home.

He had said that his name was Minho, that he was a soldier for the country’s army. The raven haired man had also mentioned that his pregnant wife was practically all alone back home on the countryside, her only real company being her younger brother, a boy named Jeongin, who was already busy tending to the farm most days to ever take her out. When he had told you that she was more than likely going to give birth while he was fighting in the war, you had felt a surge of empathy rush through your veins. You offered him a lower price than you would have given to any regular customer, telling him to give it to her as a gift when he got home to his wife and baby.

Curse you for being so empathetic! A measly two copper coins would barely be enough to purchase a loaf of warm bread; you figured that you would have to make due with a bit of flour instead so you could bake the bread yourself, and then you would likely use the rest of your money to buy fresh carrots to prepare a broth...

In the midst of your brooding, you failed to notice that you had slightly strayed off the path to your home on the edge of town; in fact, the crescent shaped moon had thoroughly been blocked out by the canopy of haunting trees that stood proud and tall, how you didn't realize that you had stumbled into the blanketed forest leading towards a hillside, you would never know.

Only when a twig snapped nearby were you brought out of your hefty daze, your gaze shooting upwards from the ground to take in the sudden new scenery around you. The air had become chillier, more menacing than before when you were out in the open and exposed to the elements. Now, lanky tree roots dotted the less populated path and dense shrubbery popped out of seemingly nowhere.

Before the utter panic of being lost, or at least in a new territory where it was totally unknown to you, could settle in, a puff of cold air brushed past the side of your head. “Are you... lost?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the voice, twisting and turning your body to feel less - vulnerable, so to speak, your chest heaving as you attempt to quickly regain your breath. The man - no, boy, now in front of you radiated a strange sort of aura, his hair as dark as the night sky and his skin as clear as any pool of water.

“W-who are you?” You manage to stutter on your words in pure nervousness, feeling all too small compared to the tall stranger a few feet away.

The boy appears to be at a loss for words, his lithe fingers twiddling with the cuffs of his oddly fancy, lavender button-up shirt. You give him a hasty once-over to size up his character while he hesitates to speak up, taking note of how his black dress pants and shiny brown shoes stood out from the familiar common rabble in the town. Putting yourself in his shoes would be an unfamiliar experience, due to your tattered, raggedy cloths, which seemed incredibly inferior to his almost noble attire.

“I’m Hyunjin, I live in - in the castle on the hill,” he finally replies to your question, his voice cracking as if he hadn’t spoken in centuries, “I don’t mean to intrude, but you seem a bit... lost. It’s dangerous for anyone to be out this late in the forest, you know.”

The only forest you knew of anywhere close to town was Cupid’s Forest, said to be seething with the rage of spirits who hadn’t been granted access to neither the underworld or the gates of Olympus. Since Cupid itself had originally been resurrected in the forest of spruce and pine trees, it had been dubbed of his name; but that legend was not what brought the area fame - or rather, mystery.

There was apparently a “lost prince” who resided in a lone castle on the single hill overlooking both Cupid’s Forest and Echo’s Lake, rumored to be a monster who had sacrificed everything he had to the goddess Aphrodite just to gain her blessing-

Oh.

“Y-you’re the pr-prince,” you breathe out in a stunning realization, eyes widening all at once. You watch carefully as Hyunjin’s muscles tense under his clothes, the boy clearly troubled at how you’d addressed him.

He tried to close some of the gaping distance between your bodies, both of you tense and mildly unnerved from the odd interaction so far. “Please, come to my castle - just for tonight,” Hyunjin pleads with you, stiffening even more than before at the chilling sound of a howl in the distance; it was not the howl of any beast he knew, rather it was the harrowing call of a spirit waking from its slumber at the presence of mortals in its forest, “if you wish to live, you must trust me, please.��

Damn it - damn it all. How could you have possibly roped yourself into such a situation?

“Lead the way.”

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Hyunjin had hastily led you to his home - his castle, for god’s sake, in record time. The second he slammed the front doors shut (which were a good eight to nine feet tall, something you didn't quite understand) both of you were subject to listening to the furious spirits pounding on the dark wood, their aged moaning and groaning akin to someone raking their nails down a chalkboard.

Even as the two of you hunch over to try and catch your breath, exhausted from the run through the periling forest, you can’t help but lift your head to scan your surroundings; after all, you were still technically in the home of a complete and utter stranger - no matter how handsome or kind he appeared to be, you had done well to remind yourself of the unsettling rumors that aged with his castle, his very existence.

Bright candles burned to give flickers of light inside the cobblestone structure, some of them engraved with odd details that nearly resembled a human face - though you assumed you were imagining that aspect of the décor, even if it did carry onto a particular bookshelf and an antique tea set.

In the center of his castle were two grand spiral staircases, blooming with vines and pink flowers that dwindled from the ceiling and entangled with the gold spindles that traced the outline of the white painted stairs. Craning your neck to get a better look at the dazzling staircase and the chandelier that hung above it, you spotted what looked to be a rounded, glass case of sorts at the very top of the stairs. You couldn’t quite make out whatever was inside the case, though you could see the tint of red and green that mingled together in the transparent glass.

“Miss,” the owner of the looming, mysterious castle uttered softly, catching your attention. You bring yourself out of your second daze of the night to glance over to Hyunjin, curiosity bubbling through your veins. Despite the nasty rumors you had heard on more than one occasion, the so-called prince had welcomed you into his lonesome home and saved you from the spirits outside in the haunted forest, why, even his voice was softer and kinder than you expected it to be. “I can take you to one of the guest rooms for now, if you like. I’m afraid there isn’t any food prepared, since I wasn't quite expecting a guest tonight - or... ever, actually.”

Your stomach rumbled hungrily at the mention of food, or lack thereof, but you didn’t feel the need to pry for a meal; not when Hyunjin had let you into his home. “That’s alright, I’m not too hungry anyway,” you lie easily, “but I am awfully tired.”

“R-right... well then, follow me.” He ushers out quietly, turning his backside to you so he can lead you through his enormous castle. You silently follow behind his figure, eyes flickering all about the cobblestone walls decorated with paintings and other knick-knacks that seemed somewhat out of place - even inside a castle belonging to a prince.

Instead of hanging paintings of his family, there are portraits of wildlife creatures that were either said to be myths, or they were known to be so dangerous that no one dared to go into their lands. From the likes of a dark coated Cerberus to the golden maned lion, it seemed as if Hyunjin had a taste for collecting paintings only of menacing beasts.

There were also out-of-place items that piqued your interest, such as the silver lined mirror that radiated a desire for you to take a peek at your reflection, although you ultimately decided not to in favor of keeping a steady pace behind the boy walking ahead. All across the walls were different symbols representing doves: including a painting, a wreath hung above an archway, and a statue depicting a trio of white doves circling a fountain of sorts.

How... strange.

So caught up in your observations of the grand castle, you hadn’t even noticed that the boy had began to lead you up one of the spiral staircases; at least, not until you tripped on one of the ledges, a squeak of surprise escaping your lips as your body begins to fall forward.

But you never hit the stairs. A pair of arms catch you just in time, slowly wrapping around your back to help lift you back up on your own two feet. Breathing a bit heavily from your awkward stumble, you manage to lift your head, quickly (and unexpectedly) met the gentle brown gaze of Hyunjin.

