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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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"Aren't You Supposed To Hate Me?" (Yandere Modern!Il Dottore/Reader)

CW: mild yandere

the real a/n: if you see me putting too many sylvia plath references, no– no you did not. Also, webttore rights. I promise he's not that bad bakery anon pls don't kill me-. ALSO LOGO'S MADE BY ESTHER ANON!!!

Mother of Klee, Alice’s note: When your bakery opens, can you make some Eton mess? What? “That’s not on the menu…?” Well, you should add it! My darling Klee looks adorable eating strawberries! Oh, but you're not leaving Teyvat Pro, right?

Yandere! 1k Idol Match-up Event

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According to what people have said about you, you exude calmness. And that it’s a strength. That your soothing and somewhat “motherly” presence puts you one step forward more than most people. But why isn’t your composure congruent with the frantic screaming inside of you that begged this lunatic to quit clutching your baking supplies?

Damn, this isn't the time to NOT be assertive, assistant (Y/n). Pull yourself together.

"Please stop. You're strangling it."

"We all die, (Y/n). The sooner you internalize that, the better."

The man in front of you is none other than your boss: "Il Dottore", the man behind the idol group ADDICKTZ's creative decisions. You have been given the responsibility of maintaining order among the original 4 ADDICKTZ members while he deals with the second batch after he chose you out of the other 22 interviewees.

"Sir, we're just baking. Please use a proper measuring cup. Aren’t you supposed to be a doctor–"

"Master. Not sir. I suggest you speak to me in a more respectful tone, Assistant (Y/n). The mere fact of your utility does not make you indestructible."

"I understand that very well, sir– Master, but please put the dough down. I cannot allow you to do the frosting at this rate."

Dang Akademiyan scholars and their honorifics.

Zandik huffed, unsatisfied, before leaning back on his chair.

"Mind you, I'm a licensed surgeon." He boasted snarkily. "I'd certainly outmatch you when it comes to steady hands, assistant."

"Well– shame that a medical degree does not automatically mean you'd be good at art, then."

"(Y/n), did I hire an imbicile? Answer me, who exactly are you working for?"

"You, Master Zandik."

"And my occupation?"

" ADDICKTZ’s Creative Director–"

Zandik smugly raised an eyebrow.

"... I admit defeat."

ADDICKTZ values both of your artistic inputs. Even after work hours, you've done what you can to support DCKZ. You helped Diluc choose a haiku to confess his emotions not long ago, and more recently, you aided Zhongli to find inspiration in contemporary poetry for his lyrics. Sir Zandik, on the other hand, would help the group's plans progress from simple masquerades to a magnificent mashup of VISUAL Kei and distinctive pop elements with unbuckled bones facing the front view just tasteful enough to adhere to the unit's usual aesthetics.

Of course, these tasks are obviously trivial in comparison to what your "real work" entailed, and the CEO would split hairs if you joked about retiring. The doctor is no different; in fact, he is the most guilty of this dependence. Normally, superiors wouldn't break into their staff members' closed bakery at 2 in the morning on a Saturday, but Il Dottore has a few loose screws.

Partly, it's your fault too because Zandik has a crush on you.

That's not your ego talking– he admitted it three days ago. Maybe you would've accepted that confession if he didn't utter another word, you did hear Sohrah and the other staff members mention that he's some eye candy. The nose, the eye pits, the full set of pearly white teeth– those mean nothing when the person is Zandik. His personality is as foul as the things Ayato bought in the ADDICKTZ's hotpot game. You’re never crossing the water for an obvious red flag.

Following his direct confession, he went on to enumerate all of your faults in a psychopathic and alphabetical order. As to add more salt into the wound, Zandik brought out printed pictures and pointed at all the blemishes on your face that needed fixing before tossing a plastic surgeon's business card at you. What an absolute jerk. Not the most romantic confession out there, but he did ask you out, right?

WRONG.

After his long spiel about being burdened by unnecessary dependence on you, he gave you an incentive to "look more unattractive during work hours" with a pay raise.

So, Herr Doktor. So, Herr Enemy. Yet, you can't loathe Zandik when he's THAT honest about his avid repulsed fascination. The man is mad, but being mad doesn’t make him stupid. He wants the exact opposite of the likable behavior reinforcement theory coming from you. Zandik would sooner receive the loving embrace of an iron maiden than be in a rendezvous. He wholeheartedly believes that love is an illusion of a Greek necessity– whatever that meant.

You were ready to argue when he pulled out a contract that Zhongli had revised for added credence. As self-preservation reared its not noble but necessary head, your anger left you. His proposed numbers were bafflingly astronomical that you might just quit your job after the first pay…

The moon has nothing to be sad about once it witnesses your dreams bear fruit. Zandik knows that as well, that's why he visited your little bakery before its opening day, demanding that you make him any type of pastries. Unfortunately, you're the type who would adjust your schedule for others and not the other way around.

Zandik wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves. "Mind if I strip?"

"E-Excuse me?" You chuckled nervously. "Strip your apron, right?"

"Hair extensions, assistant." He clicked his tongue, amused. "With some common sense, you would’ve discovered that they get in the way and that these two long strands are artificial. Clearly, you lack some degree of rigor expected for an assistant."

Should’ve expected as much. This is the same man who cut off Childe's hair because he's "so damn tired seeing everyone in this forsaken group have the same fucking rat tail." You're pretty sure the only person who thought it was mildly amusing was Dainsleif.

Still… Last time, he told you those two strands were part of his hair. Zandik is not the type who would pettily lie for a joke. He's as straightforward as CEO Alhaitham– for better or for worse. Maybe he has a twin brother or something…

No, that’s just inconceivable.

Zandik watched in amusement as your forehead creased.

"You should've worded that differently… Doesn’t matter. Is there a flavor you’d like? Chocolates or...?"

He answered immediately. “Strawberries. Saw Alice ate some with her daughter last night.”

“Definitely it's not because it's your favorite, I’m aware,” you mused sarcastically. “Since you’re not actually into strawberries, might I suggest chocolate?”

Zandik glared. “Why?”

You batted your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, doctor, don’t you know chocolates have the love drug? As Langston Hughes would say “Have you dug the spill of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims, on this sepia thrill–”."

“Debunked. It’s laughable that you would insinuate such an incorrect notion.” Zandik scoffed loudly. “Chocolates don’t directly pass phenylethylamine to our nervous system, you’re more likely to excrete these pathetic sweets off your a–”

Never been a romantic. Dottore somehow loves to make it a point to remind you of that foul personality trait of his in every conversation.

“Alright, that’s enough. It’ll be strawberry flavored.” You sighed as you placed the tray inside the oven. “Might I say, you’re acting rather… cocky, for a lack of a better term, with how I should handle my work.”

“In my many years of living, I’ve learned that arrogance is a side-effect of truth and intelligence.”

“Yes, but your methods of holding that dough is quite barbaric. Please let it go.”

“Tsk.”

Dead hands, dead stringencies– Zandik simply lacks the talent for baking due to his rigidity. He dropped the dough and you smirked for a second, relieved. You secretly have a competitive side and you'd hate to admit that you're scared he might just beat you at your own game because of the frostings.

“Master Zandik, please just sit down. There are empty chairs at empty tables–”

He rolled his eyes, crossing his legs on your table. You tried not to scream at him about hygiene and barely succeeded. “Friends are all dead and gone– I know. Do not think you can reference Les Miserables without me knowing, baker.”

You shook your head as you set the timer. While you were preoccupied, it seemed as if the doctor just couldn’t sit still.

“Hmph, this is the only thing of interest I’ve found in your precious little bakery thus far.”

You turned to look at him.

Zandik paused in front of the small wall of photographs you had on display. A smile crept on your face as you remembered how proud you were of organizing the photos of your friends and family into a heart-shaped mosaic. There is a tiny square space in the middle and he correctly inferred that will be the center will be used to display a photo of the bakery's opening day. Be that as it may, his attention lay elsewhere.

"You had a violent streak, didn't you?"

"... Pardon?"

"You were the "problem child", that's my assessment," Zandik smirked, detaching a photograph from your wall, which surprised you since you've had trouble easing them free.

He specifically picked the photo you took during kindergarten with your grandma.

"You had scraped knees and elbows but you don't have that stereotypical dumb boyish smile. You seem to have quite a pronounced frown. Would I be wrong to assume you weren't well-liked in your school–"

“Put it back.” While you do generally dislike being put under a spotlight, the cause of your harsh delivery stems from his unpleasant phrasings.

Zandik pretended not to hear you, "–I'm not teasing you. I would know this because I had a photo similar to this one."

For a moment, you saw a flicker of melancholic humanity in your otherwise monstrously rigid employer. You thought that vulnerable display would be brief, but the hollow chuckle that echoed proved that this event will mark a milestone in your "work" relationship.

Master Zandik is opening up to you.

"Unlike this cute and happy memento, I don't have a grandmother who would take a picture with me. I’ve lost them all in the fire." He muttered, his voice low and his eyes squinting. "Hence the reason why I squandered most of my hours burying my nose in textbook after textbook. Pantalone and I had to prove ourselves worthy of living a life outside the orphanage. But this picture…"

Your boss grumbled. "This picture looks awfully similar to the only childhood picture I have taken. A large frown, beat-up uniform– a rage that I can relate to. I understand your child self all too well. Too well, in fact, that I feel the urge to burn this photograph like what I’ve done with mine."

He traced his thumb around your young self's image, shockingly intimate.

You blinked incessantly, trying to process all the information that he told you. First, your boss has no family left. Second, he’s an orphan raised alongside sir Pantalone. Third, he burned the only picture he had when he was a kid. You would pinch yourself but this conversation is jaggedly real.

As sensitive as this topic may be, your skepticism slips out as easily as breathing. "You burned your only childhood photo?"

Zandik ruminated.

"Curious as to what I would've looked like? You don’t seem to find my decision very agreeable."

"Who would?" You didn't mean to whine, but the tone of your voice made you sound like complaining. "What possessed you to do that?! Now no one would know what you looked like, not even yourse–"

"I didn't look too different as to who I am now," Zandik answered, his usual confidence coming back. "Only back then, shades of purple bruises would overlap my face, arms, legs, and stomach. If I loathed my natural features I would've done something drastic to tweak my appearance."

"Of course, you would, hair surgeon." You jokingly muttered Childe's best Dottore insult.

"What was that?"

For the sake of the hair Ajax is trying to grow out, you need to change the subject, fast.

"Master Zandik, I have to ask– aren’t you supposed to hate me? Pray tell, what are you doing here then?”

It’s been bothering you since he walked in. If he wants his “crush” for you to disappear, then why the hell is he spending more time with you?

Surprisingly, Zandik was also stunned by your question. His eyes went wide, perplexed.

“... What are you talking about?”

“You know what I meant.” You deadpanned. “The contract, what else?”

“Contract?” He squinted. “What contract? Is it a contract revised by Zhongli?”

“An astute guess.” You mocked his tone. “Yes, it is. Perhaps we’ve handled so many workloads the past month because of Sir Alberich’s eye-plucking shenanigans that’s why you forgot. To put it simply, you ordered me to act less attractive in exchange for a pay raise.”

“What?”

He looked at you incredulously, as if you were joking.

“Is this some kind of twisted joke?” Zandik huffed. “I would do no such thing. That’s...”

His demeanor shifted once, then twice. After a moment of silence, he nodded.

“Forgive me, you’re right. I did propose that contract, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And I also confessed my affection for you as well?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Pity.” He muttered, his tone grieving. “There should be no other person who can understand me more than I do.”

Zandik glared. “But why on earth is He trying to sabotage us.”

He?

“What are you talking about?”

Zandik gritted his teeth and smiled. “No matter. There’s no need for concern, darling.”

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Did Master Zandik always have shark-like teeth?

He reached out and ruffled your hair slightly, but there is an ominous aura that lingered in his expression. It was akin to self-loathing, but not quite. Zandik pulled his hand back slowly, clenching it into a fist as he walked away.

You will never understand what he was talking about. After all, “Zandik” failed to mention the most important aspect of that photograph.

He had no parents, aunts, uncles, cousins… But the outcast did stand next to someone in that single childhood photo he had.

And that person was the picture-perfect imitation of himself, the perfect “sibling”.

Il Dottore laughed.

Now, if he could just throw him in the fire too…

Ansytea: Thank you so much for joining the match-up event Bakery Anon! Please don't chop, cook, and serve me to faceless!ayato–

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freedvmrouge · 5 months

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INJURY.

fandom: marvel.

character(s): moon knight, soldier.

word count: 472.

tags & warnings: pov marc spector, moon knight (2021-2023), existential dread.

summary: marc comes back to midnight mission (is. 25) after a brutal battle and gets patched up by soldier.

masterlist.

Marc's at the end of his rope. He can hardly feel his arms and his legs are this close to completely giving in. He knew following 8-Ball would be a trap. He went anyway. He needed to find the new Black Spectre and 8-Ball's information was too good to be true. Sometimes, he's just gotta bite the bullet, he supposes.

However, he thinks there are enough deep lacerations and bullet holes in him now to fill a very morbid museum.

Badr may be a doctor, a damn fine one actually, but even Marc can't deny how horrendous his current state of being is. It's never been as clear as this exact moment.

The next time one of my sons dies while I am imprisoned, I cannot resurrect him.

That's what Khonshu said to Badr when he came back from the dead.

The poor man. That was only his first resurrection as a Fist of Khonshu. How many has Marc had now? Four? Six? He always says that he isn't afraid to die. He's reckless to a fault and his last death probably should've been his due. But here he is with even more chances.

"Boss?!" He hears Soldier from somewhere to his left. "What happened?!"

Marc is soon gently manhandled towards a table, not unlike how they first met. Except that time, he and Reese were treating Soldier and Marc still felt invincible.

Not so invincible after all, eh? Jake remarks with a scoff.

"Wrong side of a machine gun," Marc grumbles.

"Please tell me that wasn't a joke," Soldier pleads as he pulls out the first aid kit. "Actually, I take that back. Please tell me that was a joke."

All he can do is puff out air in some facsimile of a laugh. He sends a quiet thank you to the Midnight Mission for dropping him off with Soldier and not Reese or Greer.

Soldier keeps talking through his treatment, trying to dig for information. He's worried. That's nothing new. Yet when he thinks about all the living beings that now count on him, Marc's frozen.

Even if he dies tonight, the Midnight Mission will continue. Reese and Soldier would take over, possibly even Greer, too. But would they be able to? If Marc didn't have his duty to fulfill each night and every night following, would he have been able to?

"I'll get more bandages tonight. We're running low."

Marc hums. He turns his head to look at Soldier, focused entirely on the task at hand, and doing a fine job at it.

When Soldier finishes wrapping Marc up, he neatly puts away the first aid kit and Marc remains seated. It feels like the world has shifted on its axis once more.

Finally found that will to live, have you? Steve so helpfully notes.

"Maybe so," Marc concurs.

#gen prompt bingo #gen prompt bingo round 25 #bingo fill #writing challenge #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #mr. knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight oneshot #moon knight one shot #marc spector fanfic #marvel #marvel comics #marvel 616 #marvel fandom #marvel fanfiction #how tf do i tag soldier

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loving-barnes · 2 years

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Vendetta - Vendetta (19)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: some fluff, angst, dark themes (murder torture, mention of sexual assault, violence, blood, mocking etc.), smut (unprotected sex, oral, praising etc.), this is a ride

Autor’s note: We are almost done. This one is again longer and weirder and I put there some sexy times. I think this chapter is overall weaker but I did my best. It could have been better, I guess.

Viewer discretion is advised. This story is for readers 18+!

Word count: 7200+

Chapter eighteen

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Vendetta (19)

“Can you tell me? Please can you tell me about the surprise?” Y/N kept asking with a wide smile on her face as Bucky was driving them to the warehouse where they locked up Erik.

Bucky shook his head, not giving away anything. “Honey, you need to be patient.” His eyes never left the road. “But I have some spare clothes for us. I don’t want you to get that pretty dress messy.”

She kinked a brow and licked her lips. “Spare of clothes, you say?” Y/N started to think out loud. “Well, we are on our way to kill Erik. I believe that we will change into something more comfortable because it is going to be a massacre,” she clapped her hands excitedly. “But wait,” she stopped, “Strange is coming with us.” She turned around and looked at the car following behind them. “And he’s a doctor which means… Will we be taking out Erik’s organs?”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Bucky laughed. “You just have to wait.”

She kept quiet for a few minutes before she started to talk again. “You know, tonight was fun. And you said such sweet words about me, it made my heart melt.”

Without breaking his gaze on the road, he grabbed her hand gently and pulled it to his lips, kissing it. “You deserve nothing but the best, Y/N. I must say, your entrance was spectacular. You made me hard, honey.”

“Good to know,” she said. “I hope later tonight we will be able to celebrate, just the two of us, in our own way,” she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned closer to him and kissed him under his ear. It didn’t stop there. Her lips moved to his jaw, nibbling on it.

He hummed and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Fuck, Y/N, if you keep doing this, we will end in an accident. I believe you don’t want that.”

She hummed and pulled away. “Once this is done, can we go to the apartment where I was hidden these last few days?” she asked him as her finger kept stroking his chin.

“Sure,” he nodded. As she was about to sit back, Bucky quickly turned his head to her and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. “No more teasing, gorgeous.”

“I can’t help it,” she put back her seatbelt. “If you must know, it is your fault.”

Bucky took out his phone and dialled a number. As he put the phone to his ear, he replied to Y/N. “My fault, you say?”

Clint: Boss?

Bucky: I’m going to need you in the warehouse once you are done at the restaurant.

Clint: Which warehouse do you have in mind?

Bucky: I will text you the exact location. Once you are there, wait outside until we are done. It might take an hour or two. It all depends on how things will go.

Clint: Sure thing. We are finishing here.

Bucky: Good. I’ll send you the address. See you later.

When the call was done, he handed the phone to Y/N. “Could you please write Clint the address of the warehouse we are heading to?” he asked her politely.

She took the phone and typed the message. Her eyes landed on the picture he had put as the background. It still seemed surreal that it was her who he kept looking at every time he unlocked his phone.

Less than thirty minutes later, they arrived at the warehouse. There was only one black van present and that belonged to Bucky’s men. The outside area was quiet and covered in darkness. When they stepped out of the car, Bucky went into the boot of the car, taking out a black travel bag. He then approached his girl and took her hand into his, helping her out. “Are you ready?”

“Ending Killmonger’s life? Hell yeah,” she said excitedly. “That fucker deserves it.”

“Alright,” Bucky nodded and pulled her body closer to his. His left arm wrapped around her waist and his lips pressed against her temple. “But there is something I need you to know about the surprise.”

“Alright,” it sounded more like a question.

“I need you to know that the moment you feel uncomfortable or don’t want to proceed, you just say the word and I will take care of everything.”

Her eyes widened and fear ran down her body. “Uh,” she couldn’t muster a word. “O-Okay. W-What is it, Buck?”

They entered the building and headed straight to an old office. It was empty. There was a couch a table with an older computer and a rustic chair. He threw the bag on top of the table next to the big monitor. The place smelled like mustiness and mould. “We should renovate this place,” she said mostly to herself. “Wait, we got rid of this place a long time ago,” she shook her head.

Bucky handed her the clothes he brought her. Simple black leggings, shirt and converse shoes. Without asking, he approached her from behind, unzipping the dress on the back. He breathed in her sweet scent, smiling. He desired her. Like a magnet, he leaned to her neck, kissing it. “You are driving me crazy,” he whispered.

His fingers slipped under the straps and pushed them off her shoulders, letting the fabric slip down off her body. Y/N stood in front of him in nothing but high heels and matching lacy underwear. “Fuck,” he licked a stripe over her pulse and hummed. “I’m going to cum in my pants if I don’t let you go.”

She reached for the black leggings and started to put them on. When her ass brushed gently against his crotch, he moaned. “Baby, we have to wait just a tiny bit longer.”

Bucky took off his fancy suit, folding it over the chair. He too brought himself some spare shoes and jeans. But he decided to keep on the white button-up shirt. He turned around just in time. Y/N was about to put on the shirt. “No, no, wait,” he stopped her urgently.

“What? What!” she lowered the shirt and looked down at her stomach and breasts. She didn’t see anything unusual there.

He scanned her body carefully and then with a wide smile said “okay, you good.”

“What the fuck, Barnes?” she laughed and put on the shirt. Then, she rolled up the sleeves. “Sexual harassment at work? That’s very unprofessional.” She turned around as if she was trying to find something. “Any weapons?”

He smiled. “It has been set in the main room,” he fixed his clothing and took off his expensive watch. Bucky put them into the travel bag. He kept his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. “Are you ready?”

When she nodded in agreement, once again, he pulled her close to his body, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Together, they walked out of the office. “Again, Y/N, I want you to know that whenever you want to stop, or you don’t want to do anything at all, you just tell me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, even though I realize you might be the moment you see what I got for you.”

