tattoos and button downs

bartender || calum hood

You laid on the couch of the house you shared with your best friend.

“Get your ass up, we’re going out. You’re gonna get hot, we’re gonna call some friends and we’re gonna stop mopping.” The curly haired ray of sunshine that was Ashton, said coming in the room.

“I don’t feel like it.” You whine.

“I have it on good authority that Calum is bartending at that new club.”

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yeshorrormovies  asked:

Hi! I requested something before your asks got deleted! I know you probably won't do this. but it's about the reader always wearing pants and she's been an avenger for about a year or so and nobody really noticed she never showed her legs. But one day she comes strolling into training in short shorts and a sports bra and she has tattoos everywhere from the belly button down. And all of them are vintage military and flowers (these are mine) and all of the avengers want a tour/Bucky loves them.

I hope you like this and that it was similar to what you were looking for. <3

You remembered the first week of training with Natasha.

She’d always made comments about how you always made sure every inch of your skin was covered, thinking that you might be ashamed of your scars.

She’d tried to make you feel more comfortable by showing you hers - one on her hip, a few on her thighs and one or two on her arms. 

You’d assured her that wasn’t the case and continued on with your training, shedding your hoodie to make her feel a little better.

You see, it wasn’t so much that you were ashamed, but you were hiding something from the team. 

6 months later, on a day no different than any other, Sam caught up to you as you were jogging the perimeter of the tower, making a comment about how you shouldn’t be wearing sweatpants when it was 90 degrees out and how he’s never seen your legs before. You rolled your eyes, called him a pervert, and kept running.

It was now a little over a year later, and you’d managed to keep your secret from everyone… but today, of course, the air conditioning was down in the tower and the building was ungodly hot.

Nat and Wanda were wandering about the tower in sports bras and booty shorts while all of the men were sporting nothing but loose-fitting shorts. 

You’d decided today was the day you’d come out of hiding.

You donned the shortest pair of shorts you owned and a sports bra, revealing every inch of your inked skin - brightly colored, traditional style tattoos, from your waist down to your ankles. 

Of course, you were proud of them, but you weren’t sure how the team would react to you being so heavily tattooed.. Today was the day you’d find out.

You practically skipped down to the training room, feeling freer than you had in years. Natasha was the first one to notice you, her eyes going wide as you came through the door. “Y/N..?” She asked, sounding shocked. You smiled at her, taking a few steps towards her and resting your hands on your hips. Her look of awe changed into a smile as she came towards you, too, her eyes raking up and down your legs. “You’re…” She started, but a hand touching your lower back grabbed your attention. “Beautiful..” Bucky’s voice finished for her as you looked over your shoulder, seeing his eyes moving up and down your legs, too. 

You could feel a blush creep its way onto your cheeks as his hand moved lower, to your leg and he knelt behind you, inspecting your thighs up close. Steve had made his way over to you, too, along with Scott, small smirks on their lips.

“I knew you were hiding something, Y/N, but this was unexpected.” Scott spoke, scratching the scruff on his chin and smiling at you. You shrugged in response, trying to hide the shiver that worked its way down your spine when Bucky’s vibranium finger traced the outline of one of the many flower tattoos on the back of your thigh. “Why would you ever hide these..?” He whispered from below you, and you shrugged again, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I guess… I was worried what you guys would think.. I wanted you to take me seriously as an agent.” You replied softly and you saw Steve smirk. “I guess you’re not the only one with interesting limbs anymore, Buck.” He said with a chuckle, only making your blush deepen. 

“What do they all mean?” Natasha asked, studying the colorful lines that peeked out of the top of your shorts on your hips. You smiled at her, looking down at yourself. “Well.. Some of them have meaning, but the others.. I just kinda liked them.” You confessed, laughing softly. You could hear Bucky let out a small laugh as his fingertip traced another line down the back of your calf, making another shiver work its way through you.

You were about to take a step away from him when he suddenly stood up, resting his hands on your hips as he did so. “They’re beautiful, doll.. Really. You shouldn’t hide them.” He whispered for only you to hear. You opened your mouth to reply, but were cut off by the training room door opening and a gasp. “Y/N?” Sam asked, squinting as he took slow steps towards you. 

You couldn’t hold back the laugh that left your lips at the look on his face. The poor boy looked so incredibly confused. “You.. You’re not wearing pants?” He asked softly, his eyes lingering on your legs for a moment.

