#the old boss thought i never spoke; this one is learning that if you get me on the right topic i never shut up

[jtownraindancer]

my new boss is apparently a hugger, bought me my favorite tea, and just spent a half hour in here actually talking to me. i’m so used to the aloofness of my old boss that all this socialisation is almost overwhelming.

[yongility]

NEO TV # I LIKE ME BETTER WHEN I'M WITH YOU. (jaehyun x reader) 2/?

genre: angst, suggestive, gang au, rich kid au, enemies to lovers (kinda), a lil of fluffy stuff. slowburn, series.

warnings: drug use mentions, gangs, fights, use of weapons, adult language, illegal activities, cheating (not on the main couple), toxic family environment, addictions, manipulation, insecurities, illegal street racing, death mentions. jeno is jaehyun's younger brother, angst, smut and if I slip something my bad haha.

word count: +10k? (I really went all for this chapter)

a/n: I'm a sucker for cliche stuff so as soon as this fic popped in my mind I had to write it down, english isn't my first language tho.

I’m sorry if this is too long TT, but this is kinda a slowburn? it might contain a lot of parts so wait for part 3! One of the reasons this is long af it’s because I would like to show you how Jaehyun and (Y/N)'s life is before they get together! So pls pls don’t skip anything I hope you like it!

if you want to be in the taglist, just lemme know;) enjoy!

Jung Jaehyun was an idiot.

But he was a clever idiot, and anyone who knew him would know that.

That's why within Neo Zone, his boss had the trust he had in him. Jaehyun was his best guy, or at least that's what he proclaimed enthusiastically every time the boy handed him a new payment for the merchandise he had to sell in his area.

None of his guys were as good negotiators as Jung Jaehyun.

He didn't know if it was because of the particular and convincing way he spoke or if it was because of the bad boy appearance he had, which made people pay him everything they owed him with just a bad look from him. Jaehyun didn't consider himself good at many things, but he was definitely good with numbers, maybe because since the initiation of his gang almost eight years ago, his only job was to maintain the sale - and sometimes purchase - of merchandise. So the numbers always, always had to be exact unless he wanted his boss to get angry and face consequences.

Because despite being a good worker, Jaehyun had faced consequences on multiple occasions.

His scars around his body were not a deco. They didn't have the purpose of scaring away anyone who stood in front of him. They had a slightly different origin than most people thought. Yes, some were the result of a street fight that possibly took place in one of the underground races. Perhaps from a fight against another dealer who tried to sell in his area, but many of them were caused during his early years in the business, where being a kid with little knowledge of how to handle the merchandise he carried with him, things would go wrong and he had to be punished by his own boss and the elders of the gang.

As he often heard during those years, he learned the easy way or the hard way.

Jaehyun's initiation into the gang was different from what other teenagers in Neo Zone had experienced.

In his own defense, he never believed that his initiation had been extreme compared to the experiences he had heard about, however, Jaehyun had to join the gang at the age of eleven.

Normally initiations took place between fourteen and fifteen years old, but there was an exception with the boy. Families in Neo Zone had to have at least one active member in the gang - commonly the man was that member - and it didn't matter if it was the grandfather, father, or son. There always had to be one if they wanted to continue with the safety of their family.

Because being active ensured you the protection that Lee Sooman could offer your family.

So when Jaehyun's father was brutally killed in what they called a clash in a raid. The next member of the Jung family had to take his place, and being Jaehyun the oldest brother and becoming the man of the house, he had to answer for the protection of his family, at his young age of eleven. The boy's duties initially did not involve business as such, since he was still inexperienced in the matter, but Lee Sooman took him under his wing and managed to get Jaehyun to accompany him wherever he was to start acquiring the knowledge he expected to have thanks to the experiences he had with his new boss.

But there was a time when Jaehyun had other aspirations.

There was a time when Jaehyun appreciated getting up to go to school to learn, not to keep his business running. There was a time when the boy could approach his mother while she cooked, sing together, and dance with his little brother happily.

There was a time when Jaehyun loved to sing, and all those little things that brightened his life even a little were damaged by the businesses he was starting to manage.

Because by now, Jaehyun wouldn't just be a dealer.

Lee Sooman expected a lot from him.

And he hated that he did.

If only he could escape from that zone, he would do it as soon as the first opportunity arose, but things weren't as easy as he thought.

And he knew that more than anyone else.

In the end, the only reason for his mere existence currently and the only reason he endured all he had to endure was for his family, which meant everything to him. It was all he had, it was all that drove him to continue, and it was all that gave him the strength to get up every day.

And because he was the man of the house, right?

And he had to take care and protect his family even if he didn't do it with his own life.

But maintaining that title wasn't easy, especially having a rebellious teenager as a brother and having to take care of all the bills that ran through his house.

If only his brother could make things easier for him. If only his brother would listen to him once in his life... because if there was one person who didn't listen to Jaehyun, if there was one person he found difficult to intimidate, it wouldn't be anyone other than Jeno.

And amidst all his complications, there would be no greater one than trying to make a teenager listen to him.

The streets of Neo Zone are not safe at any time of the day, but of course, they would be even more dangerous when the sun set. Jaehyun, as much as he wanted, would never understand why fate gave them that life, if only... if only they had been more fortunate and even just grown up in Kosmo*, his life would be so different.

Jaehyun hated walking the streets of Neo Zone, especially if it wasn't for business, but there he was, walking through the dark alleys that were barely illuminated by the reflection of the moon that had recently filled. His steps were short but firm, as his personality used to be. His leather jacket covered him well from the cold breeze he could feel in his bones, and the rings on his fingers helped him stay focused as he ran his thumb over them. In the distance, within an alley, he could see a pair of cigarette tails being lit as smoke emanated from the mouth of the person consuming it. Jaehyun took a deep breath as he disapproved and approached the group of boys more and more.

Immediately he could recognize him, that blue hair couldn't go unnoticed even if he wanted, what a bad choice his brother had made.

Once he found himself at the entrance of the alley, he grabbed a stick from what once seemed to be a baseball bat and, taking advantage of the distraction of those boys, he made it hit against the garbage container next to him, causing the boys to jump in fright and change their gaze towards him.

Meanwhile Jeno maintained eye contact.

"Let's go," Jaehyun snapped without hesitation.

Jeno's friends and his own brother ignored him and continued with their business, Jeno taking a drag of his joint and exhaling the smoke from his lungs with a cynical side smile. His friends let out a laugh that made Jaehyun's blood boil, and he hit the garbage container again - "I said let's go, Jeno."

His brother huffed as he rolled his eyes: "Go bother someone else, Jaehyun."

The boy clenched his jaw and, dropping the stick from his hands forcefully, he then approached the group of boys and seeing the determination with which Jaehyun walked, the boys stepped back a few centimeters, Jeno stood up and held his gaze firmly on his brother's.

When Jaehyun reached him, he snatched the joint from his lips and threw it to the ground to then step on it. He raised his gaze again and looked at the boys, who were behind his brother with a bit of panic in their eyes.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here if you don't want me to wipe that scared puppy look off your faces and give you real reasons to be scared," he snapped brusquely. The boys simply shrank in their place, not moving an inch - "Haven't you heard me? Get lost!"

This time, the group of young vandals hurriedly left the alley, leaving both boys facing each other, staring directly into each other's eyes and without saying a single word. Only annoyance could be felt emanating from each of their bodies.

"What the hell are you doing, Jaehyun? Can't you go bother somewhere else?" asked Jeno, exasperated.

"You didn't go to the school," his older brother replied with no expression on his face.

Jeno let out an incredulous laugh and shook his head amusedly - "Is that why you're here? To make a scene because I didn't go to the school?"

"I put all my damn effort so you can attend that school, and the least you can do is not skip," he said while pointing a finger at his chest and pushing him forcefully - "And what do you do all damn day, huh? This?" - he pointed at the joint that was now shattered under his foot - "Hanging out with those boys and wasting your life like this?"

"You're no better," Jeno retorted.

Jeno had had his initiation into the gang not long ago. Two years ago, when he turned fourteen, and since then, Jaehyun had managed and had done everything possible to keep his boss from involving him in any business, and to be able to maintain that, his workload had increased, since now he had to do what Jeno would have to do, because definitely being a dealer with no future was not something Jaehyun wanted for his brother. He knew Jeno was smart. He knew Jeno had the potential to be someone in life.

To have a future away from Neo Zone.

Not like him.

And the last thing he wanted was to see his brother being an addict in the alleys of Neo Zone.

"I just care about you," Jaehyun said quietly.

Jeno looked at him with his eyes reddened by the substance he had just ingested and clenched his jaw after hearing that.

"You care about me? You do the same fucking thing every day. And let me tell you that you're not just an addict, you're a damn dealer. Congratulations, you bring money to the table! But at what cost? You talk about caring? You ruin other people's lives," Jeno spat as he lightly pushed him.

Jaehyun wished he could say that those words didn't hurt him, but it was impossible. After all, they came from the mouth of his little brother, who was one of the lights of his life.

"Jeno, we're not going to argue about this," Jaehyun said as he felt his rings and ran his thumb over them "but this is not what I want for you, you have more future than those boys you hang out with, Jeno. You have more future than me. It's just that you don't want to see it... this... this is not what I want for you. I don't want you to spend the rest of your life on these damn streets looking for pleasure in some damn drugs and I don't want to see you overdose. For now, it's weed, but if you don't know how to control yourself and don't know how to handle it, it won't be just that. You're not a child, Jeno, and you should know that your actions have consequences."

"Why do you talk as if you were a saint, Jaehyun!?"

"Because I damn know what I'm talking about !" the older one exclaimed, about to explode and giving him a stern look - "Jeno, you need to understand that this is not what I want for you."

"If this is not what you want for me, why don't you do something better than getting into my damn life? Why don't you start with yourself, huh? How do you expect this not to be part of me if you have mom and me in this shitty place?"

"I'm trying, Jeno... I..."

"Trying? How? By selling more kilos every day? That doesn't help at all, Jaehyun! Why don't you do something else? Why didn't you get us out of here when you could?" he questioned as he approached him again until they were face to face. Both with a firm gaze, without hesitating and without flinching.

"Oh, I know," Jeno muttered - "you don't do shit because you're afraid of ending up like poor Sicheng, right?" - he blurted out.

And that was the last straw.

By inertia and upon hearing that name, Jaehyun's arm lifted and went to punch his younger brother's cheek, causing the area to immediately turn red and Jeno's face to move to the side. The blue-haired boy brought his hand to his cheek and slowly returned his gaze to his brother, finding a bit of regret in his eyes.

"Don't ever mention Winwin like that again," Jaehyun requested without moving.

"Fuck you."

Jeno lightly pushed Jaehyun and walked briskly out of the alley they were in.

And then Jaehyun found himself alone with regret running through his body.

If only things were simpler.

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"Did you go to Neo Zone!?" Jungwoo's exclamation made (Y/N) jump in her place and quickly approach him to cover his mouth with her own hands while giving him a stern look.

"Shut up, Woo, my mother can hear you!" she retorted almost in a whisper but agitatedly. Then she removed her hand from the boy's mouth and sat down next to him on the bed.

"Are you crazy? What were you doing there on a Friday night?" he asked, accusing her. They remained silent for a few seconds, then Jungwoo jumped on the bed and looked at her in surprise.

"Who are you fucking and why didn't you tell me anything!?”

(Y/N) widened her eyes and quickly shook her head.

"None of that! God, Jungwoo, you're an idiot," she lightly tapped his head with the palm of her hand.

"I'm not seeing anyone."

The boy rubbed his head with a small pout and then looked at her curiously.

"So?"

"It was for Daeho," the girl declared.

Jungwoo rolled his eyes dramatically and stood up from the bed to stand right in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Now, what trouble did that idiot get himself into?"

With a heavy sigh, the girl looked at her hands and slightly shrunk in her place. "A big one, Jungwoo. You should have seen how he came home on Friday."

"What happened?"

"Well, what do you think happened? The idiot bought drugs and didn't pay on time. And to make matters worse, he decided to buy them from Jaehyun and made him go to Neo Zone. Apparently, his boss got angry about the debt, and believe me, he was very angry."

"And what have they done to Daeho?" he questioned her again, this time with concern in his voice.

"They beat him up, Jungwoo. He's covered in bruises and they've split his lip and eyebrow," she explained frustratedly.

"Was it Jaehyun?"

"Huh?"

"Did Jaehyun beat him up?"

"No. No, Jaehyun was with me when that happened," she commented while sighing. "But I don't know what to do, Jungwoo. I'm really worried about Daeho. I'm afraid something like that might happen again and it'll end up worse."

Jungwoo looked at her in silence for a few seconds and then sat back down beside her, taking her hands in his and giving her a slight squeeze as a show of support.

"(Y/N), I know it's not my business and you're worried about your cousin, but Daeho is not a child anymore. You can't go through life trying to fix his mistakes. He knows what he's doing, and he should know the consequences behind it," he explained gently. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat, trying to dispel the knot that threatened to form.

"I know, Jungwoo, it's just that..." she paused to take a breath, "I'm all Daeho has. I'm the only person who genuinely cares about him. The least I can do is be there for him," she bit her lip.

"And there's nothing wrong with that, really. But you can't always be by his side, hoping he won't get into trouble. Daeho needs help, yes, but he needs it from a professional before his drug problem becomes a serious one," Jungwoo affirmed, letting go of her hands and putting his arm around her shoulders to give her a slight hug.

"Do you think I haven't mentioned that to him? He doesn't want to listen."

"There's not much you can do on your own, (Y/N)."

It was then that the girl preferred not to say anything and just accept the hug her friend was giving her; because she knew that as soon as she mentioned that she had made a deal with Jung Jaehyun so that he wouldn't sell anything to his cousin again, Jungwoo would surely go crazy.

So now she not only had to hide this from Daeho but also from her best friend.

It couldn't be that difficult, right?

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If there was another place Jaehyun hated besides Neo Zone, it would be the principal's office. He wouldn't have enough fingers and toes to count the number of times he found himself in that same position, sitting in a leather chair, with Principal Kim in front of him giving him a disapproving look.

"I can't do much this time, Jaehyun" the principal spoke and removed his glasses from his face to pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingers, "if you don't improve your grades, I'll have to expel you. I don't have any other excuse not to do it."

"But you have to do something" Jaehyun retorted, raising one of his eyebrows and crossing his arms, causing the principal to clear his throat and rest his glasses on his desk.

"Jaehyun, I can't keep covering up everything you do and don't improve even a little. The teachers don't want you here anymore, and if you don't raise your average, there's nothing I can do.

The boy sighed heavily and bit his lower lip. Then, the image of a Hwang came to his mind, and he smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, Principal Kim. For the next evaluations, you'll see my average clean," he explained with a smile.

"I'd like to know how will you do that?" the principal asked, incredulous.

"Studying, Principal Kim. How else would I do it?"

The principal chuckled and shook his head.

"You're warned, Jung. Now, leave my office and go study."

Without saying anything else, the boy got up from his seat and calmly left the principal's office, crossing the hallway until he reached the courtyard of his high school. He looked around, getting a couple of glances from some of his classmates, who surely weren't used to seeing him leave that office once again and as soon as his eyes located a person,

Jaehyun smiled.

He put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walked towards the silhouette sitting under a tree, with at least five books around her and taking notes from each of them, and in which she must have been very concentrated not to feel the presence of the boy a few steps away from her. Hwang let out a heavy sigh and then cursed under her breath, dropping one of her books to the ground abruptly.

"Having a hard time, angel?" he teased while leaning against the tree behind her.

The girl quickly lifted her gaze to then look at him with annoyance and closed one of her books abruptly.

"Don't bother me Jaehyun. I have no interest in having a small talk with you right now," she said, rolling her eyes. "How do you expect me to finish all your assignments and mine before the week ends?" she asked, frustrated.

"Speaking of that, I expect a good grade on those assignments. The principal has already talked to me about kicking me out if I don't meet the average this evaluation," he said, shrugging.

"If only you bothered to study from time to time, you wouldn't have these problems," she retorted reading her notes.

"Why would I do that when I have you, sweet cheeks? Business are business, besides, I've been keeping my word" he said proudly. "How long has Daeho been clean?"

(Y/N) fell silent, thinking of a response, and answered, "almost two weeks, I believe so."

"Do you think it'll last much longer?' he asked again, and she shrugged.

"I hope so, he promised," she muttered without looking him in the eye. Jaehyun sighed and moved to sit next to her, an action that confused the girl, but she didn't comment, she simply let herself go.

A consumer's promises were the worst, and they both knew it. Despite the fact that Daeho didn't consider himself merely an addict... he was. In recent weeks, he was more often in a state of euphoria than sober, and the fact that his parents had been away for over a month was a perfect excuse to do so. Hwang feared for him and feared a lot. What Daeho saw as something harmless kept her in constant unease, because she knew that Daeho wouldn't stay clean for much longer, and there wouldn't be anything else she could do.

"At least you're the only dealer he trusts to buy from," she scoffed, shaking her head.

Jaehyun laughed softly. "You know that as soon as he feels the need, he won't only come to me. Abstinence tends to be difficult for a consumer."

"I know.'

"And what will you do? Offer more money?'

"I don't know, Jaehyun," she replied with a tired tone. "I don't know what to do with Daeho, I don't want him to end being a mess."

To the eyes of an outsider, that scenario could seem a bit funny; Hwang (Y/N) and Jung Jaehyun in the same place without wanting to pull each other's hair out, but if there was something that had caused that conversation in Neo Zone two weeks ago, it was that Jaehyun had managed to empathize at least a little with the girl. At the end of the day, all they both wanted was the best for their families.

They weren't so different in that sense, however, they didn't share anything else. They were simply acquaintances with a common purpose and nothing more.

"The evaluations are coming up, you know what that means?' he asked suddenly.

"What? do I have to do twice your assignments?" she replied with another question, and Jaehyun shook his head with a half-smile.

"Johnny's parties are also coming up, and it's something you should keep Daeho away from. You know his parties are not the healthiest and most innocent thing out there."

Johnny Suh was well known in high school for two reasons; first, because he was the son of one of the best real estate sellers in the city, making him one of the wealthiest kids in high school, and second, because of the study groups he organized near each midterms on one of his properties.

The study group that was nothing more than a facade for the big parties they really have. Every two months, students eagerly awaited that party because with Johnny Suh organizing them, how could not be the best? When it came to those parties, Johnny spared no expense, he would take one of his parents' properties, buy tons of alcohol, invite the dealers from Neo Zone, and didn't care if you were from the south or north, you were welcomed all the same because according to his own words: the more people attended, the better the fun.

And yes, it was something (Y/N) should be worried about, because Daeho could never miss one of those parties. Johnny Suh was within his circle of friends, so he wouldn't dare to let down one of his great friends, how could he?

"Cat got your tongue?" Jaehyun's voice caught her attention and she turned to look at him while exhaling deeply.

"No, Jaehyun, and I'm not in the mood for this."

"Oh, relax, angel" he spoke, raising his hands in defense "I was just mentioning Johnny's party, you know Daeho wouldn't miss it" Jaehyun continued trying to rile her up.

"Great timing for my uncles to return" she muttered, angrily gathering her things and putting them in her bag. She stood up abruptly and Jaehyun followed her.

"Hey, calm down, what's wrong?"

"Daeho's parents are coming back during midterms week and they'll surely having him running around here and there, enough reason for him to go to that damn party" she spat, starting to walk away from him with Jaehyun behind her "and as soon as Daeho stops being clean, I'll break our deal" she threatened, turning around to face him.

"You can't do it if I haven't done anything, you made the deal, you keep it" he said defensively. It wasn't the time for him to risk it and not deliver those high grades to Principal Kim.

"Yes, I can and I will, Jaehyun."

"We made a deal, you can't back down now. I'm already losing money because I'm not selling anything to Daeho".

"I can still write you a check down" (Y/N) said.

"I think I made myself clear when I told you that I didn't want your money".

Ding.

Before the boy could reproach and start an argument with (Y/N), his phone rang in his jacket and he took it out of his pocket to turn on the screen and read the text his friend had left him.