Hands still wrapped around your waist, fingers trailing along the ragged cloths that hung over your body, the boy’s pink lips parted in question. “Are you alright?”

“I - I’m fine, thanks to you.” You breathe out with the most minor of blushes, flustered by the immensely close proximity between your bodies. He smiles awkwardly at your thanking him, his own melanin cheeks showing a hint of red. When another few seconds pass in complete silence, both of you realize the little distance in the space between your bodies, and Hyunjin hastily lets go of your waist while you cough to break the almost perplexing sound of nothing.

Not another word is spoken in the time that he continues to lead you to one of the guest rooms in the castle, the sickly sweet silence deafening compared to the unabashed quietness echoing in the halls. Eventually you reach the end of one of the various hallways, Hyunjin opening the lone door that creaked open with a loud screech.

“Sorry about t-the cobwebs and stains, like I mentioned earlier, I wasn’t really expecting any sort of company.” He apologizes again, scratching the back of his neck while you step forward and take in the atmosphere of the bedroom.

Thankfully there aren’t any paintings of beasts or anything of that nature, since you figured that the haunting images on the canvas would likely gift you with nightmares of being hunted by the wild animals. Nestled in the corner of the room was a bed bigger than you had ever seen - no, ever dreamt of. Pearl white sheets drifting over the sides of the plush mattress, those which were covered mostly by a large, pastel pink blanket. A trio of fluffy white pillows rested against the wooden headboard, just asking for you to plop onto the soft material and roll around in all its greatness - but you held yourself back.

The cobwebs, which mostly dangled around the edges of a tall bookcase, didn’t really bother you all that much; after all, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to spotting them in the corners of your home, no matter how often you would clean the crannies of the tiny hut. “It’s nothing I’m not used to, Hyunjin. Besides, the rest of the room outshines the occasional cobweb - it’s... beautiful.” You echo your thoughts aloud to the quiet boy, fully stepping into the bedroom.

“O-oh, that’s good,” Hyunjin murmurs in relief, sheepishly wringing his cold hands in front of him while he watched you, a beautiful stranger, ogle over the room he considered to be a mess of filth. It hadn’t been occupied in years, unfortunately, having once belonged to - a friend, yes... a friend. “Please, get some rest. You must be exhausted after walking through the forest.”

Gods, did he suspect that you were someone important, trekking through the haunted forest all alone? “Yes, thank... you. I am pretty tired, to be honest.” It wasn’t quite a lie, as your feet did ache from the walk that had originally gotten you lost, though you neglected to mention how you were just a peasant who had stupidly strayed from the simple pebble path. If he was truly a prince as everyone said, he might be so bold as to kick you out should he discover your identity... then again, the raven haired boy has only been kind to you.

Hyunjin nods, but upon realizing your back is turned and you can’t see his actions, he clears his throat and slowly starts to shut the bedroom door, the creaking catching your attention once more. “I will wake you in the morning, my lady. After breakfast I shall escort you back to the opening of the forest.” He informs you, accepting your little nod as response enough before he finally closes the door, leaving you all by your lonesome in the guest bedroom.

You hurriedly kick off your dirty shoes and throw yourself onto the plush double bed, laughs of disbelief pushing past your lips. You couldn’t believe you luck, being (technically) rescued by a prince and offered a room for just a night in his wonderous castle. On top of that, said prince was awfully welcoming and, to an extent, just like any normal boy; not counting the fact that he was extremely handsome.

Ah, no need to dwell on that now, you thought to yourself, tucking your body under the plush pink blanket and white sheets as your head nuzzled into the comfort of one of the stray pillows, sleep poking at your senses, I was just lucky, that’s all.

Just as your eyelids began to flutter shut, you see something move in the reflection of a standing ornate mirror by the bed. Blaming the strange vision on your exhaustion from the events of the day, you shrug it off and huddle closer in the pile of sheets and blankets to block out the sudden chill that swept over the bedroom, falling into a peaceful slumber.

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The next morning, you wake to find that you aren’t in the small, uncomfortable bed that was tucked into the most cramped room of your house. Instead, you come to the quick realization that you are still tucked into the seams of the bed in a guest room that belonged to Hyunjin, the considerate boy who had given you a place of shelter for the night.

You recall him promising to wake you himself, but he is nowhere to be seen. The only trace of him having been inside at all was a stack of clean clothes sat on top of the bedside table, which had previously been empty when you first fell asleep hours ago. Clearly he had meant for you to see the bundle... did he mean for you to wear them?

Sitting up from the bed, you latch onto the clothes and bring them into your lap, carefully inspecting the fine material and sewing that went into the cloth. The top was a cotton, green button-up that closely resembled the shirt Hyunjin had been wearing the night before, adorning the same fancy sort of cuffs and perfect handiwork. The accompanying trousers were made of a foreign, incredibly soft but protective material, dyed a tan color that closely resembled the delicate skin color of your friend, Jisung.

In no time at all you’ve slipped out of your rags for clothes, letting them drop to the floor with no care in the world before you tug the cleaner, nicer cloth onto your body, all the while hoping that you weren’t in need of a bath; to stink up his own clothes would be pretty rude, you thought.

You choose to head out of the bedroom and into the hallway, not daring to explore the depths of the castle without the owner in your presence. Recalling what twists and turns he had made to lead you to said bedroom the night before, you retrace your footsteps until you come to the two spiral staircases. In the center of the balcony, there laid a pedestal - the very one that let the glass dome you spotted before rest on its top. Now, you could make out the familiar shape of a single rose inside the clear dome, the prickly stem green with life and stuck into a mound of... air?

“By the gods...” you can’t help but snort in wonder, taking a tentative step closer to the encased rose, blinking many a time to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. The delicate plant was seemingly floating in midair, the blood red petals still attached to the bud.

Suddenly, a sensation of chills ran up your body, goosebumps trailing your covered arms. You look around the balcony, trying to see if perhaps a window had blown open and let in a cold chill, but you found that they were all shut tightly and covered by the burgundy curtains accented with gold entrails. When you look back to the rose, a single petal had already mysteriously fallen off, going to float in the empty space of the dome.

Shying away from the rose, you shake away the unsettling feeling stirring in your stomach and make your descent down the staircase. A delectable aroma wafts through the bottom of the staircase, tempted your hungry self to follow the scent in search of food; you hadn’t eaten since breakfast the day before, leaving you quite desperate for at least a snack.

The fascinating aroma leads you into what you suspect is the kitchen of the castle, stacks of fruits and vegetables tucked inside wooden crates, two stovetops nestled beside one another with lit fires brewing underneath them.

“Good morning,” the boy cooking his concoction greets you warmly, his back muscles moving with any twitch of his arms against the oddly tight gray shirt he donned. His black hair was messy and unkempt, though it only added to his charming, boyish appearance. “I apologize for not waking you earlier, my lady. I’m afraid that a blizzard blew through last night, covering the only path to the opening of the forest. If we try to trudge through the mounds of snow, we will surely get a bad case of frostbite or even hypothermia.” He explains as he cooks.