You heard Bucky growl lowly and his grip on your hips tightened as he moved to stand in front of you, blocking Sam’s view. “Alright, pigeon, that’s enough oogling for today.” Bucky murmured, and you could see Sam smirk from over Bucky’s shoulder. “You win this time, Barnes..” He mumbled as he walked away, towards the bench press. 

You looked up at Bucky briefly, smiling at him, and he returned the gesture, his hair falling into his eyes. You couldn’t resist the urge to push his hair back and soon found your fingers tangled in the dark locks at the base of his skull. “Do you have anymore?” He whispered softly and you bit into your lip to hold back your laughter. “Yeah, I have a huge Iron Man helmet on my ass.” You replied and his face fell almost immediately.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter for long, soon erupting into a fit of giggles. “Please tell me you’re joking.” He said, his face stark white. You nodded through your laughter, looking up at him. “Of course I’m joking. Everyone know’s I’m a Captain America gal.” You told him with a wink. He rolled his eyes, pulling you closer by your waist and letting out a small sigh. “Oh, of course you are.”

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If I Could Do It All Over Again

All Parts: {x}

Part: 9/?

Pairing: Hamliza

Inspiration: this drawing

Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.

Warning: injuries, cussing

Word Count: 3,776

Dedication: @totallyademigod I like what you had to say :)

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A/N: Remember that best comment/tags/asks get dedication!

When the trio arrived at Angelica’s house in Upper Manhattan, Angelica had invited Eliza’s entourage to stay for dinner. Angelica had always been polite, but it was something Eliza didn’t exactly expect. Usually, when Angelica was being cordial, she was really finding a way to indirectly get information from someone, and that was exactly what Angelica was doing.

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic with HOT NEW TEACHER CLINT BARTON. And yknow, some Clintasha too. BUT HOT TEACHER CLINT BARTON IS IMPORTANT. Tattoos would he gr8 too. Maybe a suit. Please and thanks.

I’ll do ya one better, Hot New PROFESSOR Clint Barton get in my life here we go.


“The Aristocracy in 18th century London. You got this, Barton.”

The door of the lecture hall opened. He clamped his mouth shut and looked up from his notes to see the first student - his honest to God first ever student - enter the room. She paused at the top of the stairs, brows drawing together, black leather bag clutched tightly in one hand.

“History 312?” he called, and tried to inject a little enthusiasm into his tone, to cover the nervous butterflies clenching his chest. The woman’s eyesbrows arched up at that, a wry little grin pulling her mouth up at one corner. “Come in. Sit anywhere. I won’t do attendance or assigned seats or whatever.”

She hesitated for a moment that seemed to stretch on indefinitely, long enough that he began to feel anxious that she was in the wrong place, this wasn’t his first student at all, maybe he wouldn’t have any students–.

She walked down the stairs and chose a seat right on the front row, placing her bag carefully on the seat beside her.

“Professor Barton,” Clint said, stepping forward and sticking out a hand to introduce himself. Were you supposed to introduce yourself? She probably didn’t give a shit. Was he being creepy? Super creepy, probably. He jerked his hand back, realizing too late that she’d been about to accept the gesture.

“Natasha,” she said with a slow grin, and tucked her hand back into her lap.

“Sorry,” he said quickly. Blowing it, Barton! “It’s uh…it’s my first class. You’re early.”

He went back to his notes, heat stinging his cheeks. He didn’t look at Natasha again, didn’t look up at all until the door opened once more and a tall guy stumbled in, looking a little lost. He looked to Clint and then at Natasha, sitting in the front row; she gave the kid a jaunty little wave and smile, and he took a seat in the back row.

Two students! The new kid even pulled a textbook from his backpack.

The lecture hall filled up, and Clint shuffled his notes on the podium. Were the tattoos peeking out of the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down too much? Probably so. He didn’t want them to think he’d be an easy credit. He shrugged on his sportcoat and did up one button.

The clock at the back of the lecture hall read 9am, and he launched into his introduction. The kids actually paid attention, took notes, a couple even looked for a moment as if they’d interrupt, maybe to argue a point or ask for clarification, but they chickened out in the end.

No problem. He’d made sure to leave a transition in his notes, a good point to pause and regroup.

“Any questions?” he asked. Crickets. He felt his posture slump and tried to reign in the disappointment.