“Yukhei:

come to the garage, something happened.

10:30 am

Don't ask, just come.

10:30 am

I don't even know what happened

but they're furious.

10:31 am”

Jaehyun looked up at the sky, cursing under his breath and closing his eyes. He returned his gaze to the girl, who was now looking at him with confusion, and pointed at her with his index finger.

"I expect my assignments by the end of the week" he commented, turning around to walk away from the place and leaving a frustrated (Y/N) behind.

"Hey! Jung Jaehyun!" she called out loudly "You can't just leave me like this! Hey!”.

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When he reached the garages, Jaehyun got out of his car, slamming the door shut, immediately drawing Lucas's attention. Lucas was sitting there smoking a joint, one leg propped against the wall and one hand in his pants pocket. Jaehyun approached his friend and took the cigarette from his lips, then took a drag himself.

"What the hell happened now?" he asked, exhaling smoke from his lungs and raising an eyebrow at Lucas. His friend sighed and straightened up.

"Jeno".

With the joint between his lips, Jaehyun's eyes widened, he tossed it to the ground, stomping on it, and quickly took a step forward, only to be stopped by his friend, who placed a hand on his chest. He looked at Lucas, not understanding and showing no expression, then listened to him speak.

"Before you go in there and cause a scene. I don't know what happened. Cheol Uk wouldn't tell me shit, he barely said something had happened with Jeno and they're waiting for you inside" the dark haired guy explained, lightly tapping his friend's chest.

Jaehyun's chest swelled after the deep drag he took. He closed his eyes for a moment and brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose, squeezing it slightly.

"Do you know if he's okay?" he asked, opening his eyes and met with a grimace on Lucas's face.

"Honestly, I don't know".

One of the garage doors opened, causing both boys to turn their heads towards it and seeing Cheol Uk coming out of it, nodding towards Jaehyun to enter, so the guy began walking towards there with Lucas behind him, who was immediately stopped by the guard who put his hand on the boy's chest: "I've been told that only Jaehyun can enter."

Jaehyun turned his head to give Lucas an affirmative look, who breathed deeply and stayed in his place. Jaehyun walked through the garage door, which closed seconds later, and headed towards where his boss was supposed to be.

His head was spinning, and only his brother's name ran through it. What the hell had he done this time?

He didn't even know if he was okay or where he could be, and that was eating him up anxiously.

Despite everything that could come out of Jeno's mouth and his rebellious behavior, as an older brother, Jaehyun worried a lot. Jeno was an important part of his life, and as soon as something happened to him, he wouldn't know what to do. He began playing with the ring on his hand as he continued his way, managing to hear a couple of shouts that he knew well, came from his boss; he clenched his jaw, he was right behind Lee Sooman's back, who, feeling a presence, turned halfway, face to face with the boy.

He approached dangerously. Jaehyun held his breath and suddenly, a burning sensation ran through his cheek, feeling his boss's palm hit him. Jaehyun didn't flinch, didn't complain, and simply did nothing.

He knew it was better that way..

He stayed in his place, straightened his posture, and continued to look ahead, but without making eye contact with Lee Sooman.

"Do you know what your brother's little joke has cost us?" the man asked with annoyance.

"No sir".

"A lot. Your brother is an idiot, he couldn't do something as simple as what I sent him to".

Jaehyun's body tensed, and this time, he made eye contact with his boss.

"What... do you mean you sent him to do something" unintentionally, the tone of his own voice rose, catching his boss's attention "I thought we had a deal, boss."

"Are you talking to me about deals, Jaehyun? Look, the kid came to me asking for a job, and I really admire your whole facade of wanting to feel like the responsible older brother who doesn't want anything to happen to his brother and blah, blah, blah" his boss spoke mockingly "but the boy isn't five years old, Jaehyun. It's time for him to be a grown-up, isn't it? Turn him into one, just like I did with you, right? Look at the man you are, boy".

He felt the falseness in his words, and the sound of his laughter irritated his ears, but again, he said nothing, he knew he shouldn't, and simply stayed in his place to continue listening to him.

"But Jeno and his idiot friends go and screw it up, and now it cost me money and a possible fight. Aish, they can't do anything right if you don't teach them" he muttered the latter.

The boy's brow furrowed and followed his boss's silhouette as he walked to his desk.

"A fight?"

"Yes, I sent them to leave some stuff at the train station, and they ran into Yellow Wood's guys, they stabbed one of the boys. Ah! Park will surely want to do the same" Lee Sooman sighed as he brought his hands to cover his face "and if that's not enough, the Yellow Wood guys stole the stuff, and believe me, they weren't just a few wones worth in drugs. There were a lot.

"Sir..."

"Don't try to cover for your brother, Jaehyun. He made a mistake, a big one, and now, who will pay for it? I'm sure Jeno won't."

"Excuse my brother, sir. I... will talk to him, for sure..."

"A talk won't solve my problem. I need my money, or what? Where do you expect me to get paid from? How do I pay my guys for their work? If there's no drugs, there's no money, and you know it, Jung."

"Sir, please let me do something. I... don't have the money right now. I'm paying for his medicine and..."

"Oh, Jaehyun, don't give me the same old story. Those damn medicines don't matter to me. I've helped you enough with that boy, and I know the whole story inside out and upside down."

Jaehyun's fist clenched at his sides, and he closed his

eyes for a moment, avoiding exploding right there.

"I'm sorry, sir. What do you want me to do?"

"You'll take double of the stuff on Friday when you pick it up. You'll have the weekend to sell it and deliver it to me by Monday, and let's see if you can teach that idiot brother of yours how to handle the business properly once and for all."

The boy's eyes widened, double of the stuff in one weekend? He had been struggling to make ends meet with his normal portion, and now he had to sell double in three damn days. If Jeno was okay right now, he surely wouldn't be after the scolding Jaehyun was going to give him.

"But sir, the business has been slow these days, and..."

"I don't care, Jaehyun. I don't give two shit about how you get that money, but I want all my stuff sold by next Monday, understood? If you don't deliver the money, there will be repercussions, and no, they won't be on you, Jaehyun. It's been Jeno with all this bullshit."

Without saying anything, he nodded. He supposed he would have to ask Johnny for a favor at his party; it was the only place he thought he could sell at least half of what he owed. As for the other half... he would figure out what to do with it later.

He watched as his boss pointed to the door with his hand, and Jaehyun obediently turned around to leave the place. The blood was rushing through his body, and he clenched his fists tighter and tighter as he moved.

His brother was such an idiot.

Not only had they lost the stuff, but they had also stabbed one of the Yellow Wood boys, and he knew they would come back looking to do the same. What guaranteed him that one of these days his brother wouldn't come back with a wound like that? He let out a sigh as he opened the garage door. He saw Lucas quickly approaching him, but he didn't pay the slightest attention to him because he was too busy storming towards his car with fury in his eyes.

His friend tried to stop him, but he couldn't, so he simply followed him. Both got into the car. Lucas heard the slam Jaehyun had given. He started the car without answering the questions the guy in the passenger seat was asking and drove off at speed towards his house. Lucas kept calling him, but it was in vain because Jaehyun could only think about how bad the conversation he had to have with his brother would go. The older boy's knuckles could be seen white from gripping the steering wheel, and he could hear him cursing every now and then. Lucas gave up and sighed as he leaned back in his seat; it was pointless to try to talk to Jaehyun when he was behaving like that, so he simply wouldn't bother anymore.

A few moments later, they were in front of the boy's house, where the older one quickly got out of the car, and Lucas continued his steps behind him.

"Jaehyun! What the fuck happened!?" Lucas shouted at his back, and again, he didn't receive an answer.

He aggressively entered the house, slightly alarming his mother, who was in the kitchen and, seeing the way her son had entered, left things and approached him.

"Where's Jeno?" he asked without preamble.

"What happened?" she asked, concerned.

"Where's Jeno?" he repeated, clenching his jaw.

"In his room" she didn't even finish speaking when Jaehyun was already walking towards the door, she turned worriedly to see the boy beside her and spoke: "Yukhei, what happened?"

Jaehyun opened the bedroom door with a bang and found Jeno sitting on his bed, with a bruise under his eye and his lip slightly open. The older brother exhaled deeply and approached his brother, who was already standing up and naturally, defensive.

"What the fuck do you think you did, Jeno? Huh?

"Stay out of my damn life, Jaehyun. I'm sick of it" Jeno spat as he walked towards him.

"Oh, are you sick of it?" Jaehyun asked "Wow, the little boy is tired of me only wanting what’s best for him" he said, feigning a pout "Do you know the stupid thing you and your friends did?" he questioned again as Jeno pushed him slightly with his shoulder and walked out of the room. Arriving in the living room, where Lucas was trying to distract their mother —"Not only did you lose the drugs, Jeno. You stabbed someone from Yellow Wood, do you think that's something funny to do?"

"What? Drugs?" Mrs. Jung asked confused.

"Shut up, Jaehyun" the younger one spoke through his teeth.

The boy looked at his mom and then at his friend, scoffed, and denied as he once again approached his brother: "Jeno went to Sooman to ask for a job" he confessed as his mother exclaimed in surprise "and now I have to answer for the stupid things your son did".

"Stop treating me like a damn kid!" Jeno exclaimed as he pushed him slightly, managing to anger the older one a little more.

"You want me to stop? Huh?"

"Jaehyun, Jeno. Enough" their mom intervened from her place, causing Jaehyun to turn to look at her and shake his head.

"No, Mom. Jeno doesn't want to be treated like a kid anymore? Fine. Does he want to ruin his life? Fine. If the boy is old enough to make decisions for himself and get into things he has no fucking idea about; let him. I don't give a shit anymore. I already have enough responsibility for this house as it is for him to come and add more".

Silence fell in the living room, with Jaehyun and Jeno staring directly at each other. With their mother leaning on Lucas, who was supporting her, and Jaehyun could only catch between his ears, the boys' accelerated breaths in front of them.

"You have no idea what you're getting into, Jeno. Do you think it's easy to go out there with that stuff and sell it like chocolates? What are you going to do when you don't meet the quota? Huh? Will you take responsibility and face the consequences? Ah, right. You're not a child anymore, and you don't need me. So if something happens... Don't you dare come running to me, because if you have the balls to get into this shit. You'll have the balls to solve your problems. Once you enter in this shitty hole, there's no way out" he ended slowly as Jeno widened his nostrils. He turned around and left the house with a bang, making his mother jump in her place, and with tears shining in her eyes, she moved away from Lucas to approach her older son.

"Jaehyun... "she murmured as her son enveloped her in his arms and hid his head in her chest "he's still my baby" she sobbed.

Jaehyun looked at his friend, who only gave him a sad smile and lightly patted his back, silently demonstrating the support he would always provide.

"I know, Mom. Jeno will be okay" he replied in a whisper as he stroked her hair and planted a kiss on the top of her head "I promise you that someday I'll get you out of here, even if I have to stay behind"

His mother raised her head to look into her son's eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek: "Jaehyun, I can't take this anymore. You're my children, I don't want to see you both ruined, I can't" the boy choked up and once again caressed her hair.

"I'll get you out of here, someday I'll be able to do it, including him. I'll get all four of us out of here, I promise you".

His mom nodded with another tear running down her face and pressed her lips slightly. Jaehyun moved away from her and moved towards Lucas, to nod his head indicating that he should accompany him out of the house. Both boys walked in silence towards the door, where they were stopped after hearing the words that came out of Mrs. Jung's mouth.

"Don't end up like your father, Jaehyun."

The weight those words carried was something the boy couldn't believe.

Because that was something he wasn't sure he could promise.

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Once her uncles set foot in the city, it would be total chaos. It was something that (Y/N) knew, something she was aware of, which was why she simply hated the thought of it happening for two simple reasons: first, because then she would have to be even more attentive to her cousin and his possible impending collapse due to the pressure his parents put on him as soon as they arrived in the city.

And second, because their arrival meant a family dinner at her house; which had no other result than to talk once again about the future that awaited both of them and the vast comparisons their mothers loved to make between them, creating an endless discord: to see which family had more than the other, or to allude to who had a better present and future than the other.

At her ripe eighteen years, (T/N) never managed to understand the dynamics of her family. Were all families like hers? She didn't understand why her father and uncle had this constant competition between them; as brothers, it was the last thing they should have. Did money eventually turn you into such a person? Was it something that Daeho and she would become when they were responsible for the companies? She couldn't wrap her head around that scenario, the last thing she would want is for there to be some kind of conflict between them when they both needed each other, both had each other's backs, and both were the support for each other.

What a great family environment existed in that residence.

And if she could add a third reason: it was that she hated having to behave like the perfect daughter everyone expected her to be.

Coincidentally and to her own misfortune, the dinner at her parents' house was on the same night as Johnny Suh's party.

One more concern to her list.

With the faint reflections of the moon on her room and the gentle breeze coming through her large window, she gave one last careful look in her mirror, observing her figure wrapped in a black dress that ended just above her knee, a white and fluffy sweater that covered her from the coolness of the night, and her platform boots that complemented the style of the rest of her outfit.

She sighed... approached her dresser, picking up the first pair of earrings she saw to put them on her ears and let out another sigh. She never understood the formality of dinners at home, in the end, it was just her parents, her two uncles, Daeho, and herself who would end up sitting at the long dining table, but what she did know was that if she dared to come down with any outfit that didn't please her mother enough... she would instantly make her go back to change her clothes to something more suitable for her... or for them rather. Because according to her mother; you never know who the next person you might meet is.

Yes, even in her own home.

Where there wouldn't be more than six people.

She had tried multiple times to get in touch with Daeho since early in the morning, as soon as she had found out that her uncles' flight had arrived, however, he didn't answer her calls or text messages; which was enough to make (Y/N) nervously bite her nails. Something that had her tired, she was tired of living like this, worrying about everyone but herself, but if she didn't worry about her cousin the way she did, who would?

She was well aware that Daeho was not a child of five years to be in charge of, but sometimes she felt like he was. With the little attention he received from his parents and all the attachment and emotional dependence he had developed towards his cousin, (Y/N) had no choice but to fulfill that role, but... how much more would it consume of her?

She was grateful to have Kim Jungwoo in her life; the only sincere friend who had crossed her path. False friendships that could arise around her were no surprise to the girl: status was everything. If you wanted people to see you well, recognize you for something, and not sideline you, you had to hang out with people of your same level. (Y/N) tried to remember all those times she tried to create friendships, but ones that were sincere, each of those times ended in a failed attempt when she realized that people didn't really care about her but the great dollar sign that pursued her as if it were an ornament.

What a fake life.

That's why the affection she had for Jungwoo was immense. The only person who gave herself the opportunity to get to know her without judging her, the only person with whom she didn't have to maintain a whole facade.

She hated pretending; everyone thought she was perfect, that her life was perfect, the presentation she always carried was perfect, they even thought her family was perfect; she had spent the last few years of her life trying to keep up appearances, continuing with the facade that her parents and uncles had created and if Daeho screwed up, it all fell on her, because she was the one who had to fix it, because she was the one who had to assure everyone that everything was fine in her family... because if she let her guard down and showed her reality; the dream world that the Hwang family had invested so much in pretending would come crashing down like a freshly kicked sandcastle.

And so, seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours and when she least expected it, she found herself uncomfortably seated between her mother and Daeho, with a plate of food that, for the moment, didn't look appetizing at all and with her leg bouncing slightly from the anxiety emanating from feeling the tense atmosphere she was wrapped in.

Her mind was elsewhere. The last thing her ears had captured was the conversation her uncle had created about his recent trip to New York, where he had signed a couple of agreements and where... she couldn't remember anything else.

It reminded her a lot of her childhood, where they would both sit for hours beside their parents listening to them talk about business, money, agreements, and a thousand things that at her age they wouldn't understand but that according to their parents, getting involved from an early age in the world they lived in would help them shape their future.

In a way, she felt like her childhood had been stolen. Instead of being able to go out to the huge yard of her house to play like any normal child, she had to stay inside to attend one of her mother's arranged classes for her. Instead of listening to a story that her father had to tell her before going to sleep, she found herself with the stories he told her about "how he became the successful businessman he was and how she had to do the same" or the times when they always wanted to include her in the adult world when she was barely in elementary school.

But she never complained... at least she had a family and a roof over her head, she convinced herself of the luck she had of being born into the family she had... a total privilege.

When she lifted her eyes from the fixed point they had been pinned to, she could notice out of the corner of her eye how Daeho simply limited himself to eating in silence, nodding from time to time and feigning a smile here and there, moving his cutlery slightly and taking small bites of his food.

At least she wasn't the only anxious person at the table.

Her gaze lifted when her name came out of her mother's mouth, who was watching her expectantly with a smirk: “Isn't that right, sweetheart?” her mother inquired.

“Hmm, excuse me?” she questioned with a small voice as the adults' gazes were fixed on her.

“Oh, sweetheart, it's disrespectful not to pay attention to the matters discussed at the table” her mother gave her a fake smile that simply made the girl change her gaze to her hands resting on her lap and tilt her head in apology, causing her mother to let out a snort that was only heard by her “Your uncles and we have been talking about the fact that Daeho and you are about to graduate, we believe it's time to start looking at which universities you'll get into” her mother explained, staring at her intently “although, personally, your father and I have had this whole life plan we created for you since you were seven, remember we talked about studying abroad?

“Oh! We also want our Dae to study abroad! We had thought about Oxford! Isn't that right, honey?”Daeho's mother spoke with enthusiasm addressing her husband, who only smiled as he nodded.

(Y/N) and Daeho shared glances for a couple of seconds, precipitating what was to come, and smiled sadly at each other.

“Umh, mom? I don't think this is something we should discuss right now... there's still a little time before we graduate. I don't think it's a... necessary topic right now...”

The girl was interrupted by a gasp from her mother, who looked slightly offended and placed a hand on her chest, shaking her head from side to side.

“You say there's still time? (Y/N), you graduate in a year, do you think that's little time? We should start looking at universities, especially if we want to send you abroad.”

Taking a breath in surprise, she spoke: “Mom, abroad?” the girl let out a sigh “I don't think it's necessary, I mean... Seoul has incredible universities and curriculums, it's not necessary to go far from home...”

“Seoul?” her mother asked incredulously “Do you think I, your mother, will send you to some mediocre university in Seoul? You must be crazy if you think you'll end up at any of those universities” she continued with contempt “You, miss, will get into an Ivy League university, like your father and uncle did and there’s no other way.”

The table fell into a small silence, where only the looks of Mrs. Hwang and (Y/N) were shared intensely, when slightly the voice of Daeho's mother was heard:

“Well, we also have to see if she's capable of passing the exams first, don't we?” she said quietly before delicately wiping her lips with the cloth napkin on her lap.

The gaze of (Y/N)'s mother abruptly changed to the other woman, who only smiled sideways in a mocking tone and feeling her cousin's body tense beside her, the girl's anxiety shot up a thousand miles per hour anticipating what was to come.

“What did you just say?”

“I think you heard me right, sweetheart. We must see if my niece really has the ability to pass exams as important as those of the Ivy League, because believe me, dear” she changed her view to the girl “it's not just going, sitting down, and looking pretty as you've done all these years.

It felt like a punch… right into her face.

Was it really like that? Did her appearance speak more than the effort she had put into her work for so long?

Was that how they really perceived her?

She knew she had much more to offer... why were they reducing her to just that? She was dedicated, she was responsible... wasn't all her effort worth it?

Wasn't it enough?

“I think you're the least qualified person to talk about children, Eunji” (Y/N)'s mother attacked “Daeho is no delicate flower, the disaster he is when you don't pay attention to him...”

The eyes of the mentioned boy widened and immediately (Y/N) dropped her hands on her table and got up from her seat.

“Mom! Stop this” the girl exclaimed.

“Do you think I'm going to let this woman come to my house to talk about you and my family like that, when we welcomed her with open arms?” her mother reproached, standing in front of her.

“You don't have any right to talk about mine either” now Eunji joined the conversation.