So that was why you kept experiencing sudden chills - he had to have a stray window open, you just didn't see it. “I don’t wish to die in the midst of a blizzard, so... I suppose I’m stuck here for a little while longer, then?” You hum quietly, not wanting to sound intruding as you point out the obvious. Hyunjin nods to himself at your observation while you make yourself comfortable at the dining table, admiring the chestnut color and plush seats.

“I’m afraid so - not to be rude, but may I know your name? Calling you my lady out of sheer politeness is beginning to sound somewhat redundant.” He questions you as he finishes cooking, placing the food he had made onto two separate plates before he brought them over to the dining table, setting one of them down in front of you. He sauntered over to the empty seat opposite of your own, munching on a slice of bread.

You look down at your own plate, nearly drooling at the uncommon scent of ham, fresh bread, and jam; commodities you weren’t able to enjoy on a daily basis. “No - you’re fine, Hyunjin. My name is Y/N.” You answer him, grabbing a fork and stabbing the ham so you can bring it up to your lips, munching on the meat with a quiet sigh of content.

He smiles to himself at your enjoyment, having grown accustomed to having practically the same meal every day for his own breakfast. “Y/N... such a pretty name,” Hyunjin can’t help but mutter, repeating your name like a mantra inside his damning thoughts. For some reason, putting a name to your face only made his heart race faster and faster in his chest, made his words knot together in his throat as he tried to continue the conversation. “H-how did you come into Cupid’s Forest, anyway, Y/N? Most people tend to avoid it because of the spirits, even if it is daytime.”

“Erm, well-” you hesitate to tell him the truth, engrossed with the elegant meal and the oddly caring aura that radiated from his curious figure. Would he be upset that a commoner had wandered inside his walls, his safe haven? “I was walking home, but I got distracted and sort of... stumbled into the forest... by accident?” The words you say come out more so as a question, as if you were silently praying for him to avoid asking you anything else.

Luck was not on your side, apparently.

“Is your home really so far from the main hub of the town? Why would you take such a long path in the middle of the night? Isn’t it dangerous-?”

“I’m a peasant, Hyunjin… I have no other choice.” You finally burst out to put a halt to his questions, your fingers gripping onto the handle of the fork while your eyelids squeeze shut in sheer embarrassment. Gods, you were wearing his clothes - his expensive, brilliant clothes! And here you were, admitting so clearly that you were but a peasant in his castle - you’d blown it.

“Oh... well... you must find a different path home, then.”

You cracked open an eye in confusion, peeping to see the boy in front of you still casually chewing on his breakfast. “W-what?”

“I don’t want you to accidently wander into the forest again, you might get hurt if I’m not there at the right time.” He insists with a furious blush, letting his unkept black hair dangle just in front of his eyes to hide how nervous he was. “... And, you can keep my clothes that you're wearing.”

The only thing you can utter out is a hushed, “thank you,” your own cheeks mimicking the beat red color that dusted his cheeks.

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The damned blizzard had lasted three days since then, meaning you had been gone from home just shy of a week, and even now the terrible weather showed little signs of letting up. They were not uncommon in such a cold season, of course, as you could recall experiencing shut-ins due to many a blizzard in your time. However, you could not once think back to an instance where the snowy storm had lasted for such a long period of time - that in itself worried you deeply.

Was your father alright, all alone in the hut you called a home? Would he be overworking himself to distract him from the thought of you being gone for so long?

Did Jisung make sure to shut all his windows as the storm hit? Was the blonde, passionate boy safe and eating well? After all, he couldn’t have known that you hadn’t made it home those days ago, not with how dangerous the weather conditions were outside.

What of the soldier who had bought one of your dresses? Would himself and his fellow soldiers bare the harsh, dropping temperatures in measly tents and spare scraps from a local inn? What of his pregnant wife and her younger brother - could the boy properly take care of them all alone?

“You’re thinking again, Y/N,” you’re ripped out of your thoughts by the boy next to you, the sleeves of his knitted, caramel brown sweater pushed all the way up to his elbows as he slaved away at the bottom pane of the giant window he was cleaning. On the third day of your stay in his castle, you finally caved and began to clean his dusty, dirt ridden home, and he had joined you in favor of being a gentleman... and to clean up his home, of course. “What’s on your mind?”

You pondered on how to answer Hyunjin’s question. It wasn’t invasive, no, but you tended to hesitate on the idea of your friends and family back in town; not that you didn’t care or worry for them, you simply didn’t care to dwindle on the idea of leaving the castle when the storm finally lifted. Should you elaborate on your worries aloud... perhaps it would bring that reality closer than you would like.

“I’m thinking about my father and friend, wondering if they’re safe in such a dangerous blizzard.” You admit with a hum, steadying yourself on the step of the ladder as you scrubbed away at the top window pane with a key diligence.

“I... I can’t promise that they will be alright, Y/N, but I wouldn’t worry too much. Worse has happened, surely a blizzard won’t put them in a vast amount of danger.”

“I think Jisung will be okay, but I worry for my father,” you explain with a sigh, unknowingly gripping onto the damp washcloth tighter and tighter the more you pondered the fate of the only family you had left. “He’s probably worried sick about me and is overworking himself since there’s no way he can possibly look for me with this weather. Not to mention w-we didn’t have a lot of food left in the pantry before I left that day - oh dear, he’s all alone!”

For some reason, the panic for your dear father only just begins to truly settle in. He wasn’t as young and healthy as some of the other men in your town, he would struggle to move the logs into the fireplace - oh, what if he couldn’t even start a decent fire? He would surely freeze! What of the food? Knowing him, he would be too busy fretting over your sudden disappearance and working to remember to eat enough to sustain himself-

“Y/N, love... come here.”

You unconsciously listen to the concerned boy stood beside the rickety ladder, reaching over to take his hand and walk yourself down back to the ground. Immediately he wraps his sweaty, toned arms around your waist, effectively pulling you into his warm chest. A wave of warmth floods your senses as he tries to comfort you as best as he possibly can, going as far as to gently press his palm to the back of your head and encourage you to rest into the crook of his neck.

“You have to relax, love,” Hyunjin says truthfully, slowly walking you over to one of the loveseats in the main living area, just outside of the dining room where you’d been cleaning moments ago. He sits back on the red cushions, carefully adjusting your body so you could fit on his lap; the close proximity made his heart do cartwheels like gymnasts in a circus, but he didn’t mind. All he wished for was to help you relax and calm down. “I... I’ll tell you a s-story, if you like. Maybe it can help you calm down.” He offers softly, glancing down and taking your slight nod against his neck as a yes.

“Hmm... once upon a time, there was a royal family from a far, far away land, where the sea was as blue as the skies and the beach stretched out from town to town. They were a happy little family of three, ruling over their promised land in content - until a nasty woman who claimed to be a goddess came down from the skies with a message. She said that their only child was too beautiful, too good for this mortal realm - that he didn’t deserve to be seen as he was by the people of their kingdom. The woman was jealous of the family, especially since they openly defied her very existence and those of her strange family,”

“So, she banished the three of them to a lone castle in a distant land, surrounded by vengeful ghosts and terrifying beasts who could tear them limb from limb if they wanted to. In her mind, she assumed that they would drop to their knees and beg her for her blessing, which in a way meant they would surrender to the very being that they had defied for so long. But she was terribly wrong - they stood by their beliefs, their morals, no matter what she did to them...”