Y/N had many questions on her mind. She kept staring at him like an idiot, not having a single idea what that speech was about. “Bucky, baby, if this is some kind of sexual thing then I…”

Her breath got stuck in her throat when her eyes found two men tied to metal chairs in nothing but their briefs. She knew them both. Her stomach twisted and turned and immediately, she took a step back. She had trouble breathing. It all came rushing back to her. All those memories were back and suddenly, she was back in the showers, on the cold floor, naked as the men were standing above her when they were done.

Bucky’s head appeared in front of her and his hands gently caressed her cheeks. “Breathe for me,” she heard him say. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“Why did you bring them here?” she whispered. Her voice was shaking.

“They’ve hurt you,” he started to talk softly. “When I heard what they did to you, I promised that I would do everything in my power to hunt these fuckers down and bring them to you, so you can have your revenge.” There was something in his voice she hadn’t seen or heard before. Pain and sorrow. The way his eyes were staring at her, was filled with love but also with anger. “With the help of my men, we were able to bring them here. This is my gift to you,” he stepped aside and pointed at those two men.

Now she noticed that their mouths were stuffed with a piece of black fabric. They couldn’t talk or scream. Only whining could be heard.

“Wow,” was all she managed to say.

“Before we get rid of Erik, I want you to have a go at these two if you want,” he offered. “It’s all up to you, honey. Just know that they can’t hurt you now. If they try to escape, there will be a bullet between their eyes in a millisecond.”

“This is my surprise?” said Y/N quietly, as if she didn’t want them to hear her. “Revenge?”

Bucky closed the gap between them by resting his forehead against hers. One of his hands was on the back of her neck and the other on her hip. “It is killing me to know what those assholes, those animals did to you. I want them to suffer; I want them dead. I want them to pay for what they had done to you. And I want them to feel nothing but pain before their lives will end tonight,” a growl escaped his throat.

With a loud sigh, she brought his lips to hers, kissing him with everything she got. It was filled with many unspoken emotions and he could feel it. “I love you, James.” When she looked back at him, she noticed his eyes were glossy. “Why did you bring Strange here?” she tilted her head to the side and locked eyes with the doctor who was standing not far from them, with carry-on fridges and medical utensils.

“Eh, business,” he said with a smile. “Before they die, maybe we could get some of their organs.”

That single sentence brought out another set of loud whines from the men. No one gave them any reaction.

“Oh, I like that idea,” and the wide, beautiful smile was back on her face. “Extra coin would be good. Have you settled on the percentages with Strange? I mean, he’ll be the one doing the procedure, which means that he too should get something out of it.”

“Don’t worry, I got it covered.”

Y/N walked around her husband and approached both men. The whining didn’t stop. As if they were trying to tell her something but she didn’t give a shit. “I love the sounds you make,” she used the same sentence they once did. “So helpless, so vulnerable. No one is going to hear you here. No one is going to help you, boys.”

Bucky brought a folding chair that was next to the door. More of them were lying around the whole room. He sat down and put one leg over the other. He wanted to enjoy the show.

“Let me tell you a secret,” Y/N leaned forward, being closer to them. “I won’t be the one to kill you tonight. I won’t be the one who will harm you in any way.”

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Both men stopped whining for a moment and stared at her with wide eyes. One of them even had tears running down his cheeks.

“I will let my husband take charge and do as he pleases,” she informed them. “And believe me, he will do a great number on you two. He can use his wild imagination and harm you in any way he wants. And at the very end, when your life is barely hanging on a thread, Doctor Strange will get inside you and take some of your beautiful organs that will help good people to survive in this rotten world.”

That’s when the real muffled screaming started. Both men were trashing the chairs, trying their hardest to escape but to no avail. It was like music to her ears.

“Damn,” said Bucky under his nose. “My wife is hot when she’s angry and dark.”

She walked to him, hips swaying from side to side. “Make me proud, love.”

“Always.” They switched places. Y/N sat down on the chair and Bucky hopped on his feet, ready to have some fun. Before he left, he kissed her cheek. “Enjoy the show.”

“I will. You can enjoy the show later when I am taking life from Erik Stevens.”

The show started. At first, Bucky took out the fabric off their mouths so he could hear them scream and cry. He enjoyed punching the shit out of both men. Their faces were swelling up, bruising and bleeding from mouths and noses. One of them lost his teeth during the process. The way Bucky’s back and biceps flexed made Y/N cross her legs. He was so damn hot.

Bucky grabbed forceps from Strange’s table and walked back to the first man. He grabbed him by his short hair and pulled back. “You know, it was nice watching those teeth fly out of your mouth. How about we get rid of some more?”

Y/N was surprised to see Bucky forcefully open the man’s mouth and pull out several of his front teeth. It must have hurt like a bitch when she listened to the painful scream. Then again, it was in a twisted way beautiful. It was only a fraction of the pain she felt that night.

“I could make a necklace out of your teeth,” Bucky commented once he scanned the tooth he was holding with the forceps. “Although, good thing you are here because this one has a cavity.”

“Has your husband been this crazy even before?” Strange asked Y/N when he approached her. His hands were covered in white rubber gloves and wore a medical robe.

“His crazy matches my crazy,” she winked at the doctor.

It was like a live horror story happening in front of their eyes. As if she was in a theatre and there was a bloody and disgusting scene happening. Bucky approached the other man and with a knife carved on his forehead the word rapist. The blood was running down his face, covering his neck and shoulders. He made the cuts deep and painful.

“I’ve heard that you have a fiancé. How would she feel if she knew what kind of a pig you are,” said Bucky as he finished the word. “What do you say if we send her a picture?”

“Just kill me already,” said the man, tired from it all. “Let my fiancé be, please.”

“Ah, already begging,” Bucky kept that wicked smile on his face. “Does she know what you have done in the past? Does she know how you treat women? She’d be shocked to learn the truth.”

There were no words, just whining and moaning from all the pain.

“Such pussies,” Y/N scoffed. “They deserve to be beaten to death.”

“If we want to take some organs, we should not harm their stomachs and all,” said Steven nonchalantly. “Otherwise we won’t be able to take them. One kidney would give us so much money. Imagine what we can get for a heart. Bruised organs won’t do the trick.”

Her eyes focused back on Bucky who was throwing punches. The men’s faces were unrecognizable. They were swollen and covered in blood. And when he wasn’t punching them, he was breaking their bones. First the fingers, then the bigger bones. One of the men had a shoulder dislocated.

Suddenly, Y/N started to clap her hands, bringing Bucky’s attention to her.

“Yes, darling?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Why won’t we leave these two to Doctor Strange and have his fun while we move to the main event?” she asked lovingly. “I can’t wait to get my hands on Killmonger and end his life. This was nice. You did an amazing number on them.”

Taking a step back, Bucky turned his gaze at the two beaten-up men. One was missing teeth and the other one had a beautiful bloody sign on his forehead. It was a masterpiece. “Well, gentlemen, I think it’s time to say goodbye. You are in good hands with Doctor Strange and our men,” and he whistled loudly.

Another entrance door opened and four men walked in, dressed in black. Each one of them had black leather gloves on their hands and was ready to assist the doctor with the surgeries he was about to perform.

Bucky grabbed Y/N by the hand and helped her stand up from the chair. She didn’t mind that his hands were covered in blood. It looked how which might have sounded wrong.

“Beautiful,” she said with a smile.

Together, they walked into the old hall where there used to be cargo, machines and other equipment. Now, it was empty, spacious and covered in rust. There were puddles of water that didn’t get the chance to dry. In the very middle of the warehouse, there were two pillars and from them were hanging chains. Those chains were wrapped around Killmonger’s weak body.

Their men were pointing guns at him the whole time as they were ordered. If Erik tried something, they were allowed to inject him with some sedatives. That man was dangerous and therefore they had to take precautions. They knew he’d be able to escape the chains if he saw a tiny opportunity.

“Bucky,” she moaned into his ear. “You were so hot out there. I love that you did that for me.”

“Anything for you, honey.”

With a sweet kiss, they stopped in front of Killmonger who seemed out at the moment. “Rise and shine, dickhead,” Y/N called loudly. Her voice echoed around the hall and it did the trick to bring the man out of his slumber. His eyes crossed and he licked his dry lips. It seemed he wasn’t drinking for at least two days.

Screams could be heard from the other side of the warehouse, making everyone alert. “Ah, it has started,” Bucky said with a hint of happiness. “Your friends are in the hands of our doctor. You know, simple procedure – taking out their kidneys, livers, hearts and everything that can be sold to people in need.”

“What the fuck?” he mumbled when his head tilted up to see both Y/N and Bucky standing above him. He noticed Bucky’s hands covered in blood. Some of it even got on his white fancy shirt. “I see you enjoyed some fun time,” he commented.

“That was just foreplay,” Bucky laughed.

“Now, it’s time for the main event,” said Y/N and without waiting, she lunged at him, hitting his jaw with a fist. She got him good as blood splashed out of his mouth.

Bucky snapped his fingers and stepped aside. One of his men brought him a chair and sat on it. He had a beautiful view of the scene unfolding in front of him, as well as the gorgeous view of Y/N’s ass. Bucky didn’t need to establish who was doing what. His woman was in charge and he let her.

“I was waiting for this the moment we took you here,” she said. “Honestly, you are an imbecile, you know that? How could you fall for that stupid trick?” and she started to laugh. Suddenly, the men behind her laughed too. Turning around, Bucky was whispering to them how they managed to kidnap him.

“Well played,” said Erik as he took a deep breath. “So what are you going to do, little girl? Are you going to beat me up?” he mocked her by changing his voice to a baby one.

“I’m going to kill you,” she replied.

“And don’t you think this is unfair? I’m all tied up and can’t protect myself while you are having your fun.”

She squatted down to be at the same eye level as him. “And do you think it was fair when you assaulted me back in the military? Of course, it wasn’t. You just wanted to have your fun. Well, now I’m going have my.”

She stood up and took a step back, turning to the men. “Boys, I need you to put him higher so he’s standing up. It’s better to work on a bigger canvas. This won’t do the trick.”

When her eyes met with Bucky’s he was grinning at her like a maniac. His legs were spread wide as he sat on the chair comfortably. They kept staring at each other until there was creaking coming from behind her. And that’s when she noticed the tent forming inside his pants. She kinked a brow, chuckling. “Mr Barnes,” she said suggestively.

Without any shame, he stroked his semi-hard cock as he kept staring directly into her eyes. “If only you could see what I see, Mrs Barnes.”

Before she could continue her work, she quickly walked to Bucky and leaned in for a sloppy kiss. Her hand replaced his for a brief moment, just to feel how hard he was. “Stop, or I will fuck you in front of everyone. You know how I am… once I get a taste…”

“I can see that,” she bit his lower lip. “I saw what you did yesterday.”

“Mhm, but that was our first time together. Tonight, it won’t be our first time and I want to fuck you really good,” he whispered so only she could hear him. “Well, if you are up for it.”

“Are you two done?” Erik shouted from behind. “I can hear you here. You’d never be able to fuck her the way I and the boys did.”

“I know you can hear. I just want you to know what consent is,” Y/N rolled her eyes and straightened her back. Bucky almost whined when her hand left his crotch. “But then again, you are about to die so why bother and react to your stupid insults.”

He was about to say something but Y/N didn’t give him a chance. Like a train, she approached him and hit his nose with all the force she had. Her ears registered the sound of cracking. Blood started to pour down his nostrils. And then, a few more strikes followed, hitting his cheeks and jaw. She tore the skin under his eye. But that was just the beginning.

With a brisk walk, she came to one of the men that kept aiming at Erik and she took his knife. “I need this,” she said mostly to herself and walked back to her victim.

The tip of the blade started to trail over his neck, where his pulse was. Carefully, she nicked the skin to make him bleed. It wasn’t anything dangerous. And then she dragged it lower over his exposed muscular chest until it reached his briefs. Luckily, she still had those white rubber gloves, otherwise, she wouldn’t proceed. With a swift move, she cut them in half and exposed his penis to everyone present.

“You fucking bitch,” he hissed.

“What? Suddenly it is not okay if you are exposed to an audience?” she tilted her head. “And here I thought you liked exhibitionism.”

“Honey, I don’t want to see his junk,” said Bucky from behind her.

“Ashamed your dick is smaller?” Erik had to tease.

Y/N kept staring into Erik’s eyes when a wild smile appeared on her face, showing him her teeth. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to see it for a second longer.”

“What?” the man in front of her asked with a scream as her left hand grabbed him by the base and the right-hand cut right through it. Luckily, the knife was sharp and with a rapid movement, she got through it quickly, suddenly holding it in her hand. She could see tears coming out of his eyes as he kept shouting profanities at her.

“Holy shit!” Bucky screamed, shocked by what he saw. “Wow.”

Blood was pouring out of his body. Some of it ended on her black clothes and exposed forearms.

“Shit,” the men behind her whispered. One of them even crossed his legs, scared he would too get his dick chopped off.

“I should have killed you!” Erik shouted at Y/N with everything he had. “You fucking cunt! You whore! You fucking cumdump!”

All those insults made Bucky stand up from his chair and head to them. Without a second thought, he threw a punch directly into his face to shut him up. “I’m going to twist your arms and legs and broke every bone in your body if you insult her one more time.”

“Aw,” she smiled at Bucky. “That’s so nice.”

“Fuck you too! You two are the real fucking monsters in here.”

Y/N looked down at the chopped-off organ. “I thought I would feed this to the dogs we have but I like them a lot and wouldn’t give them anything like this.”

Erik was losing colour. The bleeding from his crotch didn’t stop. He was about to die of exsanguination. She had to admit it was a nice view. Dropping the penis on the ground, her hands started to work again. This time, she cut off his balls and let them drop down. “Now that’s what I call a proper castration.”

“Beautiful,” Bucky commented. “Now I know not to piss you off.”

“Let’s end this, shall we?” the grip on the handle tightened and she stabbed the knife right into Erik’s heart, twisting it. His mouth opened and more blood started to pour out of it. “You deserve nothing but painful death, you son-of-a-bitch.”

She kept staring at his face, watching as life was slowly fading away. It was fascinating. She could see the last breath he took; the last movement of his body or even when his head fell down. Dead.

The adrenaline that built inside her body kept decreasing rapidly. When she took in the scent of blood, metal and mould, her legs gave up. Luckily, Bucky was there to catch her. “Honey, are you alright?” Together, they sat down on the cold hard ground, not caring that their clothes were covered in blood and dirt. She took off the white rubber gloves and threw them somewhere beside her. That’s when she realized even Bucky had his gloves gone.

“It’s done,” she whispered. Her head rested on his shoulder as she kept breathing loudly. As if it was all coming together, the reality hit her like a freight car. “It’s all done. It’s over.”

He kissed her temple and smiled. “Yeah, it’s over, Y/N. The enemy is gone and the demons were killed.” Afterwards, he helped her get up on her feet and held her close to his body. When they turned to their men, they all seemed to be scared.

“This is what will happen to you if you betray us,” Y/N informed them with a strict tone. “You know the rules; you know what job you have to do and you know for who you work. If you do your job as expected, you’ll be rewarded. If you betray us or try to kill us, we will kill you – slowly, intimately, in every way possible.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.

Barnes was amused and proud. His girl, his wife, was able to do something that no one would have the guts to do. Hell, he was sure Steve or Sam wouldn’t be this brutal.

“Can I ask for a favour?” she asked them all. “I want you to put Killmonger’s body into cement and once it hardens, threw it into the ocean. That way no one will ever find him. It will be just a massive brick sitting on the very bottom of the sea.”

The terror in the men’s eyes was funny. She had to chuckle. “S-sure,” someone dared to say.

“Thank you,” she smiled and together with Bucky, they started to walk back into the old office where they collected their belongings.

Before she could reach for the bag, Bucky grabbed her by the hands and kneeled in front of her. She was confused. What the hell was he doing?

He kept kissing her hands. “I want you to know that you are my Queen.”

“James-“

“You are strong and intelligent and when someone crosses you, you become this fearless warrior, not giving anyone mercy. What you did tonight was spectacular. My father told me that one day, I will need a strong woman by my side. A woman that will be able to deal with the world we live in, and that she’ll be able to bear the heaviness of our world. And I found her,” he gave her hand another kiss. “I know that these last few weeks were crazy. We found out we love each other and suddenly, we got married and overall, it’s been a hell of a ride. We skipped a lot of things – first date, first getaway, engagement and we didn’t even have any of it.”

“Baby,” she tried her best to hold back the tears.

“But in the end, I love being with you, I love doing business with you and working with you. I love you, Y/N.”

In an instant, she was also on her knees, arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him passionately. Y/N wanted nothing more than to remain in this exact position, kissing him until the end of their lives. “When we met at the very beginning, I never thought you’d be this loving and amazing man. I love you, James Barnes.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you too, Y/N Barnes.”

It made her laugh. It seemed all so surreal to have his last name. Hell, she loved it.

A few minutes later, they were walking out of the warehouse back into Bucky’s car when they were met by Clint and his men. “Boss, how was the fun?” he smirked. Clint could see the blood all over their clothes.

“It was a ride, my friend,” said Bucky and patted his shoulder. “My wife was amazing. Oh, if you see a penis resting on the ground, just get rid of it.”

“And balls,” Y/N added.

“What the fuck?” Clint seemed horrified. “You chopped off someone's genitals?”

“No, of course not. I just did a castration but without instructions,” she shrugged and winked at the man. “That should be a new Youtube challenge.”

“Honey, don’t give children any ideas,” Bucky shook his head.

Clint whistled. “Well, shit. Alright, I’m going to clean up after you two lovebirds.”

“Also, Doctor Strange is still there. He might be taking some organs from two more victims that are there,” said Bucky. “Just let him work in peace.”

“Dude,” Clint shook his head. “I have no words. I don’t think I want to know more. I’ll be relieved when the clean-up is done and I get to go to bed after this night.”

Their ways had split. While Clint and the men when inside the warehouse, Bucky and Y/N got in the car, driving back to Bucky’s apartment where his wife was hiding for the past three days. During the ride, they discussed the evening and talked about every detail of the night. It was until Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s crotch again and she could see he was hard again – or still?

She bit her lip and sneaked a glance at him. “Mr Barnes, are you horny again? Even after everything you saw?”

“I am still hard for you, Y/N. When I saw you standing there, beating the shit out of Killmonger, I was close to taking you right there, in front of everyone,” he admitted. “And when you got that knife, oomph, I almost came in my pants.”

She relaxed in her seat and spread her legs apart. Without thinking, she grabbed his right hand and put it high on her thigh. Throughout the whole time, she kept staring at the road. Even when his hand got higher and he started to rub her clothed pussy. Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. And when his hand slipped under the waistband of the leggings she wore, her breath hitched.

His fingers got under the panties and found her soft pussy lips. This time, she gasped loudly. “My dirty girl wants to be touched before we get home?” Bucky’s middle fingers went over her clit and followed lower to her entrance, collecting wetness. “Already wet for me,” he stated.

After he played with her pussy a little, he brought the hand back out and licked his fingers, humming delightfully. “You taste divine,” he said. “I can’t wait until I have my head buried between your legs.”

It took them some more time until they arrived back at Bucky’s rental. Like a gentleman, he took the travel bag and opened the door to his lady. She grabbed his free hand and together they walked into the building.

While they were standing in the elevator, he pushed her against the wall, gazing into her eyes. He could get lost in them. Bucky didn’t kiss her or touched her. He had his body pressed against her, breathing in her scent, his nose brushing against her temple. It was her who had to do something. She bit his lower lip and gently pulled on it.

With a ding, they knew it was time to leave the elevator. Both were walking slowly side by side. Once they entered Bucky’s apartment and the door closed, he was immediately on her. His strong arms wrapped around her body and he pushed her against the wall. Their mouths were locked together in a sloppy kiss.

“Can I?” he had to ask between all the kisses.

“Yes,” she smiled at him, loving that he asked again.

Both their shoes were gone as they started to move deeper into the apartment. His hands started to work on her leggings, taking them off. She stepped out of them and Bucky threw them somewhere on the floor in the hallway.

They entered the spacious living room connected with the kitchen. She got rid of his bloody white shirt, letting it fall down. She could never get enough of the sight in front of her. His body was made by gods, she was sure of it.

Bucky got impatient. They neared the dining table. He let her go for a few seconds, only to wipe off everything from the table. The vase with flowers he got her yesterday afternoon broke and the flowers spread around the floor. And then, he was back on his mission to get rid of her tight black shirt. This time it was easier as she held her arms up and helped him with it.

She was in front of him in nothing but matching lacy underwear he salivated over in the warehouse. Bucky grabbed her into his arms and helped her lay down on the table.

“Such beautiful dinner,” he chuckled as he admired her body on the table. She had that smile on that made him melt. “I’m going to have a feast.”

She reached behind her head and took out some of the pins so her hair could fall down and freely frame her face. When he saw that, he moaned. Y/N wanted to get to him to have his lips on her again, but he had a different plan.

He spread her legs and his right arm touched her clothed pussy. After a few rubs hit trailed up until it reached her breasts and squeezed the left one. “I’m going to ruin you, princess. Would you like that?”