“Oh, come on, Eunji, stop being so blind and realize the kind of son you have.”

Daeho didn't need to be there anymore, which was why he fleetingly got up from his seat and without saying more, left the house with more haste than his cousin had ever seen. (Y/N) dropped her cloth napkin on the table with noticeable annoyance to try to go after her cousin, it was when her mother took her by the arm, squeezing firmly.

“Don't you dare set foot outside this house.”

She didn't know if it was the anger running through her veins or the tiredness of always wanting to do what her mother thought was right; but she didn't need to think twice when without looking back she went out the large door of her house, taking the keys to her car on the way. Her throat felt weird, she didn't want to waste a single tear. She shouldn't. With her hands slightly trembling and biting her lip, she took her cell phone and pressed a couple of numbers on it, waiting for the other line to answer.

With heavy breaths and sitting in the driver's seat of her car, she listened to the rings her phone produced and when she finally heard a response, she spoke quickly:

“Jungwoo, I'm sorry for calling late, but there’s a party we need to go”.

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The scenario in which Jung Jaehyun found himself was not unfamiliar to him. His ears had been ringing from a few meters away before he arrived at one of the Suh residences; with Wong Lucas by his side and stepping out of his own car: a BMW M2, a car that he had won from a rich kid in one of his many bets a few months ago, thanks to his luck and his driving skills.

And since then, it had become his favorite car. Luckily, he could occasionally take it to his friend Taeyong's workshop to make some adjustments and add a couple of details to make the car even better.

Entering the mansion, he could see some familiar faces a few meters away from him. Some greeted him warmly as their dealer was just entering, while others tried to avoid him like the plague. Either way, Jaehyun didn't care how they looked at him.

He came with a single purpose in mind.

It was incredible to see how much someone like Johnny Suh could invest in one of his parties: it was crazy to see how he splurged everything for a simple night. However, that was his perfect hook for his businesses, and if he had to give double the money to Sooman by Monday, he had to get started right away.

Without exchanging a single word with Lucas and lightly taking him by the arm, he brought him closer to the wall; from his pocket, he took out a couple of small bags and immediately handed them to his friend, who only nodded, understanding everything and putting what Jaehyun had given him into the pockets of his jacket. They hugged with a quick pat on the back, and again, without saying anything, they separated.

Observing the environment cautiously, Jaehyun went into the luxurious house, trying to blend in with the people there. His ears were still ringing, and the smell of marijuana reached his nose. He inhaled subtly and relaxed his posture when Johnny Suh's figure stood in front of him.

"Jung Jaehyun!" the guy exclaimed, opening his arms. "Welcome to the Suh residence, my favorite dealer. What do you have for me this wonderful night?" he asked curiously while waving his hands.

Jaehyun put his hand in his pocket and carefully showed him the contents he had there, causing Johnny to smile ecstatically.

"Half or an ounce?" Jaehyun asked, putting the small bag back into his jacket.

"An ounce, my friend."

Friend, surely.

"You know how much it is," Jaehyun said as he took out the small bag again and placed it in the guy's hand, receiving a 50,000 won bill in his other hand in return. "Dude, I don't have any change with me," he warned.

"What are you talking about, Jae? Keep the change and enjoy the night. The drinks are by the kitchen, take whatever you want, and if you happen to go up to any of the rooms, don't forget to lock it," he patted his chest with a wink from his eye and left his sight without saying more.

Even with a bit of evident surprise on his face, he tucked the bill into his wallet and continued on his way; it would be a long night, so why not have a little fun while selling all his stuff?

He didn't know at what exact moment his first drink of the night ended, nor did he know at what moment he found himself among a circle of people who had bought at least a quarter of what he needed to sell, nor did he know at what moment his hand ended up on the waist of a girl who was looking at him while batting her eyelashes at him.

He knew better than anyone that it wasn't time to get drunk, especially with the heavy merchandise he was carrying with him, but how good it felt the slight dizziness that passed through his head, the weed made him momentarily forget everything. When he was younger, he had sworn he wouldn't fall into alcohol so easily, but it was a temptation that was hard to resist, and eventually, weed also helped. For a moment, he could be himself and forget everything at home, in his neighborhood, at work.

But how hard it was when all that effect wore off and he became simply Jaehyun again, the number one dealer of Neo Zone.

His eyes momentarily diverted from the girl in front of him, watching as at the back of the room there was a Yellow Wood guy; one of the gang his brother had gotten into trouble with, selling a package similar to the ones he was selling to none other than Hwang Daeho.

He didn't know what had come over him because clearly it wasn't his problem, but slowly he left the small group he was in, hearing behind him how the girl he had spent the whole night with called him while he ignored her, heading towards the two young men.

"Hey, Chris," Jaehyun greeted with a serious expression. "Don't worry, I'll take care of this guy."

"Oh, Jung, don't get involved when I'm finishing a deal," the mentioned one responded as he pocketed the bills Daeho had given me. "Don't think we've forgotten about the little show your brother and his friends put on a couple of months ago on the train tracks."

He clenched his jaw and could feel Daeho tense beside him. "It's not like I'm going to forget that you're dealing and doing business in Neo Zone territory either, go back to your city and sell there," the tattooed guy explained as he dangerously approached him.

"Look, Jung, the last thing I want tonight is a fight, so stop getting in my way," Chris replied as he walked away from the guys.

When they were alone, Jaehyun stood in front of Daeho and stretching out his hand, he spoke: "Give me what he sold you."

It wasn't his problem, so why was he doing this? He hadn't sold him anything, so he hadn't broken any deal.

Was alcohol playing tricks on him, making (Y/N)'s face appear in his mind? Daeho looked at him without understanding what he was asking for, and that was enough for Jaehyun to let out a heavy sigh to repeat: "Give me any crap that idiot sold you."

"Look, Jaehyun, I don't know what's going on, and if this has to do with buying from someone outside your area, I'm sorry, but dude, you haven't wanted to sell me anything in the last few weeks, and I can't go a single damn day without getting something else," Daeho explained, putting the package away in his bag and refusing to comply with what Jaehyun had just asked.

"I don't give a damn that you can't keep your damn body clean, but apparently, your cousin does care, so give me that," he demanded again.

"What does (Y/N) have to do with all this? Are you fucking her or something?" asked the boy in front of him with annoyance, and now that he paid attention, his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

He didn't have time to deal with a junkie right now.

"Go ahead, champ. Go keep putting that crap into your body, I don't want you crossing paths with me all night," Jaehyun requested, touching the bridge of his nose, feeling Daehyuk getting closer to him.

That guy had courage out of nowhere.

And that's what a substance can do for you.

"I remind you that you're no better than me, you consume it and sell it."

Daeho stepped away from him, leaving him alone and causing him to clench his fist. He was tired, tired of remembering every minute of his life how messed up it was. Did he have another option? No, he didn't have any other option, right now, it was either to sell all that heaviness in the pockets of his jacket or risk ending up on Monday with a beaten body and having to hide it from his mother.

The night was still young, and he had to end up with those empty pockets. He just hoped Lucas was doing his part correctly.

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Jungwoo was next to (Y/N); it had been a while since he and his friend went out partying, and although clearly, she wasn't there to have fun, she wanted to make the most of the night.

The girl next to him scanned the room for any sign of her cousin, but there was no trace of him. The familiar faces of her classmates ran through her mind, and she was starting to feel overwhelmed.

"(Y/N), I know you're worried about your cousin and all that," heard her best friend's voice above the music, "but I also know you need to have some fun. Why don't we do that? It's been a while since we've been to a party; we should make the most of it, and then later, you can kick Daeho's ass."

"I don't know, Woo."

"Look, the same pressure Daeho says he feels is the same pressure your parents put on you, and after the scene they made today at dinner? Don't you think you deserve a break?"

Jungwoo approached the table where a couple of drinks were, quickly preparing a paloma for his friend and handing it to her after finishing it.

"Let's enjoy the night, break away from your home, and be yourself. Not the girl your parents expect you to be, not the girl your business expects you to be. Just the teenager you are now, just that." The girl, although not very convinced, nodded and then took a sip of her drink, feeling that Jungwoo had put more alcohol than soda in it. The boy laughed at his friend's reaction and hugged her by the shoulders.

"Alright, let's have fun tonight."

(Y/N) had never been a big fan of alcohol, especially beer. If she occasionally enjoyed a drink, it was usually some kind of elegant wine that her father had in the mini wine cellar at home; some kind of Cabernet Sauvignon or Pinot Grigio... however, tonight, the acidity that ran down her throat every time she took a sip of her commercial beer was a feeling of ecstasy.

She didn't know if it was because Jungwoo's words were really resonating in the back of her head, where she remembered that, right now, what she needed to do was relax and distance herself from her family. Because she deserved it. So she wasn't sure when she lost sight of her best friend during the night, maybe it was sometime around eleven or twelve at night when Jungwoo left her side; nor was she sure when her head started to feel light after the third beer, but she was sure she was starting to lose count.

Normally, it was always Jungwoo and (Y/N), stuck side by side and never separating, which is why, at that moment, it was strange to see the girl around classmates, with whom she rarely engaged in conversation, but she truly didn't care in the state she was in, because she was having a good time, and especially because a nice guy, whom she didn't recognize, was making her laugh like she hadn't in a long time.

Her phone felt heavy in the small bag she was carrying, especially because she was aware of the numerous calls and messages she had been ignoring from her mother since she had arrived at the Suh residence, and although she knew she should answer those calls, she firmly believed that she didn't want to deal with her and her father.

For now, she just wanted to be a girl having fun and forgetting about everything else.

The image of Daeho had been temporarily erased from her mind a while ago, but at some point in her night, the doubt of whether Jung Jaehyun had attended the party had arisen.

Still, she couldn't see him.

Amidst all the numbness her mind was going through, she didn't notice when subtly the guy she had been talking to for an hour moved her away from the group of people they were with. Chris, she remembered his name, had a slight grip on her waist; something she hadn't paid the slightest attention to.

"Why are we moving away?" (Y/N) asked in a sleepy voice, letting herself be guided by the steps the guy took.

"Oh, I just thought it would be good if we moved away a bit to talk more. You know, we can get to know each other a little better," the guy responded, causing the girl to overlook the hint of malice that came out of his mouth.

"But we were fine with the others," she dragged her words as she tried to move away from Chris's grip on her body. "Where's Jungwoo?" she asked when her inner alarm went off.

"He must be around here somewhere, don't worry; we'll look for him later," he replied as he gently brought his lips to the girl's ear and then moved them to her jawline. "Let's have a good time for now."

A light kiss was planted there, and it was then that her senses returned coldly, and all the dizziness she had previously experienced disappeared slightly; putting her hands on the guy's chest to push him away abruptly.

"No, I don't want to look for him later. I want to go with Jungwoo now," the girl demanded after her failed attempt to push him away.

"Calm down, Hwang. You've been practically all over me all night; it's not time to start playing hard to get, is it?"

"What are you talking about, idiot?" she questioned sharply and tried to push him again; she looked into his eyes with anger and could see in them the way they were droopy, slightly bloodshot, and that's when she could gather who this guy was and what he did with his lif “let go of me now or...”

"Or what? Stop pretending to be a fucking innocent; it doesn't suit you," he said as he, again, brought his mouth to the girl's neck.

And surprised by the strength she found in that moment, with a strong push and after struggling, she was able to push him far enough to release a punch that went straight to his jaw.

"You damn bitch," the guy spat, letting go of her and grabbing her face.

"That would be the last time you touch me, and get that if a girl says no, it's because she means no."

"You'll regret it, you fucking bitch."

With her heart pounding in her chest and her mind still accompanied by a slight dizziness, she began to move away from the guy and the dark hallway she was in. It was difficult to walk when her legs felt shaky from the scene she had been involved in; she scolded herself mentally for drinking the amount of alcohol she had drunk, knowing well her low tolerance to it.

She looked for Jungwoo with her eyes, and it was difficult to find him when her vision was blurry. She wanted to get out of there. She wanted to do it now.

What an idiot Chris had been. She hated it when men looked for things that weren't there. She had never hinted that she wanted anything, nor that she wanted to get away from the group. She felt dirty to remember where his hands had been. How his fingerprints felt on her skin and how she wanted to hit him again in his stupid face.

She felt something strange in her chest, she didn't know how to explain it; it was a combination of anger and vulnerability she was experiencing. The slight distress she felt there could be noticed on her face, surrounded by so many people under the effects of who knows what substance, feeling her body reacting slowly and not knowing where the hell Jungwoo had gone.

When she felt a hand on her arm, stopping her steps, she feared it was Chris, who had gone after her. And with her breath caught in her throat, she turned around to find a pair of eyes that took her by surprise.

"Hey, are you okay, Angel?"

She thought it was the first time she was glad to see Jaehyun.

It wasn't weird seeing Jaehyun in Johnny's house, she knew he's use to come to this parties at the end his presence was required if her classmates wanted to have a good time. What it was weird to her a that in the last two weeks he has seen Jaehyun more often that her own cousin, that always seemed to have an excuse to avoid her.

She didn’t know if it was of the dizziness she was feeling or what, but Jung Jaehyun looked good. All dressed up in black leather, with his neck tattoo decorating his body and his pulled hair back. She must be really fucked up if she was thinking in how hot Jaehyun looked.

But that wasn’t the case right now, she needed someone because she couldn’t trust herself in that state.

And right now, among all the people inside the residence and adding that Jungwoo was nowhere to be found, Jaehyun was the only person she could rely on.

Could she really?

She thought there wasn't much difference between Chris and Jaehyun. In the end, they both did the same thing. Sure, in different areas, but their lives revolved around similar things; situations, people, experiences.

"I... I don't know where Jungwoo is," she clumsily said.

In her voice, Jaehyun could notice the slight clumsiness in tone, realizing that the girl had been drinking, approaching her delicately, now he could see the expression of concern on her face.

"And then that idiot of Chris," she continued with a disgusted face, and upon hearing the mention, Jaehyun defensively turned to look at her.

"Has Chris approached you? Was it something about Daeho?" he asked quickly.

(Y/N) nervously bit her lip to avoid the boy's gaze and again put her gaze on the hall where they were.

Where the hell was Jungwoo?

"Shit," the girl blurted out when she realized, "Chris sold something to Daeho, didn't he?" Seeing the expression on the boy's face, she knew the answer. "Damn it, I'm so sick of this," she said as she put her hands on her head. Her breathing quickened, and she felt her hands trembling. "What the hell do I have to do for Daeho to stop this nonsense? I came here to find him, and then Jungwoo thought it would be a good idea to have fun," she spoke quickly, causing Jaehyun to only catch a few words. "I'm sick of my mom and my aunt arguing about which family is better, then Jungwoo disappears, and the stupid of Chris tries something with me”.

"What? Has he done something to you?" Jaehyun asked, surprised.

"What's the point of having this damn deal with you?" she ignored the boy's words and continued, "I know you told me that Daeho would find another dealer as soon as he wanted to use again, but I had hoped he wouldn't. Now I'm overwhelmed with my tasks and yours, that damn report I have to submit in four days, and my mind is stuck. I don't know what else to do to keep everything at one hundred percent, when I'm not even at five percent," she confessed without thinking, and when she realized what she had done, she lowered her gaze. "Sorry, I know you're not someone who cares about this."

She turned around without letting the boy say anything, and after walking a bit, she heard behind her:

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Her brow furrowed, and she turned to face the boy, confused, she asked, "Huh?"

"It seems like you've been drinking a bit too much, and Jungwoo is nowhere to be found, I'll take you home, even if your car is parked around, I don't think it's wise to drive like this."

"What about you?"

"I stopped drinking two hours ago," the boy replied simply, "let's go."

When Jaehyun started walking, (Y/N)'s steps became almost automatic; without thinking about where she was going or with whom, they only followed the silhouette of the boy in front of her without a word.

Perhaps a few seconds later, when she noticed she was in front of Jaehyun's BMW, her mind questioned what she was doing.

She hadn't made wise decisions tonight.

With her hand hesitating on the door handle, debating her actions and whether she should get into the car or not, with her senses heightened knowing it was Jung Jaehyun who, presumably, would take her home, and with the same, already inside the car, waiting for her to react and finally make up her mind; her body trembled.

The music from the residence still echoed in her ears, yet above it, she could hear Jaehyun calling her from inside... and then, without further thought; she got into the car.

The car, to her surprise, looked clean; the scent she could perceive from it was odd... like a combination of marijuana and vanilla, in smoky tones... and now that she thought about it of the few times she managed to be close to Jaehyun, that was the same smell she perceived, and she couldn't help but think it was a pleasant smell. Odd but pleasant.

Jaehyun knew where the Hwang residence was, he had been close once when he had to make some deliveries in that area; that's why he didn't need to ask the girl for any directions, besides he didn't feel like having a chat, especially with someone he doubted was in their right mind.

The first few minutes were silent, she could hear (Y/N)'s soft breathing above the sounds of his own car, and he hoped the rest of the journey would be like that; until she decided to speak: “do you use as well?”

Jaehyun was taken back for the sudden question and the he shook his head. “Sometimes I smoke weed, but that the only thing I use. I don’t like other shit, I might not be the greatest person but I appreciate my body” he said jockingly. It was weird seeing Jaehyun joking with her. “But really, weed is the only thing I like.”

“Doesn’t make you an addict?” she questions again.

“Don’t think so” he answers. “I don’t do it often. Only when I’m really stressed about something, I can control myself” he says and she stayed quiet for a couple of minutes.

“What's next for you?" She asked out of sudden again, making Jaehyun furrow his eyebrows while he kept looking at the road.

"What do you mean?" Jaehyun asked without looking at her.

"It's the last year of school, do you know what's next for you?" (Y/N) asked again this time she stop looking at the window and she put his gaze in him.

Jaehyun scoffed "Do you really want to know?"

Did he really wanted to answer?

This is the longest talk they have ever had.

"I mean... I guess so"

The boy hated thinking about future. And now he hated even more because some preppy girl had to ask about it.

"I don't know" he said. "I don't think about future a lot if I'm honest" he didn't know why he answer though. He could just not say nothing if he wanted to.

"But you should" (Y/N) commented. "College is just around corner and there's a lot of options you should look up".

Jaehyun let out a laughter that left (Y/N) confused. Was he laughing at her? She tilted her head, she didn't know what was so funny.

"College isn't an option for me" he said as he stopped in a red light and then he moved his head so he could look at her. He didn't know why he was telling all of this. "There's no next for me after high school"

"You can't be serious" she mumbled. "There most be and option that can suit you"

"You don't know shit" he said and that alone made (Y/N) move in her sit a little bit uncomfortable.

"No, I might not but if you say that there's no other option for you... then I'm sorry, Jaehyun, I think I have to end the deal with you."

When Jaehyun abruptly stopped the car, he was glad that there was a red light at the traffic signal.

"What?"

"I'm tired of trying to help Daeho when he doesn't want to be helped," she confessed without even looking at him, "and... I think it's time to focus on me. It's too much work. Yours... mine... if I want to keep good grades, my assignments alone are enough, and if you don't have an interest in making something good for you, then I'll stop helping you out as well".

Jaehyun shook his head: "No, but I need your help. I can't fail. I can't be kicked out of school."

"I don't understand, Jaehyun," she said, changing her gaze from the street to the boy's eyes, "I don't understand why all this fuss about not being able to be kicked out of school if it’s because you don't want to ruin your business, not because you genuinely want to be better in your school life. You said it yourself, college isn't an option for you so, if this is only about your work I don't want to be involved or have any influence in something that is not legal".

Jaehyun's hands tensed on the steering wheel.

"You don't need to understand," he said as he moved forward at the green light, "they can't kick me out of school," he repeated firmly.

"Well, I'm sorry, Jaehyun. I made the decision. I appreciate the weeks when you didn't sell anything to Daeho, but even so, he finds a way to consume. It's not your fault. And I finally realized it's not my fault either. I also appreciate you taking me home, but after tonight, you'll go your way and I'll go mine."

"So you're okay with me being kicked out?" He asked with a side smile.