He started to trail off, a lump growing in his throat. When you shifted in his hold, though, he quickly cleared his throat and continued.

“For months they would go into the nearby town and offer refuge to any who needed it, and by the sixth month of their stay at the castle, most of the rooms had been filled with thankful civilians; from nobles to peasants, all were welcome. Then, one night, their son was foolish enough to try and venture out of the castle in the middle of the night. He wandered into the forest all alone, seeking out a spirit - by his logic, he thought that he could help them move on to a better life, but he was wrong,”

“No, a spirit didn’t get ahold of him - a wild wolf did. It nipped at his legs, tearing the muscles from one of them so harshly that he would never be able to walk without a limp. The beast clawed at his face, ripping down a set of scars that wouldn’t heal properly, leaving him to look like a mangled mutt. One of the residents at the castle, a friend he called Seungmin, heard his cries all the way from inside his bedroom. He quickly brought out two other residents and somehow managed to rescue the prince, bringing him back home for his parents to see...”

“They recoiled, immediately swearing that the boy they had brought to them was not their son. They raged, stating vehemently that their son, a prince, was handsome and fit - the very opposite of the mangled boy at their feet. In a state of disbelief, they fled, never to be seen again. The goddess laughed at the prince’s misery at first, but grew furious when his friends insisted that looks didn’t matter, that he was still beautiful on the inside and on the outside. S-so... she cursed everyone living with the prince, turning his only friends into inanimate objects and forcing his body to return to its normal state. She said, that whenever he fell in love and kissed the person of his dreams, he would revert back to his ugly form from the attack - sure to scare away the only other person who could ever love him... the end.”

You whine into the crook of his neck, dissatisfied with the ending of his story. “The prince has to be happy, Hyunjin… I think that his love will stay with him, he sounds lovely, after all.” You insist with a light yawn.

The boy chuckles half-heartedly at your words, using his fingers to soothingly rub your back and encourage you to sleep. He found it amusing how you were so far from the truth, yet so close at the same time - you even knew he was a prince, apparently. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Hyunjin mumbles, eyes glazed over in sadness. “But he isn’t as lovely as you might think, love. He drove his own parents away-”

He pauses mid-sentence when he hears a light snore escape your parted lips, looking down once more with a fond sensation crawling into his heart. Your cheek was pressed against his shoulder, a tiny bit of drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, but he didn’t dare try to move you away from him.

Not when this was as close as he could possibly get to you without ruining everything.

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You weren’t sure how you ended up back in the bed of the guest room, truth be told. The last thing you could fully remember was Hyunjin telling you a story, with you curled up in his lap - oh... and hadn't the story been awfully sad, as well?

Perhaps you could ask him at breakfast. Yes, that is what you would do; had he heard the story from a book, or did he know the prince in the tale himself? It sounded so, so familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

With a huff you slide out of bed, running your fingers through your messy hair as you stand and look to the bedside table, expecting to see another fresh bundle of his clothes for you to wear; but nothing was there, nothing at all. Maybe you had woken up before him, for once.

Not wanting to go out and see Hyunjin in dirty, likely stinky clothes, you hop over to the closet by the window, opening it up and searching its contents for a top and trousers. Soon you come across a plain gray sweater and green trousers - that would do.

Slipping the new clothes on, which were a tad bit smaller than Hyunjin’s, you fix your hair as best as you can, taking a quick, nonchalant peek out the window. Your jaw gaped in shock at what you saw, or rather, lack of what you saw. All the snow had melted, leaving remnants of the blizzard by the traces of white on the leaves of the trees on the prickly grass. The blizzard had come and gone - meaning that you could finally go home... away... from the castle, away from Hyunjin.

Why was it so hard to accept? You knew that you would have to go home at some point, but you had come to enjoy being at the castle... being treated as an equal. You - you enjoyed being with Hyunjin.

Feeling less enthusiastic than before, you trudge out of the guest bedroom, heading straight for the staircase. Unknowingly, you look at the rose in its dome, blinking sadly as you realize that only one petal remained. The others had since wilted off the flower, deemed worthy to only float in the space of the small glass cylinder. It seemed as if both you and the rose had succumbed to an eerie sort of sadness.

You finally find Hyunjin in the library, his nimble fingers slowly tracing the black ink of the novel he was currently engrossed in. His midnight black hair had been combed neatly to reveal the true, soft nature of his head of hair, though instead of the usual cuffed shirt or sweater, he now donned a long sleeved white top and black vest, his dark trousers held up with a belt that was decorated with a single sword nestled in the hilt.

“Good morning, Hyunjin,” you greet the boy in a soft manner as to not startle him, smiling bittersweetly at his cute jump of surprise and the noise that escapes his throat. Turning to face you, he opens his mouth to speak, only to fall silent. His sharp gaze runs up and down your body, a hint of... a scowl, of all things, gracing his features.

“Morning, love,” Hyunjin puffed after a moment of utter silence, sweeping his gaze straight back up to meet your own confused one, “... my clothes are outside your door, I didn’t want to accidently wake you up so early today. Go change.”

“I - excuse me?”

He flushes at his harsh tone, quickly shutting the book in the palms of his hands and pushing it into the bookshelf, back in its original spot. “S-sorry... I um, I just - this is your last d-day here... I would like for you to wear my clothes, I guess.” The soft-spoken boy finally admits with a burst of semi-confidence, catching the both of you by surprise.

“I - would... like to wear them, I guess,” you echo him sheepishly, feeling a wave of heat crash into your cheeks, cursing yourself for blushing so easily in front of the boy. He visibly brightens at your words, straightening his posture to appear less nervous.

“Good - I mean, great! W-we should-” he’s harshly interrupted by a pounding sound from the front door of his castle, causing both of you to freeze in surprise; you, more with confusion, him, more with fear. Hyunjin was no fool, he knew of the rumors surrounding his castle - his life. No one dared to approach his castle on their own good will, he had learned that lesson long ago. “Stay behind me, Y/N.” The prince ushers you behind his figure in haste, one hand holding your hip to keep you safe while the other rested by the hilt of his sword. He knew you would try to follow him if he pushed you into another room, so he figured keeping you behind him would be better than nothing.

Slowly but surely, he walks towards the front door, leading you out of the library and to the tall entryway. Whoever is on the other side is persistent in their knocking, furiously pounding on the dark wood as if their life depended on it. Hyunjin carefully opened the door, breath hitching in his throat at the sight before him.

A crowd of soldiers and townspeople were gathered at the front of his castle, brandishing either torches, rakes, shovels, or in the worst case, swords.

“Y-Y/N! Sweetheart!” A booming voice snaps you out of your wonder - no, it couldn’t be, right? Still, you peek around Hyunjin’s arm, nearly crying out in relief when you see your father. “Get away from my little girl, you foul beast!” He calls out to the boy stood frozen in front of you, waving his lit torch around threateningly.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Hyunjin was no beast, he had saved you, protected you - treated you like a real person. “Father, you must be mistaken,” you answer him in bewilderment, causing a ruffle in the crowd, “Hyunjin - he’s the only reason I’m even alive right now. He saved me from the spirits and gave me shelter in the blizzard.”