Natasha’s hand shot up. Maybe she had a question and maybe she was just taking pity on him, but he didn’t much care at this point. Relief swept through him and he gestured for her to go ahead.

“Could you tell me what day it is?” she asked.

Odd, but…

“Tuesday,” he said. A hushed ripple of laughter swept across the room. Natasha smiled again, stood and stepped forward, stuck out her hand.

“Professor Romanoff. It’s Wednesday and you’re in my lecture hall.”

anonymous asked:

B.a.p and vixx please!


Yongguk, Daehyun, and Himchan

suspenders, white wine, woven bracelets, winks, chokers, crisp white button down shirts, pink and white roses, cute giggly laughs

black muscle shirts, tattoos, nice butt, piercings, cute smile, neon stage lights, awkward laughs, the mom friend

hoodies, nose rings, pastel colors, facetiming whenever you get the chance, english sheepdogs, beanies, denim jackets


Leo and Hyuk

chokers, calligraphy, hats, ballet, smoky makeup, knitted sweaters, antique furniture, green eyes, intricate tattoos

puppies, pouty lips, suits, blue button down shirts, beaded bracelets, eskimo kisses, kenyoncé

red wine, candles, satin and silk sheets, black and white, thick bracelets, leather, chocolate candies, multicolored hair

pink, dimples, cameras, brown jackets, bright smiles, acoustic guitar, museums, broad shoulders, acting

I’ll Show You Crazy Pt. 4

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Words: 1,656

Warning: Smuuutt

vine credit: shut up ho (you gotta check this account out it’s amazing)

“So, Mister and Miss J,” Our new client says as he sits across from us, “Nice to finally meet you two famous criminals.”

J and I smirk with confidence. I play with my fingernails on my left hand, taking note that I need to repaint them later.

“Oh I’m sorry, Misses J.” Our client corrects himself after seeing my very sparkly ring.

“Miss J.” I correct, “It rolls off the tongue better.” I explain, using hand gestures to add emphasis.

I lean on the bar counter with puppy dog eyes. “Whiskey, please.” I adjust my all diamond necklace J and I stole the other night as I wait.

“I got it.” The client from earlier pulls out his wallet as he sits next to me. I turn to him with a judging look as I get my drink. He places a $5 bill on the counter for the bartender. “What? Don’t accept mannered men?” He flirts at me.

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Woo Enterprises (Pt.1)

A/N: So as J Vs T is coming to an end, I thought I’d start writing my new fic. Please please please tell me what you think, how I can improve or whether I should continue or not. Thanks! x

This was it. My new start. Everything of my past was behind me…well, as much as it could be. I was a young woman setting out into the world. No longer were the bullies of high school or the aimless time wasting days. No longer did I have to put up with my parents arguments or my siblings’ petty fights. I was a working, independent 19 year old. 

As I walked through the office building on my first day, I felt every set of eyes on me whilst the air was filled with ringing phones. I’d somehow managed to earn one of the highest reception jobs for Woo Enterprises. There was an opening place, so using the only qualification I’d got from my many absent days of high school, my IT skills landed me the position. The interview had been a breeze, only because Mrs Woo was such a lovely lady. She understood my circumstances and said my skills would be best utilised here. 

“Ah, Y/N, good to see you again.” Mrs Woo called me over to her. She was leaning on a desk where a young, but older than me, looking girl was playing with her headset. 

“You too Mrs Woo.” I bowed politely and she let out a little chuckle. 

“No need for the formalities Y/N. How are you feeling?” She asked kindly, beginning to walk to the coffee machine as I followed behind. 

“A little nervous but I’ll be fine once I’ve settled in.” I answered honestly, feeling as if I was talking to my own mother. She handed me a coffee before making one for herself. Then we were moving through the office. 

“No need for nerves. I know you are more than capable for the job.” She told me as she pressed the elevator button. I was slightly confused, my interview and induction had both been on this floor, in her office. There was no need to use the elevator. 

“Where are we going?” I asked stepping in the elevator after her. The kind smile on her face prevented my panic as she pressed the 10th floor button, all the way at the top of the building. 

“This is where your office is. This department is by far the busiest, it’s where most of the CEOs are, as well as where all the company meetings take place.” She explained. I nodded, following her like a little puppy as she lead me through more staring eyes. I heard whispers from all around, as well as a faint yelling sound. I kept my head down, hearing sickeningly sweet voices call hello to Mrs Woo from the workers. 