"We're not friends, Jaehyun" she stated. "We were just helping each other out. But if my cousin doesn't want to be helped, I don't need your help neither. I’m sorry if you needed mine but I can’t keep up with this anymore. Being involved with you was dangerous enough and I think it’s for the better"

It hadn't been long since the damn deal had taken place, but inside Jaehyun, he liked having an occasional interaction with the girl, especially if it was to annoy her... he found it funny every time she wrinkled her nose when she was upset with him or the way she tenderly rolled her eyes after he made a silly comment on purpose.

He might got used to her a little.

"I knew you rich kids weren’t faithful to your word" he said. "I guess I can't force you to anything," Jaehyun let out a sigh.

Another fifteen minutes passed in complete silence, with some discomfort on both sides. (Y/N) looking anywhere out of the windows but not putting her gaze on Jaehyun, and the boy was focused on the wheel.

Anyone who saw the scene would laugh to see two people as different as Hwang (Y/N) and Jung Jaehyun in the same car.

She was sure Jungwoo would laugh if he saw them.

Of course, after she kicked him a few times for leaving her.

She didn't notice precisely when they were entering her residence; it wasn't until the car stopped abruptly, and she could see through the window the immense house in front of them.

It was more appealing to stay in that car with the dealer than to deal with her mother.

"I guess it's time for me to go," (T/N) said, grabbing the car handle, "Thank you... Jaehyun... for bringing me, and I'm sorry I can't help you with your work anymore... but I can't do it."

The boy smiled slightly and adjusted his jacket as he shook his head.

"Take care, Angel," Jaehyun said and then said no more.

Jaehyun hadn't been a bad guy to her during the time they had agreed on the deal, however... for her own good; she hoped they wouldn't cross paths again, like it was before the start of the deal.

Jung Jaehyun was a dealer from the Neo Zone, and she had an image to uphold, that's why it was better for each to take their place.

But what was that she felt when she got out of the car and saw Jaehyun leave without even looking at her one last time?

a/n: taglist is open! thank you for reading! wait 4 the next chapter!

there’s a mention of Winwin, what could have happened to him?:0 idk, you might found in the next chapter, who knows?;)) I hope you liking this so far, sorry but I’m more into longer chapter than short ones. Love ya! Oh I’m also posting a Taeyong au later so check it out!

taglist: @gojoscumslut @bluedbliss s @dear-97 @girlwholoveslpreppyattire @hana-off-icial

[bastardblvd]

submitted entries for the slimeball alley on bastard boulevard collab event. please be mindful of content warnings and boundaries set by authors. want to join? read our guidelines here.

KEY: 🦠 = NSFW ⚠️ = DARK CONTENT

"DOUBLE DOWN" by @ryndicate 🦠 ⚠️

fem reader x slimeball!hirofumi yoshida, reader x stepbro!denji

"didn't know you were into that kinda stuff."

"SAFETY FIRST" by @strawberrystepmom 🦠

fem restaurant manager!reader x fake OSHA inspector!jiraiya

when an inspector unexpectedly comes to your restaurant, you figure out how to get yourself out of trouble.

"A RIDE FOR A RIDE" by @thus-spoke-lo 🦠

afab reader x taxi driver!zoro

it's 3am and walking home from your shitty job at the diner seems like a drag, so you call a cab, hoping for a quick trip back to your apartment so you can finally catch some sleep. your moss-haired, muscle-bound, directionally-challenged cabbie definitely gives you a ride you didn't expect.

"COMPLIMENTS TO THE CHEF" by @thus-spoke-lo 🦠

afab reader x slimeball line cook!sanji

a few nights pass after the sordid events of "a ride for a ride", and you're working another late night shift at franky's flapjack shack with sanji, that damned pervert cook. sanji manages to piss off your only remaining customer for the night, leaving the two of you alone in the restaurant. soon, things start to heat up in the kitchen--and not just because that one oven door won't close all the way.

"TITS FOR TAT" by @bloompompom 🦠

sorority girl!reader x tattoo artist!eren jaeger

"i hope you have a good idea about how you're going to pay for that tattoo..."

"DELIRIOUS" by @saccharine-darlin🦠 ⚠️

fem camgirl!reader x slimy sex shop owner!gojo x sex shop employee!getou

"your conservative town is something you've never thought that would let a sex shop pop up, it seemed too good to be true, and little did you know after the first time you visited you'd be caught in a web by the two perverted men who run it and quickly you learn that they always get what they want."

“PAY UP!” by @zeninsama 🦠

fem babysitter!reader x designer sunglasses model!gojo satoru

satoru's poor time management has you working overtime, and this cheap bastard has something other than cash to pay you with

"GOD BLESS ME, IT'S SUMMER" by @dolcezzzza 🦠

afab reader x slimeball ice cream truck driver!nicholas d. wolfwood

"open up."

"TRIPLE STRIKE XXX" by @em-plosion 🦠

new employee!reader x bowling alley owner!satoru gojo

"the animated neon signs glowed brightly against the wet pavement and the ‘help wanted’ flier in your hand. having to move to this hell hole of a town was bad enough but trying to find a job in it was worse, at this point this shitty bowling alley seemed to be the best option."

"HANDS TO YOURSELF" by @agirlwithapen 🦠 ⚠️

reader x dirty old man!kishibe

you’d purposely chosen the early morning transit. today was a big day, you see. you were interviewing for a position your friend had offered. it was your chance at stability, financial stability. “first impressions count.” you remember telling your soon-to-be boss over email. they do.

"CAN I HAVE A NUMBER 5?" by @gunfiendbabymama

yuuta okkotsu vs. aki hayakawa

the mcnuggets showdown.

“HONEY TRAP” by @maliciouslove 🦠

fem reader x slimeball starbucks barista!denki kaminari

having a slimebucks apron is equal to having unlimited rizz (source: me) and denki proves it by bedding his brand new colleague on her very first day of work.

“THE HR FILES” by @if-dreams-do-come-true ⚠️

afab reader x corrupt cop!kishibe

kishibe is a shameless corrupt cop with a penchant to make inappropriate advances at fresh faced interns and the reader is unfortunately his newest victim.

"STICKLER" by @princess-okkotsu 🦠

after a run-in with grimetown's sleazy cop nanami, you've come to the dmv to replace the sticker that was stolen off your car from a certain freeloader. you've got to convince the dmv employee, a stickler for the rules, that you quite badly need this problem squared away today.

[sarahsmi13s]

Told Them (pt 3)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, mentions of teen pregnancy, adoption, mentions of underage drinking, i believe that’s it

word count: ~3.6k

a/n: 3/3 (3/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.3 summary: as the night comes to a close, the daggers learn more about jake and y/n’s relationship

pt 1  pt 2  pt 3.1  pt 3.2

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It’d been a few hours since everyone had eaten and Reuben was currently chasing around Kennedy, finally catching her and flipping her upside down. “Got ya!” Kennedy squealed and laughed as she hung there.

“Her shirt is absolutely adorable. Where did you get it?” Penny asked, turning to Y/N with a smile. “It was actually mine my freshman year of high school and I just kept it around even after I grew out of it. My mom found a way to turn it into a kid’s shirt and asked if she could do it with that one for Kennedy. I knew I was never gonna wear it again, so she turned it into a kid’s shirt but left room to grow.”

“What does it say?” Beau asked, squinting a little trying to read it from a distance. “Hang-girl,” Y/N told him with a laugh. “It’s no secret that that girl loves her daddy.”

The group laughed as Jake sat up proudly at the statement his wife made.

Reuben jogged over and dramatically fell onto the deck. “I never thought I would be this tired from chasing a five year old.” Jake chuckled and sipped his beer, “Kennedy will do that to you. She’s chased chickens for a good portion of her life.”

Mav tilted his head, “Don’t you mean chase by chickens.” Jake shook his head, “No.” “Oh yeah, ever since she could walk she’d boss us around at practice and chase us around the track,” Grayson said. 

He tilted his head back, “Ain’t that right sister?” “Uh-huh!”

They watched her plop down in the grass and roll around. 

“Oh, sweet girl don’t-” “I think it’s a little late, Darlin’.” Y/N covered her mouth as she giggled, “Jake, she’s gonna get all itchy.” He laughed and pointed to his right, “We’ve got a hose.” “You’re ridiculous.”

The adults, and Grayson, talked a little more. Mostly family questions now, just getting to know each other a little better.

Y/N was snug under Jake’s arm. He’d place kisses to the part in her hair and she’d look up at him every time he spoke, him doing the same with her.

“So, I told the client that- Kennedy Hazel what do you have in your hand?” Y/N pointedly said to her daughter.

Jake’s eyes flashed to where his daughter was showing something to Grayson and Bradley. Everyone else tensed a little at the use of the child’s middle name.

The little girl’s eyes met her mother’s matching ones and a smile broke out on her face. 

“Come look at what I found Mama!” Y/N pushed off the wicker loveseat and went over to her daughter.

From where Jake and the rest of the squad were seated, they couldn’t see what was in her hands. Both had also reduced their voices to a whisper so they couldn’t hear either.

Then Y/N stood up and just walked over to Jake and sat back down. 

“Everything okay?” Jake asked his arm naturally falling around her again. Y/N nodded, “Yeah, it was just a really cool rock.” She sent a subtle wink to her son and Rooster. Kennedy giggled and climbed into Bradley’s lap.

“What was I saying?” “You were talking about some client that was rude,” Javy reminded. She snapped her fingers, “Yes, thank you.”

She sat up, talking with her hands, “No okay, so this lady really had the nerve to say I was trying to ‘seduce’ her boyfriend because I wore a dress to work. So I told her that she could watch me do his hair, and then we literally talked about how he wanted to propose to her. Shut her up real quick.”

Bob sat up, “Did she not know that you were married?” Y/N laughed, “Oh, she knew. Literally everyone in town knew Jake and I were married. We’d been married for like ten years at that point.” “And she was pregnant with Kennedy at the time. Hence why she wore the dress.” 

Natasha covered her mouth as she laughed, “I can’t begin to understand how women think sometimes. I’m a woman and I don’t even understand my own thoughts.” “I know right, it’s crazy.”

“Y/N, what’s in your pocket?” Mav asked, leaning forward to get a better look. 

His question made everyone look at Y/N’s chest pocket on her overalls. 

Kennedy giggled from her spot on Rooster’s lap as Bradley and Grayson shared a knowing look.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a little head poked out of the pocket.

Jake’s eyebrows pinched together, “Is that a baby raccoon?” Jake whipped his head to look at his daughter, who was all giggles, much like his wife as she pulled it out of the pocket. “Sure is!” Jake laughed and shook his head, “How did I not see that when you sat down?”

Y/N arched a teasing brow, “Jacob, are you admitting you always look at my boobs?” “I didn’t think that was a secret,” he smirked and kissed her jaw. “Gross, stop,” Grayson groaned as he cringed at his parents, making everyone laugh.

Jake looked at his daughter again, “Princess, where’d you find this little guy?” “He was under my slide, he looked scared.” “Were there other babies around?” Mickey asked, glancing over to the slide. She shook her head, “Just that one.” The group nodded.

“Okay,” Jake said as he looked at how his wife was holding the kit. She held it just like you would any other animal. 

“How are you so comfortable holding it?” Bradley asked curiously. Y/N shrugged, “We grew up in Texas. We’d find all sorts of animals. It was kind of a natural occurrence to just pick up a random animal.” 

“Do you remember when Javy found a kitten outside of the field house and carried it around all day?” Javy laughed, “Oh my gosh I forgot about that!” 

Natasha shook her head, “Wait, the teachers just let you carry a cat around all day?” “Sure did! It was so funny, he wouldn’t let go of that thing! The teachers really didn’t care all that much, as long as he didn’t let it go to the bathroom in the building,” Y/N explained.

“Was that the one that became the school's barn cat?” Jake asked Javy. “I think so, yeah.” Grayson laughed, “She had kittens right before we left. I almost convinced Mom to bring one home, I was so close.”

“Oh! Do you remember when I found a baby fox in my barn?” Jake asked, turning to Y/N. “Yes, oh my gosh, it was the cutest little thing! I named him Todd.” Fanboy chuckled, “Like the fox from Fox and the Hound?” “Yes, I loved that movie.”

The group laughed before a comfortable silence fell as they each held the raccoon.

When it got to Grayson, Kennedy spoke up, “What are we gonna do with him Mama?” Y/N sighed and looked at Jake, before looking back at Kennedy, “I’m not sure, baby.” 

The little girl teared up a bit, “We can’t keep him, can we?” Jake shook his head, “No, Princess, I don’t think we can.” She sniffled and buried her head into Bradley’s chest, tears lining her eyes.

Jake quickly moved to squat down next to Bradley’s chair and gently brush her hair out of her face, “Oh my sweet girl, I know you wanna keep him and love on him. But we can’t give him the proper care he needs.” Kennedy just sniffled again and pressed further into Bradley’s chest.

Bradley rubbed up and down her back as Jake’s thumb wiped the visible tears off her face.

“How about we hold onto him for a few days and look up some nice sanctuaries for him, that way he can be with people that know how to take care of him and you can visit him?” Grayson offered as he held the kit close to his chest.

Kennedy looked at her brother, “Anytime I want?” He nodded, “Anytime you want, sister.” 

She looked at Jake and then Y/N, who had come over to comfort her daughter as well. Y/N nodded, a small smile on her face, “I think it’s a great idea. But we need to get a crate to keep him in while he’s here.”

Beau stood up, “I’ve actually got a small one in the back of my truck, you guys can use it. You can have it actually.” 

Jake looked up at him, “Are you sure, sir? If you need it-” “Our puppy grew out of it weeks ago,” he waved Jake's concern off. “I’ve been meaning to find someone to give it to. Comes with a small bed too.” Jake smiled and kissed Kennedy’s forehead before standing, “Thank you.”

They went in and through the house to go get both of those things and get it set up.

“Hey, Ma?” Y/N looked to Grayson, “Yeah baby?” “I think when they get back I’m gonna head to bed,” he glanced at everyone before explaining himself. 

“I know it’s a little early-” “Hey, you’re fine, Grayson. We get it. Sleep helps with recovery.” He nodded, giving the group a thankful smile. 

“Did you take your meds? I know it takes a bit for them to kick in,” Y/N asked gently rubbing his shin. He nodded, “Yeah, I took them when I went to the bathroom earlier.”

Jake and Beau came back outside, “Okay, we’ve got the crate set up.” Y/N stood and gently took the animal from Grayson. 

Kennedy slid from Bradley’s lap to give her brother a kiss on the cheek, “Goodnight Gray.” “G’night sister.” 

Bob and Mickey helped Grayson up and onto his crutches. “Thanks guys.”

Y/N followed Grayson inside while holding the raccoon to her chest. Jake decided now would be a good time for that conversation. He slipped in behind her and shut the door.

Kennedy went to play some more and the dagger squad started conversing.

“Who knew Hangman could be such a great dad?” Natasha said as she watched Kennedy. Javy raised his hand, “I did. But that’s mainly because I’ve known them both since middle school.” “Well, you don’t count.”

“No, but seriously, I’ve never seen him like this before. It’s relieving,” Bradley said, sipping his beer. “He’s so carefree and it’s obvious he’d do absolutely anything for them.” The group nodded and then just watched Kennedy play.

A few minutes later the couple came back out and sat down.

Kennedy changed focus real quick and ran up to Jake, “Daddy, I’m tired.” He chuckled and hoisted her into his lap, where she nuzzled into his chest immediately.

It didn’t take her long to fall asleep. And after she did, they went back to getting to know each other.

They talked about the dating lives of everyone, their family lives. They talked about high school, just about anything they could think of.

They even got into Pete’s catalog of a love life, jokingly asking when he and Penny were gonna get married.

That’s when they asked Jake and Y/N about their wedding. Natasha and Penny wanted to see pictures of Y/N in her dress and Jake all dressed up.

“Actually, we didn’t have a wedding. We just went to the courthouse with our parents and did it there,” Jake told them. Y/N nodded, “As much as we wanted one, we just didn’t have the time. Grayson was 16 months old and Jake was about to go to the academy.”

Penny finally asked the question that the Seresins had prepared for all night, “How old were you when Grayson was born?”

While earlier Y/N would have been nervous and a little self conscious, now she felt comfortable around the squad after getting to know them.

“I actually had him nearly right after graduation. We graduated on the 16th of May and I had him on the 28th,” she said with only a small bit of nervousness in her tone.

The squad was silent for a moment before Phoenix spoke up.

“You went your entire senior year carrying a baby? That’s seriously impressive. Was it stressful?” Y/N nodded, “A little bit. Mainly because it was a small town and people like to gossip but I had a pretty great support system.” She squeezed Jake’s hand and looked over at Javy, giving him a smile.

“Not like you were gonna get it from that deadbeat-“ Javy clamped a hand over his mouth. “I’m so sorry…” Javy hung his head in shame and everyone glanced between him and the couple with wide eyes.

But, much to their surprise, Y/N and Jake just chuckled, “It’s okay Jav.” They looked at the group, sighing a little bit before explaining.

“The summer before junior year, I had to move. I hated it, but I didn’t have a choice,” Y/N started. “We’d been dating for two years at that point. But we didn’t want to risk long distance so we broke up.”

Jake chuckled, “Not like it did much. We didn’t really date during the time we were broken up. We still talked like nothing changed. Since we had been best friends for so long, nothing really had.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but the summer before senior year I went to a party and they spiked the punch. Now I didn’t know it was spiked until it was too late. I had a lapse in judgment and I slept with one of the guy friends I had. A week later I was told we were moving back to Texas. The guy I slept with was upset I was leaving but I was honest with him and told him I didn’t see us going very far anyway,” she said with a shrug.

“But a few weeks after being in Texas I didn’t feel good and my period was late. So I told my mom and we got a few tests from the store, they were all positive.”

“Did you tell him?” Bradley asked, sitting up. Y/N nodded, “Of course. Even though we weren’t going to be together, at least not in my mind, he deserved to know.”

Jake snorted before shaking his head. “He was an asshole about it though.”

“Yeah, he questioned if the baby was his, basically insinuating that I slept with other people before or after him, and said he wanted nothing to do with the baby. But, hey, I tried right? His parents wanted us to get married but my parents and I shut that down real quick.”

Jake spoke up, “We had gotten back together after she found out. When Grayson was born we took the bastard to court, got a confirmed match on a paternity test, and he signed away his parental rights voluntarily and I adopted Grayson like the next day.”

Beau patted Jake on the shoulder, “Sounds like you’ve been his dad from the beginning.” 

Y/N nodded, “He really has. He came with me to every appointment, drove me to and from school, carried my things. We were at each other’s houses all the time, he helped me through it all.”

“Even if we weren’t absolutely head over heels for each other, I wouldn’t have done anything different. This girl has been my best friend since she was born,” he kissed her temple.

“You know,” he chuckled at the memory. “I proposed in the delivery room.”

“Oh my gosh you did not!” Mickey exclaimed, hand covering his mouth. “Did he really?” Bob asked, leaning forward, an amused twinkle in his eye. 

Y/N nodded, “He sure did. I was exhausted and he was holding Grayson, doing skin to skin and he just asked me. I mean, to be able to adopt him without me giving up my parental rights, we needed to be engaged or married.”

******

They changed topics and talked for about another hour before Kennedy got restless. 

“Come on sweet girl, let’s get you to bed. We can get you a bath in the morning.” Jake passed her off to Y/N.

Kennedy had opened her eyes but kept her head on her mom’s shoulder. “Do you want to say goodnight to everybody?” The little girl just waved to everyone and they all waved back, sending a version of ‘goodnight’ her way. 

Y/N took her in after Jake pressed a kiss to Kennedy’s head and told Y/N they’d get everything cleaned up.

*******

After the deck was cleaned, leftovers were put in the fridge or in a container to go home with a pilot. Payback of course had a hearty helping of cobbler to be sent home with him.

Y/N came downstairs not too long after, going right to Jake’s side. 

“She out?” “Like a light. Hit the pillow and she was gone.” He chuckled and kissed her head.