The crowd of civilians and soldiers brush off your words with no hesitation, a few of them stepping closer to brandish their weapons at the raven haired boy. His grip loosens on your hip, until his hand falls completely off of your body. “No, he’s right, love. I - I am a monster.” Hyunjin whispers, much to the satisfaction of those throwing insults at him.

“That’s bullshit, Hyunjin,” you curse at him in hurt as he tries to back away and let you go to your waiting father. You can barely make out the sound of your father insisting for you to come to him where it’s ‘safe,’ as well as Jisung calling out your name in pure confusion. Yet, you don't move, choosing to stand your ground in front of the wilting boy. “You are anything but a monster. Why - why would you think anything like that?”

“B-because I am the prince in the story, Y/N!” He shouts in pure, heartbroken fury, lifting his head to meet your concerned gaze, his brown eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears. “The real me is ugly and unlovable - fuck, I was so ugly that my own parents ran away, and they died because of it! If I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, I wouldn’t have been attacked! I - I wouldn’t be a monster that scared his own mother and father so much that they would run from the only safety they knew, only to get killed by the other beasts in this damned forest!”

You hear the people behind you shifting, as this had been the first time anyone had confirmed any of the boy’s backstory - and it came from the prince himself. The prince...

“The second I kiss my one true love, they will see what I truly look like! T-they will run away in horror at how fucking disgusting I am - and I can damn well prove it...” Hyunjin breathes heavily, throat sore from his screams of rage, of pain - of loss. Without a second thought, he pushes away any hope he has left in his soul, stepping forward to cup your cheeks in the palms of his warm hands.

The heartbroken boy brings your lips to his own, passionately kissing you with everything he had left - he just knew that the second you opened your eyes, you would run. You had only known him for six full days, there was no possible way you had fallen for him like he had for you - but he knew you were the only person for him. The second you had stepped into his castle, one of the petals from the rose Aphrodite ‘gifted’ him had wilted, revealing that his time as the handsome prince he used to be would be over soon.

And this - this was that time.

When Hyunjin pulls away, you slowly open your eyes and see him. There’s a set of scars running from his hairline all the way down to his bottom lip, the flesh not fully healed from the devastating attack. You glance down, spotting his left leg, once normal, now lame and slightly wobbly. He has to lean against you to hold himself up, but he clearly expects you to push him to the cold, damp ground and flee back to your father’s arms.

You kiss him. You kiss him with all the love you can muster, bringing your fingers to his scarred face and tracing the wounded skin as if you were mapping him out for the first time. In just a measly six days, you had truly fallen for the lonely but sweet prince, loving him for his soft-spoken words and nervous stumbles, his cooking that certainly needed some work, his talent for storytelling - for him.

When you pull away, you smile up at the stunned prince, eyes flickering all across his beautiful face. Scars or no scars, he radiated warmth, and he looked just the same to you.

“H-hey, where did you come from!?” A soldier suddenly calls out in surprise, causing both you and Hyunjin to look towards the entrance of his castle in confusion. His eyes light up when three other boys stumble into the sunlight, all wearing different styles of clothes and donning differently colored hair.

“Woojin, Chan, Seungmin - h-how?” Hyunjin stuttered in utter shock, leaning against your side for support since he couldn’t properly walk towards them.

One of them steps closer, glancing between you and his friend with an amused glint to his gaze. “I guess Aphrodite gave up since your girl didn’t run away - oh, by the way, you’re wearing my clothes, miss.” The brunette boy hums with a cheeky smirk. You blink, glancing up at a flushed Hyunjin in quiet amusement.

So that was why he wanted you to change back into his clothes.

“I - I suppose you’re right, Seungmin,” he breathes out softly, happily squeezing your hip as he turns to face the mumbling crowd. “S-sir, please - I know I’m the farthest example of a man you could ever expect, but... I truly love Y/N.”

You turn in his grip to face your father, who narrows his eyes almost suspiciously at the black haired boy holding onto you. And then, he says, “- welcome to the family, my boy!”

Wait -

Your pudgy father waddles over to you, placing a hand on both you and Hyunjin’s shoulders. “I suppose if anyone can win my daughter’s heart, I must approve. I’m afraid some of these men in town are only after her because she’s so damn pretty. She’s much more than just a pretty face, you know!”

“Trust me, sir, I’m well aware,” Hyunjin laughs quietly, fondly looking at you once more.

“Sorry about the soldiers and shit,” your friend from town speaks up, having finally pushed through the bustling crowd and approached the little group, “we all thought you were like, a murderer or something. Rumors and all, not too kind to you.” Jisung apologizes with a sheepish laugh, all the while shaking Hyunjin’s hand.

At the mention of the awful rumors, a majority of the crowd quietly apologizes as well before dispersing; after all, a mere boy was no real threat to them, not when they learned the truth.

You smile up at Hyunjin, stepping up on your tip-toes to reach his mouth, pressing a faint kiss to the corner of his lips, just above part of his scar. He blushes furiously and does the same to you, resting his forehead against yours, his soft breaths fanning against your lips.

“Thank you, love.”

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ghostofviperwrites · 5 years ago

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No Vacancy

I’m cleaning out my old stories. This is another of my old ones when I first started writing wrestling fanfiction, when the SHIELD were still together long, long ago

Warning: I should probably put a warning on this. This fic could be triggering. Nothing graphic is written or implied, but the end of the fic is leading in a dark direction that could trigger.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/FC

Category: Angsty

“Don’t worry darling. You can stay with us.” The cocky voice of Dean Ambrose spoke up, uncomfortably close to Siena Chase’s neck. The petite diva couldn’t stop the shudder that racked through her body, and by the lowkey chuckles coming from behind her, Dean had noticed, and he wasn’t alone. She didn’t know why she was surprised. Of course where Dean Ambrose was, Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins wouldn’t be far behind.

“No thank you.” The blonde said firmly keeping her attention on the desk clerk at the Marriott Hotel. “Are you absolutely positive you don’t have my reservation and there is not one single room available?” she asked for the third time. She couldn’t believe the WWE hadn’t booked her a room. She got that she was new and not very well known, but how did this happen? The clerk shrugged his shoulders helplessly. He felt bad for the girl, but with the WWE in town, along with a couple of other conventions, pretty much all rooms in town were sold out.

“Don’t worry about it Clark.” Seth Rollins said stepping forward and reading the man’s name tag. “We will make sure Ms. Chase is well taken care of.” He casually slipped his hand into the crook of her elbow and began guiding her away from the desk, his fingers cruelly digging into the nook in a not so subtle warning. Roman grabbed Seth’s suitcase while Dean picked up Siena’s duffle bag and slung the strap around his neck as he followed his self-proclaimed brothers.

After being none to gently shoved into the elevator Siena huddled herself into the back corner as the SHIELD members bluntly told everyone else waiting to find another elevator. She was surprised when the three didn’t pay her any attention, standing nonchalantly in the elevator as it rose to the top floor. When the doors opened the three men stepped out waiting expectantly for Siena to follow suit. When she didn’t budge Roman huffed out an impatient breath and stepped back into the elevator. Siena shrieked when he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more than a feather. The breath whooshed out of her as his shoulder jarred into her stomach with each step.