“Where will I be?” I asked as we reached closer to the end of the long passageway filled with boxed off cubicles for three or four workers. Then we reached the end of the hallway. There was a single desk, not boxed off like the others which faced all the other workers. 

“Here.” She stated but it was clear from my name plate on the desk. I nodded, smiling weakly as I grew nervous, looking back at all the workers staring at us. There was a door to the left of my desk with Woo Jiho on a plaque. The arguing had grown incredibly loud where we were standing.

“And you’ll be down there?” I asked worriedly, pointing to the floor, knowing that Mrs Woo’s office was on the floor we’d just come from. Floor 3. 

She chuckled and nodded her head. She opened her mouth to speak again when suddenly the door beside us opened. A young, beautiful woman stepped out with the evilest frown on her face. Her fluffy coat made her look like a vulture. Her hair was tied up into the tightest bun I’d ever seen, it pulled the skin of her face back too. I looked away from her deathly glare as she eyed me and Mrs Woo. She slammed the door hard, making us both jump as she stormed through the office on her high heels. I swallowed nervously. Was that my boss? 

“Come on, let’s go meet Jiho.” Mrs Woo said softly, holding my arm as she lead me through the previously slammed door. My heart stopped as a blonde man, covered in tattoos which were noticeable through his white button up paced up and down behind his desk. He was a lot younger than Mrs Woo, it was clear by his face even with the stern frown and the style he presented. 

“Wow, Mrs Woo, I didn’t take you for a cougar.” I chuckled, stopping myself immediately when I realised how inappropriate that was. My eyes widened as the man twisted his neck to glare into my eyes. Mrs Woo chuckled too, covering her mouth with her hand that wasn’t holding my arm. 

“Oh so you’re hiring comedians now?” Jiho, I assume that was him, glared deeply at us, gesturing his hand towards me. His tone was spiteful and he was giving off an intimidating vibe. I stayed quiet, feeling more nervous as Mrs Woo let go of my arm. 

“Jiho, that’s enough!” She yelled, I’d never heard her be so stern. She made her way across the room, towards the desk. Jiho growled and slumped back into his chair, raising his feet onto the desk. “Whatever problems you have with Mei Ju are not to be taken out on anyone else!”

Jiho feel quiet, looking down at his hands as Mrs Woo spoke to him. I took my time looking around to almost empty room. It was very barely decorated apart from a few quotes like poetry and a picture of a gangster looking person wearing a grill. 

“Y/N,” I was called back to reality by Mrs Woo’s soothing voice. I raised my eyebrows looking over at her. “This is my son, Woo Jiho.” 

I widened my eyes, quickly noting that Jiho was Mrs Woo’s son, not her husband. “Hello.” I said quickly and bowed as I noticed his glare, not as intimidating as before because of the smirk that appeared on his lips. 

“I can assure you, he’s not always this ignorant.” She hissed, looking back at her son who still had his eyes fixated on me. I swallowed loudly as I subconsciously began fiddling with the hem of my skirt. 

It was his phone ringing that broke the silence. I jumped slightly as he looked down at the phone, picking it up. “Woo Enterprises, Jiho speaking.” 

There were girly giggles heard from the end of the line as Jiho’s smirk grew wider. He fiddled his pen around his rough fingers as Mrs Woo rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll send her now. Thanks darling.” Jiho replied, hanging up the phone before looking up at his mother. “You’re wanted in your office.”

Mrs Woo glared at him suspiciously before walking back over to where I was standing, still near the door. “Y/N, I hope you have a nice first day. Give me a call if you need anything, my number is the second line on your desk phone.” She opened the door, staring back at her son. “Oh and Jiho, behave.” She warned him before closing the door behind her. 

I noticed Jiho looking at me, so I turned around to open the door when I heard his voice. “Sit.” He instructed me, gesturing towards the seat opposite him on the other side of his desk. 

I walked towards him cautiously, feeling glad I’d worn my shoes with only a little heel. I tugged the bottom of my skirt as I sat down, looking down at my blouse to make sure none of the buttons had come undone. 

“What’s your name?” He asked casually, leaning back in his seat. 

“Y/N.” I replied quietly, looking directly at his desk so I wouldn’t have to look in his eyes. They were so captivating. 