Both turned to the group that was in the kitchen. 

“Thank you guys for coming over,” Y/N said with a smile on her face. “Thank you for having us. It was absolutely amazing,” Pete said, kissing her on the cheek.

The squad nodded in agreement. 

“I wish Jake would have brought you and the kids around sooner. We need to have a girls day with me, you, Ken, Penny, and Amelia,” Natasha said, bringing Y/N in for a hug. “Oh definitely!” 

Jake waved his hand and shook his head, “Oh no, you too can’t be friends.” “Oh I think we’re definitely friends,” Y/N laughed, pulling back to look at Phoenix who nodded. “Oh for sure.” Jake groaned, “Lord help me.”

Coyote clapped Jake on the shoulder, “Now you can bring Grayson around for Saturday football.” “You’re so right.”

*****

Everyone slowly made their way out, Beau leaving first and Mav and Penny not too long after.

“I’ve got a question,” Rooster started as they all had a final drink in the kitchen. 

Jake swallowed the sip of whiskey in his mouth, “I might have an answer.” Y/N rolled her eyes and gently swatted her husband on the ribs. “What’s up, Chicken?” 

Bradley ignored that and asked his question, “Why didn’t you tell us about your family before the mission? Why wait?”

Jake sighed and downed his drink before answering. 

“I’ve never told previous squadrons, just my COs knew. Mainly because I never really created a bond with them. Not like I have with this one. Sure, I flew with them and trusted them in the air, but when it came to taking care of my family if something happened to me I wasn’t sure if they would step up to do it.”

Jake glance around at the group, “I’ve flown with y’all for two months and we went on a suicide mission and we all came back. I have no doubt that if I burn in you would be here for them, and not let them push you away. Especially you, Bradshaw.”

Bradley swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He brought Jake in for a ‘bro hug’ before hugging Y/N.

******

After everyone finished their drinks they talked on the way to the door then out to the driveway.

“Y’all drive safe okay?” Y/n said with a motherly tone before hugging all of them. “And please, don’t hesitate to stop by at all. I’m sure we’ll be having more get-togethers in the future.” 

The squad nodded, “For sure Mrs. S.” “If y’all ever need us to babysit or anything, don’t hesitate,” Bob said, as he backed out of the driveway. The Seresins nodded as both groups pulled out of the drive and down the road.

******

Jake and Y/N went straight to their room. Y/N stripped and got comfy before going to the bathroom to do her routine and take down her hair, starting with brushing her teeth.

Meanwhile, Jake did the same, stripping down to his boxers and turning the TV on. He went into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around his wife’s torso. “That went well.” 

She nodded, rubbing the makeup remover over her face, “It did. I hope the kids had fun.” Jake scoffed, “Did you see Kenni? She was having a fucking blast. All these new uncles and aunts, that girl will be spoiled.” “Like she isn’t already?” “I do not spoil her.” She rose a brow. “Okay, maybe I spoil her, but that’s not the point.”

She sighed, “I hope Grayson had fun. I know he couldn’t do much, but I still hope he had fun.” “What do you mean? He got to talk about sports and no one brought up the accident or his injuries. When you went to get him some water I made sure to talk to him about it and he said he had a good time,” Jake reassured as he reached down to get cotton rounds from under the sink.

He wiped the remover off her face before getting her cleanser and finishing her routine for her. He topped it off with a warm rag dabbed her face before she splashed it with cold to close her pores.

He watched her gently take out her braids and fluff them to relieve some of the tension as he brushed his teeth. 

Jake reached out to twirl a lock in his hand, “Your hair looks so cute this.” She hummed tiredly, “Thank you Honey.” He could see that she was decompressing and was getting tired, “Come on pretty girl, let’s get you to bed.” 

He picked her up and she clung to him like a koala. He just chuckled and turned off the bathroom light before going to the switch in the bedroom to do the same.

Jake managed to get into bed with her hanging on him, and she shifted to the side when he laid down. 

“You can go right to sleep, Darlin’. I’m just gonna watch some reruns.” She nodded and nuzzled into his neck, placing a small kiss there. “I love you Jake.” “I love you too Y/N.”

************

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[mrsmandalorian]

meeting your parents

--cowboy!joel x techie!f!reader

-one-shot in the city lights, country nights series

summary: a year into your relationship, your mother learns about your relationship with joel. she insists you bring him to dinner after you agree. joel gets rewarded for his good behavior, though.

series masterlist/main masterlist/word count: 3.4k

warning: 18+ mdni, reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU,  pet names (baby, angel, darling), fluff!!!!, flirting, make-out, drinking, parental issues, talk of trauma, drinking, handsy make-out, oral sex (m receiving), sexual teasing, joel's southern charm 🥵

a/n: howdy, everyone! i hope all is well with everyone! i am super sorry for the delay in this. i hope you all enjoy it! comment, reblog, and like to show your love! i appreciate you all! much love 🫶🏼 maddie

It was common for you to have noon meetings during the week. These meetings ruined your lunch break and made the day go by longer. Your break was usually when you got to catch up with Joel and socials throughout the day, so this meeting ruined your vibe. 

You sighed in relief as your boss let you all out about ten minutes earlier than usual. Gathering all your items, you hurry to your little office and get out a little lunch from your bag. You grab your phone, planning to text Joel when you see your mother has tried to call you. After closing your office door, you call her back with a slight eye roll. 

Your relationship with your parents was okay, but you were very independent and broke many generational curses that disappointed your mother. Your mom was the type to try to set you up with all her friends, coworkers, and kids, and she wanted you to go to the University of Virginia like her and your father. You have never told her about Joel. The two of you have been together for almost a year now. You were not ashamed of your sweet and sexy cowboy at all. You just enjoyed the peace of them not knowing. Your parents were just tricky and old in their ways of thinking. That’s why you did not get along. 

“Hi, honey! I thought you would be on a lunch break, but I guess not,” she uttered as soon as she answered, causing you to shake your head. 

“Hi, Mom. I had a meeting during the first half of my lunch break. I'm just calling you back. How are you today?” you asked as you sat back in your chair. Your mom only calls every other week, usually to get gossip for her book club or country club women's group. Your apartment was about thirty minutes from their house, but you only went over once a month, if that. 

“I’m doing okay. Leanne just told me some interesting news,” you could hear the fake grin on her face as she spoke. “It was about you.” Why the hell would she know anything about you?

“Oh really? What did she have to say?” You hesitantly asked her as you sat up, wondering what her friend had news about you. 

“She was telling me about how she was on your side of town going grocery shopping because there were better prices on fruit and vegetables there. She ran into her old construction worker, and once she got to the check-out line, you were there with him checking out two lanes down all lovey-dovey.” She began her speech on ‘how could you’ as you started to fidget your fingers across the top of your desk. “Hello, are you there?” 

You slowly take a deep breath before you respond to her. “I’m here. Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” giving her a short response was the best you could do right now as your stomach turned. 

“Boyfriend? How old is he? Leanne says that he has kids! Honey, you are only twenty-five years old! You don’t need to be with some older man and some woman’s kids.” She nagged back at you, and your fingers were immediately at the end of the call button. 

“Mother, whenever you find the time to be respectful and happy for me, you can call me back, and we can discuss Joel.” You say as you finally hit the end call button and let out a shaky breath. You sit back in your chair, wishing you could simply disappear to your country heaven. 

It took her three days to call you back. You almost did not answer, but your drive to the ranch was on a Friday evening. I was hoping you would lose the phone service anyway. 

“Hello, sweetie. I am sorry for how I reacted the other day,” she started the talk in a sweet apologetic tone. It caused you to wish you had not answered. 

“I’m not saying I forgive you because you said very unfair things about Joel the other day.” You replied quickly as you continued to drive farther away from the city. 

“I know. I judged a book by the description and cover. I am sorry, sweetie.” She lets out another apologetic plea. “I was calling to apologize for my behavior, but also invite you and Joel for dinner at the house on Sunday if you are both free. Your father and I would like a chance to meet him.” 

You bite your lips as she speaks and tap your fingers along the steering wheel. “ I will have to talk to Joel about it. I’ll let you know by tomorrow morning.” 

The rest of your conversation was short as she tried to catch up with you a little. Because of her old manipulative ways, you knew not to play too much into her games, but she was still your mother. You eventually lose service before you get to the ranch, so you end the call. You try to relax a little before you pull into the driveway as you roll down the windows, enjoying the cool breeze. 

The drive past the ranch gates was quiet; usually, you could see someone out in the pastures. You pull into your regular parking spot and still cannot see anyone around. 

Sassy comes running the house from the direction of the barn, barking at you. She let you give her some quick love but started herding you towards the barn. “Alright, I’m coming,” you say to the dog as you follow her directions. As you come around the side of the house, you see Joel waiting for the two of you to join him with a smirk. 

You noticed he was covered in dirt and sweat when you approached him. His black T-shirt helped hide some dirt, and his large biceps peeked out. His large, dirty hand was wrapped around a cold yellow can of Coors. “Howdy, sweetheart,” he greets you with a gentle hand around your waist, pulling you into a small peck. He didn’t show much affection because Ellie and Tommy sat with him. It all looked like they had a rough day.

“You guys just slacking off and drinking today?” You joked with them as you pulled away from Joel to hug Ellie. You reached up to wipe some dirt off her chin like a mother. Ellie and your relationship was something you worked hard for. She gave you hell, but you won her over reasonably quickly. Her protectiveness over Joel was the biggest obstacle, but she accepted you in her small circle after seeing how you cared for and loved him. 

She jokingly pulls away in disgust, which makes you roll your eyes dramatically. You hear the sound of a cooler opening as you turn towards Tommy, yellow jacket in hand. He nods and gives you a beer, “Evening, city girl. I would hug you, but your old man decided to work my ass off,’’ he jokes with his giant smile and southern drawl. If you had not found Joel and Mariah wasn't in the picture, you could picture yourself with Tommy. You lift your beer to the two men (Ellie is still a senior in high school, but Joel told her she had to wait till she graduated to drink with them) as you all take a sip of the beer. 

“As much as I would love to sit here and drink beer all night. I need to go get ready for my hot date,” Tommy says as he finishes his beer in two big gulps. He lets out a loud belch as he grabs his cooler and puts it in the back of his truck. “I will see you guys in the morning. Call Ellie if you need anything. I will not answer if you call me.” 

You all chuckle as he waves and drives off down the driveway. The three of you all chat while you finish cleaning up the stables; then Ellie says she’s going to her room to shower so she can go into town later. 

Joel gently pulls you into his chest as the two of you watch her walk up to the big house. “You look mighty pretty today, little lady, but you seem tense. Let me help you with that.” He whispers into your ear as he moves your hair. Joel cups one side of your cheek as he pulls into a passionate kiss, pulling away slightly with a smirk and then going back in. He starts kissing down your neck, to the collar of your shirt, and to your ear. His wandering hands move from your waist to your bottom, kneading your ass. He held you still and gently guided you against the wall as he continued to kiss and let his hand wander. 

“I need to,” you stopped, letting out a small moan as he started to move his hands under your shirt. “I need to talk to you about something, Miller.” You couldn’t help but bring it up as it weighed heavy on you. You wanted to go ahead and get it over with, then ride your cowboy from sunset into the night.

Joel quickly stops his movements as his body eases off you gently, his concerned brown eyes meet yours. “What is it, darling?” He asked as he rubbed his hands gently on your hips, his eyes scanning your face for an answer to what could be wrong. 

“My mother called,” you say as you lay your hands on his chest. “She has invited us to dinner on Sunday. Her friend saw us together the other day and spilled the beans. We don’t have to go through.” 

“Why won’t we go? I mean, it’s been a year now,” he rubs your shoulders to reassure you that everything will be okay. “It would be nice to meet the parents who made me my favorite person.”

“She said some ugly things on the phone about our relationship. I made her call me and apologize for it,” you quickly tell him as you bite your lip, waiting for his response. 

He runs his thumb across your cheek as his brown eyes intensely meet yours. “I’m happy that you stood up for us. We can go, baby. I will just blow their socks off with my Southern charm,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead. Joel was insecure about never being good enough for you but never worried about other people’s opinions on your relationship, especially the age gap. 

“I’m sure you will,” you mumble back as you lean into him to give him a heartfelt kiss. “Now, we can resume our activities, cowboy.” 

Sunday evening came too quickly for your liking. You and Joel drove into the city together, and Joel drove your little sedan, which was always cute. You pull into your parent’s driveway with a slight groan escaping your lips. Joel’s hand gently rubbed your thigh, comforting you, “We got this, darling.”

Joel dressed more than usual in a solid button-up shirt rolled up to his forearm with nice dark jeans. You wore a simple dress that made you guys almost late whenever Joel saw you in it. 

Joel takes the lead as he gets out, opens your door, and helps you out of the car. He holds your hand as you both walk up to the door.  You ring the doorbell and look at him quickly with a small smile. He squeezes your hand and slightly winks as the door swings open, revealing your father. 

There is silence as your father awkwardly stares down at Joel, which causes you to stop breathing for a second. Joel breaks the silence as he lets go of your hand and puts it out for your father to shake: “Good evening, sir. I’m Joel Miller.”

Your father glances at his hand and shakes it hard. “Nice to meet you, Joel. Please don’t call me sir; we are too close in age for that. I’m Dave.” He says it almost as a joke and moves out of the way to let you in. You give Joel an eye roll about the comment as he walks in with his hand on the small of your back. 

“Dad, don’t be a dick,” you say as your mother walks into the room. She looks horrid at what you just said but gives Joel a small smile.

“Hello Joel, it’s so nice to meet you finally. I’m Tracy. Our daughter has been keeping you hidden,” she jokes beside your father, then gives you a death glare to behave. The tension in the room was giving you significant anxiety as you fidgeted your fingers as you all walked into the living room. “Would either of you like to drink? Dave could get you a beer or whiskey, whatever you like.” 

Joel looked calm and collected as he sat beside you on the couch. Your mother sat across from the two of you on a decorative chair. “Thank you. I’ll take a whiskey,” Joel responded as he smiled back at your mother. Your father started rambling about his whiskey collection, and Joel entertained it. He was putting that Southern charm to work tonight. 

The tension faded as you all sat at the table in the dining room, which your mother had beautifully decorated for the night. You helped her serve all the food. Joel tried to help, but you told him to return to entertaining your dad. 

As you help your mom in the kitchen, “I like him. I’m sorry that I judged him too early,” she says as she finishes plating the last dish. “I’m happy he makes you happy. I think I was just hurt that you kept it a secret.” 

You smile at your mom as she does a genuine behavior. She was lovely, but she could be very fake with her friends. “I’m happy you like him, Mom. He’s pretty okay,” you joked as you hugged her quickly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I have no excuse for it.” 

“I can’t blame you either, honey. I didn’t tell my parents about your father until we moved in together. They were pissed when we got married three months later,” she giggles as you carry out plates to the table. 

Everyone starts eating as you all make small talk amongst each other. 

“The dinner is excellent, Tracy. Thank you guys for inviting us over for dinner,” Joel says after he wipes his face off with his napkin and then places it on his lap again. The two of you had been playing footsie under the table all night as you sat across from one another. You also took your shoe off and teased his crotch every once in a while, which caused you to get a stern look from Joel. 

“You are more than welcome, Joel. I’m so happy you guys are here,” your mom says back to him, smiling happily. The southern charm was still heavy as Joel won everyone over more and more, especially your dad—even the discussion of going to a University of Texas football game next season and a visit to the ranch soon. 

“Joel, if you don’t mind me asking, I heard from my friend that you have children. How old are they?” your mom asks as she finishes her meal. She seems genuine with her question, and there are no games. 

“I don’t at all. They are one of my favorite topics to discuss besides your daughter. I have two daughters, Sarah and Ellie. They are both seniors at the high school in the closest town to the ranch. Sarah comes from my previous relationship; her mom left us when she was two. Ellie is my not legally adopted daughter, and she is a spitfire. Ellie’s parents should burn in hell for how they were treating her. Luckily, she and Sarah were close enough for her to say something, and we could help her,” Joel spoke, and it made you want to get emotional as he talked with such love for his girls. They are his world and mean everything to him; he will do everything for them if they let him. 

“Aw, I’m sorry for the hardship of being a single parent. It is hard, I bet,” your mom says as she gives him a small smile. 

“My brother, Tommy, and his wife, Mariah, have been there for me as I am with them. This little lady has been heaven-sent as the girls get older and more challenging. Changing the diapers is easy, but feelings and relationship trouble are more challenging,” Joel jokes as his brown eyes meet yours with a grin. He reached across the table to your hand and held it briefly.  

Dessert was served, and the men drank one more drink as they helped wash the dishes in the kitchen. It was finally time to start heading back home. Your parents walked you out and gave you both hugs and farewells. 

Joel gently held your hand as he walked with you to the side of the car. He helps you in with a squeeze of your ass out of sight of your parents. As Joel pulls the car out of the driveway, you wave back to your smiling parents. 

“They loved you and your charm, handsome,” you look over at him with a smirk. “I think you deserve a reward for your good work.” You slide your hand over his clothed crotch, which earned a low groan from Joel.

“Are you trying to wreck us, darling?” He asks you with a chuckle and bats your hand away from him. “Either wait till we get away from the street lights or get home.”

“What if I didn’t do either,” you teased him as you slowly slid your hand back over his crotch. You bite your lower lip and palm him gently as you bat your eyelashes at him. 

“You better, or your ass is grass when we get home,” he grumbles as he bats your hand away. “You only have to wait ten minutes. I don’t want to get pulled over with my dick out.”

The next ten minutes were full of you teasing Joel as he got more and more sexually frustrated with you. As soon as the city lights went out of sight and pastures started, Joel gave you a stern look. “You have been teasing me all fucking night with that damn dress and your under-the-table activities. You will be punished for that,” he sternly tells you as you get an idea to get yourself out of trouble. 

“Or,” you dramatically drag the R as your hands slide back over to Joel’s clothed erected crotch. “I could reward and ask for your forgiveness now.” You trusted Joel that he could handle driving if you continued to pleasure him, and you would stop if not.

He lets out a shaky breath as you start to unbutton and unzip his jeans. You spit into your hand as you begin to pump his cock in a rhythm that makes him groan loudly. Eventually, after your hand starts to sting, you lean over and take him in your mouth. 

“Fuck, darling,” he lets out as his non-driving hand entangles your hair, gently pushing your head in rhythm as you are going in. “You’re going to make me come, angel.”

You continue to bobble your head down as your tongue glides against him, with some extra pressure applied that causes him to grip your hair a little harder. His quick breaths come a little sooner than you thought. You work him a little harder as you meet his brown eyes with big eyes. 

“I’m about to come, darling. Do you want to swallow?” he asks as he tries to calm down to give you time to answer. You nod and make an agreeing noise as you continue. Shortly, white ropes are shot into your mouth as Joel’s moans meet your ears. “Fuck, good girl.” He reaches down and cups your cheek as you pull up. “Just wait till we get home, little lady.”

“Oh, I can’t wait, sir,” you giggle back as his hand wanders under the skirt of your dress. He runs his thumb over your clothed pussy, which causes you to spread your legs. Joel teases you until you pull into the driveway. 

“You better get inside and on all four in about two minutes,” he warns you as he parks the car with a smirk. 

Luckily, the girls were away at a friend’s house because the two of you had a very energetic night from the couch to the bathroom shower. Joel’s Southern charm worked for him and worked with everyone, especially you. 

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[darlingsfandom]

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Reader being a villain whos like poison ivy and mix of johnathan but she uses other peoples lust and desires against them . No one not even crane suspects his co worker in arkham using posion ivys mating pollen against him while to others shes sweet as sugar behind closed doors sadistic yet likes her boss . She even knows cranes secret as scare crow and uses it as a leverage in a way (fun idea)

I like this!

TW: mean fem dom! mentions of violence , cock riding, drugging, cream pie! Swearing, not proofread .

This was requested before the inbox was closed .