Seth held open the door as Roman made his way into the room and carelessly deposited Siena on the floor. She scrambled to her feet, heart pounding as she tried to regain the breath she lost.

“Why you such a bitch Siena?” Dean asked from where he had already taken up residence on the couch. “I mean, here we are, offering our hospitality, and you’re being a cunt about it.” He said angrily.

“Yeah Siena.” Seth chimed in as he hopped up on the bar, his long legs swinging freely. “We don’t go around just offering to bunk with just anyone. You should be a little more grateful.”

“Making me carry your ass to our room, isn’t exactly expressing your gratitude.” Siena jumped as Roman’s voice sounded right next to her ear. How did these huge men move so silently? She wondered to herself. Her head swiveled as Seth suddenly appeared on her other side, once again catching her off guard. Her eyes widened as he stared down at her, face blank except for one corner of his lips turned up in a smirk.

“Siena, Siena, Siena.” Seth said ruefully. “You do realize it’s not a good idea to get on our bad side right?” he asked, cock twitching at the fear that flashed across her face. “Heard all the stories, got all the gossip?” he sarcastically chuckled as she nodded. “Then why you trying to turn down our offer?”

“I..I don’t want to be here.” She stuttered cringing back at the anger flashing on the men’s faces.

“And why not?” she gasped as Ambrose suddenly appeared, leaving her surrounded by the three men. “Are we not good enough for you? Not good lookin’ enough? I mean, we all know Roman’s dog ass ugly, but me and Seth ain’t too bad.” Dean laughed as Roman flipped him the bird with a smirk.

“I’m seeing someone.” Siena finally said. Hopefully that would calm the so-called hounds of justice down. And surprisingly it did, the three exchanging a loaded look she didn’t understand.

“Who?” Roman demanded, though he was pretty sure he already knew.

“AJ” Siena said quietly. She hoped if she was cooperative they would move on from harassing her.

“Styles? AJ Styles is who you’re seeing?” Seth chuckled as she confirmed what AJ had been bragging about in the locker room just the other day. Though AJ had quite a different take on their situation than Siena apparently did.

“That’s not what I heard.” Ambrose spoke up. “I heard AJ fucked you six ways to Sunday just so he could brag about being the first to bang you.”

“AJ told you about us?” Siena blushed in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe AJ would do that. Sure they hadn’t spoken since that night aside from a few texts, AJ brushing off seeing her, but that was just because he was super busy.

“AJ told the whole fucking locker room. We know all about that little blue butterfly tattoo on your ass.” Dean taunted enjoying the humiliation flushing across her face. “I want to see it in person.” He stepped closer to her, dimples disappearing as his face turned serious.

“No.” Siena said firmly. “So AJ talked?” she said with a shrug trying to recover. “That’s what guys do. He won’t like it if you guys mess with his girl.” She said confidently. She didn’t know much about the SHIELD, but she knew they respected AJ, and if they respected you, they tended to leave you and yours alone.

“We’ll see about that.” Dean said pulling out his cell phone and selecting a contact and putting the phone on speaker. He was positive AJ Styles didn’t give a shit about Siena, or consider her anything more than a fuck, but he would make a courtesy call. There were very few people who earned the SHIELD’s respect and Styles happened to be one of those people.

“Dean, buddy, what’s up my man?” AJ Styles voice came over the speaker. “You and the boys should come on out to Morgan’s. There’s some fine ass girls here tonight.”

“We appreciate the invite AJ, but we’ve got a fine ass girl already.” Dean chuckled. “In fact, that’s why I’m calling.”

“Go on?” AJ asked curiously.

“You have any objection to us fucking Siena?” Seth called out so Styles could hear him.

“Why would I give a damn about what you do with Siena?” Styles asked, confusion clear over the line.

Siena’s heart sank at his words while smirks appeared on the faces of the men surrounding her.

“Well, Siena here claims she’s your girl and you wouldn’t like it if we messed with her.” Dean informed him. “Seeing as how we kinda like you, we figured we would give you a courtesy call before we proceeded.”

“My girl?” Aj said incredulously. “I fucked her. That’s as far as that goes. I don’t give a shit what you do with her.”

“That’s what we thought. Appreciate the clarification.” Roman spoke up smirking down at Siena.

“No guys, thank you. I appreciate you reaching out. It won’t be forgotten.” AJ said before ending the call.

“Well, Siena, looks like your get out of jail free card just left you out to dry.” Seth cackled reaching out to brush her long blonde hair back from her face. “So let us get back to your appalling lack of manners.”

#dean ambrose fanfic #seth rollins fanfic #roman reigns fanfic #wwe fanfic #wrestling fanfic #mywriting #ghostofviperwrites

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jjk-emotrash · 5 years ago

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Blood and Gasoline - Chapter 11

Type: Mafia!AU

Group/s: Mainly BTS, Got7, Blackpink

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (OC), Jikook x Reader (OC)

Safety: NSFW

Warnings (Whole Fic): Swearing, Violence, Prostitution, Misogyny/Anti-Feminist Views, Torture, Smut, Non-Con/Rape, Death, SOME Fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

Masterlist

As she left the house, Y/N made sure to grab her purse and phone. After calling a taxi into town, the first place she visited was the club, but she found nobody there. The building was deadly silent and eerie, the top of the bar in need of a dusting and empty glasses left on the tables around the perimeter of the room. Getting out of the club as fast as she could to continue her search, Y/N wandered around the town and looked in the windows of all the bars and diners in town to see if she could see the two men.

Eventually, after an hour of searching she found the pair sat in an old seedy looking bar in the outskirts of town. Just entering the building put Y/N on edge, but she persisted and walked in. The bar smelled damp, smoke and alcohol mixing in with the thick scent of the building. A group of middle-aged men sat near the door smoking and playing poker; one of the men, who was built like brick wall, eyed Y/N up and down with a sickening smirk. The walls were wood lined with paint peeling off and the floorboards creaked beneath her feet as she took in her surroundings, anxiety rising in her chest.

“You alright love? You look a bit lost.” Asked a man with a thick accent, dressed in a yellowing shirt and grey trousers with braces hanging from his hips, stopping her in her tracks.

“Yeah, I’m just looking for two people…” Y/N answered anxiously, slowly edging away from the man.

“Well I’m the manager and bartender of the joint, what do they look like I might have served them?” he spoke and sat on the edge of an unsteady looking table.

“It’s actually those two over there, sat by the bar.” Y/N replied and pointed at her friends, slump.

“Ah, they showed up at about two this morning,” the man scoffed and stood to walk away, letting her go to the boys, “I would’ve kicked ‘em out but they kept paying for drinks an’ I can’t afford to refuse service right now.”

Y/N started walking over to the two men when the group that was sat by the door suddenly blocked her path, circling her. She kindly asked them to let her through, but they wouldn’t budge; she asked again, more firmly this time, but still they wouldn’t move.

“Please, I’ve asked you twice already. Let me through.” Y/N persisted, starting to become more anxious by the second.