“Well Miss Y/N, do you have any questions for me?” He asked, almost a sarcastic hint to his voice. Jiho reminded me of the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. Even though he was being nice, you could tell there was something more to him. 

After thinking for a moment or two, I asked the first thing I could think of. “What should I call you?” 

The look on his face was smug as he leaned forward on his elbows. He leaned his head on his hand as he stared into my soul. “Call me Mr Woo, no wait, that’s too formal. But Jiho isn’t appropriate for my position of standing. I know, Sir. You like Sir?” 

I nodded immediately, biting my lip nervously as his eyes flicked up and down my body. My hands pressed against my skirt as I crossed my legs, feeling my cheeks heat up. Jiho let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes as I noticed how defined his jaw line was. I swallowed loudly as I imagined running my lips along it. Damn it Y/N, he’s your boss. 

He opened his eyes suddenly, cracking his knuckles one by one as I began picturing what his masculine hands could do to my body. I whimpered softly, a familiar ache between my thighs made me cross my legs further. Jiho stared at me as he stretched his hands before settling them on the arms of his chair. 

“I see you are aware of our dress code, Miss Y/N.” His eyes travelled up and down my body again. I looked down at myself, nodding quickly as I agreed with everything he said. Something I promised myself I’d never do after last time.

“Is there something wrong with this?” I asked suddenly, finding the urge to please him. His tone was so unreadable, so thick I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. 

Jiho chuckled, leaning forward again as his eyes rested on my chest. “I don’t see anything I don’t like.” He answered my question, his bottom lip protruding. My heart began to speed us as I watched Jiho looking at me. I had to admit, he was one of the most beautiful people I’d ever seen. He was so charming. So familiar, for all the wrong reasons.

“Any other questions for me? I’m often a busy man so if you have any queries, it’s best to open up to me now.” His smirk became more apparent with the end of his words. I thought for a second, finding my head to be clouded with bad thoughts about the man in front of me. 

“Why do you call me Miss?” I found myself asking the question before I’d even thought it through. It was probably his thing. Something he did to everyone. What a stupid question Y/N, he just said he’s busy and here you are wasting his time.

“Well I assume you’re not married,” Jiho said, making me shake my head in agreement to him. “And you’re a young woman,” he added, making me nod in agreement again. “So I think you’ll find that Miss is the correct prefix for you, don’t you think?” 

“Yes Sir.” I nodded again quickly, seeing the look of delight on his face from being right. 

“Good girl.” Jiho whispered, smirking at me deviously as he bit down on his bottom lip. I felt his words wash over me as my body began to heat up. 

Before I could respond, the knock on the door threw my out of my trance. As it opened, one of the girls who was staring at me and Mrs Woo stumbled in. Her skirt was a lot higher than mine, barely covering her thighs and her shirt was three sizes too small. She giggled, leaning against the door frame as she played with the clipboard that she’d skilfully placed under her boobs to push them up. “Oh.” She mumbled, glaring at me when she noticed my presence.

“Yes Sue Ya?” Jiho spoke, seeming to have to expression, in his voice or face. 

“Your meeting starts soon Mr Jiho.” The sluttiness could be heard in her voice. I chuckled slightly, shaking my head as the fake innocent smile reappeared on her face. 

My chuckle caught the attention of Jiho as his eyes shot back towards me for a second, smirking before looking back at the door. “I know, I have it written down.” 

“I know, but I just couldn’t wait to tell you.” Really? That was the best excuse she could come up with? I mean, I wasn’t bright but if she had a job here, no wonder Mrs Woo thought I’d do great. I rolled my eyes at her attempt to flirt with her boss. 

Jiho smiled fakely, standing up from his seat as he strode past me, towards the door. “Thank you, Sue Ya. Remember what I told you about knocking?” His eyebrows raised as he stood over the girl who obviously loved the attention. 

She pretended to stumble forward, resting her hand on his lower stomach lightly as she looked up at him. “Don’t come unless you say I can?” The emphasis on come made me laugh loudly at her desperate attempt. I slapped my hand over my mouth when I realised how loud I laughed, both their heads turning to face me. 

“Alright. Now go back to your desk and get some work done.” He told her, making her nod as he shut the door once she’d gone. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms as he strutted confidently over to the desk, leaning against the side closest to me. He still had the smug smile plastered on his flawless face. 