There’s the old saying that looks can be deceiving and in your case it’s true! No one would bat an eye at you and think the worst. How could little ole you ever hurt a fly? Your neighbors thought highly of you, you were the one who made cookies when someone new moved in, the who planted beautiful flowers in her garden, the who who volunteers at the soup kitchen all while being a full time physician at the asylum which no one ever wanted to end up in but sometimes we don’t always get what we want.

“Dr. y/l/n ?” You perked your head up from your paper work on your desk to see Dr. Crane standing there with a file in his hand.

“Yes? How can I help you?” You pushed your glasses up with your pen before tossing it down and getting out of the chair to meet him.

“I have a new patient for you. Chronic masturbater with mommy issues.” He handed you the file. You arched your eyebrow while reading the file only to close it with a snap and sigh.

“Let me guess, I’m getting him because I’m the only female here.”

“Well yes, a smart attractive female with authority!” Crane cleared his throat before walking away quickly. You rolled your eyes in annoyance before throwing the file onto your desk. It always the gross men that landed in your lap. Although crane did make a good point even though you hated it.

That was the thing about Crane, better known as Dr.Johnathan Crane the top psychiatrist in all of Gotham he had a certain aura about him. It was as if no one else could pick up on it because everyone was charmed by him and even you were charmed but you knew deep down it was a facade. The way he carried himself with confidence and cockiness it was interesting to the naked eye.

You sat back at your desk flipping through the file before you got back up to walk up to the roof. You stood at the edge watching all the people below shuffle around quickly, slowly, all sorts of action going on but that’s not why you were standing there. You followed a crane from above. A man is only as smart as he believes he is. He hid his own secret but he underestimated how smart you actually were. Men are just messy little play toys to you that you’ve used for your own pleasure and Crane was about to be the next one.

You watched him scurry to his car and look for something frantically but when he couldn’t find his silly little mask you chuckled to yourself while spinning it on your finger. The sky started to turn black making you smirk before walking to the edge of the roof and leaned over it. A whistle left your lips making Crane look up at you but he couldn’t make out that it was you. It couldn’t be you. His eyes were playing tricks. He ran as fast he could towards the building but by the time he made it inside you were already back in your office studying the file again.

“Can I help you?” You asked looking up at a breathless Crane who was standing against your door frame.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” He couldn’t believe it.

“Where else would I go? You gave a new patient to study.” You rubbed the bridge of your nose in disbelief . Crane approached you and placed his hands on your desk. The two of you didn’t speak a word before he gripped your cheeks and squished them together.

“Whistle for me!” He demanded

“I can’t , never learned how.” You spoke through the squished cheeks. He tilted his head, squinted and pulled away before fixing his posture and pushing his glasses up with his finger. “Doctor crane please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think it would be best if you had a seventy two hour psych hold.” You stood up and circled your desk until you were face to face with him. “I believe you’ve gone mad.” You tried to touch his face but he back handed your hand away.

“I haven’t gone mad!” “

“Oh sweetheart,” you gave him a pathetic pout. “You’re saying one thing but your body language is saying otherwise.”

“I am perfectly capable of determining my own mental status!” He barked at you before slamming the door shut. You smiled as he left because you got him so worked up that the sweat from the palm of his hands was on your desk. You scraped it off with a gloved finger and put it in a little tube.

The storm outside was pouring against the windows making you feel good. The clock on your wall read seven which meant everyone would’ve gone home besides Crane which is what you wanted. After making your way downstairs to your other office you slipped into something a little more comfortable that left almost nothing to the imagination. Just like crane you had your own mask but it didn’t cover your whole face, it was almost like Miss Poison Ivy’s if it were mixed with Cat Woman’s. You pulled your hair back and laced it with herbs you’ve crushed into a love/lust powder. You took the tube with Cranes DNA and mixed it into the potion you had created specially for him. The cool air brushed against your warm skin as you walked down the hallway to cranes office upstairs.

At first you waited outside the door before slowly opening it and tossing in a small ball the let out a mist to knock him out.

“What the hell?” He spoke before his body gave out and collapsed to the floor. You had a little bit of an issue pulling him down the hall until you got to an examination room. While he was passed out, you got him into a straight jacket and perched up on the bed.

When he slowly started to wake up, you took out the little potion tube and waved it in his face. His eyes came into focus to see you standing there with a wicked smile. You squeezed his cheeks together forcing his mouth open so you could pour the sweet liquid down his throat. Once it was gone you made him swallow before he snarled at you.

“Now is that anyway to behave?” You licked his cheek before tossing the tube out the window causing it to shatter against the ground.

“What have you done to me?” Crane started to struggled against the jacket.

“Just relax and soon you’ll be on cloud nine.” Your hands cupped his face before you kissed him. After a quick kiss you licked his bottom lip before stepping back and smirking before a chuckle bursted out of you.

“What’s so funny?”

“All of you men are the same. It doesn’t matter what your status in life is , the second lust takes over your body it’s over. You see Dr.Crane you hold the title of the smartest man in all of Gotham but whoever said man was the smartest creature?” You circled around him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You walked over to examination tray and pulled off his mask before tossing it in his lap.

Panic was written all over face with the fabric sitting there.

“I know your little secret and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” You played nice with him. Your hands ran over the straight jacket before you straddled his lap. He watched you with glazed eyes. “Play with me scarecrow .” Your voice was like honey as he nodded in agreement. Crane was raging with lust as he felt your hands run down his back.

“I’ll play with you anyway you want.” His breath hitched when you pressed your soft lips against his pulse point in his neck. You bit down hard enough to draw some blood making him twitch all over. “Please! Again!” He whimpered. The great Dr. Crane was whimpering below you and you couldn’t help but grin against the bruised skin.

“Oh would you look at that sweetheart…” you pulled away and stood up. Crane let out another whimper at the loss of you on him. You undid his belt , pulled down his pants along with boxers and listened to him hiss when the cool air hit his harden cock. “Pathetic.” You clicked your tongue. “Claims to be so smart that he’s better than an average man but your cock says otherwise!” You spit on your hand before wrapping it around the shaft and slowly jerked him off.

“Fuck! It feels good!” Crane looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m sure it does.” You pulled away your hand. “Now here’s the deal, I won’t tell anyone that you’re scarecrow if you partner up with me. Think about it. We’d be the hottest couple in all of Gotham. Your fear toxin mixed with my lust potion we’d do so good together.” Your fingers grazed his cock making him groan. “The choice is yours darling, be with me and we can eliminate all the issues that fill our city or I tell everyone your secret.” You licked his bottom lip again before you put your leg over his waist and delicately rubbed your wet pussy against his hard cock.

Crane moaned at the feeling. He wanted to give in to the temptation he really did but he was also fighting it until he felt you sink yourself down on his cock and wrap your arm around his neck.

“Say it baby, say you want me!” You pulled him closer as he started whining at how you rode his cock.

“Fuck I want you! I need you!” He was on cloud nine as you had promised. The way you were riding his cock made his brain fuzzy. You were holding the back of his neck as you swirled your hips in a figure eight style until something snapped in him. It was as if he could think clearly again but the smell of sex filled his nose again making him think like a man. “Fine! I’ll be your partner.” He sounded normal again.

You stopped riding him for a second only to start bouncing on his dick. He watched you fucked yourself using him for your pleasure and he couldn’t lie he enjoyed how pretty you looked with your mouth gapped open and eyes piercing through the darkness around them. Both of you could sense what was happening between the two of you and for once Crane would admit he met his match. The way you dug your nails into the straight jacket made him bite his lip because how sharp were your nails? Your orgasm was on the edge and so was his.

With a fast snap of your hips clenching around his cock he was whining with the toss of his head. He looked back down at you to look into your eyes as he filled you with cum. You rode him until your own orgasm crashed over you soaking his cock, balls and thighs. Both of you stayed silent until you pulled off to see his messy cock and to his surprise your mouth was on his cock cleaning up the mess of the mixture. Crane couldn’t believe this was happening.

You licked him clean before tucking him back into his pants. Crane sighed as you stood up straight licking your lips and blew him a kiss. He tilted his head as he tried to take off the jacket.

“Oh no honey, you need to relax.” You breathed into his ear before licking the shell of it. “I think it would be best if you had a seventy two hour hold.” You smirked against his ear before you started to walk out of the room. It dawned on him who it was that had just fucked him into a partnership.

“Wait a minute !” He yelled out making you turn on your heel. You stood in the door way still in that sexy outfit that he couldn’t take his eyes off.

“What?”

“This means I know your secret too!” He thought he had you on the ropes.

“And I know yours, the difference is… you’ve killed for your pleasure as to where I give those what they need… a sweet release.” You blew him a final kiss as he sat there too stunned to speak. How could his sweet little doctor with the face of an angel be so mischievous ? He couldn’t figure it out now but soon enough he would when the two of you would become gothams hottest couple.

[mythicalmyles]

masky? breeding, bondage, masochism kinks

Prison au

(Name) let out a laugh, leaning against one of the prisoners cells. He was always kind, usually getting close to some. He wouldn’t deny some of it was selfish, he figured if he showed everyone kindness he could be spared in a possible riot. He couldn’t deny it was his biggest fear as a guard, he wasn’t that big. Most of the inmates dwarfed him.

He preferred to learn about people and he knew a few could be jailed for simple mistakes. Sometimes desperation can drive people insane, he could get it having grown up ass broke. He never let his guard down, he may have empathy but he wasn’t stupid. There were murders who did it for fun, not that he really had to interact much. He couldn’t deny he was glad for it though.

He let out a sigh as his eyes flicked to the clock. “Have fun, boss.” The inmate laughed, waving him off. “Oh I’m sure i will.” He called back. He quickly made his way up the stairs and lightly jogged over to the double doors that led to the D block. Luckily he was just in the med bay today, didn’t mean something couldn’t kick off but it was rarer than checking in on some of them.

He flopped into a chair at a desk opposite of the nurse, her tired old eyes flicking to him. She forced a small exhausted smile, (Name) felt bad for her. She had to deal with some at their absolute worst, she wasn’t really mean but she was very strict. She had childrens at home and was usually tired by the time her shift started. It was why some of the guards had decided to accommodate her. They’d drop in and look after things while she slept for a while, they all had basic training and the prison couldn’t afford another employee. (Name) had gotten the job purely because he’d timed his application right and they had been desperate for another guard.

(Name) was sure the prison was held together with rubber bands at this point, most of the time it was freezing and the lights went out so often everyone had stopped complaining. (Name) leaned back in his chair, watching Arina stand and head through the back to sleep.

It wasnt long after two guards came in with a beaten prisoner, his blue eyes were set in a cold hard glare aimed at the floor. His eyebrows were furrowed and the corner of his lips were turned down. (Name) couldn’t find an ounce of humanity in the man, he looked a ball hair away from snapping someones neck. Luckily he was handcuffed and he was not so gracefully pushed onto the bed by two guards who left without a word. (Name) rolled his eyes, turning to the prisoner

“What happened?” He questioned pulling out a book. “Why’s a guard playing nurse? Then again, looking at you i doubt you’re good for much else.” The smugness in his voice made (Names) eye twitch. He cleared his voice and repeated himself, not letting the prisoner get to him too much.

“I got jumped by some other inmates.” He shrugged, throwing himself over the bed to lie down. (Names) chest twinged, he hated when people ganged up on one. “Im sorry.” (Name) spoke, he didn’t catch Tims eyes shooting to him as he began cleaning up his arm cuts. (Name) wasnt too surprised when he didnt react to the antiseptic spray he used, not a lot of inmates did.

Luckily it was scratches, he was lucky his attackers didn’t have shivs. (Name) didnt doubt he’d have some bruises soon too, he had patches of red swollen skin. “What’s your name?” (Name) questioned, putting bandages on the few deep scratch wounds be had ended up with. “Tim.” (Name) nodded, quickly patching the inmate up and moving to fill out some paperwork.

When (Name) finally found the paperwork after what felt like five minutes of searching. He victoriously softly whispered an ‘Aha!’ As he threw his arms up, before he’d had a thought his wrists were gripped and he was shoved onto the desk and cuffed.

Tim gripped (Names) hips, yanking hum back into his chest before spinning him around. Time couldn’t deny he relished in the shock on the cops face. “You really reallly shouldn’t turn your back on a murderer.” Tim laughed, stopping when (Name) barley even flinched. (Name) thought for a few moments, he knew the guy was murderer now but what kind was all he could think about. He wondered if it was self defence or cold blooded, it could be either and he could just be desperate for escape. A hand gripping his jaw pulled him from his thoughts. Tims eyebrows were furrowed, he wasn’t getting a kick from this. It wasn’t fun if they weren’t pissing their pants in fear. He tilted his head at (Name), Tim licked his lips when he saw (Names) pupils dilate.

Tim smirked as he unbuttoned the guards shirt, grinning at the fact (Name) didn’t have an under shirt on. Not that he could blame him with how hot it was. (Name) barley moved a muscle, eyes watching Tim unbutton him. Tim flattened his hand against (Names) chest, dragging against his nipples as Tims hands moved down his body. (Name) moaned and pushed into Tims hands. “Whore.” Tim laughed as (Name) glared at him. Just as (Name) was going to shoot back Tim grabbed his cock, (Name) jolted back in shock.

Tim didn’t stop there, he ground his hand onto (Names) cock causing him to let out deeper breaths. Tim didn’t play with him long, he quickly ripped down (Names) pants after undoing his fly. Tim yanked (Name) forward by the hips, turning him around again and this time bending him over the desk. Tim left him as he walked straight to a cupboard by the sink, where they always kept the lube for rectal examinations.

Tim quickly made his way back and lubed up his fingers, he wasted no time in pushing two of his digits into the guards hole. “So whats your name?” Tim questioned as he quickly fucked his digits into (Names) ass, (Name) was quick to moan and apparently too slow to answer as Tim’s hand soon made sharp contact with his ass. (Name) let out a choked moan and arched his back, Tim couldn’t resist and landed another two smacks.

(Name) choked his name out inbetween moans, his teeth biting hard on his lip. He’d kick himself if he woke up Arina. (Name) had to choke back hard when Tim added a third finger, his hole burned slightly but he relished in it. Tim slapped his ass five more times before pulling out his fingers, yet again he pulled (Name) around, this time sitting him on the desk. (Name) let out a loud choked moan out behind Tims hand, luckily he was quick to quiet down the guard as Tim pushed his cock into him.

Tim looked into (Names) eyes as they rolled back, he couldn’t help himself and he pressed his lips to the guards. Quick to push his tongue into (names) mouth and explore. (Name) kissed back just as hard moaning into Tims mouth as he was bounced on his cock. (Name) wished Tim had cuffed his hands infront so he could have at least held into his neck.

Tim pulled him off of the desk due to the rattling, using his strength to keep bouncing the guard on his cock as he bit and marked his neck. (Name) felt Time bite hard enough to make him bleed, he bit the junction between (Names) neck and collar. (Name) let out a small squeal as he bit and rolled his lips together.

(Name) wished be could let go, he wanted to moan loudly. He was loosing his composure and he was loosing it quick, every time Tim slammed his cock into (Name) he saw stars and felt dizzy. “You’re so tight pretty boy.” (Name) arched into Tim’s chest begging for more as the other gripped him tightly, it wasn’t long before (Name) couldn’t hold back and Tim quickly covered his mouth as he arched and let out a loud moan.

“I’m gonna stuff this little hole full of my cum, everyone here is gonna know how much of a little whore you are.” Tim’s thrusts hit harder and (Names) eyes rolled back, moaning into his palm. “God you probably want to be bred don’t you slut.”

“I don’t mind, ill stuff you full and breed you up.” He came all over Tims orange jumpsuit, Tim not handling the tightness quickly followed after. Tim flopped forwards, pushing (Name) against. Tim lazily ground his cock into (Name) who weakly moaned, looking at Tim confused. “I wasn’t kidding when i told you i was breeding you.” Tim grinned and pressed his lips to (Names).

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

hello :) So have about we do a fanfic we’re reader is Knoxvilles daughter (she’s like 14-15 whatever) and she does stunts but not like the ones the guys do. So one stunt reader does a crazy stunt and gets very mildly hurt but papa Knoxville is not very happy and very worried???

sorry if this long asf 😭😭 ok bye bye love ya 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

Knoxville’s Girl

When Johnny’s daughter does her first stunt (behind her father’s back, mind you) he isn’t very happy with his buddies who helped her out.

(Fluff)

1.1k Words

Warnings: Injuries, mention of underage drinking

An: Thank you so much for the request!! Sorry for the long wait in writing this but as a side note you always give me really interesting requests so thank you XD I decided to add in the fact Y/N skates in this fic because when I was 15 I was really adamant about learning. I never did, but I acquired quite a host of bruises as a result! I still have my old board lying around somewhere, I think…Anyways, thank you for the request and please keep them comming!!

Despite what most of America would think, your dad was one of the most responsible men you knew- at least, when it came to you. A lot of this negative press could be attributed to his whole line of work as a stunt man and generally rowdiness with his best friends who he was so close to that you often referred to them as your uncles. As far back as you could remember, you begged him to let you do stunts- it didn’t even have to be all that crazy, you told him. Hell, you would settle for antiquing one of the guys, but nooo. He would always give you the same reasoning, that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything happened to his little girl. Sure, it was sweet, but it’s not like you were eight years old anymore- you were fifteen, and you could handle a few bruises, what with how you were learning to skateboard (and getting pretty damn good at it if you do say so yourself).

While you were forbidden from any stunts, you were allowed to hang out on set with the other guys in between takes. You spent most of your time sitting around with Bam, shooting the shit and talking about skateboarding for hours until he had to go run off and hurt himself more. One time, when Johnny wasn’t around, he even snuck you a beer from one of the coolers, which you tried really hard to make it look like you didn’t think it was gross. That's all to say that your dad didn’t think he was the best influence on you. You and Bam were pretty close, which is why it was him who you ranted to about all of your problems, “Ughh…my dad never lets me have any fun!” Rolling your eyes, you sat back in your seat as you crossed your arms, “I mean, I’m in high school now! All I wanna do is one stunt- just one!” Bam nodded, listening to you. After a silence, he took a drag off his cigarette and spoke, “I mean, I’m sure we could figure something out…” Your head shot up with these wide, excited eyes and you were practically squealing in disbelief, “Wait, really? Like- really really?!” Grinning at your eagerness, Bam shrugged, “Why not? Hell, I’ll get Steve-O in on it too- I’m sure he could come up with somethin’ that won’t get you old man’s panties in’a bunch.”

The idea came from, of all places, a Willie E. Coyote cartoon- you know, the whole ‘painting a tunnel on a wall and getting someone to run into it’ thing? It was Steve’s idea to put you on a skateboard. “C’mon, all you gotta do is drop in! You can’t fuck it up that bad, Y/N.” He was right, you thought. You’d dropped in a couple of times before at the skatepark and never once did you get hurt, which wouldn’t be a possibility this time around because Bam had the genius idea to put a helmet on you to eliminate any element of risk so there was no way Johnny would ‘get all pissy’ with them and also because it’s not a good idea to get your boss’s daughter concussed.

Poised at the top of the coping, you stared down in dislebeif at the drywall in front of you with the crudely painted tunnel on it that Bam was next to. On the other side was Steve who stood ready with the camera, angling it up as he waved at you. “Alright, little lady! We’re rollin’!” Okay, this was happening. It’s happening. Taking a deep breath, you nodded and, not wanting to look like a total pussy, swallowed any traces of tension you had before squeezing your eyes shut and shifting your weight forward. See, the thing is when you’re on a moving object, it’s kind of a good idea to keep your eyes open so you can, you know, see things. This thought didn’t cross your mind as you hurtled down the vert ramp before crashing into the wall- the wall that was supposed to shatter and leave you completely unscathed. The only problem was that it didn’t. Drywall entirely intact, you bounced off of it, landing on your back with this horrible, burning hot pain in your wrist.