“Why should we? Personally, I think you should come with us, beautiful.” One man with shaggy brown hair and a deep voice answered and proceeded to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand.

“Don’t touch me.” She protested and fought back. His other hand slipped around her back and slapped her ass. Wiggling out of his grip and trying to remember everything Jackson had taught her about fighting, “Let me go!”. To the huddle of men’s shock, Y/N landed a swift kick to her harasser’s temple. Making the rest of the group jump away from her.

“What the fuck?! You bitch!” with his head and ego bruised, the man lunged for her but was suddenly held back.

“I believe the lady asked you not to touch her.” An all too familiar voice sounded in Y/N’s ears. Jimin. She could see that the man in her friends grasp stiffened at the sound of his voice, fear flooding his eyes.

“If I were you, I’d back off before she kicks you again.” Jungkook added clapping the offender on the shoulder. “Wouldn't you agree lads?” He asked the other men with a smirk. It seemed that the group of men were eerily familiar with the pair as they immediately backed away and left the bar.

“Apologise.” Jimin said to the man, whipping his gun out of his pocket and pressing it to his back and he quickly obeyed, looking to Y/N for help.

“I’m sorry, honestly I am, please just tell them to let me go.”

Taking the opportunity to scare the man more, actually starting to enjoy herself, she did something that made the man gulp. “Hmmm, I'm not sure I forgive you.” She said walking closer to the restrained man, “What do you think Jimin, Jungkook - does he really deserve forgiveness?”

“We should kill him for even laying a single finger on you Y/N.” Jimin growled and almost reduced the man to tears in fear. “But I think he's learned his lesson not to touch a woman without her consent. Haven't you?”

The man quickly nodded and pleaded for forgiveness, practically sobbing that he wouldn't ever do it again. The once intimidating figure was now a trembling mess before her.

She leaned in close before whispering her forgiveness, then fisted her hand in the front of his shirt and stepping closer, “But I swear, if you ever lay a much as a finger on another unwilling person, I will become your personal poltergeist.” Y/N hissed at the man earning a smirk from the boys. The man nodded and whispered one final word to him, “Run.”

The man fled the bar immediately after, leaving Y/N alone with Jimin and Jungkook.

“Hey…” Y/N said shyly, unsure of what to say after the scene she had caused.

“What are you doing here?” Jungkook asked gruffly, his voice thick and stinking of whiskey.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Y/N replied and crinkled her nose at the overwhelming stench of whiskey washing over the pair that she hadn't noticed before “It’s barely three in the afternoon, you both stink.”

Now they were alone in the bar, she had the chance to fully take in their appearances. The pair graced matching dark circles and messy hair, suit jackets off, shirts untucked and ties loose. Rough, would be an understatement.

“I’d much rather be here than at the mansion and have to see you and Yoongi fawning over one another.” Jimin answered bitterly, his eyes turning dark – the previous protectiveness in his eyes fading.

“Well you don’t have to worry about that. It seems like he only wanted to have sex with me to piss the two of you off. He never actually wanted me for me, at least I think he did. He treated me like another conquest instead of a person in front of the boys when we went downstairs this morning. I should've known better than to trust him like that. It was a mistake.” Y/N answered. The words lifting a weight off her chest as she realised that she had been manipulated.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Jungkook muttered angrily as Jimin clenched his jaw, silently fuming.

“Guys calm down. He didn’t force me into it, you don’t need to go in guns blazing.” Y/N pushed the boys back with a palm on each of their chests, stopping them in their tracks of heading out of the bar. “It’s not going to happen again. And I’m going to tell him as much when we get back. Just please, come home. I was worried about you when I went downstairs, and you were nowhere to be found...”

Jimin sighed and ran his fingers through his messy hair to calm himself then placed the other hand on top of hers. “I’m sorry that we made you worried Y/N, but you have to understand how horrible it was for us to hear you two going at it last night.” His voice broke slightly, and his voice lowered to a whisper “You do know my room is directly below his?”

“I…didn’t know that at all, Jimin…” Y/N gulped and looked down at her feet in shame.

“Hey?” Jimin said softly and lifted her head back up with two fingers, he hated seeing her upset in any form. “It’s not your fault, I’m just jealous that it wasn’t me.”

“Amen to that,” Jungkook added with a snort and circled his arm around her waist. “Well at least we know what she’s into now.” He joked with a smirk earning himself a laugh from Jimin and a light slap to the chest from Y/N.

“Thank you, by the way, for helping me out with those guys.” Y/N smiled at the two boys, happy everything was somewhat normal again.

“You don't need to thank us honey, besides you were doing pretty well on your own. That was a damn good kick.” Jungkook replied making Y/N grin with pride. Jimin then cleared his throat and straightened himself out before extending a hand towards Y/N. She took it with a giggle.

“Our dearest Y/N,” Jimin started in a fake ‘posh’ tone, “would you do us the honour of allowing us to treat you to dinner tonight?”

“Charming as always, Jimin...” Y/N giggled making the man smirk, before replying to his request in a similar tone, “I would be delighted to spend the evening dining with the pair of you.”

“M’lady,” Jungkook offered his arm for Y/N to take. The pair escorted her out of the bar then payed for the taxi ride back to the mansion.

The second they stepped through the door, the trio were bombarded with questions. The two men just laughed at the group’s excitable nature, Y/N on the other hand started to back away and bumped into the two men’s chests behind her. Jimin immediately placed a protective hand on her waist and Jungkook kissed the crown of her head gently making the men surrounding them back off a little, but the group completely dispersed when the gruff voice of Min Yoongi sounded from behind the group.

“What a touching display of affection, now hands off her.” Yoongi strode through the group with a deadly calm face.

“No,” Jungkook replied instantly, “you don’t get to decide who wants to be with. That’s up to Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N darling, who is it that you want to spend the evening with?” Yoongi stroked her cheek gently, making her eyes flutter closed at the soft gesture. But she quickly snapped out of it, remembering how he manipulated her into making the men flanking her jealous.

“I’m spending the evening with Jimin and Jungkook, Sir. And nothing you say, or do, will make me change my mind.” Y/N told him in a sickly sweet voice that made Yoongi growl in anger slightly, before addressing the rest of the gang “Now if you’ll all excuse me I’m going to go have a bath. If any of you interrupt me in the next few hours, I will not hesitate to punch you in the gut. Are we clear?” She heard both Jimin and Jungkook snicker behind her as the group of men facing her nodded slowly in surprise and slight fear – Yoongi could only glare. Y/N then turned to the two men behind her. “I’ll be ready for 7:30, meet me back here then?”

“Your wish is our command,” Jimin said with a smirk and leaned in to kiss her cheek softly before whispering, “Enjoy your bath princess.”

Jimin walked away with Jungkook in tow, the younger winking at Y/N as he non-too-subtly brushed past. The rest of the gang walked away in bewilderment, Namjoon blinking in shock at the scene he had witnessed. When he met Y/N’s eye, he blushed furiously and looked away before he too disappeared into the house. Only Y/N and Yoongi were left standing in the foyer. Y/N nodded at him curtly and started to walk away.

“What changed?” Yoongi suddenly asked, stopping Y/N in her tracks. With a sigh she turned to face him.