“Someone’s got attitude.” He raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms across what I imagined to be a remarkably toned chest. His biceps were almost bursting out of his shirt as I licked my lips before frowning up at me. 

“Yeah, maybe that skank has.” I mumbled, before closing my eyes shut tightly, realising yet again how inappropriate that was. It was him! He made this side of me come out.

His chuckle made me open my eyes again. Realising I wasn’t going to get fired. “I think you’re a little jealous that she got to touch me.” He smirked, biting his plump lip as he leaned back on his hands, giving me a good idea from the tight shirt what was lying underneath. 

“Are you always this self obsessed?” I snapped back, getting uncomfortable of how close he was getting to uncovering my secret attraction for this man I’d known for five bloody minutes!

“Oh come on Y/N,” He chuckled. For the first time since I’d entered the room, he was talking to me like a casual friend, rather than being intimidating. “I’ve been seeing the way you look at me since you walked through the door. Don’t try and deny it.” 

I didn’t. I chuckled, rolling my eyes again as I stood up, pushing my skirt down a little. “Do you have any work for me to do?” I raised my eyebrows, not being able to stop the smirk on my face as he gave me a shocked look. 

“You’re sassy missy.” He shook his head, still smiling as he walked towards me. “Anyone in the office would pay to spend time like this with me.” He smirked as our bodies became centimetres apart. 

“I’m being serious,” I chuckled, not really proving my point. “What can I do for you?”

“Y/N,” Jiho almost growled, going back to the dark, demanding boss like before. My heart skipped a beat when he said my name, I wasn’t nervous, yet at the thought of disappointing him, I grew worried. “You forgot something.” 

I knew straight away what he was talking about. I had thought about it myself, but not gotten it out in time before my throat grew dry. Jiho’s breath was hot on my forehead, he was much taller than me. “What can I do for you, Sir?”

I looked up at him, seeing him look past my eyes, directly down my top. “Good girl.” He whispered. I grew nervous, placing my hand on his chest to push him away slightly. He stumbled back a centimetre or two, raising his eyebrows.  “I said you just wanted to touch me.” He winked, smirking at me as I blushed wildly. “All your work is on your desk, but don’t be afraid to come see me if you need a hand with anything.” He winked again, making my head spin as I nodded quickly, spinning around to face the door before swiftly walking out of it. 

I shut the door behind me, relaxing a little as I made my way to sit at my desk, only a few steps from his door. I read through the notes on my desk before looking up, seeing most of the women in the department glaring at me from across the room. This job was going to be a lot different than I thought.

Rose (Joker x reader) 1

Pairing: Joker x reader 

Storyline: You are a young student, respected and admired by your family members. One night, you attend your father’s banquet for his business, when the gangster king himself catches you snooping around in places where you don’t belong.

Chapter 1

You looked in the mirror. Today was the day you were attending the big banquet with your family and some family friends. You had convinced your mom to let you bring a friend so that you wouldn’t actually die of boredom. You were wearing a red silky dress. It was a little risky for a family gathering, reaching down to your mid-thighs with spaghetti straps. You actually felt good, your makeup looked good and the dress fit you perfectly. Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad after all.

You were bringing your best friend Y/B/F/N. She was dressed in blue with high heels. ‘’Wow, someone’s dressed up.’’ You smirked as you eyed her body. She chuckled and popped her hip in your direction. ‘’Well you never know, maybe I’ll find a lonely rich business man.’’ You scrunched your nose and laughed at her. ‘’God, you never change do you? Just please don’t make out with an old man in front of my parents, they’ll never let you back into the house again.’’ You warned her. She just shrugged it off and slapped your ass.

‘’Y/N!’’ you heard someone shout from downstairs. You wobbly wandered over to your closet, pulled your perfume bottle out and put some on before you and Y/B/F/N hurried downstairs to the car. When you arrived, your hopes increased a bit. The location was actually really nice. You couldn’t remember what the banquet was about or who it was for but they had free drinks and music, so you were pretty much set.

Your family pulled your arm and dragged you over to distant relatives, bragging about you and encouraging you to talk about all your wonderful achievements. In the corner of your eye, you could see Y/B/F/N placing her arm on some man’s shoulder as she giggled with a glass of champagne in her hand. Jesus. If your parents saw this, they would probably have a heart attack.