Her eyes sparkled from all the lust and excitement. She had learnt that sex could be a pleasurable experience. He proved it last night. This was a whole new level of exploration for her. The way he was standing in front of her, admiring her as if she was a goddess. Something about it all made her whine. The view of a muscular chest, while still wearing the jeans made her roll her eyes as butterflies and shivers run all over her body.

“Bucky,” she whispered his name.

His fingers gripped the hem of the panties and pulled them off her, enjoying how they brushed her soft legs. And there she was, exposed to him and only him. He couldn’t wait any longer as he dove right into her pussy, licking and sucking on it.

The sounds that escaped Y/N’s mouth were music to his ears. She kept writhing under him, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. He was able to find the right spot that made her go crazy. “This pussy is mine only,” he said possessively.

“Yes, all yours,” she managed to say through the moans that were coming out of her.

When she raised her head up, she saw him looking at her while he kept sucking on her clit. She was a goner. That view alone brought her closer to her orgasm. She wasn’t able to tell to him. Suddenly, Y/N’s body was in another world as the orgasm hit her hard. And he continued his ministrations only to hear even louder sounds coming out of her mouth.

“I-“ she had trouble talking. “Sensitive.”

Bucky chuckled and kissed her clit before he pulled from her pussy and kept on that significant smirk of his. “I could watch you all day. Hell, I could eat you out the whole week.”

Y/N sat up, quickly finding his lips in a hungry kiss. She didn’t care she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. It was hot. As she kept him distracted by the kiss, her hands travelled down his hard abs until she found the zipper of his jeans and unzipped them. Then her hands slipped inside, right under his briefs, taking his hard cock into her hand.

This time it was him who moaned. “Fuck, honey.”

She took him out, her eyes falling down to have a look at him. It was tempting to take his cock into her mouth and reciprocate the same pleasure as he gave to her. His cock looked delicious.

Her other hand pushed his chest and he stepped back. She hopped off the table. He grabbed her by the hand and brought her to the couch. Bucky took off the rest of his clothes, finally being naked. He sat down on the couch. His hands grabbed her smaller one. He was about to pull her on top of him, but instead, she fell down on her knees between his legs.

“Shit, Y/N,” his eyes widened. “You don’t… ahhh,” he gasped as her lips wrapped around the head, tasting him. “Holy shit.”

She chuckled and licked a long stripe from the base until the tip. Watching Bucky being lost in pleasure made her feel powerful. He kept breathing loudly, letting out sweet sounds as she continued giving him head, slowly bobbing her head.

He felt like he died and was in heaven. He didn’t expect to get a blowjob from her. He thought she’d want to wait a bit longer. And here she was, on her knees, making him melt into the couch.

“Come here,” he stopped her, impatient. “I must have you.”

“But-“

“Nah,” he shook his head and helped her up to her feet. “I want you to ride me, sweet girl. Can you do that?”

Her hands reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It slid down her arms, leaving her finally all naked for her man. Slowly, she crawled on top of him. His right hand brushed her chest and rested on her neck. Their lips met again, tongues battling as they made out for another minute.

Taking him into her hand, she lined it with her entrance. Carefully, she lowered herself, feeling his cock stretching her out. The sound that escaped her mouth only made him smile. “So tight,” he said.

The slapping sound of skin could be heard around the living room. Bucky kept his hand on her neck, squeezing it lightly just to put some pressure. He was testing the waters. He noticed she liked being choked during sex.

“Fuck,” she hissed under her nose as she tried to speed up the pace. “Bucky, you are so big.”

He grinned at her. Both of his hands found her ass and squeezed it tightly. “Am I filling you well?” he asked. “Come on, pretty girl, cum for me. Can you do that?”

She shook her head. “I need you to play with my clit,” she admitted shamelessly.

His mouth found one of her nipples and sucked on it hard. “As you wish.” His fingers found her little bundle of nerves and started to toy with it. It brought out a new set of moans and he could cum just from hearing them.

“Please, keep going,” she whispered as she felt his digit on her clit, circling it. “That’s it, James.”

“Love when you, ah, say my name,” his eyes rolled when he felt her walls squeezing him tightly. “Fuck, Y/N, come with me,” he stopped his ministrations and grabbed her by the waist.

Before she could process what happened, he was holding her tightly and her legs wrapped around his waist. Somehow he managed to be buried deep inside her.

Bucky took them into the bedroom where he gently put her on the bed and kissed her lips. “Can we continue?” he asked, just in case she didn’t want to proceed.

“Please, I want to cum on your cock,” she whined.

As she wished, he went in, fucking her deep and fast. The way her eyes rolled and she was mumbling incoherent words, let him know that she was lost in pleasure. Her heels were digging deep into his lower back. “Come on, let me hear you.”

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” her voice was high-pitched. One of her hands went between their bodies, stroking her clit. “I’m so close.”

He smacked her hand, making her take it away and switched it with his. As he did it, her back arched. “Fuck,” he smiled. “Look how pretty you are. Cum, Y/N. I want to you cum around my cock.”

And she did. Just like the first time, the orgasm was intense. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. Her mouth was wide open as her walls were swallowing his thick length deep inside her. Y/N was out. Somewhere in the back, she could hear his muffled sounds floating around her.

When she opened her eyes, Bucky had his closed as he reached his peak, spilling his seed deep inside her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept mumbling. “I’m cumming.”

That sight alone made her squeeze his cock one more time until he emptied himself.

And then there was nothing but heavy breathing. When he rolled down, he brought Y/N with him, making her body press against his naked one. “Such good girl,” he praised her. “I love you.”

"I love you too, Buck."

Chapter Twenty

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darthvaderofmiddle-earth · 4 months

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I don't talk about this enough. But! Dishwashing caused me permanent nerve damage in my shoulder. I had a boss who wanted me to work the bakery while also cleaning trays, but I could only be permitted to clean the trays after everyone was out of the kitchen including herself because she did not want to be seen with people cleaning them. Thus, I was only given like 2 hours at most to clean well over 100 trays a day, dry them, stack them back up, and it's important to note that each cycle took exactly 10 minutes, and the washer could only hold 10 trays at a time.

So basically, while rushing back and forth to pull things out of the bakery case and ring up customers, slice bread, get cakes, refill every space in the case that was empty, take orders, answer the phone, and clean the case head to toe daily (it was about 25-30 feet long), I somehow had to manage to get over 10-15 loads of trays cleaned, dried, and stacked, all within 2 hours at most.

And the speed at which I had to do this, it was so ridiculous and unattainable, that I ended up dislocating a disc in my spine which pinched nerves in my shoulder, and it will never go back to its original position. I spent over $3k on physical therapy that did nothing for the nerves and disc, and was given nothing else to relieve the pain.

All OTC stuff (muscle relaxers, painkillers, numbing relief) does nothing at all. And no doctor wants to give me prescription strength relaxers or painkillers, even though I'm already dealing with chronic pain all throughout my entire body from arthritis and lupus.

I was working for $12/hr with no bonuses, raises, and promotions. Everyone except for 1 guy and 1 woman treated me like dog shit. They ridiculed me for everything I did and didn't do, acted like I was far below them even though I was the backbone of the bakery, and no one cared when I got the nerve damage, so I literally quit on them. Wrote my 2 weeks notice while on the clock on a sheet of notebook paper, and left it on the boss's desk.

I was hired on to bake things. And I didn't even make 1 single cookie in all the time I worked there. I, instead, wound up with a permanent injury at 20 years old, that I'm stuck with forever, just because of ridiculous and literally impossible expectations of a dishwasher.

Fuck jobs. Fuck worker abuse. Fuck bosses. She was shitty, and awful, and did nothing but snap at everyone, set everyone on edge at all times, and make up rules that were not written down whereas the legit ones were, and expected me to follow all the made up rules even when I wasn't told what they were. If I didn't know because I wasn't told, that's my problem! I'm at fault!! And, her expectations literally ruined my body.

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harrison-abbott · 5 months

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Back to the Office

They said they’d give me a holiday. Each employee was entitled to one – what it said in my contract. So I asked seven weeks before this particular date that I requested off. They kept saying that they’d look into it for me. The assistant boss (who was my line boss), said that, sure, he could give it a looking into. I followed him up about it once, maybe three weeks before the date: because there was a specific event I really wanted to go to and needed to book tickets and so on … And the boss just never got back to me about it, and so I didn’t get my one day holiday. Then Christmas time came. And I was off for five days and this was pleasant. But it you work so intensely for a long period and then you get a break, you tend to relapse and are too wiped out to do anything. Then back in January it was straight back to the office. Most of the employees were miserable or angry. The big boss was the latter bracket. He hadn’t had a jolly Xmas. And displaced his rage on the workers, several times, including me, in these childish spouts of wrath. January was real tricky. The cold seemed to make the city extra mucky, I thought, when I walked too and from the bus stop in the dark. I wondered whether I’d gotten myself into this sticky position through my own fault. Whether that laisse faire notion had some truth to it? But I plugged onwards anyway. It got to March when there was a bit more daylight. In April, there was this one thing on a Friday night I was invited to. My oldest mate’s birthday party; he lived in another city; so I would have to get an early coach down in order to make the gathering. So I asked my line boss, “Hey, Charlie. You reckon I could book this one Friday off next month? I can work off everything from the Monday to Thursday and even do extra time then if you like? Would that be okay?” And he said, “Ah, sorry Phil: we put all your holiday hours through last Christmas.” – “You did?” – “Yeah. Apologies.” I was going to say to him, But I didn’t ask for them to be put through then. He had already walked out of the canteen with his mug of coffee. Examples like these began to pile up. I get that not everybody wants to be working a sallow grimy job; but I had way worse jobs when I was younger, and the difference with those was that the colleagues were all fun. They just mucked and joked about and that’s what made it bearable. With this place, the only humour you got was when the big boss made fun of the lower level workers during the Monday staff meetings. And it received forced chuckling from the others because they were all afraid of him. And then in the Autumn of that year, I got properly sick. Developed this respiratory illness and I couldn’t go into work. Was bedbound. The boss was suspicious and wanted to see doctor notes. I had to prove I was ill. And I gave him the medical letter. Emailed it him because I was too sick to leave the house. He’d call me up when I was trying to convalesce with this moody leaden voice, wondering when I was returning. Then I did go back to work eventually. But far too soon. And it worsened the illness. The boss got angry, again. Then I, finally, got wrathful in return. I’m not an aggressive man but there comes that switch point where you snap and you get the abuser back. So I handed in my notice. Do you know?: they wanted me to work a longer notice period than was in my contract. Suddenly they wished me there because they realised, only now that I was leaving, how quality an employee I was. When they hadn’t bothered to appreciate me before. Good riddance to that place, indeed.

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pointreyesjournal · 7 months

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The Amnesiac : ep12

Steve McQueen And A Motorcycle Called "The Monster"

Any reasonably sensible man should, at a time like this, get a doctor’s note, call both HR and his boss to explain the situation thoroughly and then grovel shamelessly, begging for his job back. It’s a solid tactic, and I wouldn’t fault any man for doing it. But you have to ask yourself if that’s what Steve McQueen would do in a situation like this. Grovel? Surely you jest. Spend the afternoon looking out from behind the visor of a motorcycle helmet, trying to sort out what’s happening in his life? Very Steve.

The bump on my forehead announces its presence with authority as the motorcycle helmet slips down past my ears. Pain be damned, I’m going to ride. I’m certain it will help me understand this episode of amnesia, so I plunge the Ducati starter button and listen to the two big cylinders rumble to life. Nothing sounds like a Ducati, especially a vintage Ducati like mine. In 1992, following a decade where everything was either synthetic, digital, or plastic, Ducati hired designer Miguel Galluzzi to create a motorcycle that was simple, masculine, high performance, easy to manufacture and fun to ride. The Monster was born. Lacking the plastic fairings that were de rigueur for the day, the Monster used the engine as a stressed member of the chassis and connected the front end of the bike with a gorgeous, welded metal trellis.

What was initially intended to be a design study was an instant hit and has become a perennial best seller. Every time I swing a leg over the saddle, I tell myself “this is what Steve would have ridden.” A pure racing machine has ergonomics similar to the rack used to quarter Sir William Wallace. But the Monster, the Monster is your dance partner. The Rita Hayworth to your inner Fred Astaire. Comfortable, fast, exciting, sexy … dangerous. The dance is so delicate that one blink, one wrong move and you’re stardust.

The motorcycle helmet is the original virtual reality headset … a completely immersive 3D experience that overwhelms the senses and pushes your brain into what psychologists call “flow state.” Time warps into slow motion. Arms and legs seem to operate independently from your own mind and you can watch your limbs in wonder and admire how deftly they operate the controls of the bike, at 100 miles per hour, all while deeply contemplating other areas of your life.

I’m hoping that the flow state will trigger some memories in my brain as I hurl myself south along the treacherously twisty cliffside Pacific Coast Highway through Big Sur. But it doesn’t work. Instead, I do an analysis of my work situation and decide to send a short email to my boss and HR explaining to them that I accept the termination, and wish them the best of luck in the future. Seeing that, my boss will certainly reach out personally, and I’ll explain the situation then. But, I don’t want a job right now. I just want to know where the hell I’ve been for the past month.

With that decided, I endeavor to just enjoy the remainder of my motorcycle ride. And I do.

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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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if i lose it's your fault.

pairings — doctor!seungmin x lawyer!fem reader ft. assistant jisung (txt's soobin and beomgyu's appearances)

genre — quite angsty, romance, nsfw, smut, mystery au, mafia au, skz "freeze" inspired concept au, action

warnings — seungmin's a mafia, basically, everyone in skz is part of the mafia, mentions of sex, smut, protected sex, slight degrading, fingering, mentions of blood, murder, death, wounds, and deadly weapons (knives, guns, etc.), swearing, mentions of alcohol, contains inaccuracies and grammatical errors.

words — 11.8k

notes — this took me a while to decide that i should write this fic because of their concept and also, i got some ideas from the kdrama vincenzo. like i said, i don't recognize this au theme as an aesthetic and if you're not comfortable with the next scenes, please don't read it. thank you. not proofread. ps. i'm not good with smut so i apologize if i disappoint you :((

[ prologue ] — the prologue wasn't really followed :'<

20:00, Saturday, house number, 314, 7thStreet, XXXXX Village.

Camera clicks were focused on a lifeless body was found, blood scattered along the floor. Broken glass of wine was spilled that correlates to the thick substance. The suspect checked the photos a few times and shrugged his shoulders at the sight of the victim. A sigh escaped from his lips, lifting his sleeves towards his elbows and slid his camera inside his bag, taking the back door as an exit. The victim’s son came home two hours after the crime happened, screaming at the sight of his father. He panicked, and called an ambulance, his father is dead. The youngest son came home a few minutes after his brother did and fainted at the scene.

News spread quickly that night, the law firm was shocked at the founding father’s sudden passing. What was the cause? Murder. Weapon? A silencer gun and a paring knife. How many bullets? One. How many stabs? 10. Where was the victim hit? Forehead from the gun, chest and stomach from the knife. Primary suspect? Unidentified. Identification of the victim? Choi Seok, male, 72.

A smirk was formed on the suspect’s face after cleaning his mess, “Serves you right old man.”

A sigh escaped from the Wolves’ mafia boss after reading the newspaper headline and rubbed his forehead with a small smirk formed on his lips. He placed the newspaper down on his coffee table and went to the meeting room where he had his other co-members while one is missing.

Seungmin let out a harsh sigh as he stopped tapping the cotton with antiseptic on your fresh cut, removing his glasses in annoyance.

“Good gracious Y/N if you stop whining it wouldn’t hurt as much.” He said as you frowned at him. “What? Do you want me to treat it or not?”

“Sorry.” You sighed in response and slouched on your seat, trying not to whine.

“Thank you.” He replied, wearing his glasses again as he continued. You couldn’t help to wince in pain when he’s like pouring the antiseptic, but he’s being gentle on trying to ease the bleeding of your fresh cut yet that’s how you feel on the disinfectant. “You should move places if it bothers you to stay there. Just look at you. Sleepless nights, loud neighbors, scarce on your comfort of living, what else? And aren’t you suppose to earn a lot of money since you’re a lawyer and everyone likes you?” He retorted not taking his eyes away from your forearm.

“That’s not how it works. If only it’s easy to find somewhere else to stay. Expensive apartments are far from the law firm.” You said making him shake his head in disappointment.

“Why don’t you move in with me instead?” He smirked as you glared at him and he just laughed it off at the end with his eye smile. “I’m just kidding, you’re too serious Y/N.”

“You’re lucky you’re my friend or else I’ll sue you for flirting with me.” You replied rolling your eyes yet he just let out a chuckle and wrapped your cut with a gauze bandage with a wide rectangular cotton pad inside, enough to cover everything.

“There’s no law about flirting unless if I made you uncomfortable, that’s sexual harassment.” He smiled as you watch him do his job, sighing at the fact that he knows how to dwell from your statements.

Seungmin has been working as your residence doctor in the law firm. You didn’t know why he established a clinic in the office when he could do his job in the hospital or somewhere independent. But at least you’re thankful that he’s there, working 24/7, and can be accessed whenever you need him. Given the example of what’s happening right now when you’re supposed to take a rest after a tiring day but you ended up driving back to the law firm after confronting your drunk neighbor being loud as hell. Screw the thin walls and poor construction of the apartments, you couldn’t even concentrate if you were reading some cases during late nights. The stupid old man threw a bottle of beer on you and held your arms as defense, explaining the frustration on Seungmin’s face. Luckily, there were still a few colleagues of yours working at his hour, including the cute doctor.

Aside from his medical career, Seungmin also knows a lot about the law because his father was a lawyer. And if you would say a lot, he told you that he read his father’s books and code of laws when he’s bored. You can also admit that he has the potential to become one because you couldn’t deny the fact that he makes you dumbfounded when he explains something about all the cases you’ve been assigned to which they all made sense. He would also watch your trials and highlights your mistakes.

“Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes. “You should become a lawyer yourself, not a doctor.”

“I prefer to study medicine than to deal with the law. I know your frustrations and headaches every time Jisung would give tons of papers to read. Besides, I already know a lot.” He smiled as he secured the gauze band-aid with a small safety pin. “That’s good to go. Just don’t be careless next time. Go to a hotel or somewhere comfortable. You can’t stay here for the night, are you?”

“I can’t sleep here. This place makes me think about work.” You sighed.

“Then why did you come here instead of a hospital, dumbass?” He asked as he stood up, cleaned the area, and took all his stuff inside the first aid box.

“I was reading the murder case of Mr. Choi and I’m trying to focus. Going to a hospital would be a waste of time. This case has no suspect yet, I still have to contact the detective in charge.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded in response.

“This is so frustrating it’s been 3 days.” You said giving a deep sigh.

“You should think about that tomorrow and find a place to stay. The thought of moving places might come at you and,” He paused looking at his wristwatch. “I need to go home.”

“Already?” You pouted.

“Yeah, it’s like there’s only 5 of you here working at this hour and I still have to go to the hospital by morning. Good night Y/N.” He said and fled outside with his bag. Another sigh escaped from your lips, he didn’t even let you say good night as well but that doesn’t matter anyway. You went to your office and sat comfortably on your swivel chair, easing the pain of your cut. It’s almost 1 am and you just wanted to rest. You can’t even go home since you’re too angry about that old man, and you didn’t want to make a fuss out of it anymore. Seungmin’s suggestion is possible for you. Maybe looking for a place to stay might give you peace and order.

Shrugging the thoughts off, your eyes felt heavy at the moment and you didn’t realize falling asleep on your desk. It’s so quiet in the law firm at night, you wish this kind of comfort in your own place as well. Moving from your apartment after being hired as a lawyer in this law firm happened two years ago. It was still vivid to the fact that the head of the firm wanted to hire you because he heard a lot about how famous you were in law school. You were one of the top students and your professor recommended you to this law firm after you passed the bar exam. But despite the skies of blue ahead of you, it’s still frustrating that some would take you for granted. You had been carrying difficult cases since and Jisung, your beloved assistant, does help you a lot, by annoying the hell out of you.

By each time, you kept on waking up because of the uncomfortable position you were in. Time didn’t matter to you anymore. You couldn’t even go home, no mother to talk to since she abandoned you and your father died because of murder years ago. In short, you became an orphan at a young age. You had a hard time in college keeping yourself up and avoiding hunger. But still, you managed to become a successful lawyer and have enough money to sustain yourself, well, it’s much more than you could ask for. You managed to buy a car but having a hard time finding a decent place to live.

The sun had risen so fast that it was already 7 am. The law firm opens at 9 am but, Jisung came too early and saw you spacing out in your office.

“Boss? What are you doing here so early?” He asked opening your door.

“What makes you think I am?” You asked, still looking at the blank side of the wall.

“Did you stay here all night?” Then you turned to look at him with dark circles beneath your eyes. “You look horrible, and that. What happened to you?” He asked again looking at your injured arm as he sipped onto his cup of coffee in one hand.

“Some drunk bastard threw me a bottle last night that’s why I ended up here.” You sighed. “You’re too early today. It’s weird.”