You walked away with a sprained wrist, a black eye, and a couple cuts and bruises. Not too bad for your first real stunt, you thought, and it was funny as hell too, as you discovered when Steve was showing you the footage in the ER waiting room to make you feel better. If only Johnny could see the same humor in it as you did. You would’ve thought they were wheeling you back in a full body cast when they got you back to set later that day. Your dad’s eyes got wide and his jaw nearly hit the ground as he gasped, taking in the sight with a voice dripping in concern, “Jesus Christ…” Hurriedly pulling you into his chest, you were about to say some comment about how you were fine and it was totally worth it cause you had a great time, when he looked up at Steve and Bam like he wanted to bite their heads off, “What the hell did you do to her?” Neither had ever seen Johnny this angry and were both starting to regret being a part of this when Bam piped up, “I mean, I dunno what you’re so mad about, man- she wore a helmet.”

Funny enough, that did end up convincing Johnny to let you in on a couple of their milder Jackass stunts only to make sure you could do this sort of thing in a safer, more controlled environment under his watch. Chasing the guys around with cattle prods, rigging the giant hand to hit them as they walked through the halls of the Dickhouse offices- you even got to help Bam out with doing Rockys on the cast and crew (even though he really thought he was a bad influence now). The only other time you saw your dad that worked up was when Bam came up to him on set in between takes sounding pretty nervous himself. “Hey, Knoxville-“ He jabbed a thumb behind him, “You know I’m usually pretty cool about this kinda stuff, but I don’t really think Y/N should be doin’ stunts like that with wild animals…” Suddenly panicking, Johnny flew out of his seat, running over to the bushes where he heard your snickering, only to find you sitting across with Chris who had his hand in the Black Mamba sock puppet, wiggling it around like a snake and hissing. Falling back laughing, all Johnny could do was shake his head, unable to keep a smile from creeping onto his lips.

[inthepeakymidwinter]

Bon Voyage (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

This was based on prompt 22 for the lovely @the-fangirl-diaries , I hope you enjoy it!

Prompt 22- playful teasing

(Still taking requests. Prompts here)

Summary: Thomas comes to visit a workaholic horse trainer Y/N and tries to whisk her away on vacation.

Word Count: 754

TW: Horses

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I was brushing Mr. Shelby’s race horse in the stables I inherited from my late father. I was trying to prepare the horse, named Gypsy, for the next big race. The race it was supposed to win. I heard strong footsteps coming from the front of the barn and hurried up my brushing, turning my head to get a glimpse of who was entering. It was none other than Thomas Shelby in his dark haired glory. The man with a fine taste in suits here to enter a dirty old stable. “Mr. Shelby, what a surprise” I said from behind the horse. He walked up to where I was brushing the horse and fumbled with his coat pockets.

“I’ve heard you haven’t had a day off” He spoke in a deep voice that came so naturally to him.

“Have you been talking to my mother?” I grew frustrated.

“Y/N, she’s a good woman. It’s not my fault she happens to like me more” He teased and walked up closer to me, making me simultaneously frustrated and nervous.

“We all need to take breaks, Y/N. Even the best horse trainers in the world take breaks” He informed me.

“And yourself? Do you go on breaks Thomas Shelby?” I scoffed.

He smiled back at me with those crushing blue eyes. I could get lost in them for eternity.

“As a matter of fact that’s why I came here, Y/N. I’m taking a nice long break and I’d like you to join me” He invited.

“Well that’s nice and all but I have to take care of the horse” I tried to shrug off his invitation. It was too much for me to even consider. Going out with a man who I barely know. Who is my boss and could release me from my contract at any moment. It was out of the question.

“I arranged for Curly to take care of the horse while you’re gone. We’ll be gone for barely a week-“

“A week?! Mr.Shelby I have strict plans for this horse I can’t be gone for that long!”

“Curly can follow every instruction…if its something you want” Thomas spoke carefully considering my angsty body language.

“You know you don’t have to be scared of me” He teased again.

“I’m not I-“

“I just know that I used to be the same way as you. Hard working. No days off, but slowly over time your mind starts playing tricks on you. It starts telling you that all you have is your work and that no one else can do what you do…but the truth is we’re all replaceable anyway…So you have to learn to take time for yourself. No one else is going to” He sighed and looked down at the hay covered floor.

“Fine, but I’m only going because my mom told you to do this” I huffed and walked out of the stables with him.

“It was all my idea. Your mom just gave me permission” He smiled.

I laughed and looked into his blue eyes once more. He was growing softer on me. It was a good look for him.

As we neared the driveway I noticed his all black car ready to go.

“I’ll let you pack and you can meet me here when you’re ready” He explained.

I nodded at him and walked up the porch steps, entering my home to find my bags all packed and waiting in the hall. I shook my head and thought about how my mother is never up to any good.

“Goodbye mum” I shouted at the top of my lungs. She was always in the kitchen cooking something.

I heard her footsteps race out to the hallway. She embraced me in a big hug, wearing her apron covered in flour. “Have a good time dear” She blessed me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I picked up my two sets of luggage and made my way out of the door, finding Thomas standing against his car the whole time with a cheesy grin on his face.

“About time princess” He teased.

“It hasn’t even been five minutes Mr. Shelby!” I scoffed and gave my luggage to him.

He gently placed it in the back of the car and opened up my passenger door for me. I got close to his face and placed a soft kiss upon his cheek that made him turn crimson red. “Thank you Mr. Shelby” I smiled and got into the car.

Maybe I did need a break.

[noforkingclue]

Love to Hate and Hate to Love, Chapter 1 (River Cartwright x OC)

Summary: so far Olivia's time at The Park had been relatively uneventful, despite working for a Service Legend. However, when her boss manages to piss off Lady Di she's forced to cooperate with the Slow Horses. And only one team is only going to get out of this alive.

Author's note: my first of my Slow Horses OC fics (and first OC fic in general...). Title might change though

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites spngingerbread21,  @layazul,  @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

Olivia tapped her pen on her desk and she glanced down at the paper in front of her. Her colleagues had seemingly abandoned their work for the meantime in favour of focusing on the message.

“Remind me,” she said, “why are we doing this, oh, how did Fitz describe it again?”

“Dealing with the fuck ups,” grunted Kara, “chuck that over.”

“Why?”

“I want to see if there’s a message in it.”

“Why?”

“You’re still new here Olive. When you’ve been here as long as we have you learn to pick things up.”

“Olive,” Olivia muttered as she folded the paper into an aeroplane, “never going to live that down am I?”

“Nope,” said Laura as she relaxed back in her chair, “you aren’t. Besides, it suits you!”

Olivia threw her a glare but chose not to snap back. She chucked the plane over to Kara who read it in silence. She sighed and put it down heavily.

“Nothing,” she said as she ran a hand through her straight black hair, “that’s disappointing.”

“You were expecting something?” Asked Olivia

“Maybe a little something,” Kara admitted, “then again Fitz is a bit cagey about his Cold War days. Especially when it comes to his old colleagues. You can’t really blame me for being suspicious.”

“And even more when it comes to Jackson Lamb,” said Warren, “heard they almost came to blows more than once.”

“Definitely,” said Laura, “you must’ve heard of Jackson Lamb right Olive. Despite still being a bit green.”

Olivia rolled her eyes and swatted Laura’s hand as she ruffled her hair. She had only been in The Service for six months but it was hard not to have heard of Service legends like Jackson Lamb or the infamous Slow Horses. Even her boss, Max ‘Fitz’ Fitzgerald was a Service legend in his own right and you don’t become one of those without doing some shady shit.

"So why are we involved?" she asked

"Because Lady Di thinks she's being funny and she’s also punishing me."

Olivia, who was the only one with her back to the door, jumped at the sound of Fitz’s voice. Fitz just gave her a bright smile and clapped a hand on her shoulder. For someone so short he was a lot stronger than he looked. He was only five foot five and yet his presence always commanded a room's attention.

“And you are coming with me.” He said

“Why me?” Asked Olivia

“Because Lamb’s bringing someone with him and I want you to distract him.”

“Fitz! I thought you said that honey traps weren’t your style.”

“Nothing like that. I want you to piss off River Cartwright.”

*

Cartwright, Cartwright, Cartwright.

Another name you couldn’t go five minutes in The Service without hearing. The grandson was just as famous as the grandfather although for completely different reasons. Actually, famous was the wrong word. Infamous was definitely more like it. Olivia bit her lip to avoid ranting to Fitz. He had already had enough of hearing about it in the office.

“Remember what I said?” Said Fitz, “level head.”

“But distract him,” Olivia said through gritted teeth, “I know. Trust me, I know. I have the perfect distraction.”

The only thing keeping Cartwright in The Service (if Slough House could be called that) was his grandfather. That pissed Olivia off. Anyone else would’ve been cast out but no. Precious little River Cartwright still had a job. Fuck, she thought she had left the nepo babies behind at university.

“We’re here.”

Olivia was dragged out of her thoughts as Fitz spoke. She looked up at the pub and wrinkled her nose. It looked like the type of dives she would’ve gone to as a struggling student. Flaking paint, cracked windows and a general air of unkemptness oozed from it.

“It’s a shithole.” She said

“I know but Lamb chose it so it’s not surprising. Ready?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.”

Fitz opened the door and gestured for Olivia to go in. Olivia sighed and tried to hold in her grimace as she entered the pub. However, when she walked on the sticky floors she couldn’t help but let out a disgusted noise.

“This your new girl, Fitz? Heard you got a new one. Thought you’d bring someone with a bit more fucking experience.”

“Jackson,” Fitz said grimly, “I’d say good to see you but we’re both too old to bullshit each other. So cut the bullshite and let's just get on with it. I doubt neither of us want to spend too long in each other's company.”

Fitz walked towards the two men in the corner of the pub with you following closely behind. Olivia had to admit, she had been curious about meeting Jackson Lamb (less so River Cartwright) but he wasn’t what she expected. She had been expecting someone like Fitz who was always very well presented and never seen out of a three piece suit. She wasn’t expecting someone who, to put it bluntly, looked like a homeless man and nothing could prepare her for the smell. His companion on the other hand…

“River Cartwright.” He said standing up and offering Olivia his hand

He flashed her a bright smile which he probably thought made him look charming. Fuck, she could just imagine what the others would be saying. Well, at least he had some manners unlike his boss. Oh well, time to ruin it.

“Olivia Moher,” she said taking it, “nice to put a face to the name of the person who crashed Stansted. I saw the video. The Park uses it as training on how not to fuck things up.”

River narrowed his eyes and let go of Olivia’s hand. Lamb let out a snort of amusement.

“Very fucking funny,” he said to Fitz, “I can see why you brought her. Now tell your fucking idiot to piss off.”

Fitz opened his mouth and quickly closed it with a snap. He nodded towards the door and Olivia took a deep breath. Secretly she was glad to get out of the pub.

“As long as you tell your Slow Horse to piss off as well.” He said

“Gladly. Cartwright, fuck off.”

“But-“

“Now!”

Even Olivia flinched at the harsh tone in Lamb’s voice and she was already nearly out of the pub. River practically pushed past her and she grimaced. Well, thís is going to be awkward. Not like she cared that is.

There was a heavy tension in the air. Olivia folded her arms and leant against a wall. She could quite bring herself to care about whether or not she hurt his feelings. Probably not the best idea to piss off someone you're meant to be working with.

“I suppose you think you’re funny.”

Olivia glanced over at River and smirked.

“I’m fucking hilarious.”

“It was a training exercise, you know. And I was set up.”

“And I was only following orders.”

“That’s the oldest excuse in the book.”

“And yours isn’t? I wonder how many agents tried that excuse before being thrown out? At least you had your family name to rely on.”

Olivia gave River a sharp smile and River slowly approached her. She pushed herself off the wall and folded her arms. She looked up and him as he said,

“What’s that meant to mean?”

“Maybe if you spent half a second thinking about it instead of asking questions you’d be able to figure it out for yourself.”

River opened his mouth to snap back but a shoot from inside the pub stopped him. Olivia and River glanced at each other in confusion. The door flung open and a furious Fitz was in the doorway. He glanced between you and snapped,

“What the fuck is this? Sexual tension?”

Both Olivia and River recoiled from each other

“Not fucking likely.” Said Olivia

“Good. Now hurry up. We have to go back to The Park.”

“Already?”

“Yes,” Fitz gave Lamb a disgusted look as he pushed past him, “it’s the only place he can’t get to.”

“I wouldn’t count on that Fitz.” Lamb practically spat the nickname

“Moher, let’s go.”

“Ok. See you around Cuntwright.”

“It’s Cartwright!”

“Yeah but Cuntwright suits you so much better!”

*

“So,” Kara kicked out and wheeled her chair over to Olivia, “what was the infamous Jackson Lamb and River Cartwright like?”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen Fitz that pissed before,” said Laura, “and I’ve been working with him for three years.”

“I’ve been working for him for ten and I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen him like that.” said Warren

“Cunts,” Olivia said, “especially Cartwright.”

Warren put down a mug of tea on Olivia’s desk and offered her a pack of biscuits which she gratefully took.

“Well this certainly bodes well,” Warren said, “you annoyed, Fitz pissed. Looks like they both got under your skin. I thought Fitz wanted you to do that to Cartwright, not the other way round.”

“And I did.”

“And it looks like he did the same to you,” said Kara, “say, is he as handsome as people mention? I never had the pleasure of meeting him before his fuck up.”

“His personality ruins it.” Olivia said through a mouthful of digestive

“So he is handsome,” said Kara teasingly, “careful Olive. You might find yourself compromised.”

Olivia wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“I think I’d rather quit the Service.”

“Don’t let Lady Di hear you say that,” said Fitz, “she might just take you up on that offer.”

“Why?” Olivia asked

“Because she hates me and wants me to suffer.”

“What did you do?” Asked Laura

Fitz sighed and took off his glasses. He cleaned them on his tie before putting them back on. For the first time since Olivia met him, Fitz looked his age. He looked tired and he leant against her desk, stealing the mug of tea that Warren had made her.

“It’s ancient history,” Fitz said at last, “the past is the past and should remain so. However, when dealing with people like Jackson Lamb, the past never remains buried for long. He has an uncanny knack of digging things up at the worst possible time.”

He took a sip of the tea and winced slightly as it scolded his tongue.

“This was back before the wall fell,” he continued, “you four would be too young to remember it-”

“I vaguely remember something on the news,” said Warren, who had just turned forty, “but I was too young to take in the significance of it.”

“Well,” Fitz gave a one shoulder shrug, “I spent a lot of time behind the wall. Doing… off the record things.”

“Off the record?” asked Olivia

She glanced over at Laura and Kara. Laura mimed cutting her throat and Olivia looked over at Fitz in horror. Fitz just grimaced and said,

“What did you expect when you joined The Service? Everything to be sunshine and rainbows?”

“Have you all killed people?” Olivia asked

“Now is not the time for this conversation,” Fitz said, “We need to focus. And I need a fresh cup of tea. This is too weak.”

Fitz shoved the cup at Warren who sighed but ultimately made him a fresh one. Fitz looked at it and nodded.

“Better. You never leave the tea bag in for long enough.”

“Yes I do! The others agree with me.”

Warren turned to look for backup but suddenly everyone was interested in the floor. Even Olivia looked away, uncomfortable at seeing the hurt look on Warren’s face.

“Back to the matter at hand,” Fitz said grimly, “most of the ‘off the record’ was carried out abroad. People we,” Fitz coughed and gave a bitter smile, “found difficult.”

“And did this just happen abroad?” asked Kara, a hint of cynicism in her voice

“Well,” Fitz ran a hand over his face, “most of the time. All the stuff I did was.”

“Most,” Laura paused, “What do you mean by ‘most’.”

“You killed your own people,” said Olivia, “I thought we didn’t do that.”

Fitz shrugged again. His nonchalance about the whole situation was starting to irritate Olivia.

“We don’t.”

“Then what does Lamb have you on?” asked Olivia

“On me? Nothing.”

“So who does he have dirt on?”

“Well there’s nothing concrete,” said Fitz, “but in this game nothing needs to be. All it takes is a rumour and,”

He clicked his fingers and smiled when his team jumped,

“Gone!”

“And this is what Lamb has?” asked Laura, “something that could potentially be damaging?”

“Ladi Di wants us to check it out,” said Fitz, “yes. If it’s enough to get her spooked,” he let out a soft chuckle, “then it’s worth checking out.”

“So why are we working with the Slow Horses?” asked Laura, “they’re Slow Horses. Can we just go in and demand they hand it over?”

“Because they’re led by Jackson Lamb,” said Fitz, “and he’s someone you have to play London and Moscow Rules at the same time.”

“So what does Second Desk want us to do?” asked Olivia

“Second Desk, fuck me,” Fitz said rolling his eyes, “you don’t have to be so fucking polite in here.”

He walked towards the windows of his team's office. Fitz managed to snag one of the few remaining ones that had a view out onto Regent’s Park. For a moment his team had wondered if he had actually heard Olivia.

“Ladi Di wants us to see if he actually has what she thinks he has and get it back. So unfortunately we’re going to play the long game and go along with his pathetic little game. And in the end,”

Fitz turned around and grinned at them.

“I’m going to destroy him.”

[abhainnwhump]

Prompt: 'I'll make you mine' but Nightmare keeps misgendering Ink. In order to fullfil his goal with him, Nightmare keeps insisting that Ink's a she/her and is very girly/into the girly stuff.

Ink: oh i'm a he/they btw

Nightmare:Understandable (keeps calling him a 'she')

Ink:💀

((Nightmare: See Ink? '..A girl' is the second most searched result when searching 'Is Ink sans...' on Google. Are you sure your not a girl?? /j)

Second Part Third Part

(Content warnings: Misgendering, mentions of torture, misogyny, humiliation, sort of eating disorder)

Ink did his best to avoid Nightmare, peeking through every hallway before using it. He shouldn't have been, they finished another training session and Ink's throat still burned from posion, but it wouldn't hurt to check. He sighed in relief when he noticed he wasn't there. Ink pulled at the collar of his dress as he walked to his room. His scarf was so much better.

Ink set his hand on the door handle, but a cold breeze brushed against his bones before he could open it. Ink bit back a groan and turned around to face Nightmare, pushing the tendril off his shoulder. "Did I forget something?"

"No, no. I was just wondering why you ran so quickly. I know sweet little girls like you are sensitive, but I hope I wasn't that harsh. You just need to learn to pay attention."

Ink scowled for a second before putting on a smile again. His fingers felt like they scratched him instead of caressed him. "Night . . . I'm not a girl, I'm a guy."

Nightmare chuckled and booped his nasal bone. Ink scrunched his face. "Ah, no. I know what you are, you're the one confused right now. But this just tells me we need to work on you accepting yourself in training."

Ink crossed his arms, staring at his pink sleeves. Despite his usual urge to argue, he knew there was only one safe option. "Fine . . . I'll work on it tomorrow."

"That's my good doll." Nightmare seemed satisfied as he melted into a puddle and dashed through the castle's shadows. Ink rolled his eye lights and walked into his room. He dug out the jacket he stole from Dust and put it on. It covered the pink and helped him feel more like himself. At least he got to choose what he wore!

==========================================

Dinner came around that night. Ink ended up running late because it took forever to cover his old training cuts with makeup. They still didn't heal. The VSS were already settling at the table. He walked into the banquet hall, but paused as he heard something odd.

"Where's . . . Ink?" Horror asked as he sat down.

"She'll be here shortly." Nightmare sipped his wine.

Killer paused in the middle of a bite. "She?"

"You heard me. I want you to call Ink a girl, it's the quickest way she'll learn what I want her to be. Make her believe it and I'll take more drastic measures if needed. It's all part of my plan."

The MTT gave each other a weird look. Ink hoped it meant they had his back, at least a little bit. Killer finally spoke up for them. "I mean . . . alright, boss."

"Excellent." Nightmare looked up. Ink thought he was looking right through him.

Ink debated his options. He could go to dinner and be completely humiliated, or he could skip dinner and get a physical punishment. What would the cost of skipping be? Probably a few bruises, but Nightmare might even praise him for skipping a meal. He never fed him enough because he needed him skinny and pretty. Ink's phalanges dug into the wood of the doorway. He was just going to be put through the same thing no matter what they did. It was like Nightmare was trying to destroy every part of his identity, but why? He loved him! Ink ignored the tears in his eye sockets as he went back to his room, still hungry.