“Why did you fuck me knowing full-well that Jimin and Jungkook liked me, and that their bedrooms are directly beneath ours? You knew they would hear us Yoongi! You knew that it would drive them crazy and that they’d leave.” Y/N exploded, all of her thoughts and feeling on full display. There was no going back now.

He replied, his eyes becoming softer as he saw just how much his actions hurt her. “I wasn’t thinking properly, and I know that it’s no excuse, I just wanted to show them that you were mine - because I want you to be mine Y/N. And only mine, no one else’s. I’m selfish, I’ll admit that, and what I did was wrong and I’m sorry that I ended up hurting you in the process, that was never my intention.”

“But you don’t mind hurting your brothers? Yoongi that’s fucked up. I really did like you, honestly I think I still do. But I’m not sure that I want to be with you if that’s how you’re going to behave.” Y/N said, defeated. He reached out for her, but she just shook her head with a sigh and looked away.

“Good luck with your date with the boys tonight. As much as I hope it was me taking you out on the town tonight, I want you to be happy here. And if they make you happy, then so be it.” Yoongi said stiffly, trying to stay calm. Y/N knew that he was struggling here so gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” She smiled softly at him before turning on her heel and heading upstairs to start getting ready. When Y/N entered her bedroom, she threw herself down face first on the bed and hugged her pillow, thinking about what she should do. Her head was reeling with all the thoughts running wild. Perking up, she decided to call Lisa to help her get ready, and to talk everything over.

“Lisa? Can you come round, I need your help.” Y/n asked as soon as the red-head answered the phone.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

Lisa arrived nine minutes later, and immediately ran upstairs to Y/N’s bedroom and burst through the door. Y/N engulfed her friend in a tight hug.

“Are you okay? That call had me worried…” Lisa mumbled into Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N nodded and pulled away to look Lisa in the eye.

“Me and Yoongi had sex.” Y/N stated bluntly, getting straight to the point.

“What?!” Lisa exclaimed and gripped onto Y/N’s shoulders. “Okay back, tell me everything.”

“Okay first of all ow, your claws are hurting my biceps.” Y/N said with a smile making Lisa giggle and release Y/N from her vice grip. “Secondly, I errm…yeah we fucked.” Y/n walked over to the bed and laid down. “I made a mistake, he only fucked me to make Jimin and Jungkook pissed cause their bedrooms are beneath ours and they could hear everything, and they basically ran away to a dingy bar and got hammered when they could hear us fucking above them. When I found them, they had sobered up a bit but still stunk of whiskey. Anyway, they asked me out on a kind of date tonight and now Yoongi’s pissed at them but wants me to be happy and I’m so fucking confused.”

“Damn, girl.” Lisa laid on her side next to Y/n and stroked her hair gently. “So, what are you gonna do?”

“Well I’m going on the date. But what should I do if they take things further?” Y/N turned to face Lisa only to see Lisa smirking.

“Honey, if you get the chance to have a ménage à trois with Jimin and Jungkook – fucking take it. If only so you can tell me what they’re like in bed.”

“Oh my god Lisa!” Y/N laughed and rolled back onto her back. “Won’t that make me kind of a hoe, you know three guys in 24 hours?”

“Oh it’d make you a complete hoe, but what’s wrong with that? If guys can get away with fucking around so can we. We deserve to have some fun too. Trust me, if I was in your position I’d pounce on them the second we got in the-” Lisa was cut off by Y/n’s hand covering her mouth with a smile.

“I get it!” Y/N laughed Lisa licked her hand slightly with a wink making Y/N pull her hand away instantly, “For fucks sake, Lisa!”

Feeling playful and wanting cheer Y/N up more, Lisa rolled over to straddle Y/n and kissed Y/n fully on the mouth. Y/N squeaked and pinched Lisa’s thigh gently. Lisa pulled away with her tongue between her teeth and a twinkle in her eye. Y/N giggled and rolled them over so Lisa was underneath Y/n and started to tickle her abdomen.

“Shit! Y/N stop!” Lisa spluttered out through loud laughs and managed to pull Y/N off her. Unfortunately, they didn’t see how close they were to the end of the bed and they both crashed to the floor in a fit of hysterics, limbs tangled together. Y/N kissed Lisa on the nose making her giggle and scrunch up her face cutely.

“You know, if things don’t work out with the guys maybe we should give it a shot.” Y/N mused, half-jokingly with a small giggle.

Lisa giggled as well and kissed Y/N once more on the lips, pulling Y/N closer with a manicured hand on the nape of her neck. The girls had kissed before at the club when tipsy and had fooled around on multiple nights when Jisoo and Jennie went out on a date, so this was almost normal for the two close friends. Over time they had become almost like friends with benefits – no strings attached. They detached with giggles and rose to their feet.

“I’m gonna go take a bath,” Y/N asked with a grin, “wanna choose me something to wear?”

Y/N bathed peacefully as she hummed absentmindedly, thinking of all the many things Jungkook and Jimin could have planned for her. Meanwhile, Lisa carefully studied her friends wardrobe for a dress before settling on a simple but sexy little black dress and some red heels to match the lipstick she had chosen. Once Y/N was dried and dressed, makeup applied and hair parser styled, a flurry of butterflies erupted in the pit of her stomach.

"Lisa? Am I mad for doing this?" Y/N asked as she put her phone in a black and gold accented clutch.

"No of course not. What makes you ask that?" Lisa bewilderedly replied from her spot on the bed.

"I don't know...I just, even though Yoongi hurt me I don't want to upset him...and going on this date might just jeopardise whatever it was we had."

"It won't." The answering voice didn't belong to that of her best friend, but of the man in question. Turning on her heel, Y/N saw Yoongi stood in the doorframe.

"I'll leave you two be." Lisa said as Y/N and Yoongi locked eyes, giving her friends hands a squeeze before exciting the room.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." The compliment left his lips softly, barely audible. "May I enter?"

"You may."

He sits on the bed and reveals and black velvet box from behind his back. "I got you something."

"You can't buy me back with jewellery."

"I'm not trying to." his eyes are soft as he gazes at the woman in front of him and reaches out for her to take a seat next to him on the bed. She concedes. He opens the box to reveal a diamond choker, taking her breath away. "I had this picked out ready for your birthday but I thought that now is a good a time as any other. Especially after my previous actions."

"I...I can't accept this..." Y/N manages to treat her eyes away from the stunning choker to look at him.

"Yes, you can. What I told you last night and this morning remains to be true. I care deeply for you, all I want is your happiness. If that means you being with Jungkook, or Jimin, or hell even both - I will not stand in your way. All I want right now is your forgiveness. And for you to wear this tonight, a piece as beautiful as this deserves to be worn by someone worthy of its beauty. And you more than qualify."

"Okay," Y/N replies softly with a mood before turning around for him to place it around her neck. Once the clap was sealed, she turned back to face him. A sorrowful look adorned his features, trying and failing to mask it.

"You have two gentlemen waiting for you downstairs, I shouldn't keep you from them any longer." Yoongi says as he stands and makes his way to the shared bathroom to get to his our bedroom.

"Yoongi," Y/N calls as he pauses, "I forgive you." he says nothing, walking through the doorway and closing it behind him.

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