“Seungmin called this morning, he asked if I could check on you. He even told me to come to work early.” He shrugged. “I heard Mr. Seo would come to visit us this morning but you can’t face him looking like that, you need to go home first.”

“You’re not kind of annoying today.” You smirked. “But yes I need to go home first. Thanks for the coffee.” You added taking the cup of coffee from his hand and leaving the building. Jisung pouted and went to his own desk which is just inside your office and organized his things. Proceeding to the parking lot, you grabbed your keys and went inside your car to drive yourself home. By the time you reached your apartment, the scenario from last night flooded your thoughts as you saw the broken glass pieces of some bottles from your neighbor. One of them had your blood dried out after hours of the incident. You’re going to sue them later anyway.

You flopped on your bed after locking everything out and decided to take a nap. But after a few moments of your sleep, Jisung rang your phone making you grunt in frustration. Grabbing your phone beside your bag, you lay on your back and answered the phone.

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“I have good news and bad news for you.” He said through the line.

“Spill it out already.” You backfired.

“No good morning?” He teased as you could imagine his sly smirk from the other side of the phone as you roll your eyes.

“No good morning! Now what?”

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” Jisung asked, with his hands trembling as he read the documents from the detective’s perspective.

“You choose.”

“Okay okay so uhm, the good news is, the murder case that was given to you as a person of interest now and they’re planning to have an interrogation so you’ll just have to see the detective by tomorrow’s schedule.” He explained while having his phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder as he read the documents.

“And the bad news?”

“Seungmin’s the person of interest.” He sighed as you jolted out of bed.

“What?!”

“Yeah, you better come back here. The detective’s here.” Jisung as a harsh sigh escaped from your lips.

“Give me an hour.”

What Jisung has said struck you to the bone until you’re on your way back to the law firm being decent unlike hours ago. Screw your sleeping schedule, you have a case on your hands now. You head to the parking lot and hurriedly walked inside, the sound of your heels were already too familiar that Jisung can recognize you a few gaps away. The detective has two attendants with him as you enter your office with Jisung talking to them, and immediately, he handed you the documents.

“Finally you’re here.” The detective said.

“Have you filed a warrant?” You asked, scanning the papers.

“My assistant is on his way here with the warrant. We need to take him this afternoon.” He replied.

“What? I thought it will be tomorrow?” Jisung asked.

“As soon as possible perhaps. He’s in the hospital now.” With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed your bag and slipped the documents inside.

“I’ll talk to him right now. Just leave him alone until tomorrow.”

“But orders?” The detective objected.

“Jisung will you cover for me until I come back? I’ll be seeing Seungmin pronto.” You snapped as Jisung saluted you.

“Yes, boss!” He said in obedience.

“Just until tomorrow.” You said as the detective’s assistant just arrived with the warrant. “I’ll take care of that.” Grabbing the folder from the assistant, you immediately exited the office and went straight to your car leaving the other dumbfounded, and Jisung initiating them to go out. You head straight to the hospital and screwed the traffic. Things were running in your mind like how did Seungmin become the person of interest? He looks so innocent to be a criminal and too unbothered about the law. Or so you expected him to be. You tightened your grip on the wheel cursing the stupid traffic when you have to see Seungmin now. The murder case that has occupied last week was a bit confusing to you and the officers took 3 days to find someone capable, and not the last person you wanted to put in jail.

“Excuse me, do you know where Doctor Kim is?” You asked the nurse at the front desk.

“Do you have any appointments with Doctor Kim, Ma'am?” The nurse asked back as you sighed.

“I'm his lawyer, I need to see him now. Like right now.” You argued as the nurse went to call in his clinic. It made you a little bit pissed off, not because of the attendant but the fact that why is Seungmin involved with the murder. It's just like he started working in the law firm just months ago and it doesn't make any sense at all.

“Ma'am, Doctor Kim is currently making his rounds, you have to wait for an hour.”

“What? An hour?” You exclaimed but, the nurse couldn't do anything about it and you ended up waiting for him at his clinic.

Exhausted at the fact of waiting and sleep-deprived, you took a seat noticing how clean his area was, organized records of his patients inside the shelves in color-coded folders, a minimalist desk with his glass nameplate on it, and tools were neatly arranged on the other table above a white cloth. Nevertheless, you were just amused and flopped on his couch which basically is for his patients but there's no one around and his assistant just left the moment you arrived. Being sleep deprived human being, you decided to take a nap to ease the one-hour wait for your most awaited colleague. Seungmin has been so busy and his room is so quiet.

The latter on the other hand is recording his patient's recovery in one room above his office, glasses tacked above his nose as he scanned the dextrose IV. And by the time he clicked his pen, he formed a smile at the patient, and rest assured they'll be discharged soon. Seungmin handed the nurse the record and left the ward. This was his last-minute for his morning rounds and he needed coffee for a break. He's been going with sleepless nights too, attending meetings with the other doctors, studying his patients' conditions and of course, he has his law firm clinic sideline when he doesn't have to go to the hospital. It was kind of weird to attend a law firm rather than an independent clinic but Seungmin just wanted to have something to take care of.

He went down a few floors via elevator and went straight to a vending machine near his office. After choosing some decent coffee, a sigh escaped from his lips, wanting an iced Americano. The heels of his shoes were audible enough in a quiet hallway as he walked towards his office, sipping onto his delighted drink. When he was about to open the door, he stopped after peeking through the glass and saw your shoes. It was so familiar at a first glance, yet hesitated to enter. But he knew he could trust you.

“Y/N.” He called, closing the door behind him which made you woke up, fixing yourself to look decent.

“Oh, you’re here.” You said, sitting up straight.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming.” He asked, walking towards his desk and placing his cup of coffee.

“Are you hiding something from me?” You asked, taking the folder from your bag. Seungmin furrowed his brows as he took off his lab coat, placing it on his swivel chair.

“Hiding?” He asked back being confused. “I’m not hiding anything?”

“No? Then what’s this?” You retorted slamming the folder on his desk. Seungmin sighed as he took off his glasses, took the folder, and read the documents. But then suddenly, he laughed making you glared at him. “What’s funny?”

“This is bullshit Y/N.” He smirked. “Where did you get this?”

“Did you do this?” You asked again, standing up from your seat. Seungmin placed the folder on his desk and leaned forward, with his hands on the edges of the table, and gave you a direct, mesmerizing, serious, look.

“I did.” He smiled.

“Oh fuck.” You sighed harshly, grabbing your hair. “I can’t believe it! How could you?! And how could you admit it so fast? You’re a criminal? Really? Someone who looks so innocent like you? Fuck.”

“Thanks, but looks can be deceiving sometimes, and if that’s what you believe in the accusations and my statement. Do you have any proof that I’m the killer?” He asked. “You can’t conclude it that easily, aren’t you honey?”

“You, admitting the case is already evidence!” But Seungmin scoffed.

“I’m just a person of interest, am I? They can’t tell that it is exactly me, without evidence. And even if they give me a warrant, still they have to investigate me.”

“I know but there’s still a possibility of you being the primary suspect because of what you said.” You snapped. “But if it’s not you, who is it?”

“Collaborate with the chief detective and the police to investigate. But if I got convicted, be my lawyer.” He said. “But for a lawyer like you, you’re so gullible and having seconds thoughts of me as a criminal. You’re not usually like that. Do you like me?” He smirked again making you caught off guard.

“What?” You exclaimed, feeling flustered. “No! I mean, you’re my friend and we’ve known each other for months now, well, I know I still have a lot to learn about you but you don’t seem to be that person.” You added which Seungmin just took it and sighed.

“Thanks again. But whatever, since that folder indicated a warrant…” He paused, folding his knuckled and brought his wrists together, “Arrest me.” He said looking at you with a sly smirk.

“You’re a literal maniac.” You responded.

“Watch your words, you don’t know how capable I am.” He said in a monotonous tone.

“I’m not scared of you, Seungmin.” But he just chuckled. “I’m calling them to come here and get you.”

“Yeah, you do that.” He said, taking a seat on his swivel chair and watching you get frustrated over the phone call. Seungmin just took one random medical record from his shelf and studied the patient’s background. In your perspective, he looked so calm for someone who’s convicted with the label of being the person of interest, it’s not like you’re jumping to conclusions that he’s the one who did the murder but you’re just having second thoughts about him. The phone call ended in a few minutes as you glanced at Seungmin who is now busy facing his monitor to study further, only a sigh escaped from your lips, and flopped on the couch. “You seemed exhausted,”

“None of your business.” You retorted.

A few moments passed by and Seungmin is being fetched by the police and the detective as well. You were permitted to come with them to represent as his lawyer. For the minute he got caught, everyone was so shocked at the news that the most skilled and kind doctor in their hospital got arrested for murder. Others had a hard time trying to believe it but others don’t seem to care and jump to conclusions in a blink of an eye, while a few of them just started baseless rumors. You sat beside Seungmin inside the car with hands being cuffed. The detective was in the front seat and his assistant started to drive. Seungmin had his eyes set on the window as you traveled the highway to the station. Taking a glance at him, you held his hand making him flinch.

“What?” He asked.

“I don’t believe that you did it.” You said.

“I know right.” He said, smirking, slipping his hand away from your grip making you sigh in disbelief.

Seungmin was guided to the interrogation room and then you again sat beside him. It was quiet and dark at the edges of the room. The light bulb at the center part of the ceiling is too bright for your eyes. The doctor didn’t seem to care and his face is telling everyone he was in the bad mood. The detective sat down with some documents and placed them on the table, sliding the folder in front of him.

“These are photos from the crime scene.” He said. “We also found your camera in the trash.” Your eyes widened about the camera. Documents Jisung must’ve given incomplete documents, leaving the camera as a shred of evidence.

“Are you sure that’s mine?” Seungmin asked.

“It has your fingerprints on it and this, you’ve taken these pictures too.” They added, showing the pictures from the camera. A sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips and shook his head.

“Are you sure I was there?” He asked again.

“Do you have an alibi to prove that you’re not?” The detective asked as you looked at Seungmin. “You’re free to speak for him, Y/N. Where are you last Saturday, 20:00?”

“I was in the hospital,” Seungmin said.

“He does his job from the hospital to the law firm and I believe he only comes every morning and goes to the hospital by afternoon.” You said.

“How about your night shifts?” The detective asked again.

“I do have my night shifts on weekends,” Seungmin responded.

“Then why did the nurse from the front desk tell us that you ended your shift at 18:25 and didn’t come back?” Seungmin was stunned and got too flustered to answer. You also waited for him to say something but he fell into silence as the detective smirked.

“Seungmin?” You called.

“Can’t answer?”

A loud sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips as he glared at the detective and his assistant. Seungmin doesn’t really visit the law firm during the weekends because he and Jisung would take it as their off. They seemed quite close to the fact that they went to college together. You didn’t even bother to ask him what he does during the weekends but maybe it’s time for you to do so, besides, Jisung is already on his way to the station.

“You!” Soobin exclaimed, arriving in the room.

“Mr. Choi, you’re not allowed to come inside!” The detective said.

“My father is so kind to let you work as a doctor in our law firm but why did you kill him?! Fucking bastard! You deserve to be in jail.” He said when Seungmin stayed calm as he grabbed his collar.

“Hands off.” You responded taking Seungmin away from Soobin. “There has been a misunderstanding Mr. Choi, please calm down.”

“Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when that idiot killed my dad?!” Beomgyu suddenly interrupted the younger brother of Soobin.

“You can’t tell it’s him without further investigations.” You said.

“His alibi says so! He can’t even answer.” Soobin exclaimed pointing at Seungmin.

Soobin and Beomgyu are the sons of the late victim, and soon to the owner of the law firm if their father didn’t die early. Soobin is currently working as the head of the law firm for a temporary position while Beomgyu does all the meetings and evaluations. They happened to be with Jisung who is currently outside the room, waiting for you.

“If you have something to say, say it now!” You told Seungmin but your client just rolled his eyes.

“This is kind of embarrassing but if you wish to know what happened to me that night, fine. I’ll tell you.” He said and sat down properly, trying to give a good alibi to the fuming Soobin and Beomgyu.

“What?” Soobin asked.

“I went out at 6pm from the hospital and went home. I didn’t decide to come back since I was tired of doing my rounds the whole afternoon. I wanted to relax.” Seungmin said.

“By killing someone?” Beomgyu smirked when the former looked at him with a playful look and chuckled.

“If I find happiness in killing someone, you’d be the first to be eliminated,” Seungmin added. “But since I don’t, happiness for me is to rest, and have wild, rough sex with my lawyer right here. Isn’t that right Y/N?” He smirked making you flustered as Jisung made a loud gasp, after setting his foot in the room.

“Oh, so that’s why you’re having a major crush on him? Goodness Y/N, you’re that desperate to have sex?” Jisung said covering his mouth when you punched him on his shoulder. “Aww!” He exclaimed.

“Shut up!” You exclaimed after feeling the heat inside your cheeks and wanted to explode because of embarrassment.

“What?” Soobin asked in disbelief. “Rough sex? What the fuck are you talking about?”

The detective sighed loudly as he exited the room with you following him. Jisung tried to deal with Soobin and Beomgyu on the other hand while Seungmin remained inside with the detective’s assistant. The thing is, they can’t put him in jail yet since there is still lacking in the investigations and Beomgyu demanded more. Soobin would shake his head and get frustrated about why it was taking so slow. Seungmin would have his first trial next week and you were hired to be his prosecutor instead. Jisung would take over you due to his unnecessary sentiments. It feels like you don’t know him anymore. How could he be so direct and stupid?

Everything was dismissed for the day and you went to the bathroom to wash your face. The embarrassment from before wouldn’t escape from your mind. What was he thinking anyway? As if you’d do something like that if you were really close or whatever. You looked at yourself in the mirror as the water drips down from your side bangs to your face and sighed. This has been a busy day for you and you still need to take Seungmin home. You wiped your face gently and fixed your make-up. Jisung was waiting outside with the cute doctor you once trusted, Seungmin.

“Soobin and Beomgyu went back to the law firm,” Jisung said. “I have to take care of Seungmin’s trial for next week, I think you should take him home.”

“Drive us back to the hospital at least?” You asked as Jisung gave you a nod and went to the parking lot first. “I’m disappointed in you.” You said as Seungmin shrugged.

“Y/N, you’ll eventually quit your job after knowing the truth.” He smiled. “But don’t worry, I won’t make things harder for you, and I won’t run away.”

Seungmin went to follow Jisung leaving you behind. He’s actually making you confused and giving mixed emotions but that doesn’t mean you’ll quit his case. The fact that you can’t believe this is happening right now, Seungmin would probably change your perspective and won’t be the last person you’ll throw in jail. It was your job to defend him but thanks to his perverted remarks, Jisung took that opportunity from you. You will get it next time, or who knows what will happen to you for the next few days.

You didn’t go back to the law firm after taking Seungmin home. It was total silence between you two and he didn’t even bother to apologize after embarrassing you in the station. You were upset of course, and Seungmin shrugged it off. Expecting someone like him to have a decent personality but that totally broke the glass. The apartment is quiet this time and it was already evening as you head straight to your bathroom to take a nice, warm shower. Your cut did sting as hell as you wash it but the doctor who treated it is making you frustrated. Who knows what’s in his mind right now and what the hell he’s doing.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you finished showering and treated your cut. Changing into comfortable clothes, you went to the kitchen and cooked dinner. There were still a lot of documents to read and it’s making you hungry. Today is an exhausting day either, you need to rest. But your job says, no. Good thing Soobin was too kind to dismiss you for today after being so mad about Seungmin. For sure he won’t be getting his job back in the law firm’s clinic or the hospital.

Dinner flew by and now you’re reading the case again. You couldn’t even concentrate even though the neighborhood is quiet and decent today. Seungmin is running in your mind. After all, you still believe that he’s not the one who killed Mr. Choi and you hope Jisung would help you with it. You just have to prove that he’s not guilty. Yet the pieces of evidence found were too strong to represent that he’s the suspect and even the way he speaks.

“Doctor Kim? What’s his case?” A colleague asked.

“Murder.”

Jisung sighed at the conversation as he handed you a cup of water after feeling the stress the moment you arrived in your office this morning. You’re not in the mood to deal with Seungmin’s case right now and of course, you hated the fact of going to work today. But you can’t reject your job and Jisung would whine like a kid if you didn’t come.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I don’t know but thanks for asking.” You sighed.

“I think you should go and visit Seungmin right now.” He asked, checking the online documents.

“Jisung, I’m so tired.” You said. “I don’t want to see his face either.”

“Is it because of what he said or because he’s a criminal?” Jisung asked again, not taking his eyes away from the big monitor at the top of his desk with his hands sliding the mouse.

“I got over the embarrassment yesterday but, can you tell me about him?” Then that’s when Jisung gave you a teasing look.

“Why are you so interested? You like him don’t you?” He chuckled which made you scoff.

“No, but I know you guys are so close, I just want to know what kind of person he is.” Jisung nodded in response.

“Seungmin is not a bad person for me. I mean way back when we were in college, he loves to read, he excels in academics, he loves baseball and photography, he’s not the type to rebel and had his own principles. His family has also expectations from him but he didn’t let them down. He came from a rich family of lawyers but he proceeded to take his doctorate career. He’s a kind and perfect son, but I’m not saying he’s innocent because I know that we did some bad things before but yeah, Seungmin is just like anyone else in this world too, but, when you get to know him, maybe you’ll change how you see him.” Jisung smiled. “You know Seungmin lived alone now ever since he graduated from med school. His parents went to live overseas that’s why I and our other friends are taking care of him. I think you should too since you’re in his case as well. But whatever happens, even if he gets convicted and proven guilty. I won’t leave him behind, Y/N.”

“I guess you guys are more like a family huh?” You asked.

“Yeah. I mean, when I was left alone, he’s one of the reasons why I’m still here.” He smiled. “We usually hang out during the weekends, we’d go somewhere and have fun.”

Now that Jisung mentioned it, you still need to dive deeper into their weekend activities. But suspicions aside, his words got stuck in your mind as you drive towards Seungmin’s address, it was raining hard, but you managed to get in. There were guards on his doorsteps and CCTVs everywhere. You didn’t remember them from yesterday or maybe because you didn’t pay attention to the details. He’s being watched in his own home, well, he lives in a freaking big mansion but what would you expect? Just like what Jisung said, Seungmin is rich and it’s obvious.

You went straight to his living room which was said to be on the second floor, well, according to Jisung and the guards outside as well. He didn’t go to work, obviously, and someone named Bang Chan took over his shift until he was proven innocent or not. Anyway, Seungmin was drinking wine while watching a movie. You saw him wearing his white robe and his legs rested on the table in front of his couch.

“Hey Y/N.” He said not taking his eyes from the screen when he’s aware of your presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to check on you.” You smiled.

“I thought you were mad at me?” He asked as he sat up straight and gestured for you to sit down.

“I am but, I got over on what you told everyone yesterday.” You said calmly.

“It was a joke.” He said, standing up from his seat and going to the kitchen which is just next to the living room. A sigh escaped from your lips as you followed him around, and you admit he’s quite hot on his look today. Wet hair, white robe, and a glass of wine on his hand. Piercings on his ears too, and that serious face while pouring a small amount of wine on his glass.

“It wasn’t a joke for me.” You retorted.

“I know.” He responded and took a sip. “I know you’re here for something, just tell me.”

“Like I said, I just wanted to check on you. I’m not your lawyer anymore right? Thanks to you.” You roll your eyes which made him chuckle and placed his glass on the top of the counter, crossing his arms on his chest, looking at you. “What?”

“I like you though. It’s just that you’re just dense or whatever. Jisung said you’re a strong independent young woman and yeah I believe him.” He said. “Are they pressuring you at perhaps?”

“No, but you are.” You scoffed. “I know my job is quite stressful but when I knew about you, it became heavier for me. I’m so disappointed in you.”

“Oh baby, you have to prove me guilty first.” He smirked. “What if I’m not the killer?” He added as you smiled, leaning towards him, trying to lessen the gap between your faces.

“Try me.” You whispered as Seungmin stared into your eyes but he could help but to glance at your lips and go back to the former.

“I sure will.”

His lips landed on yours making you caught off guard, but it tasted like wine and you suddenly feel intoxicated with it that you gave in so easily. It felt warm and gentle at first as he held you close to his body but it became more sensual when you felt his hand squeezing your ass which made you push him away.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked with your cheeks burning red.

“I want you to do something for me.” He said leaning on the counter.

“I’m not doing anything for you.” You retorted, glaring at him but Seungmin doesn’t seem so bothered.

“I know you would say that but I guess I have to force you in my way.” He smirked. “I hope you won’t regret working for that law firm Y/N.”

“Why would I?” Scoffing at the sight of him, Seungmin smiled, cupping your cheeks, brushing his lips onto yours. Your heart started to beat faster as he started on your eyes.

“Why don’t you find it yourself and then I should tell you what I know.” Placing a soft kiss on your lips, you’ve been dying to know what Seungmin has been talking about and why is he being so weird? As if he knows something about your life. Jisung is being mysterious as well, both of them are not telling you enough to prove your suspicions. Besides, Seungmin doesn’t even share his agenda during weekends and the latter just said only a few.