You excused yourself politely and strolled over to her side. ‘’Excuse me sir, could I borrow her for just a minute?’’ you said to the man with the golden watch as you pulled her away from him. Y/B/F/N giggled, ‘’sir?’’ you glared at her. ‘’I don’t know, this place is so fucking fancy I don’t know how to address people.’’ You chuckled and grabbed the glass out of her hands. ‘’Eyy! Don’t be a party poop-‘’ you downed the rest of the champagne and threw your head back. ‘’I need more.’’ Y/B/F/N grinned and eagerly dragged you to the bar.

You kept looking over to where your parents were standing, scared they were gonna catch you in the act. They were chatting and laughing with some business-associates of your father’s and didn’t pay any attention to anything around them. 

This caused a wave of relief to wash over you as you took a sip. Y/B/F/N poked you with her elbow and raised an eyebrow. Five or six men were standing on your left, eyeing you both up and down and smirking.

You could feel your cheeks turning red as you looked down. Shyness and innocence had always been the cards you played in terms of men. On your right side, three men stood talking to each other and then you overheard something. ‘’That’s not good, come on, get T, meet me in the back. I don’t want no blood bath here, there’s kids everywhere.’’ Y/B/F/N had also caught up on the conversation and you looked at each other with wide eyes.

The two of you sneaked after them when they left. Your heels would reveal you if you got too close so you kept a safe distance. The men put their hands into their pockets, pulled out two revolvers and loaded it. Both of your breaths hitched in your throats as you stopped. ‘’We should go back Y/N.’’ You sighed and looked down the hall, watching the men disappear out of your sight but you couldn’t help yourself.

 ‘’I’m going, don’t worry, I’ll be safe.’’ You kissed her on the cheek. She smiled at you and shook her head. ‘’God you are one crazy bitch. Oh and if you die, I’ll fucking kill you.’’ You both laughed as she strutted back. You walked on your toes and jogged after the men, before you lost sight of them.

When you reached the end of the hallway, you saw them entering a golden room. They shut the door behind them and sat down, opposite someone. You tiptoed over and bent down, trying to sneak a peek at them. Opposite them, sat a man. First, you couldn’t see him very well but when you looked closer, you could see golden skull rings on his fingers. 

Just from the sight of his hand, you could tell that he was in charge of whatever was going on. He had his fingers wrapped around a purple cane as he squeezed it tightly. Your gut churned and you leaned your ear into the wall, hoping you would be able to make out something of what they were saying.

 As you pressed your head to the door, you started to hear mumbling of words form in your ears. ‘’That’s my money J.’’ one of the men spoke, his buck turned to you. You could see the mystery man with the can tighten his grip. ‘’Tell me, commissioner.’’ You stopped breathing. His voice sounded like something you’d never heard before.

 It was velvety and smooth but also rough and hard. ‘’When you finish your business, do you have a girl to go home to?’’ he asked the man in the suit. You flinched as he stood up and you finally got a look at him. He was tall, had neon green slicked back hair and wore a buttoned down red shirt. His tattoos sent shivers down your spine. The man in the suit looked up at him. ‘’What do you mean, sir?’’ he was stuttering. 

The green haired man grinned which revealed his dark silver grills. He opened his arms and tilted his head. ‘’I love this guy! ‘’sir?’’’’ he mimicked and chuckled. Then his face turned serious and he looked down at him. ‘’Do you, have a bitch? A sweet little rose that you fuck senseless until she screams your name when you get home from work?’’

This remark made you gasp as you buried the side of your head into the wall. ‘’I-uh, I have a wife.’’ The suited man stuttered even more than before. Mystery man placed his hands on the man’s knees and bent down, like a predator. You could feel how nervous the man must have been. 

Mystery man just kept staring at him, the man shaking more and more by the second. Before he made his next move his eyes travelled up and for a second, met with yours. You immediately bent down under the under glass and hid. When you placed your ear at the door, you could hear that the room had now gone quiet. Shit shit shit. You started to slowly crawl backwards, keeping your head down and your heels off the ground.

When you reached the hallway you’d come from, you used your hands to pull yourself up and straightened your back. You took a deep breath and turned around to sneak away before anyone noticed you. However, when you turned, you were met with ice cold eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat and you squealed slightly. The room was dark, but you could still see every detail on his deranged face. ‘’Where do you think you’re going?’’ he grinned at you.