"Nooo, let's just get you out of here. I'm sorry, strict orders." he huffs quietly as he carries you up over his shoulder and into the backseat of a cab, he has to make himself really small in order to fit in.
"Shtrict orders?! I'm the one with the orders I tell you I'm not done!" you protest, opening the car door and leaving, König sighing and following you once again.
"Rick said you've had enough and it is time-"
"WELL, Rick is not my DAD nor your BOSS! I AM-"
"Ma'am let's just--"
"Don't ma'am me!" you stumbled across the street back towards the club. You had quite the amount of alcohol in your system and were being really loud. Too loud. Rick felt that you were trying to drown some worries in alcohol type of loud. You had cut your hand on broken glass already and lost one of your expensive gloves, starting a fight with one of the guests about it. You opened up the door angrily and stomped inside, only for Rick to hold onto your arm in all the hassle.
“You’re going home now.”
“Rick what the fuck? This was my show? You’re kicking me out?! I’m having a blast!”
“You’re bleeding and you were starting fights with the guests, that’s not okay y/n…I’m doing my job”
“WELL, I’m trying to have fun! Am I not allowed to have fun?!”
“Y/n…Don’t. Let König bring you home, sober up…Tomorrow you’ll write me and go to the doctor, about your hand. It’s a deep cut.”
“It’s a scratch, Rick!”
“I won’t let you back in for tonight, I’m sorry.”
You try to squeeze yourself past him, with no success. He’s much stronger than you after all. You try a few more times and start punching his chest, he fixates your wrists with ease.
“Y/N! I don’t know what kinda devils you’ve been trying to drown tonight but I’ve had enough! You don’t pull this shit here! This is still your workplace! I care about you and I know last week was hard for you but that’s why I’m sending you home! So you don’t hurt yourself any more!”
Ouch. That hurt.
Tears roll up your eyes and you nod slowly, your whole vision turning blurry as you couldn’t hold them back.
“I’m sorry dandelion…We’ll talk about all this tomorrow, okay? König?” he looks over to the tall man standing behind you, König nodding and coming closer to carefully touch your shoulder.
“I CAN WALK BY MYSELF!” you shout at him, leaving back towards the cab, crying.
Rick hands König your suitcase which you forgot and pats his shoulder.
“She’s not always like this. I don’t know…Keep an eye on her. Stay at her place just…There’s something more to it. Usually she knows her limit, okay?”
König nods and rolls your suitcase after him, storing it in the trunk of the cab you were waiting in. As he got in you were sobbing, rubbing your eyes and ruining your whole make-up, you didn’t care. König told the driver your address and looked out the window. He knew you’d prefer not being looked at right now, so he chose to just be a shadow for the time being.
“It’s all just so mean I am so sick of it all” you whimper quietly, he looks down to his gloves.
“We’re getting you home, y/n. It will be okay.”
“Fuck off what do you know…” you mumble, looking back out the window at the passing lights and crowds of people. König kept quiet, focusing on just getting you home safely.
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Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE...