Seungmin lifted you up to sit down on his counter, not minding his glass of wine scattered on the floor as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t push him away either, there’s something about him that makes you hooked and weak this time. Jisung knows about your stupid crush on Seungmin but it wasn’t as much as that you would be head over heels with him. You don’t even expect him to like you back or anything in return, but making out with you is unexpected.

Your lips molded together as you tasted the taste of his wine as he stood between your legs while your arms wrapped around his neck. Seungmin tried to take off your blazer and unbuttoned your blouse. Being mesmerized as you are, you didn’t even bother to protest and let him do everything. Your clothes fell on the floor, leaving you with only your black lingerie. His lips traveled down to your neck squeezing your boobs making you leave out a soft moan. A smirk was formed on his face as he kissed you again, carrying you to his bedroom, and locked the door. You felt his soft mattress behind your back as he hovered over you, spreading your legs for him to kiss you better.

“Hmmm…” You moaned in his lips as he slid his fingers inside your panties feeling your wetness making you tremble beneath him.

“You’re so wet for me baby.” He said licking your lips, sliding your panty off. “If I fuck you right now, will you quit your job and work for me?” But you didn’t get to answer when you saw him tear a sachet of condom, slide himself in, and started to thrust inside you.

“Make me…”

“Sure I will.” He said capturing your lips again as he thrust himself slow and deep. You held his nape closer to yours deepening the kiss as he managed to unclasp your bra, removing everything, and ended up on the floor, even his white robe. “I didn’t know you’re hiding something more beautiful than your face, Y/N.” He added, leaving wet kisses on your neck, traveling down to your chest until you felt his lips sucking your nipple while squeezing the other. A lustful moan escaped from your lips as Seungmin thrust himself faster. You dug your fingers on his bareback making him groan above you keeping his pace between your legs. “Fuck, you’re tight!”

“Aaahh... Seungmin!”

A torrid kiss came to your lips as he held your cheek, your hands grabbing his hair, preventing yourself from screaming in his kiss but his movements tell you otherwise.

Seungmin kissed your forehead as he fixed the covers enough to make you warm. He even pulled you into a tight hug and start stroking your hair, you managed to smile, giving him a soft kiss on the lips making him giggle.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you gave him a nod.

“Why do you want me to quit?” You asked him back kissing his shoulder.

“Will you believe me?”

“What is it?” Seungmin smiled, kissing you again. His lips were soft and gentle not like the last time. It feels so warm and sweet, which you’re starting to love. Which is kind of impulsive of you to make him take advantage of you just a few moments ago. You didn’t mind, it’s Seungmin after all. You didn’t care about your job so suddenly that you just wanted to melt on his bed. It's kind of funny how having sex with him made you change your perspective too fast.

“You want to know the truth?” His eyes landed on yours as you gave him a small nod. “Y/N, if I tell you everything, you won’t turn your back from me right?”

“Seungmin just tell me…” Seungmin kissed you again but just like a few seconds ago, you can’t refuse his lips being on yours. Even if you wanted to know what he meant, you guessed he’s not ready to tell you everything.

“It might sound so quick and stupid but I love you…” He said between the kiss when you just smiled and went to kiss him deeper.

Later that evening, you went home and took a shower. Scenarios from his mansion flashed in your mind making you shiver under the hot bath. You can still feel his touch on your body and started to squeeze your boobs sliding your other hand down between your legs, caressing your slit making you wet. Biting your lip, you laid your back inside your bathtub, spreading your legs, inserting your two fingers inside you while playing with your nipples. You tried not to moan loudly and continued to pleasure yourself imagining him fucking you. The thoughts of what happened are making you crazy to the fact that you made your fingers fasten their pace as another lustful moan escaped from your lips, pinching your nipples hard.

“Hmmm… fuck. Just why…” You groaned licking your wetness from your fingers, breathing heavily. Closing your eyes, you stayed inside the bathroom for 30 minutes trying to relax yet staring at your wall, letting the hot water hit your naked body isn’t helping to minimize the thoughts of Seungmin touching you. You’re supposed to think about his case because his first trial will occur a few days from now. Besides, you knew Jisung has been working on it and you only have to prove him guilty or not. But the words from earlier made you feel something different. You wanted to know what’s he is hiding or what he and Jisung are hiding from you.

You pinched your cheeks trying to get back to reality and washed yourself. It’s going to be a long night filled with Seungmin and his mysterious background.

Jisung saw you in your office spacing out on a paper that is supposed to be examined by you. After being hired as the prosecutor, you just wanted to say he’s not guilty and the case closed. But to your sorrow, you have to see him in the court. Jisung cleared his throat trying to distract you, which it did.

“Seems like you’re too occupied.” He said. “Did something happen when you were in his house?” Your cheeks turned red and started to fan yourself using the documents.

“No. What makes you think of that?” You chuckled nervously.

“Seungmin told me that you stayed there for a while. Did you find something suspicious?”

“We just talked.” You lied. “But I didn’t get much.”

“Bummer.” He sighed.

“How’s the case going by the way?” You asked trying to change the subject.

“The police didn’t find anyone aside from him Y/N. I think they’re trying to take Seungmin to jail. But I have my own suspicions though.” Jisung said, thinking.

“Like what?”

“I wasn’t with Seungmin last Saturday but he told me he was doing something important, I mean I don’t know where he went but it’s impossible for him to show up at Mr. Choi’s residence in that kind of hour. I would say he stays home during the weekends and study,” He answered which you gave him a disappointed look.

“I thought you’re going to say something that would help me prove that he’s not guilty.” You scoffed.

“I am, he doesn’t even like guns,” Jisung said. “I would say, he’s not, and he’s framed. You didn’t find anything suspicious in his house right?”

“How would she find anything in my house when I’m having sex with her?” Seungmin suddenly came making Jisung almost scream.

“What?” He asked.

“Seungmin!” You exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” It was just him, no one else.

“I’m trying to check on you after what happened yesterday.” He smirked.

“No, I mean how did you get here?” You asked again.

“I ran away, but this will be only temporary.” He chuckled.

“Is that why you’re spacing out?” Jisung asked. “Wow, Seungmin, I didn’t know you would hook up with Mr. (y/f/l/n)’s daughter.” Jisung snickered when he realized what he just said. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you having wide eyes in shock.

“Who?” You asked. Seungmin suddenly glared at Jisung. “You guys know my dad? What do you know about him?”

“Actually…” Jisung started with you starting to tremble in shock.

“Shut your mouth,” Seungmin told him as he looked at you. “Y/N, we’ll explain later, I promise.” He said as he held your shoulders, trying to calm you down.

“Why do I have to wait? You told me you’re going to say something to me. Is it about him?” You asked, trying not to break down but tears started to form from your eyes. Jisung felt guilt upon slipping a disclosed information that only goes to him, Seungmin, and the rest of their friends.

“Han, Hyunjin’s outside, tell him to park the car at the back of Y/N’s office. We need to go.” He said.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Just pretend that you left.” Seungmin glared at him making Jisung pack his things and left the office. Your legs felt weak as your brain is trying to process what was going on.

“You have to tell me what’s going on.” You told Seungmin as he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“I will just come with us.” He said when Hyunjin suddenly parked his car at the back of your office. Jisung signaled you to come out as Seungmin opened the window, pulling you outside. Opening the door of the car, Seungmin pushed you inside as Hyunjin stepped on the gas and drove away. Being undercover is such a hassle, good thing they both managed to pass the guards at the parking lot, but you were still in shock about the thing Jisung just spilled.

“We’re in the car, what’s stopping you from telling me now?” You asked, glaring at Seungmin. Hyunjin and Jisung both glanced at the rare view mirror as the latter sighed.

“Should’ve stopped my mouth for spilling something too soon.” Jisung laughed it out but Seungmin rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He said.

“You’ve been spying on Y/N and the law firm for months now Seungmin. Now that this idiot beside me cannot be entrusted with secrets just spilled it out, I think you should explain why Y/N and you got accused of the homicide.” Hyunjin said trying to focus on the road. He seems so unfamiliar to you and you can’t deny that red hair suits him.

“Is hooking up allowed?” Jisung asked.

“Shut up Jisung, please.” You scolded making the former pout.

“Listen Y/N, whatever the things that you will know in a few minutes might shock you even more but please, trust us on this.”

The four of you entered the mansion and headed to Seungmin’s office on the third floor. Jisung assisted you to sit on the sofa as Seungmin and Hyunjin sat across from you. There was silence and constant staring at each other. Seungmin took a deep breath and drank a few amounts of water as he proceed.

“You see, I’m a consigliere.” Seungmin started,

“A what?!” You asked.

“He’s part of a mafia, and most specifically, Bang Chan hyung’s adviser, our boss,” Hyunjin responded.

“You guys are part of the mafia? Did you kill my father?!” You asked, standing up from your place when Jisung tried to calm you down.

“Easy Y/N, that’s why we’re doing this is to explain everything,” Jisung said pulling you down to sit.

“Girl, let me just elaborate on everything.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, Seungmin is too nervous to speak. “Seeing Seungmin being like this towards you is not actually part of the plan. The things are like this, Chan hyung already knows what’s going to happen to Mr. Choi that’s why Seungmin disguised himself to be your resident doctor, but of course, he is eligible. Second, the death of your father involves Mr. Choi as well. Third, we have been spying on you ever since Seungmin started to work there. Fourth, we already know who killed your father but the one who killed Mr. Choi is still under investigation.”

“We just wanted you to work as Seungmin’s prosecutor until we find the one who did the crime,” Jisung added.

“I have so many questions but does that mean Seungmin is innocent? Right?” You asked.

“Seungmin was framed, his camera was stolen and was used by the killer. They couldn’t trace who did it that’s why they found his fingerprints instead. And the sad thing is, you can’t call him as a witness because he himself is being accused as an offender.” Hyunjin explained.

“You can be his witness and Jisung can provide evidence for him.” You said.

“We can do that, but, Soobin and Beomgyu will turn him in for sure. Seungmin can’t go to jail.” Jisung said.

“Right, what do you want me to do about it?” You asked, looking at Seungmin.

“Play as my prosecutor on my first trial, it’s in a few days, but we will find the real killer for this case. The police are so slow and they’re focusing on me for now.” Seungmin responded making you sigh heavily.

“Okay, but first, where were you during the time of the murder?” You asked.

“I was in our warehouse, I was with Jeongin and Minho hyung, trying to get a glimpse with our alleged suspects,” Seungmin answered.

“You could’ve said that to the police when they interrogated you.” You sigh.

“They can’t know that I’m a part of the mafia, Y/N.” He said rolling his eyes. “If you prove me innocent after my first trial, quit your job and work for us.”

“You’re going against the law! You didn’t even tell me about knowing my father and his death right? You exclaimed.

“You being in this household is already against the law,” Seungmin argued. “Being involved with someone like me is already a crime.”

“Fuck! I know!” You yelled. “Why are you keeping me here? You can you just tell me every fucking thing I need to fucking know now!”

You kicked the door as you made your way out as Jisung tried to call you. They already explained everything about it and you needed some time to process all of it. You got mad at Seungmin of course, and who the hell that Bang Chan who started the plan. Hyunjin didn’t even care. It turns out that the owner of the law firm killed your father years ago because of some agreement. You knew your father was a journalist and he was willing to expose the corruption Mr. Choi made in the government and supplying illegal drugs. The law firm was just a cover and he tried to clean himself by paying the media a big amount of money, even after the assassination of your father, it was all hidden under the rock and of course, money to keep everyone shut. But Seungmin knew about the case and decided to lay low until he can speak to you.

Your protests during the case became useless and nobody listened to you until you decided to be a lawyer and started working at the law firm, without knowing that the old man who accepted you was the one who killed your father. Now that he’s dead, you can’t do anything about it and find the one who killed him. You wanted to scream at the fact that you’re so mad and you want to punch someone on the face but you can’t. Being angry can drain your energy. You just have to keep close with Seungmin now and cooperate with the rest of his group. Who knows what will happen next?

And you’re too curious why Mr. Choi was killed and who killed him.

Seungmin on the other hand sighed heavily after explaining everything to you while Hyunjin tried to console him. Jisung already called Chan who is taking Seungmin’s rounds at the hospital, telling him that you already know, then he, called for a meeting that night. Meanwhile, you went back to your office and tried to organize your thoughts by reading Mr. Choi’s case all over again. But this just made you more upset. You wanted to do something but in some cases right now, it’s hard to move without basis, besides, the culprit is already dead and if those people who are part of the mafia would represent as witnesses, the court will only question them.

The whiteboard was displayed in front of the desk as Hyunjin tried to trace every piece of evidence and persons of interest. Starting with his remarkable red hair and black marker, everyone anticipated his announcements.

“We have two suspects for Mr. Choi’s assassination.” He started as he gestured to the board. “His two sons, Soobin and Beomgyu.”

Chan stared at his notes and reviewed a few documents to study further about the case and Seungmin was polishing his gun. Jisung was with you at the office trying to console you either but you wanted to stay alone, he just went to his desk and listened to the meeting as Felix was streaming it for him. Jisung took his time to be serious in this meeting and Hyunjin has been giving good points towards the possible suspect. He can’t help but take a few glances at you to see how you’re doing because he will tell Seungmin about it later. A sigh suddenly escaped from his lips as he continued to guess who among the two would be the killer.

“Jisung and Seungmin found pieces of evidence, first, the camera from Seungmin’s house was stolen and bases on the CCTV footage the thief has a lean body and tall—”

“I think I know who,” Seungmin said as Hyunjin looked at him.

“Who?” Hyunjin asked.

“Hmm, Seungmin will reveal that person later, continue Hyunjin.” Chan said, keeping his eyes on the pictures from the crime scene and from Seungmin’s surveillance camera.

“Well you can just tell us if you know,” Hyunjin said.

“Keep talking,” Chan argued which made Hyunjin gulp onto his saliva and continued. Jeongin on the other hand is busy tracking the two persons of interest on his computer as Felix kept a serious face. The rest of the members were too occupied with Hyunjin statements but Seungmin suddenly fired towards the picture of his alleged prime suspect. Everyone was stunned and even Jisung’s ears got struck by the sound. A smirk was formed on his face as they looked at who it was.

The next day, you didn’t see Jisung coming to work in the law firm, but Soobin told you that the trial must go on and they’ll come later. And as you were preparing for the trial, your phone beeped loudly, indicating that you forgot to put it on silent mode. It was a message from an unknown number. Furrowing your brows, you clicked on the message and saw a video attachment on it, a small sigh escaped from your lips after expecting it would be another random video from a troll after your number is being exposed to social media because of your job. But hence, it was something far from a usual spam message. The video has got no thumbnail as you proceeded to click and watch. The expression of your face changed from calmness to horrified, you even dropped your phone and covered your mouth in shock.

“Y/N?” Soobin suddenly called outside your office. You quickly calmed yourself and looked in his direction, flashing a small smile.

“The trial will start in 5 minutes, my brother is also on his way now.” He smiled.

“Yes, Mr. Choi.” You said as you walked out and head to the trial court with him.

Soobin got busy with his phone as you were spacing out for a bit. You didn’t get to see Seungmin after you fled from his mansion and Jisung has gotten so busy. Sure you had small talks going on for the last two days but it wasn’t enough. He just sent you some documents to further assist the case and how would you claim him as guilty or innocent.

“Nervous?” Soobin asked as you shook your head.

“Not really.” You chuckled sheepishly.

“I just hope we could figure this out today and kick him in jail.” He sighed as he entered the courtroom with you behind him. Surprisingly, Seungmin was already inside with Jisung, and you went to your place. Both Jisung and Seungmin looked at you as you nodded in agreement. Even though the lack of communication sucks, everything was already planned. They both smiled at you as the judge entered. Your assistant prepared the projector and the white screen to be able to present your PowerPoint presentation comfortably, and when the judge gestured you to speak, you signaled your assistant to start the presentation.

“The case of Choi Seok, 72, male, was a horrifying crime that happened at 20:00, Saturday *insert date*, in the 7th Street XXXXX Village, the cause of his death was—” But your statement was stopped when your assistant’s computer was hacked and the video you saw earlier came to play. Soobin froze on his seat at the sight of the people involved.

“What is happening?” He asked as Seungmin smirked.

The content of the video:

4 men entered a room with a briefcase, they were all wearing black and sat in front of a wide table, holding their guns in place, Seungmin and Jisung were the two of them, you can’t see their faces but based on their bodies built, you’re sure it was them, including Hyunjin, hiding his gun inside his coat. The other one was probably Chan, their boss.

“It’s good to have you here.” Another familiar voice said with his chair, facing away from the camera. Jeongin probably hacked the surveillance camera inside that dark office. “Welcome to my hideout, Wolves.” The same voice has said and quickly turned his chair to face front.

“Beomgyu?” Soobin whispered underneath his breath.

“We’re going to cut it short, why did you frame Seungmin for killing your own father?” Chan asked.

“Oh, sorry, my bad. Did it hurt your little puppy?” Beomgyu smirked and laughed when both Hyunjin and Jisung pointed their guns at him. Beomgyu’s guards were quick enough to respond and held theirs too.

“Chan is asking why, and I will not hesitate to shoot you right now if you keep this bullshit going, you bastard!” Seungmin exclaimed, pointing his gun towards Beomgyu’s head, but then again, the former smiled.

“I don’t think so. After all, being close with Mr. (y/f/l/n)’s daughter made you braver eh? How much more if she knew about what my father did to him.” Beomgyu said.

“She already knows, just tell us why you did it and why the fuck you framed me for it,” Seungmin said glaring at him when Beomgyu just rolled his eyes.

“Why would I tell you?”

“If your older brother finds out you killed your father, he will kick you in jail for sure,” Chan said.

Soobin folded his knuckles as he buried his nails on his palm because of anger and disappointment while watching the video. He couldn’t believe it.

“You trespassed in my mansion, stole my camera, went home and killed your father, you even took pictures and disposed them to the bin making me look like the suspect! I’m sure you have your reasons.” Seungmin said.

“Since you’re so annoying, I’ll just tell you but, I will make sure that you won’t come out here, alive,” Beomgyu responded.

“Sure. But you will die first.” Seungmin smirked.

“Put your guns down, then I will put mine down as well.” He said when Chan gestured the three of them to ease their position. Jeongin and Felix are watching in front of Jeongin’s laptop while Minho and Changbin was outside the dark office, guarding the area. “I know that you already know about why I targeted you instead of leaving no suspect behind, simple, your father is the reason why my dad’s law firm is almost ruined, that’s why we have to hire your girlfriend to bring it up again. But what a small world indeed, her father exposed my dad that’s why her father has to go, and as for my own benefit, I had to eliminate him because Soobin will take over the firm. My dumb older brother? Really?! That fucking goody-two-shoes! My father’s favorite child while I’m being left alone under the shadows! You don’t know nothing!”

End of the video.

Soobin held his forehead as tears suddenly start to form in his eyes. He wanted to keep calm, he didn’t know much about it. Beomgyu pretended to be away during the crime and came home a few minutes before he did and acted like he was innocent. The door suddenly opened as Beomgyu was being dragged by Chan and Hyunjin, and his suit was covered with blood after trying to run away from the Wolves.

It was that night after the meeting when they decided to head into Beomgyu’s hideout. The gunfire Seungmin did, triggered the others to attack. While interrogating Beomgyu, his guards already lined up outside and caught them right after the meeting. The four of them were dragged outside the warehouse, Jeongin and Felix were caught from the rooftop, and Minho and Changbin also got dragged. They were made to kneel down after being circled with Beomgyu’s guards as he stood up in front.

“I guess I have to see you die at this point.” He said.

The guns were pointed at their necks as they were caught as a hostage but it doesn’t mean that they let them do whatever they want. Hyunjin was too quick to recover his gun inside his coat and hit a guard at the back of his neck as the others flee from the other guard's grip, taking out their guns. They were surrounded by a bunch of delinquents and they were only 8 of them, and Seungmin’s gun was pointed at Beomgyu’s.

“Don’t kill him, we need him alive,” Chan commanded as a guard took Beomgyu away.

“Seungmin, get him!”

Seungmin ran off and went to follow Beomgyu and his two guards while firing their bullets towards the former’s direction. He tried to hide to avoid the bullets and managed to dodge them as he ran after them. The others were also firing their guns at the opponents and dodging every single fire.

“Han, follow Seungmin, we’ll cover you,” Chan added as he went to fire. Jisung immediately fled as Chan shouted, fire, to his members. They have a trial to attend later in the morning. Seungmin on the other hand managed to kill one of Beomgyu’s guards and hid behind a barrel. He leaned on the cylinder as he craned his neck to see his opponent, Beomgyu has fled already and when he sensed that his guard is slowly approaching, a sound of the gun was heard. It was Jisung who managed to target the man on his chest.

“Thanks, bro,” Seungmin said.

“You’re welcome. Where’s Beomgyu?” He asked.

“I don’t know, he must’ve gone out from the warehouse. Let’s find him.” He responded and went to search the area, only to find him sliding himself inside a car and switching on its engine. But too bad it didn’t work because the car is empty of gasoline.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as Jisung and Seungmin positioned themselves in front of the car.

“Get the fuck out,” Seungmin said pointing his gun at him.

“Make me,” Beomgyu replied when Seungmin fired his gun straight onto his arm making him wince in so much pain. “Ugh! Fuck you, Kim!”

“I said get out!” Seungmin exclaimed as Jisung went to open the door and drag him out.

Soobin trembled in anger as he approached his brother and slapped him square in the face.

“How could you do this to me?!” He asked.

Seungmin and Jisung just watched the whole scene as you tried to restrain Soobin. The judge shook his head in the sudden news and sighed heavily.

“I swear you’ll rot in jail. I’ve been trying to be a good brother to you but you just repay me with this?!” Soobin exclaimed as you dragged him away from Beomgyu yet his brother just stayed silent.

“Sir, you still have to do your verdict.” You told the judge. “Now that Seungmin has been proved to be innocent.” You added.

And the final verdict has made Beomgyu guilty. The trial ended just that and the plan they talked about didn’t actually work the way it is. It was changed when the video suddenly came up and Beomgyu is now going to jail. Soobin got occupied with his brother’s case and wanted to close the law firm for good. But before he could even confirm it, you told him that you’ll resign which he truly understood. Soobin is highly different from Beomgyu, as you have observed and maybe he’ll take his time to get over it soon.

Seungmin hugged you tightly as you exited the courtroom and cried. You couldn’t take it anymore but you were relieved when the truth finally came out. Jisung just smiled as he tapped your back while Seungmin was kissing your forehead.

“Everything is good now.” He said, reassuring you.

“We’ll be at the warehouse Seungmin,” Chan said as he left with Hyunjin.

“I will go with them.” Jisung bowed and followed the two as they exit the building.

“Should I take you home, Y/N?” Seungmin asked as you looked at him and shake your head, wiping your tears.

“I’m not going home,” You said. “I wanted to live with you.” Seungmin was caught off guard at first but he smiled brightly and hugged you again.

“You’re welcome to move in anytime.”

Later that night, Seungmin pinned you on his bedroom wall and started kissing you hard, his hands started to roam around your body, squeezing your boobs, trying to take off your clothes. Your lips molded with each other as he successfully took off your blouse and skirt, your hands removed his tie and unbuttoned his polo, also trying to take everything off. All of your clothes landed on the floor as Seungmin carried you towards his bed, pushing your back on his mattress, licking and nipping your neck, making you moan. His tongue traveled down to your chest as he started sucking your nipples while squeezing the other, you can’t deny the fact that you love it so much and his tongue is making you crazy, how much more when he started to lick your wet folds, spreading your legs wider.

A lustful moan escaped from your lips when you grabbed his hair, feeling the good sensation of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly inserted his two digits while eating you out, loving the sound of your moans inside his room as he thrust them faster. He hovered above you again and started kissing your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. Your fingers started to play with his black locks, tasting yourself on his lips. You felt his finger slip away inside you as you were about to whine when he thrust his warm cock instead making you moan louder. Falling on your back on his delicate mattress, Seungmin thrust harder and faster, knowing it will drive you crazy even more. Sucking again on your boobs made you bite your lip as he groaned above you.

“Fuck,” He said, still trying to keep his pace on fucking you. Your fingers landed on his bareback and started scratching them making Seungmin go faster.

“Aaah! Shit! Oh… hmmm.”

The rain is pouring hard that night and Seungmin just wanted to make sure that you can move in with him tomorrow. Lying naked and warm beside him, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“You were great earlier.” He said.

“I didn’t even get to say anything.” You sighed, snuggling closer to his chest.

“Still… I’ve seen you do the trials before. You did great.” He smiled, kissing your nose. “Are you sure about quitting your job?” He asked, stroking your hair.

“I already submitted my resignation letter and Soobin is closing the law firm for good. I don’t think I will be going to work as a lawyer soon.” You responded.

“Why?”

“Nothing, what happened these past days made me want to avoid any problems, everything was too much for me and I wanted to get away for a while. Living alone in my old apartment is going to make me crazy.” You added as Seungmin placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’ll stay with me starting now, okay? And I won’t let you alone, I promise.” He smiled.

“I love you, Seungmin.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” You smiled at his response and kissed him softly. “We should go to sleep now. You’re so exhausted.”

“Hmm, good night baby.” Giving a peck on his lips, Seungmin fixed the duvet and made sure you were warm as you sleep. The rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.

“Good night, love.”

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ladydaemon · 3 years

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SICK DAYS

kaz brekker x female! reader

A/N: Yes, I realize how cliché and very non-Kaz this is. I tried my best guys, but I am in the mood for fluff and only fluff so yeah.

Summary: After a night in the rain, Y/N has a cold and it's up to Kaz to take care of her, a difficult task indeed.

Warnings: swearing, really horrible writing, not proofread writing, just me spitting out Words™ at three in the morning

Dangerous assassins do not need sick days.

It was an extremely hypocritical thought, and Y/N knew it. She thought the thought anyway, because at this point, there seemed to be no aspect in her life that was not fueled entirely by spite.

"Please, for the love of the Saints, go to sleep, Y/N," Inej begged, forcing the woman back onto the bed. "You are sick. You need rest."

"I do not need rest, I need caffeine and waffles," the wheezing woman replied stubbornly, trying to get past Inej, who was blocking the doorway of her room. The Slat, usually thundering with noise and chatter, was silent as the grave - it was one of the rare days in Ketterdam where it was sunny, and everyone was either out enjoying the weather or enjoying pickpocketing someone who was enjoying the weather. "I am a grown-ass woman who also happens to be very good at using the bang-bang machines we call guns so please move aside, I need fresh air."

It was arguably entirely Y/N's fault that she was stuck inside in the first place - first, she had stayed out in the rain too long, despite Kaz's numerous protests. Second, she had, in a grave act of stupidity, gone down for breakfast the next morning. Normally, this would not have been a problem. However, on this particular day, her eyes were red and swollen and itchy and her lungs hurt and it was generally very obvious that she had a cold.

These were the deciding factors which led to her ultimate demise:

House arrest.

Though the fact that she was notorious for her spontaneous, impulsive, reckless, throw-caution-to-the-wind nature (along with the fact that Kaz, from multiple bad experiences he would rather not repeat, knew that she had nearly no self-preservation skills) probably had something to with it.

Also she apparently needed a chaperone. Which was probably a good idea, but Y/N wasn't about to admit that anytime soon.

"You are seventeen and you have a window, darling," the smooth voice of one Kaz Brekker, the devil himself, interrupted Y/N's feeble excuse of an escape.

"But Kaz," Y/N whined, pouting. Inej gave the man an exasperated look as if to say, See what I've been dealing with?

"Darling, you'll only have to stay here longer if you don't try and get better."

"Still."

Kaz, lips twitching in a very non-Kaz way, turned to Inej. "You can go. I suppose I'll play nursemaid."

The Wraith chucked darkly, already stepping out Y/N's window. "Good luck with that."

As soon as she had climbed out the room and was well out of earshot, Kaz turned on his heel and walked out. Y/N, thoroughly confused, took a second to contemplate whether this act was meant that she was officially free, or that she was supposed to follow him. Her question was answered a moment later when he called out, not sparing her a backwards glance, "Are you coming?"

She sighed dejectedly, following him up the stairs to hid room. With a flamboyant and smug bow, he opened the door for her. "Ladies first."

She rolled her eyes at him but entered the room nonetheless. Kaz closed the door behind him and strode heavily to his desk, taking the time to shuffle and order some papers. Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure as to what in the hell she was supposed to do. Kaz flicked his eyes up to her and jerked his head towards the black-sheeted bed that occupied almost a fourth of the room.

She stared at it for a moment. "You want me to sleep. On your bed. While you watch." It came out more an incredulous statement than a question.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I can't devote all my time to taking care of you, and I also can't leave you alone unsupervised while ill. This is our compromise," Kaz explained somewhat impatiently.

"I am not going to get in that crusty-ass bed, that, in case you have forgotten, belongs to my boss, AKA you. For all I know you sleep nude."

One of Kaz's eyebrows twitched. "The sheets were changed this morning. And for the record, I don't."

"Still not going to do it. That takes the creepy-o-meter to like, a thousand."

"You're a criminal who spies on brothels. This is nothing."

"Still not doing it. This feels fundamentally wrong."

"I'll buy you a nice dagger if you just shut up and get in the damn bed." Saints, he was already exasperated, and he had barely been here five minutes. A new respect for Inej found its way into his being.

Y/N went quiet for a minute, considering. "One of the serrated ones with the fancy gilded handles?"

"Whatever dagger your heart desires."

"Two daggers and a gun."

"One dagger and a gun."

"Deal," Y/N decided, plopping down on the bed. It still felt wrong, but she did need a new dagger - Wylan had blown hers up in a previous job.

She carefully peeled the pristine sheets and blankets away from the mattress, half expecting a dozen poisonous things to pop out. The only thing it released was the strangely comforting smell of wood oil and ink (and a bit of gunpowder, but this was Kaz Brekker we're talking about).

Y/N slipped beneath the covers, her head resting comfortably on the cloud-like pillows.

I bet this bitch sleeps like a baby every night.

"I can still beat your ass, Brekker," she mumbled. Yeah, she was sick, but she also had a reputation to uphold.

"On a regular day, I have no doubt about it. Currently, you are prohibited from doing anything that isn't sleeping, peeing, or contemplating life. Doctor's orders."

"Well, I'm going to go pee then. More freedom." She attempted to stand up from the surprisingly soft bed but the in the second it took for her to try and stand, Kaz, moving surprisingly quickly for a man with a cane, pinned her to the bed by her shoulders with an exasperated sigh.

"Just stay still. Please," he breathed.

"Get me a sweet bun and maybe," she breathed back, but didn't move. Despite her almost child-like demeanor, she was one of the original Dregs, here as a child even before Kaz. He had been the only one her age when he had joined, so naturally, she had befriended him (well, as much as you can befriend Kaz Brekker). She knew about his phobia of touch, and how much it meant that he was touching her, even with his gloves on.

Kaz released her with a sigh and stalked over to his desk where he rummaged around for a bit until he produced a small tin that looked abut as old as he was. He tossed it at her and she grabbed it, opening it to see some biscuits that looked as hard as rocks. "That's all I have, and all you're going get. Don't break a tooth."

Y/N sighed, staring at the biscuits mournfully before taking one out of the tin and gnawing on it. It would have been easier to bite on the barrel of one of Jesper's guns. "You're mean."

"You're acting like a petulant child."

Y/N made a disgruntled noise from the back of her throat, sinking back into the silk pillows and wrapping the blankets tighter around her. She had made no visible mark on the cookie, and had only succeeded in covering it with slobber. She put it back in the tin and noticed Kaz wrinkle his nose at her.

She doubted the biscuits would ever see the light of day again.

She watched Kaz do his paperwork, a surprisingly interesting thing to do. He had taken off his hat and jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. He even took his gloves off, preferring to use a pen without the ridiculous slipperiness of the leather. The papers shuffled in a soothing rhythm, and soon, Y/N began to feel less cooped up and a bit more relaxed.

Ever since she had been taken away from her family and thrown onto the tiny slaving ship, Y/N had always had a touch of claustrophobia (well, it was a bit more than a touch, but she wasn't willing to admit that just yet). The tiny room with a mattress on the flooor was really just a decoration at this point - she slept on the roof most nights and every waking hour was in Ketterdam, simply walking if there were no pockets to be picked.

Drowsily, she watched as Kaz scratched something out on paper, his face creasing ever so slightly. The pen made a nice sound, she found, and paired with the strangely calming scent of his room and the rustling of papers, it made her feel almost like it was rainy day, the kind where you curled up by the fire and read a book or cuddled with someone.

"I doubt staring at my face will help you fall asleep, love," Kaz noted without looking up from his work.

"Your face is the most interesting thing here."

For the barest fraction of a second, Kaz looked like he had short-circuited. The moment was gone as soon as it came, however, and he simply raised an eyebrow at her. "You're very immature sometimes."

"Thanks!" Y/N said cheerfully. "It was the trauma."

"Trauma hardens people, it doesn't make them softer," Kaz dismissed.

"I agree wholeheartedly. However, there's a difference between an excellent mask and incompetence," she replied. "Now come over here and show what's bothering you, I can see it on your face."

Kaz looked up at her, noting the fact that she probably wouldn't shut up unless he did as she asked. He rolled his eyes, hobbling over to the bed. As he sat, she could feel his weight pushing the mattress down.

Before he could say a word, she snatched the paper in his hands and began scanning it. "What's wrong with it?"

"The numbers don't add up."

She stared at the document for another second, then back up at Kaz. "Who are you and what have you done with Kaz Brekker?"

He blinked at her.

"You forgot to carry the one. The numbers don't add up because you... well, added them wrong," she explained softly. She looked up at him, concern crossing her features. "Do you need a nap?"

Kaz huffed out a breath. "I'm fine. You're just distracting me, that's all."

"We're going to ignore the fact that you think I'm distracting and instead focus on the fact that you have not slept in several days."

Kaz's nostrils flared slightly in indignation. Before he could speak, however, Y/N cut him off. "Kaz, I have known you since I was eleven. I'm also not fucking blind. Yes, I know you are essentially running a mafia at age seventeen. Yes, I know you are under pressure. Yes, I know there is at any given moment a bounty on your head. Yes, I know I am sick and it is technically your job to take care of me. But can we please just make a deal or a truce or something in which you get some fucking rest?"

Kaz was quiet for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitched. "Always the mother hen for everyone except yourself."

She was startled into a laugh. "What can I saw, I was a born hypocrite."

Kaz did end up getting a couple hours of sleep, even if it was at Y/N's insistence.

However, he almost regretted it when Jesper barged in and, with a gleeful cackle, found them both sleeping in the same bed with one of his legs pressed up against hers - Kaz's version of flat-out cuddling.

Almost.

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 5

More people said yes to Hannigram, which is good because Will is already involved in the plot and it would be awkward to have him just disappear. Also, I had someone request a Hannigram x reader in my asks. Apologies to the one person who voted no; I promise there will be more solo Hannibal x reader content in the future.

Hannibal decides to that y/n could do with some extra protection, but doesn’t anticipate what she has to tell him.

I have no idea how to make a proper tag list but @deadman-inc-bikeshop and @dovahdokren here you go

Trigger warnings: discussions of alcohol, victim blaming

“When I saw his face, I immediately knew he had never once experienced the touch of his own hand, let alone that of a woman.” Charissa read out loud to everyone on staff. “Or, that he was buried so deep in the closet he found Narnia, but those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.”

It was expected to be a slow night, as was normal for an ordinary Tuesday. On nights like those, you could get away with more, like reading a tabloid article out loud for everyone to hear.

“I can’t believe [F/N] actually went public.” One of the new busboys commented. “What an absolute madlad.”

“Did you just unironically use reddit terminology in an actual conversation?” You narrowed your eyes at the kid.

“[F/N], you are making a very dangerous enemy.” An older waitress said, cryptically, from the corner of the room.

“Who, Jason?” You gestured to the busboy. “What’s he gonna do? Make me cringe myself to death?”

“You know that’s not who I mean.” She frowned. “I’m talking about Chase Mulvaney.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You shook your head. “He’s not stupid enough to come back here.”

Charissa made a noise that denoted her doubt. “I dunno, [F/N]. You’d have to be pretty stupid to start stabbing people at a crowded restaurant in broad daylight.”

“But he was smart enough to get away, right?” Jason asked. “That’s gotta count for something!”

You and Charissa exchanged glances. Neither of you had the emotional bandwidth to explain white privilege again. Instead, you just humored him.

“Yeah.” Charissa lied. “He was smart enough to get away, meaning he probably knows better than to come back.”

"You're kidding yourself." A third waitress, who's name you couldn't seem to place, added. "People always say that killers are these galaxy-brained superhumans, but they're not. Mulvaney believes he's divinely ordained, so any thought that pops into his coked-out head is a sign from god."

And so shattered your thin firmament of denial. You made a point to never learn this person's name just out of spite.

“Oh, shit.” You said, trying to hide your genuine fear with a sarcastic voice. “Maybe he is coming back for me.”

Charissa glared at the two other waitresses, equally pissed at them for scaring you.

"And it'll be your own fault for provoking him with that article." The older waitress said.

"Holy victim-blaming, batman." You mumbled.

“Alright, listen up, y’all.” Matthew announced to the group. “In ten minutes we open for dinner. Remember, if you want to switch shifts with another person, you have to run it by me first. I don’t want to see anybody but [F/N] at the bar tonight, capiche?”

“Yessir.” You saluted him and made your way over to the bar. You’d been doling out your bartending shifts left and right to avoid even the possibility of being cornered by another Freddie Lounds. You were only prolonging the inevitable, though. Eventually, you needed to return to the bar.

You passed the hostess's stand, where Charissa was stationed. Suddenly, you felt someone grab at your arm.

"Fucking hell, dude?!" You flinched violently and your heart rate jumped. "Don't do that!"

"Shit, sorry!" Charissa looked immediately regretful. "But, look!"

You followed her gaze through the window where a fancy car was parked. He leaned against the door, adjusting the cuffs of his dress shirt.

Now your heart was beating fast for a completely different reason. You squeezed Charissa's hand, trying to keep a lid on your nervous excitement.

"I think your luck's starting to turn." She said in a sing-songy voice.

"Yeah, I bet he'll protect me from the Baltimore Butcher." You whispered, trying not to giggle like an elementary school girl.

"Oh, could you imagine those arms around you?" She sighed deeply, her hand firmly against her chest. "I would die."

"Not until he sinks his teeth into your neck." You smirked, gnashing your teeth together.

"I would let him." She rested her chin on her hand.

"Yeah, me too." You agreed.

"I would give anything to trade shifts with you." Charissa groaned.

"Well, you heard the boss." You shrugged, suddenly feeling much better about your assignment. "I gotta stay behind the bar."

"Oh, pobrecita." Charissa rolled her eyes. Underneath the stand, she put up her middle finger in your direction. "Suck a dick, [L/N]."

You walked backwards towards the bar, keeping your eyes on your friend. "That's the plan, baby."

You tried to make yourself look busy. You dared not look at him as he entered the restaurant.

He exchanged pleasantries with Charissa then took his seat at the bar. You pretended not to notice him right away, only to give you an extra second to compose yourself.

"Hi there." You greeted, knowing you'd feel stupid no matter what you said. "Er- good evening."

"[F/N] [L/N], I assume?" He asked.

Fuck, you thought. His voice was dark, low and made your insides tremble. Even though part of you knew he was going to know your name, it still felt so sensual passing his lips.

You realized you had waved to him with your bandaged hand. That's how he was about to identify you so quickly. "Yes, I am she. I mean- her. Me."

Way to go, dumbass. You thought. Now he knows you're nervous and he's going to wonder why.

“God, I need to stop wearing this damn thing.” You said, clearing your throat. “What can I get for you tonight?”

He was quiet for a moment. "What do you recommend?"

"Well, that depends." You said, pulling your gaze from him and grabbing a few wine glasses down from a high shelf. It was the only way you could maintain your composure.

"On?"

"What you're having for dinner, for one." You said. "And whether or not you're a vulpine tabloid journalist trying to corner me into a dubiously ethical interview. That's also a factor."

"So that's how Miss Lounds wore you down?" He concluded. "With wine?"

You rested your elbows on the bar, filled with an intoxicating confidence. "She tried wine first. Then she tried to get me fired because she asked for chardonnay and I brought her chablis. And when that didn't work, she siphoned my gas."

"I wish I could say that was out of character for her." He looked at you, apologetically.

"I take it you've had your own run-ins with Freddie?" You smiled.

"She's tried to infiltrate my practice multiple times." He sighed. "She's entered my office under a fake name with a recording device in her purse."

"What a sick fuck." You said, before remembering you really weren't supposed to curse in front of customers. You covered your mouth. "Sorry."

The corners of his mouth turned up into an amused smile. "Don't apologize. You're right."

“So you’re a doctor?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t the type to be offended by questions.

“I’m a psychiatrist.” He nodded. “I used to work as a surgeon, but I find the mind much more compelling.”

"Seriously, though." You pushed yourself back to your feet. "What can I get for you?"

He eyed the wine menu and then looked back at you. "What is your favorite red?"

"My favorite red?" You placed your hand on your collarbones. "On a night like this, I enjoy a nice, dry Argentinean Malbec."

"In that case," he thumbed through the list once more. "I'll have a bottle of Cobos Chañares from 2016, please."

You smiled. You wouldn't mind taking a sip of that if he offered. "Right away."

You carefully pulled the solid black bottle from its crevice and placed it on the bar. You removed the plastic seal and reached for the corkscrew. The bottle opened with a satisfying pop, filling the air around you with the strong, complex and seemingly contradictory aromas.

You poured a bit of this criminally expensive wine into his glass. He smelled it, then swirled it for a moment before taking a sip.

"Redcurrants and vanilla," he began. "With floral notes that operate with the precision of interlocking gears in a clock. Everything in its place."

"So you're a sommelier and a poet?" You tilted your head and filled his glass. "I'll bet you make women swoon at every corner."

You never had the best grasp on flirting, but even you knew that line was awful.

“Are you flirting with me, Miss [L/N]?” He asked, clearly not too worried about the consequences and enjoying the flattery. “Or are you just trying to get a taste of this Malbec?”

“Little bit of column A, little bit of column B.” You shrugged. “Though you are as handsome as everyone says, I’ve had my eyes on that wine for slightly longer.”

You fought the urge to slap your hand over your mouth. You had just broken the cardinal rule of workplace gossip. Panic reverberated through your body as you tried to break down his unreadable expression.

Once again, he just looked amused. “I’ve seen those lingering glances, the way you all whisper and giggle. It’s flattering.”

You felt your cheeks growing hot. “...I see.”

“If you tell me what they say about me, I’ll let you have a taste.” His eyes bored into yours.

You paused, trying to decipher exactly what he was offering. Then it hit you.

“Oh!” You interjected. “The wine.”

“Yes, that’s what I meant.” He said. “Dare I ask where your mind went?”

Your cheeks stung from all the uncomfortable smiling. “I’d really like to keep my job, thanks.”

“Have you never heard of bartender-client confidentiality?” His voice lowered and his eyes found your lips. “Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls.”

Your insides turned to jelly. He rested the wine glass in his hand and offered it to you. Your hands shaking, you cradled the glass like an 18th century French village prostitute being offered a mug of hot soup. You brought the glass to your lips, the strong, overwhelming smells assaulting your orifices.

You let the wine grace your tongue. You had taught yourself to overcome the sting of the alcohol and focus on the undertones. Your eyes rolled back in to your head and you let out a little noise of pleasure.

“Christ on a bike, that’s decadent.” You said, gasping for air a little bit. You quickly passed the glass back to him before Matthew could see you. “Thank you.”

“Now, indulge me.” He instructed, glancing at the fresh pink lipstick mark on his glass. “What do the lovely women of Terroir whisper while I’m just out of earshot?”

You rested your elbows on the bar and leaned in close. “They say you’re a vampire.”

Judging by his unchanging neutral expression, it clearly wasn’t the first time someone had made that connection. “Perhaps they’re on to something.”

“One of our line cooks used to say you were the devil.” You informed him, hoping that was one he hadn’t heard before.

“Used to?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Until Chase Mulvaney came around.” You instinctively ran your fingers over your bandages, as if to make sure they were still there. It was a nervous tick you’d developed anytime someone brought up that day. “He’s stopped talking about, like, anything having to do with his religion ever since.”

“It takes a lot to get an evangelist to stop evangelizing.” He refilled his glass. “Do you think he lost his faith?”

“I heard someone say in passing that it was because he and Chase Mulvaney went to the same church.” You whispered. “But I can’t verify that.”

“I’d say it’s more likely than a regular customer being a vampire, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t trust their word because they made a regular customer into a vampire.” You corrected, hoping he would overlook the fact that you were one of them. “Secrets may stay within these four walls, but they tend to bounce around. It’s only a matter of time before one escapes, and you’d better hope it’s not one of yours.”

This man must have been an exceptional therapist, because, there you were, baring your soul to him after fifteen minutes and one sip of wine. Occasionally, you were pulled away from the conversation by another customer who had the audacity to also want a drink. But, very few people came to you with the sole intent of drinking on a Tuesday evening. You and the sommelier talked until closing time.

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Miss [L/N].” He said pulling out his wallet. “You are as delightful in person as you are on paper.”

“Thank you, but I never caught-” you said, but stopped yourself. “I mean, you never gave me your name.”

He signed his name on the paper check, then pulled out a fifty and unceremoniously handed it to you. “Now why would you want to ruin the mystery?”

“Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls, remember?” You grinned and crossed your arms. “Come on, I won’t tell anyone.”

He took the customer copy of the receipt and scribbled something down on it. He the folded it in half and slid it in your direction as if it contained nuclear launch codes.

“Join me for dinner someday.” He ordered. “I’ll supply the Malbec.”

#hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hannibal x you #hannigram #hannigram x reader #the sommelier #wine #tw trauma #tw victim blaming #tw alcohol

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enaelyork · 2 years

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Evil grows with love- Robotnik x Reader- [Part 11]

Source @deadlightcircus

**** For all the story, follow my master list here ! ****

Author note : OMG i'm baaaack ! What happened to 2021 ??? Everyone is okay ? Are you still here ? I'm so happy to see you again !

Before I begin, know that story has been written for a long time. That it takes liberties on SONIC 1 and that it doesn't concern Sonic 2 !

NO SONIC 2 SPOILER IN THIS STORY

See you soon ! With love ~

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After her loss of control with Robotnik, the reader goes to her famous dinner with officer Wayde in order to extract information from him.

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" Am I bothering you ?

- No » they answered, in chorus. They looked at each other sideways and Stone genuinely wondered what had happened a few seconds ago in that truck.

"You're in good luck Stone, I was going to leave! You save my life! [Y/N] exclaimed, pulling her jacket close to her. " Good night ! »

She didn't even look at him and slammed the door behind her under Stone's dumbfounded gaze, who turned to his boss.

“Doctor…What are you…

- No question Stone! Put that coffee down and get the fuck out!

- But, you and…[Y…]…

-Get out ! »

Stone didn't argue further, he knew Robotnik was angry, had he caught them arguing? Or were they hiding something else? In any case, it was not tonight that he would have the answer.

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[Y/N] didn't care where her legs were taking her. She had walked over and over in the dark until she could no longer stand, trembling, she collapsed sitting on the floor, trying to catch her breath. She then let reality, the one she was trying to escape, catch up with her and smack her in the face.

Damn, what just happened?

Did she really put her fuck*ng tongue in the doctor's fuck*ng mouth?

And had he done that to her too?!

But what had gotten into her? And the hell, why was this sudden interruption only arousing frustration in her?!

His perfume was still impregnated in her clothes and while passing her tongue over her lips she still picked up the taste of hims mixed with the raindrops.

It was a bewilderment, a mistake, a moment of weakness. He had pushed her to the limit, had provoked her again and again, constantly trying to widen her faults to be able to rush in and trapped, she had not been able to react.

She hadn't thought about it, it was a passing moment of madness, nothing more.

If she remained there, alone, sitting on this stone at dawn in the forest of Greenhill, the cold, the rain and above all her thoughts would get the better of her. Feeling the wave of anguish growing in her belly, she had to survive, get up and return to the hotel before collapsing.

Lack of air

Fear

remorse

Lack

Unable to see a car crossing the street, she walked blindly towards where she slept, towards her refuge. Without even hearing the cry of dingo Karl who seemed to absolutely want to speak to her. He called out to her several times, then had to resign himself, assuming she had her headphones on once more.

—

“Oh! Here you are ! I have something to tell you! »

She cursed when she saw her lieutenant in the entrance hall. If she hoped to return incognito, without arousing the suspicions of her colleague, it was finished. She gave him a look she refused to face for the moment.

"Not tonight [Lieutenant’s name], I'm exhausted, I'm going up!" »

The lieutenant stopped short, surprised. Staring at her even more.

" There is a problem ? It's barely seven o'clock in the evening and...

- It's fine, I'm just a little tired. I ran and caught a cold.

- In a dress?

It was ridiculous.

- Yes, in a dress. We must be able to intervene in all circumstances, right? »

Worse and worse, and [Y/N] could see from [Lieutenant’s name]'s eyes that she wasn't convincing anyone.

- Are you sure that...

- Yes ! she hissed in annoyance as she climbed the stairs. Yes I'm dong well ! I just need some rest!

[Lieutenant]'s lips twist in a word that never came, [Y/N] closes the door behind her without giving him/her a chance to react and the lieutenant has to retreat. His/Her phone vibrated then.

*Everything ok with your boss?*

It was Stone, since they had gotten to know each other better in the car while bringing back their respective bosses, they had a friendly relationship to the point of having exchanged cell phone numbers.

*It's strange that you ask me this question. She has just returned. *

*Now ?*

He looked surprised.

*Yes, and she's weird... Well, more than usual. She sent me for a walk pretending to be tired, she never is. She did have red eyes and a trembling body, but… Do you know more? *

She waited a few moments before her phone vibrated again.

* Let's say my boss just kicked me out like an old sock. Your boss was with him*

The lieutenant raised her/his eyebrows.

She had gone to see the doctor?

Why ? Yet they had left on bad terms earlier in the afternoon? And above all, what could explain his condition now?

*Wait a minute…She was with the doctor???*

* I had the same reaction as you. They looked shocked to see me arrive and… The doctor is in a state of disarray.

*Did they argue again??*

It was plausible. Y/N may have gone back to him to reconcile and convince Robotnik to work with her. And probably that this conciliation had gone badly, Robotnik had to go too far, or vice versa.

He/She raised him/her eyes to the sky. She/he clearly felt like he/she and Stone were parents who talked about their wayward children.

* I no longer try to understand them, they tire me *

*I agree with you ! Since the doctor met your boss, he's been unbearable, much more than before... And I didn't think that was possible. *

A sneer appeared on him/her lips, Stone always had the gift of making him/her laugh.

* Don't talk to me about it, besides, I'm going to go to bed. I won't get anything from Y/N tonight. Good night Stone. *

—-

She entered her room and immediately leaned on the door, as if her legs no longer held her upright. She was shivering, as if the night chill had entered every bone.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

She had lost control.

“Who wins today, [Y/N]?” this question, and especially the voice with which he had pronounced it resounded in her head.

She was failing, feverish. He seemed to be convinced he had the upper hand on her.

But was it?

Nothing was understandable anymore. Her mind clouded with panic kept returning to what had just happened. She could still feel Robotnik's hot hands on her, the electric shock from those kisses.

Her body against his.

Uncontrollable, the panic that overwhelmed her. She couldn't feel that, she couldn't anymore, never and even less with a man like him.

It was a mistake. A terrible mistake.

But why did she want to go back to see him?

The phone had vibrated deep in her pocket, bringing [Y/N]r back to reality and, despite herself, saving her from the panic.

-Hello?

-Good evening.

She pursed her lips, damn it, she had completely forgotten about Wayde and the information she was trying to get from him.

-Good evening. she called. Is everything alright ?

-Well, almost…I think you forgot something…

A glance at her watch

Twenty hours

Damn, this guy can tell the time.

-I am on my way. she stammered. Do you mind waiting for me? You can already have a drink, I'm coming. She hung up. Her heart was beating a thousand an hour. What situation had she put herself in by accepting this dinner? Why had she done this?

To get information

To catch the hedgehog before Robotnik.

To make Robotnik react.

The glint in his eyes and the way he reacted afterward had aroused warm satisfaction.

But that was before what had just happened.

A splash of water on her face made her less scary. She covered herself with concealer and a line of black eyeliner thick enough to highlight just the color of her eyes. Quickly, she felt the need to change her dress, the one she had already put on for the occasion seemed to burn her skin.

Was imbued with the hands of Robotnik.

Tremors.

Reject your emotions. This guy is your enemy, you must not let him win. She thought as she picked out a simple red and black dress. Once her leather jacket on the back, she hastened to leave the room trying not to meet [lieutenant’s name] this evening. She wasn't ready to face her/him, or be interrogated.

His/her or Stone's...

-Commissioner

Damn it

-I am late, Wayde is waiting for me and I must not miss an opportunity to flush out our target.

-What happened ?

The lieutenant was decidedly tenacious.

-Nothing at all.

-Ah, so you didn't go back to see Robotnik?

-No.

She felt her colleague's inquisitive gaze resting on her back.

- He wanted to talk to me. We talked, end of discussion?

-And that's why you're in this state?

Silence.

-I'm doing well.

-Stone said the doctor was weird since you left.

Shake. This sentence had more impact than she thought.

-I don't care about his moods. This guy is weird all the time.

-Well, apparently it's not business as usual. And you are not as usual either….

- But for heaven's sake [Lieutenant’s name], f*ck it in the end! When are you going to realize that you don't need to mother me?!

Her lieutenant froze, and she realized that she had spoken a little more abruptly than she should have.

"I've had enough of all this, you know? I don't need you on my back because I don't need you anymore ! Nobody ! The lieutenant remained rooted to the spot. Impassive waiting for the storm to unleash. In reality, it was already there for a long time and literally exploded at that moment. Tears welled up in her eyes, but [Y/N] held them back enough that they didn't fall.

"So what you're going to do is leave me alone. You Americans, everyone and let me do what I was brought here to do! She paused to try to catch some air.

- I never want, you hear me, ever have to do with them, is that clear?

The lieutenant hadn't had time to answer, he/she couldn't. Chilled on the spot by the aggressiveness he/she had heard in Y/N's voice, he/she nevertheless found the strength to take his/her cell phone out of his/her pocket to type a name on it.

*Agent Stone? *

She/he hoped he wasn't sleeping yet, a notification beep relieved her/him.

*[Lieutenant’s name]?*

- I think we have a problem...

-What kind of problem ?

- My boss…She's totally out of control. I think she's gonna do something stupid

—----------

-Hi Wayde, sorry i’m late..

She walked over to him as he was already standing to greet her. He offered his cheek to her and she felt compelled to kiss him on the cheek as he put a hand on her shoulder.

-Is everything alright ? You have a strange face.

She really hoped her makeup hadn't smudged.

- Everything is fine. I was delayed by the guys coming to install the cable at my house! she hissed. Nothing very important, but you know how they... But what is that?

The policeman had placed a bouquet of tulips on the table and their colors contrasted with the wood and ocher colored tavern.

-My father always told me never to invite a woman to dinner without giving her flowers, so…

He seemed embarrassed, it was almost touching.

-They come from the florist around the corner. If you ever want to buy some plants for your new home.

Y/N considered the bouquet for a moment, took it in her hand, and put her nose to it. Tulips had little smell, but it was more than enough to hide the state she was in. This situation was probably the worst idea she had ever had in her life, but there was no way she should lose face.

All this because of whom?

She glanced at Wayde, the guy probably didn't have much going for him, but he was blessed with a real kindness. She saw it in his eyes, in his face and especially in his far from fake smile.

He glanced at his screen.

-News ? she said, grabbing her pint of beer. The poor man shrugged.

- No. Nothing at all, and it's starting to worry me. What are we going to do without him? I mean, it's the damn sheriff. He told me to do things but I forgot half of them.

She giggled. Wayde looked at his phone again.

- You have not appointed a replacement sheriff in case of absence? She wondered. Wayde suddenly seemed to click.

- But yes. Sure ! This is what we must do! Damn, you know a lot about the police, say so!

She crossed her legs at the side of the table as she grabbed her pint of beer. Failing to tell him that knowing that was in no way a police skill, Y/N hoped to draw his attention elsewhere.

- I worked in an administration before arriving here, she said.

- Oh? Really ? And besides, why did you come to settle here?

She lifted the glass to her mouth.

It was then that her eyes fell on the bay window of the tavern and she saw him.

Like a ghost straight out of her imagination.

The doctor was out there, crossing the street with Agent Stone at his heels. What was he doing here in the evening? Judging by the shopping bags Stone was carrying, he must have forgotten his stock of coffee.

But then why had he accompanied his minion?!

- Long story….

She didn't look down, following his gaze through the glass as she answered Wayde. Her heart was beating fast and she felt like she was running out of air, but she didn't let it show.

-What strange guys, huh…

Wayde's voice snapped her out of her torpor.

- What was this guy looking at? You know him ?

Somehow… she thought.

- Not really, no. I seen them prowling around town and...

- I don't like them, these agents are weird, it's not like in the movies.

Wayde's phone announced a notification and he unlocked it before putting the phone back on the table.

Without locking it.

She counted, from the moment he put the iPhone on the corner of the table to look at her dumbly, every second that passed crossed her mind. One. Two…

Thirty.

The screen went black

Thirty seconds. That's the time she would have to get in touch with that idiot's phone screen as soon as he got up again. She could then help herself and the trick would be played. She would get Tom Wachomsky's phone without having to sell her true identity, and locate his location by passing it to [Lieutenant’s name]. And as he stood awkwardly apologizing after checking his phone again, she didn't take her eyes off him waiting for him to be out of her sight to finally grab the precious grail.

She hesitated a few seconds looking at the wallpaper. Wayde and Tom must have known each other forever for him to have such an important place in his life and on his cell phone. A bitter taste in her mouth, Y/N wondered if she had ever experienced this kind of connection with someone. Wasn't she betraying this guy who had only been nice until now?

She cleared her doubts.

No scruples.

No value.

People had never had one with her anyway.

She hurriedly checked the call log. According to what she had heard, Wayde tried to contact Wachomsky often and it only took a few seconds for her to come across the number and take a picture of it with her own cell phone.

The rest could be done out of sight.

When Wayde returned, his phone was where it was, screen off. Even the best criminal expert would have seen nothing but fire. Not even a rough fingerprint on the screen.

*Find me this. * she sends without further politeness to her colleague. The photo of the number in attached file. She hoped her colleague hadn't already fallen asleep.

- You're not from here, are you?

She giggled.

- No, I mean, you're not American. You have a weird accent! What's this ?

- European…. She huffed. But it's been a long time since I left there.

- Don't you miss it too much?

Hesitation. Why was she hesitating? She was used to saying yes without asking any questions.

- A little… Her plate was slowly emptying, as if her appetite was failing her. But I needed a change of scenery.

- I would dream of going to Europe…

She left Wayde to his thoughts when her cell phone vibrated in her bag.

*I have an address!

- Where ?

- I'm not sure giving it to you is a good idea.

- It's not up to you. Give me this address, it's an order. *

[Lieutenant’s name] complied not without discussion.

*Don't go without….*

She hadn't read the rest of the message. Not worth it. Assuming a serious expression, she rose from her chair, arousing Wayde's concern.

- A problem ?

-No…Well, yes, a friend has problems and I…I think I'm going to go see her. It could go wrong.

The policeman suddenly felt the wings of a hero grow.

-I come with you.

- Never mind. You know, she always tends to exaggerate. But I'm going to have to go, you understand?

- Of course… I know you wanted to invite me but I'm going to offer you the…

- No need, I pay when I leave. She paused by placing a light kiss on Wayde's cheek, he shouldn't have come for nothing and then… It was a way of thanking him for having chewed up the work for her.

- See you later? He said as she was already walking away. He had trouble interpreting the gesture she made to him when she went out into the street, the bouquet of tulips in her hand.

The cool freeze swept over her face and brought out the little alcohol she had drunk. Her senses were on alert, her mind racing. She had to act quickly, starting by finding a means of transport to get there. Y/N no longer had a car and Interpol was dragging on giving her a new one, so she had to use the good old methods.

And she had just found the vehicle on which she was going to set her sights.

The car was parked in a nearby alley, and even though she had done it in front of Wayde, she wasn't sure he'd notice. Discreetly, she glanced up and down the street to make sure she was alone.

Who else was going out at such an hour in Greenhills except maybe Crazy Karl? So she first tried to open the door, wanting to save herself unnecessary effort, but presumably the town was not peaceful enough not to lock the cars there.

At the same time, if all cops were like Wayde. she thought. It’s kind of logic.

Her stomach knotted.

It wasn't the first time she had this feeling since she left the tavern… Unless it started a little earlier? This oppressive feeling that a gaze was on his shoulders?

Who ? What ? There was no one here, she was sure of that. So why couldn't Y/N get rid of this paranoia.

The door eventually gave way to her methods and as she got up to open it something reflected in the glass.

A red light, in the distance.

Is it…. Damn, was that really what she saw? Was this little device floating there, a few feet away from her and capturing her every move?

Since when was that asshole doctor watching her?

Anger washed over her like a tidal wave. What was he getting into? Was he so in trouble that he had to steal his leads?

Y/N stood there staring at the camera for a few seconds. He was going to pay it, it was obvious and as she reached into her bag to grab her gun and definitely shoot this drone, she froze. The image of Robotnik alone in his lab, the sad look she had seen that day when he had lost one of his precious machines came back to her mind. This memory loosened his grip on the handle of his revolver.

She couldn't do this to him.

She giggled, taking her hand out of her bag. Ridiculous. she thought. Since when did what he felt matter to her? He wasn't going to get away with it, her outburst of pity wasn't going to stop him from hurting her, nope.

Ridiculous.

They were ridiculous.

Moment of hesitation. Nothing in the car was heavy enough to throw such a distance and guarantee an impact strong enough to neutralize the object. So she considered the one thing that seemed to meet her criteria.

She could do without a heeled shoe, right?

Untying the wedge-heeled shoe she was wearing, her gaze did not break away from the drone which remained frozen there, not missing a beat of the show.

Aim well. she thought. But above all, we had to send a clear message, something that was understood regardless of the continent where we lived.

She then raised her hand, addressing the camera with her most beautiful middle finger.

-Have a good night, doctor. She launched at the same time as the shoe.

Who did not miss his target.

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definitelyseven · 3 years

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liability | eighteen - final

summary: reporter meets mafia boss, Park Jinyoung

It’s been six months since your wedding; since that night. You remembered your white dress being covered in his blood. No matter how many times you called for him, he didn’t respond.

Without Mark, you don’t know how you could’ve survived these past six months. He trained you to take over the clean side of Jinyoung’s business while he took over the dirty side. He didn’t want you to get your hands dirty. Jinyoung wouldn’t have wanted that either.

“Jinyoung, baby. It’s been six months. Please wake up,” you begged by his bed side. The doctor said the surgery was successful but they didn’t know when he’ll wake up. You rubbed the wet towel on his face. “Who could’ve done this?” you whispered to him.

“I’m looking into some people,” Mark responded. “But I don’t want you to worry about it right now. You need to take care of yourself and the baby.”

You instinctively rub your belly. While Jinyoung was in a coma, you also found out you were pregnant. His mother has been ecstatic and has been nicer to you ever since.

“Baby, please wake up soon. I could really use your help with the baby names. Your mother has some interesting ideas,” you joked. “Ow!” you winced in pain.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked, rushing to your side.

“The baby is kicking,” you whined as you held onto your stomach.

“Deep breaths,” he instructed. You inhaled and exhaled as taught in your baby classes. You grabbed Jinyoung’s hand and placed it on your stomach.

“Do you feel that Jinyoung?” you asked him. “The baby is kicking me.” You watched as Jinyoung’s fingertips slightly move against your stomach. “Mark!”

“He’s moving his fingers,” Mark cheered before running out to get the doctor.

“Jinyoung, honey?” you called again.

You waited patiently outside as the doctor checked up on Jinyoung.

“How’s my Jinyoung?” his mother asked as she rushed towards you.

“He’s awake. Mark and the doctor is in there right now,” you explained to her.

“Mrs. Park,” the doctor called. “He’s awake. Everything seems to be alright with him considering how long he’s been in a coma-”

“Oh thank God,” his mother exclaimed.

“But his memory may be foggy,” the doctor continued to explain.

“W-what?”

“He might not remember you,” Mark continued to explain. You rushed inside Jinyoung’s room. He can’t forget you - he can’t.

“Jinyoung,” you called with tears in your eyes. He looked at you as if he didn’t know who you were. “No...” you whispered.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked.

“I’m your wife,” you revealed, making your way closer to his bed.

“No, she’s not. She’s not your wife,” a voice from behind you said. “Get away from his bed,” his mother said. “Sweetheart, you remember me, right?”

“Yes of course, Mother.”

“This women is not your wife,” she explained. “Your wife, Irene, is on her way.”

“What? No. I’m your wife,” you argued. “Mark?”

“Jinyoung, she’s your wife. Not Irene,” he agreed with you.

“It’s me,” you whimpered.

You stood outside his room as you watched Irene and Jinyoung talked. He was smiling at her like she was the love of his life. It made your heart ache. How could he not remember you but remember Irene?

“Don’t worry. He’ll remember you. He has too,” Mark comforted.

“Y/N let’s have a chat,” his mother demanded as she pulled you to the side. Mark quickly followed behind.

“How could you?” you asked her with tears in your eyes. “How could you say I’m not Jinyoung’s wife?”

“Now that he’s lost all his memories, I want him to have the perfect wife he deserves and that’s not you,” she revealed. “We’ll keep the baby after you give birth. Irene will raise it as her own.”

“You can’t do that,” you sobbed. “I won’t let you. Jinyoung won’t let that happen.”

“He has no reason to protect you anymore. He doesn’t remember you and I want it to stay that way. You killed his father.”

“I am legally his wife,” you reasoned.

“No papers were signed - saying I do is just part of it.”

She was right. You and Jinyoung never signed any papers. You inhaled a deep breath, “I’m never letting you have my baby.”

“See you in court then,” she smiled before walking away. You exhaled deeply, turning your attention to Mark.

“I won’t let that happen,” Mark comforted. “Give him some time.”

“You really don’t remember me?” you asked softly. Jinyoung looks at you blankly, trying to remember you. “That’s okay,” you comforted him and yourself as you reached for his hand. He flinches at your touch. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“No, I’m the one that should apologize. I’m sorry I don’t remember you,” he said. “I’m really trying.”

You shake your head, “It’s not your fault. We will find whoever did this to you.”

“Irene said Y/N did this to me. Do you know who Y/N is?” he asked.

“I’m Y/N. I’m your wife. I would never do this to you,” you sobbed. “This is our baby,” you said rubbing your stomach. “Why would I want to hurt my baby’s father?”

“I-I don’t know,” he replied, holding his head. “I don’t know. My head hurts,” he complained.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Irene shouts from behind. She rushes over to Jinyoung’s side, pushing you away as she tries to calm him down to relieve his headache. “Why do you insist on hurting him all the time?”

“You fucking bitch,” you mumbled in between your sobs.

“I heard that,” she glared while pouring Jinyoung a glass of water.

“Irene, you said Y/N did this to me. How did she do it?” Jinyoung asked weakly.

“You can’t possibly think that’s true,” you said in disbelief.

“I hired a private investigator. She deposited a large sum of money to a mysterious bank account an hour before the wedding. I traced the offshore account and it’s tied to a well-known gang,” Irene explained. You shook your head, denying all the allegations.

“No...that’s not true,” you sobbed.

“Don’t even try to lie. I have all the proof here,” she said reaching for her purse. She pulls out the documentation and hands it to Jinyoung. “See baby,” she pointed. “Look at all that money being transferred between accounts.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you sobbed. “I don’t have an offshore account and the gunman was aiming the gun at me. You got injured trying to save me.”

“See,” Irene quickly asserts. “She knew you were going to save her so of course the target wouldn’t be you.”

“After everything we’ve been through, I would never hurt you.”

“You mean everything Jinyoung and I been through. Babe, it’s true you guys had a relationship. You cheated on me with her, but I forgive you. I will always forgive you,” Irene said tearing up. This fucking bitch.

“How were you able to find all this when Mark wasn’t able to find a single thing for months?” Jinyoung asked, suspicious.

“Oh,” Irene said, caught off guard. “Money can do wonders, silly.”

“I have money.”

“I don’t know Jinyoung; hire better help?” Irene said, annoyed.

“You set everything up perfectly to frame Y/N,” Jinyoung revealed.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous sweetie. Why would I hurt you? I love you,” she tries to convince Jinyoung.

“You were never trying to hurt me. You wanted to hurt Y/N. You just didn’t think I would save her,” Jinyoung revealed. Irene chuckles nervously. “I’m not stupid Irene. I may have just woken up but I know you. I remember you.”

Irene rolls her eyes and moves away from Jinyoung. “Why do you insist on believing her even when you don’t remember her?! I’m your wife!” she practically shouted. “I’m the one you should be loving!”

“Because you’re always so desperate for my attention you’d do anything! Even if it meant hurting someone! That’s the person you are - you’re selfish and greedy. You only want what you can’t have. That’s the Irene I know,” Jinyoung explained.

Irene’s eyes swells up with tears. “You’ll never love me like you love her,” she said with her lips quivering. “She’s the reason your father is dead!”

“Maybe but I can never be with you, Irene. She’s pregnant with my child. I have to be responsible.”

“I will treat the child as my own,” Irene said. “I promise I will love it like I love you. I promise I will change. I’ll be a better person.”

“I will never give you my child,” you tell her. “I will never let her grow up with a monster.”

“Her?” Jinyoung asked. You nodded slowly which made him smile. “It’s a girl,” he whispered to himself.

“Me or her, Jinyoung. Me or her,” she repeated. “This is your last chance. If you pick her, I will have my parents withdraw out of every investment in your company,” she threatened.

“I don’t care if you withdraw your investments. I don’t care about that. I want to be with my child and my child’s mother, even if I don’t remember them.”

“You’ll regret this,” Irene says through her teeth before leaving. You made your way towards Jinyoung’s bed. He grabs your hand.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember. I’ll try harder,” he said squeezing your hand.

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault,” you assured him. “Are you going to let her off that easy?” you asked, referring to Irene’s attempted murder.

“If you don’t mind. It’s the least I can do for her. She became like this because of me,” Jinyoung explained. You nodded slowly, agreeing with him.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“Can you tell me how we met?” he asked. You smiled at him, nodding.

“I was a reporter and you were a dangerous businessman. I wanted an interview with you,” you began to tell him. Even if he didn’t remember you or everything you’ve been through together, you would be willing to spend the rest of your life making new memories with him.

a little note from jennie: i’m so sorry for the delay on this final chapter. i really wanted to come up with a perfect ending for this and i’ve rewritten this so many times. hope you enjoyed it! :)

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Lost in Zero Gravity (P.24, FINAL)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Twenty Four, FINAL) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 2,768 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior, drug use

Author’s Note: This took a couple more days than I planned. I had started writing and got to like 1,200 words and then I was like mhm... abandoned that doc and started another. I was grappling between two different paths and I went with the happier one. We’ve had enough angst!

Part Twenty Three || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

ALT ending (not complete, will not be completed)

Balancing the bowl on your stomach, you laid back eating grapes in silence. You were alone in the apartment. Again. Tony had been acting more distant now that you were really starting to show as you came into your sixth month. It smaller things at first, like you caught him staring at your protruding stomach and he looked away quickly when he noticed you saw or sex being from behind more often than not now. But now it was apparent something was wrong. He slept at home half the week now.

It should not be a shock; he had voiced his opposition to the whole thing from the start and you knew that is what was driving the wedge.

The grapes were doing little to satisfy your craving for French fries. You had just had some yesterday and you were trying to be good today. It was proving to be very difficult when you could just have them delivered and Wylan could bring them up for you.

As if on cue, the apartment door open and the smell of fried food hit your nostrils. You moved the bowl and sat up with some difficulty, spotting Tony walking towards the kitchen with a bag. Your mouth was already watering.

He tossed a look over his shoulder and asked, “Still having the craving?” He took in the look on your face and he cracked a smile. “Looks like it. I see I’ve brought you over to the dark side with it being a comfort food.”

“I don’t want this to last,” you said as you stood up, leaving the grapes behind on the coffee table. “I’ll be hundred pounds heavier if it keeps up.”

You sat down at the table, thankful that you had ordered the pillow covers for the chairs; they were far more forgiving on your backside than the plain hardwood. Tony placed a plate in front of you and handed you the ketchup and mustard before going back for his plate. He sat back down at the table in the chair across the table and began to eat.

Silence fell over the table as you ate some of the fries, paying more attention to them than the burger.

After a little while, you could not stand it anymore and you had to ask.

“Are... are we okay?”

Tony stopped eating and looked up at you with a concerned look. He placed his burger down and gave you his full attention. “What do you mean?”

“You seem… off. You have seemed off. The last couple of months. Like you kind of don’t want to touch me.”

He sighed, rubbing at his face. He looked like he was gathering his thoughts and you stayed quiet.

“It bothers me.” You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to say more when he paused. “You’re pregnant, for one. It’s a... thing for me. Just thinking about the baby in there and my dick around it.” You did your best to not crack at that, even the slightest of smirks. You wanted him to explain himself and not interrupt. “But you’re also pregnant with Steve’s kid. It... it makes me uncomfortable.” He paused and chewed on his bottom lip before meeting your eyes. “I don’t like watching him watch you. At the appointments I mean. He’s just... I know how he is and it’s not a good look that he’s giving you. And he’s so touchy feely about it and it makes me angry. Yeah. It makes me angry. That’s it. I hate it. I hate what he did. And he still wins and gets what he wants.”

“He doesn’t have to suffer through any of it and meanwhile you’re over here with body aches and looking down the barrel of the gun of childbirth. And it stresses me out because Steve told me he wanted to be there at the hospital, and I don’t think he should be in the room with you. He doesn’t deserve to be. Because I was done dealing with him after I learned what he had done.” He hesitated and saw you were still listening with rapt attention. He swallowed sharply before his eyes softened and he said calmer, “And it made me angry you gave him this satisfaction. Rewarded him for his behavior in a way. I wish you would have listened to me and just let me pay him out so this wouldn’t be a thing. And now we both have to deal with.”

You were quiet, staring down at your hands.

“I... I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I think about it too. He didn’t even ask if he could touch me when I was on the table the first appointment, he just did it. And I didn’t make a scene. And he just ran with that as permission for whenever he was around me in the room at the appointments, he could touch me however. And still, I didn’t cause a scene because there was a nurse or a doctor in there all the time, and he seemed to know them all, and I didn’t want to have any bad blood with them myself. Just for the baby’s sake. I might not be keeping them but this whole thing isn’t their fault and I want them to have good treatment.”

“And as far as you paying him out… I didn’t want you to do that. I wanted it to be me. I wanted him to get that payment from me so he couldn’t write it off as someone else just taking care of me. And not take me seriously when I said I wanted to be done. It means more coming from me. It sucks, this whole thing is not a cakewalk. But, I think it’ll be worth it in the end. I didn’t have control of the situation at the beginning, but I do now. I made the decision.”

Tony was letting what you said sink in. He grabbed a fry and ate it slowly, looking lost in thought. He finally leaned back and met your eyes again.

“I get that,” he said sounding sincere. “It always means more if you’re the one that made the effort. Not just for them but for you.” He nodded and then said, “And I’m sorry for making you feel lonely.”

Trying to joke, you said, “I’ve got Luna.”

“I hope I’m not that easily replaced.”

“No. You’re not.”

He smirked briefly before saying, “Only three more months.”

“Or less.”

“Or less. Way to be hopeful.”

<><><>

You had had false contractions before, but these were stronger. And they were going on for longer than they had before. Gritting your teeth, you wobbled to the door and opened it.

“Terrence!” you called down the hallway. He was there quickly, and you leaned against the doorframe. “It’s bad.”

“What’s bad?” He asked sounding worried.

“The contractions. They’re longer and hurt. I think it’s time!”

“Let me call Tony.”

He whipped out his cell phone and dialed. He was speaking to him quickly. “Hey, Y/N says she thinks it’s time? I’m not sure. She said they’re longer and hurt more?” You gasped as you felt a pop internally and then wetness. You grasped at your crotch and felt dampness. Terrence had followed your hand and he looked slightly more pale. “Anddddd, I think her water just broke. Do you want me to take her?”

<><><>

A soft cry greeted you as you woke up. When they had brought you into the room, you had fallen asleep almost immediately, exhausted. How long had you been sleeping? You turned your head to the right seeing the baby next to your bed, fussing weakly. There was a nurse there and she noticed you were awake.

“Perfect timing, momma. I think he’s hungry.”

“It’s still here?”

“Yes?” The nurse said looking completely confused by your reaction and probably more so that you called him ‘it’. She watched you closely, looking suspicious.

Clearing your throat, you adjusted in the bed and asked, trying to sound calm, “Has... has the father come yet?”

The nurse shot a look in the corner, looking even more confused than before. You did not have time to follow her gaze before Tony’s voice sounded, “I only texted him five minutes ago.”

He was sitting on the built-in bench along the window. You had not even noticed him, all your focus on the small life next to you.

“He’s probably trying to get away from whatever he’s doing and get through traffic,” Tony continued.

So, Tony had not called Steve while it was happening. You had been in labor for five hours. Steve was not going to be happy that Tony had not contacted him, and he had missed the birth while Tony had been there instead. But you were relieved that Steve had not simply blown it off; when you had been in the delivery room, the thought had flashed through your mind.

The nurse raised up your bed and helped you open your gown. She adjusted a pillow to rest on your stomach and went back to grab him. You were hesitant but you held out your arms all the same, taking him gently from the nurse. She helped push his blanket so he was bare against you. You were trying to not be stiff feeling the contact.

“A little closer. The skin-on-skin contact is good,” the nurse encouraged.

Doing as she said, you forced yourself to relax more. His mouth was wet, and you shivered, causing the nurse to chuckle softly, saying to not worry, you would get used to that.

No you wouldn’t, you thought instead of saying it out loud.

Your finger traced along his cheek as he sucked, his little hand resting on your breast next to his mouth. He was calm now, serene in his eating.

“Looks like you’re a natural,” the nurse commented happily. “Be thankful for that!”

“He’s fine, then?” you asked her, looking up.

She nodded, “Healthy as can be.”

“Good,” you said quietly, looking back down at him. You searched his small face, trying to see any part of Steve. The nose maybe, but it was a little wide. His eyes had not been open long enough for you to see and you were not going to disturb him, choosing to keep him comfortable as he fed.

<><><>

You were woken again when you heard people speaking. Blinking awake, your vision cleared to Steve and Tony talking in low voices by the door.

“You fucking prick,” Steve was saying, sounding pissed. “I told you—”

“I was a little preoccupied as you can imagine,” Tony retorted quietly.

Steve spotted you were awake over Tony’s shoulder, and he sucked his teeth before clearing his throat. Snapping his head back to Tony, he said in a dangerous voice, “I’d like the room. If you can find it in yourself to back off for just a while.”

Tony looked over his shoulder, seeing you watching, and sighed before walking back over and grabbing his coat, sunglasses, and phone. He leaned over you and said, “I’ll be back.” He gave you a quick peck on the top of the head before moving past Steve, the two of them sharing a cold look.

Steve walked further into the room, and you were fixated on him for a moment before you turned your attention towards where the baby was sleeping. He approached and looked down at them, a small smile painted on his lips. Reaching out, he touched their cheek, his smile growing.

“Look at him,” Steve said quietly. “Perfect as can be.” He met your eyes and asked, “No complications?” You shook your head. “Good. And he fed?” You nodded again. “Look at you. Perfect as can be too. Though I am not surprised about that.”

Always with the flattery.

He collapsed into the chair beside the little bed and yours. He looked disappointed when he said, “I wanted to be here.”

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I was a little busy.”

“I’m not blaming you. I should’ve known Tony would be an ass about it. Always has to get a jab in. This one was taking it a little too far but I’m just glad everything went okay and you’re alright.”

“I was surprised he was still here when I woke up afterwards,” you told him honestly.

Steve told you, “I’ll take him when you are ready to discharge. It would look odd for me to take him before. Would raise a lot of questions that I don’t feel like getting into with the hospital.” That made enough sense to you. “Plus, let him get as much milk as he can from you before he switches over to formula and my wife’s. I’m worried he won’t take to hers but maybe he won’t be picky.”

He had never told you the specifics about what was going on with her child and you had not asked. You were sure you did not want to know.

“Well, he latches well enough to me. I hope she doesn’t have any trouble,” you said sincerely. Steve was watching you intently and you asked slowly, “What?”

His voice was soft, “Don’t you want to know what his name is?”

“No,” you told him sharply.

“Don’t want to get attached? I know a name can do that.”

“I don’t want to know,” you repeated firmly.

Steve looked sour for a brief moment before he remarked, “I’ll fill the paperwork out then, so you don’t have to see it. Have they dropped it off yet? The birth certificate paperwork, I mean.” You shrugged and he said, “I guess I’ll have to ask one of the nurses when they come in.”

“I’ll be staying here,” he continued on. “Just to make sure I get that paperwork and I’m here when you discharge. Won’t be leaving that up to Tony again. Unlike him, I’ll text him when you’re ready to go so he’s here to get you and you aren’t stranded here upon discharge. I’d take you myself, but Cecile is going to come to be able to go home with me and… the baby.” He had almost slipped up and you had a feeling he had done it on purpose.

He sat forward again, pulling the little bed closer to him, peering over at the little bundle.

“You did good, dove,” he murmured, his eyes fixated on his son. “I never doubted you for a second.”

<><><>

You stood up from the wheelchair and stood up, stretching a little. “Now that that’s over,” you muttered as Tony opened the passenger door. You had been annoyed they had insisted that you had to take a wheelchair out of the hospital. You had been in there for two days and you just wanted to walk more than just around your room, although that had not been recommended. You needed to take it easy while your body healed.

Steve’s voice sounded from behind you, and you turned your head, seeing him walking out with a woman. Your eyes snapped down to the bundle in her arms, seeing the little boy she was cradling. As if she sensed you, she looked over, locking eyes. You saw her eyes flick to Tony and you saw in real time the realization wash over her features before her eyes snapped back to you.

“Come on, Y/N,” Tony said at the same time as you tore your gaze away from her. His hand was around you, guiding you into the car.

The door closed behind you, and you waited for him to get inside. He was quiet when he did, pushing the start button on the car.

You snuck a glance in the side mirror and saw they were gone, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Could’ve done without that,” you exhaled.

“I’m sure she could have too,” Tony replied as he pulled away from the curb.

The city passed by as he weaved in and out of traffic. Your hands rested in your lap, watching the buildings go by. Your hand slipped up and you felt a small pang of loss at the flat abdomen you were greeted with. Your fingers flexed in, trying to force yourself to remember this is what normal was.

You startled slightly, pulled from your thoughts as Tony’s fingers slipped around yours, coming in between yours and your stomach. He closed his grip, holding your hand tight, bringing it back down to your thigh. He was quiet but he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

It was going to be okay, you told yourself.

~~~

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