You're such a stupid girl.

Unfortunately, it's only the third most searched question (ignore the sound bar).

[badgerinamicrowaveromohomo]

This post will be be different from my entire page. It is an information point mainly discussing girls:

As a once perceived female, I have anger. Today I walked down the streets of my beloved town and I remembered the first time I went down it on my own. I was terrified and walking quickly because I heard horror stories and I felt sad about being separated from my family (I got a little bit lost). The FIRST pub I quickly walked past I was a scared object. I don't remember what they said, but it was something about being on my own and a pretty girl and just general catcalling. I was that sort of age where I didn't have any dislikes in food or in people. That must've been the first thing I disliked. I was so scared and it took me a long time to go out by myself.

This wasn't the first time I was sexualised, nor the last. It hurts me the disparage between men and woman, or more apt between men and girls.

May I iterate at this time that there is so much good in this world. Mostly reiterating to me so I don't throw something.

Dance took up a lot of my life when young. At the age of maybe 6 I learned to "sexy dance". Couldn't have been more than 4 when I started this sport and I remember so clearly being told to suck everything in. Ballet does rely on core strength, and I thought there was something wrong with me for having a bum or having a tiny tiny stomach that stuck out in revealing leotards. I was teased by the teacher for having breakfast.

It's one of my earliest memories.

I thought for years this was the fault of the leotar, that girls shouldnt wear such things. Turns out it's the people, the teachers, our unwanted observers.

Today, my boss walked behind me centimetres past me and I froze. His towel brushed my arse a little bit that could have easily been a genuine accident. What wasn't an accident was how close he was to me than his male co-workers. All shift he treated me like an idiot for asking questions about the workplace that I'm new to. I know for a fact that if it was a man asking the same questions that he would be inquisitive and wanting to learn, but I perceived his responses to mean that I am shrill and annoying.

We are taught from a very young age that men are dangerous and it proves to be right. We are taught to fear them all. Never during lessons was I surprised to hear the horrors of the world because it's ingrained from birth.

Half of our population is scared of the other.

Half of our population feel scared when a man is behind you.

Half of our population can't deal with this fear anymore.

We have been crying out for centuries to be taken seriously.

Since women being able to vote, there has been a shift of "women have all the rights already, why do we have to change because of one bad thing that happened?"

We need to change because grown women are afraid to be alone.

We need to change because children get cat called.

Legally, we are equal.

To you, we are equal because we can do the same jobs as you.

We see the ways you treat us differently but we are AFRAID to speak up.

We can't lose our jobs over this. Many do. I was replaced by a boy in my first workplace because he would be stronger than weak little girl. I lost my next job because I spoke out about feeling not safe.

I feel afraid when there's only men in the room. I feel that I can't say anything and I'm helpless. I feel that I'm the idiot, no matter what. One man can make a room full of girls/ women feel threatened.

A 16 year old today was told off because her legs were on display and it wasn't professional. I've seen men bartenders wear shorts all of the time.

There are different standards for you and for i, all because you presume me female.

We don't want to anger you in case you strike out and hurt us.

Because we've all been hurt by people like you.

I implore for the women/ former women to find a single woman who hasn't been scared of a man just waking down the street, just being looked at for too long.

Reply if you have never been scared of men.

Reblog if you have never not been scared of men.

A poem to end this speech.

Men.

I don't care who you are

I'm scared of you.

[luneshallshine]

✂ instructions unclear. (2) | android!san

ღ instructions unclear. (did you mean, "fall in love" ?)

july 10th, 2122

while walking home from work one day, you stumble upon an android from the world up-top, a world you were sure you would never be able to experience. once he opens his eyes, you become his master.

f!reader, fluff, minor angst, learning to love, detroit become human and ff7 references, attempts at humor

ღ word count: 1.3k

ღ taglist : @layzfeelit @ihatemynewbangs @fireheaurt @acciocriativity

CHAPTERS: ONE THREE INTERLUDE FOUR

ღ CHAPTER TWO: SWITCHING GEARS (PROTECT YOURSELF)

a question loomed on your mind, ever since san dropped into your life, you couldn't help but feel as though san didn't belong in your life.

two weeks had passed since the first night, and you were slowly incorporating san into your life, you had gotten him a job at the restaurant you worked at. you had made him grow his hair enough to be able to cover the led ring.

"san, make sure you never show your led, who knows what would happen if anyone found you weren't human," you told him sternly as the two of you walked to the job interview.

"understood master," he replied, a small smile on his face.

he followed your route diligently, and you watched people's heads turn as they noticed the new man by your side.

"y/n! hey, good to see you again, who's the new guy?" a voice rang out from a café that turned into a bar at night.

you looked towards it to see your longtime friend, wooyoung, smiling at you and san.

"wooyoung! this is san, san this is wooyoung, he and i have been friends since we were kids," you introduced the two, watching as san bowed and how wooyoung paused his routine to bow back.

"looks like seventh heaven still has to open right? well we've got a job interview to go to, i don't want to bother you any longer wooyoung, we can swing by later," you spoke, watching as wooyoung's gaze lingered on san a tad bit longer than you had expected.

"a-ah okay! see you two, stay safe, i've heard that some monsters have been popping up more in these parts, don't stay out too late," he said, waving good-bye.

"monsters..?" san spoke for the first time since seeing wooyoung, and the android had a sense of concern in his voice.

"ah yes, didn't y/n tell you? the slums are littered with dangerous creatures that we call monsters because they're 100% aggressive, hopefully you don't run into one. i wouldn't want your experience to be spoiled," wooyoung said.

san hummed in acknowledgement, and went back to your side, walking with you as you and wooyoung waved good-bye to each other. you told him about your workplace, the regulars, your coworkers, and your dead-beat boss.

"my boss sucks, that's for sure, but the people that cluster at the restaurant make it all worth it. we're all struggling to make it, and none of us would leave another out to dry," you spoke, fondness dripping from your voice.

san smiled as he watched your eyes light up as you described your regulars.

"there's barret, he's an older man but not too old, he's got a real cute daughter named marlene, such a bright girl too. ah! there's also a woman named kara, her daughter alice is also really really cute, when both kara and barret are there, the whole restaurant gets a bit brighter," you rambled, san listening diligently.

before the two of you knew it, you were there. your boss was all tidied up in his nicest shirt, clearly excited for a new worker to terrorize. he smiled as you sat san down and walked away so san could be interviewed in private. you walked into the kitchen to say hello to your coworkers getting ready to open.

"not working today?" your coworker, seonghwa, asked.

"not today, just came to bring the new guy for his interview," you replied, watching as seonghwa became a bit downtrodden at your absence.

"oh well, if you ever want to work, you know we need you," he spoke, smiling softly at you.

"thank you seonghwa," you said, walking around to greet your other coworkers.

"y/n! i thought today was your day off, why are you here?" your senior, yunho, exclaimed, engulfing you in a sweet hug.

you re-explained why, and yunho nodded in acknowledgement.

"ahh okay, i wanna meet 'em now! is he older? younger?" yunho asked eagerly, and you had wished you'd planned farther ahead.

"he's the same age as you yunho, maybe a bit younger."

different from the world up-top, the slums didn't care about proof of identity, if you had working hands and legs, you were good enough. you, yunho, and seonghwa all hung around for a bit, catching up about the different shit you guys have seen around. after what felt like hours, the kitchen door swung open and your boss walked in with the biggest smile on his face.

"welcome your new coworker, san! i don't know where you found someone like him y/n, but frankly i don't even care! he's perfect, ah right, san, when can you start?"

"i only want to work when.. y/n.. is working," san spoke, hesitating to say your name.

"that's alright! so you'll start tomorrow, y/n, you're on training duty. don't disappoint," your boss said, turning around and leaving, probably to go smoke outback.

"nice to meet you san! i'm jeong yunho," yunho said, and san smiled in response.

"i'm park seonghwa," seonghwa said bluntly, a small scowl forming on his handsome face.

san didn't falter, and only smiled brighter.

"looking forward to working with you both!" san replied, bowing deeply.

on the walk home, you noticed that it had gotten a bit dark, you and san did spend a lot of time fucking around at the restaurant, and now it was getting too dark. you walked towards seventh heaven, basking in the nighttime ambience, not noticing how san was on guard the whole time. as your ears picked up the sound of the guest of the night at seventh heaven, san's picked a strange rustling noise from an alleyway. before anything happened, san pushed towards seventh heaven, yelling at you to go inside.

"go inside, now, master!" san yelled, shoving you into the light of the now-bar.

"san?! what's going on?!" you yelled.

"wooyoung! make sure y/n does not leave your sight, i mean it."

"g-got it!" wooyoung replied, sprinting from behind the counter to you.

something in san's voice told you that you had to listen to him.

"come on y/n, let's go, tonight we have jongho singing for us, i have a weird feeling that san will be okay," wooyoung spoke, his arms securely wrapped around you.

you could only nod and watch as san disappeared off into the darkness.

"come out. i know you're there, you thought i wouldn't be able to sense you?"

san took a few careful steps, his eyes scanning his surroundings quickly and effectively.

"okay, you caught me. i just wanted to see how you were, you did disappear without a trace," a voice replied.

a scowl appeared on his face, this person was so familiar, and yet he couldn't pinpoint where he knew them from.

"come on my dear brother, aren't we twins? why would you hide from me?"

"don't hurt her," san spoke, sensing the malice.

a deep chuckle echoed throughout the alleyway.

"i would never dream of hurting that girl! however, an android with memory issues..., how funny. i guess you did turn out to be the defective one, our master still wants you however, san."

the figure took a hard right swing, and san dodged with ease. he felt his system switch gears, and a harsh instinct washed over him.

protect yourself.

protect her.

win.

"over my dead body."

the sound of jongho's angelic voice had been lulling you to sleep, you watched as wooyoung got ready to close up shop, hesitating to turn off the lights.

"y/n, you want a drink before you go?" wooyoung offered, the bar not yet closed.

"not today, i want to see san sober," you replied, your feet swinging with anxiety.

wooyoung patted your head and went back to closing up, heavy footsteps drowned out jongho's voice. you looked up to see san, his clothes a little bit ripped but no clear injuries. he was walking back to you, and you sprung up and into his arms.

"i'm okay.. y/n," he spoke, hugging you back.

"what happened?" you asked, watching as he smiled.

"i can tell you when we get home, but let's just say i ran into a monster."

who was that?? oh my, i'm so curious...

if you want to be added to the taglist, you can always ask me directly :)

ღ lune

[raggedclanlifegen]

Moon 12 - Never trust a rogue.

"RaggedClan, gather around the waste for a clan meeting!" Minkstar's yowl echoed through the clearing. The clan crept out of their dens and gathered around her.

Minkstar's eyes looked hollow as she waited for every cat to settle. When they did, she finally spoke. "I have decided that it is time to finally name my deputy." She took a deep breath in and out. "I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors and Snowyfeather may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of RaggedClan is Shinelight." She motioned Shinelight forward. "You are young but capable, and I trust you to look after RaggedClan as long as you are living."

Shinelight dipped her head and stepped forward to sit beside her mother. "I vow to do my best. I will take care of RaggedClan until my dying breath."

Minkstar nodded. "Good." She turned her head back to the crowd. "Pondpaw, step forward."

Pondpaw's eyes were shining as he stepped forward.

Minkstar turned to Curlthorn. "Has Pondpaw learned the skills of a warrior? Do you believe he is ready and worthy?"

Curlthorn nodded. "He has, and he is."

"Then I, Minkstar, leader of RaggedClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and though he is eleven moons old, I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn." Minkstar sighed. "Pondpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do." Pondpaw dipped his head.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Pondpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Ponddrop. StarClan honors your hard work, and we welcome you as a full warrior of RaggedClan."

"Ponddrop! Ponddrop!" The clan erupted into cheers for the new warrior.

"It's going to be so weird now, calling you my deputy." Asterseed smiled as he and Shinelight walked through the clan's territory.

"Oh yeah?" Shinelight titled her head. "I suppose it'll be strange bossing you around now." She grinned, shoving him playfully.

The two chattered back and forth, almost oblivious to their surroundings.

"So, did your pretty leader finally replace that old tom?" A new voice sounded from behind the two, causing them to whip around in alarm.

Shinelight gasped. One of the rogues! "What're you doing back here? I thought there was an agreement?" She hissed.

"Yeah well, this area is the richest in prey, so we decided to pop back over." The rogue tom was grinning evily.

"Well, you're not welcome here! You'd better leave before we make you." Asterseed growled.

"Oh?" The rogue tom laughed.

"They're back because they couldn't find any suitable land?" Minkstar huffed.

"I doubt that." Bitternlightning said between licks as she dressed Asterseed and Shinelight's wounds.

"That's what he claimed." Asterseed winced as he shrugged.

Shinelight frowned. "It just doesn't make sense. This place is in no way prey-rich. I'm sure there's better places!"

"They just didn't want to look." Bitternlightning shook her head. "And you're lucky these scratches are the only things you got out with. Not only do we know what those rogues are capable of, but me and Marsh had run-ins with them while we were still loners."

Shinelight sighed. "We'll just have to have extra patrols around the borders again. And bigger groups."

Minkstar nodded. "That's a good idea. I'll leave you to organize those." Minkstar turned and left the den.

"You two will be fine. Go get yourselves something to eat, though. And don't push yourselves for a few days." Bitternlightning narrowed her eyes. "Please."

Asterseed and Shinelight nodded before padding out into the clearing and grabbing a piece of prey each.

Shinelight led the way to a patch of sun, settling down with her mouse. "I'm grateful for this Newleaf weather." Shinelight purred as she took a bite. "And for the sun being back out."

Asterseed was nodding in agreement. "So am I. I was getting tired of the cold weather."

"If I don't have kits soon, Stemstripe, you'll have to become the next Lead Healer. And I'm sure you'll be fine. You've also got a mate set up for you." Bitternlightning's voice drifted from the Healers den.

"Set up for me?" Stemstripe echoed.

"Oh please dear, I see the way you and Ponddrop look at each other. He's head over heels for you." Bitternlightning chuckled.

Stemstripe sighed. "Yes, he's nice. But I don't want you to talk like that. You've still got plenty of time. And so does Marshstalk."

"I suppose." Bitternlightning yawned. "We can talk more about this later. And we'll need to talk to Minkstar about this as well."

"Ok..." Stemstripe agreed.

"Surely Bitternlightning isn't that old..." Shinelight murmured to herself as she turned away and began walking back to the warriors den. She settled back into her nest, and was almost asleep when she felt a paw shake her gently.

"Psst, Shinelight." Garlicash's face was close to hers, startling her when she opened her eyes.

"Garlicash!?" She pulled away from him. "What is is?" She narrowed her eyes after her heart slowed a bit.

"Sorry to startle you. I just wanted to ask if Ponddrop was scared of spiders?" Garlicash blinked his eyes innocently.

Shinelight looked at him suspiciously. "Yes..why?"

"Just curious." Garlicash smiled. "Thanks!"

The next morning, Shinelight heard a shriek about spiders.

[eddiesbabe95]

We Just Don't Work Part 2

You get up from your bed. "I need to stop," you harshly tell yourself, glancing at your tear-stained cheeks in your vanity mirror. After you kissed him that day in the lake, Eddie was quick to shut down.

"We just don't work," he told you when you both got out of the water. You tried asking him what he meant but his kindness towards you turned to something you had never seen before.

"You don't get it y/n!" He yelled, causing you to jump. Eddie had never raised his voice at you before. You didn't know who this person was before you, and those loving, soft brown eyes had been replaced with dark, hardened eyes you had never seen before.

"We need time, I need time apart," he motions between the two of you and you swear you feel your air being ripped out of your lungs. "I can't do this, I am sorry, but I just can't," he says before grabbing his clothes and heading back to his van.

"Eddie, wait!" you scream, wanting to fix whatever mess you just caused. You don't understand what just happened. Your brain is swarming. When you kissed him, he kissed you back.

He gripped the back of your neck, his grip around your body tightening. Then, like something in him snapped, dropped your entire being into the water and took off towards shore.

It was as if you were a disease, and he couldn't bear the thought of catching you. And it fucking ruined you. You raced after him but were too slow, as he slipped into his van and left you there, stranded at lovers' lake.

And that was the last time you spoke to Eddie Munson, unsure what or why he did or said what he said. All you know is you were left with a broken heart, a broken heart that still loved him with every little piece....

Today, you were heading back to Hawkins. You knew it was going to be difficult. After being gone for 2 years, you felt like a stranger all over again. You've kept in touch with Robin and Steve, your old friends.

They knew you and Eddie hadn't spoken much since you had moved, but they didn't know the exact reasons behind it. You couldn't tell them that you basically fell in love with him, pressed him to kiss you and then lost him.

You didn't have much to move, everything fitting nicely in your Honda Civic's trunk and back seat. You managed to rent a one-bedroom apartment in downtown Hawkins, right next to your new job.

You were now the new bartender at the local pub, The Hideout. "You are going to kill it," Robin tried hyping you up, but it didn't help. As much as you knew bartending couldn't be that hard, you couldn't feel as though the past two years of going to college was wasted.

Your move was pretty easy and basic. You got settled rather quickly, Steve and Robin making sure your kitchen was already pre-loaded with groceries and everything else a girl could need to survive until her first paycheck hit.

And before you felt like you had a chance to breathe, it was your first night at work. The dress code was pretty simple. Something that showed your body off and sold alcohol.

You settled with a low-cut band tee that you had fixed to your own accords. The front of it had been cut into a low v, and the bottom completely torn, making it a crop top. You threw on your best black skinny jeans that hugged your curves perfectly and topped it with your favorite boots.

You let your blonde hair hang down, adding some loose curls, throwing on your eyeliner and mascara and topping your makeup with lip-gloss. You spritzed on your best perfume and headed out.

When you arrived at The Hideout, your boss was eager to show you the ropes. "It's all pretty simple and on the job learning." Kenny, the owner, was an older, nice guy. He wasn't what you expected when you applied.

He didn't make you feel uncomfortable and told you to tell him if any drunks hit on you or anything that you didn't like came your way and he or John, the local bouncer, would take care of it immediately.

"I think I've got it," you assure him. You get behind the bar and get busy. Within 15 minutes, people begin piling in. An hour flies by and you feel like you might actually have the hang of your job.

Kenny comes back behind the counter, gently grabbing your arm. "Hey, I forgot to mention, tonight might get a little more hectic than other nights. Its performance night. Every Tuesday and Thursdays, a local band plays and people come to watch them. If you need extra hands, just holler and I'll do my best," he says to you.

You just nod and get back to work. You look up and the stage and see the band equipment that wasn't there 20 minutes ago and wonder how you didn't see it being placed there to begin with.

You quickly get back to work, not too worried about the band and an older gentleman comes up to the bar. "Miss, can I get two beers please?" His voice scruffy.

You turn around and instantly recognize his face. "Wayne?" You say, giving him a warm smile. "Y/N?" His face warms when he realizes it you. "Well, I'll be damned, where have you been girlie?" He asks you, reaching for your hand. You take it, missing him and his dad like sweetness about him.

"College," you tell him, sure Eddie didn't mention what went down between the two of you. "I'm proud of you, hope you know that. Just wish you didn't up and forget about us Munson's. I know poor ole Eddie was a wreck without you. Never seen that boy so low when you left. Barely left his room for months."

You feel sick.

"But thankfully this here band got him a little more up and Atem." he points towards the stage.

You swallow. No.

No.

No.

No.

This can't be happening. This isn't happening.

"Wayne?" you ask him, stepping back from the bar looking towards the stage as Kenny comes out on stage to announce the band. "Yeah Darling?" Wayne says, looking a little confused but more worried.

"Whose band is playing tonight?" You ask him, already knowing the answer deep down, ready to make your run for the bathroom as soon as the name leaves Wayne's mouth.

You hear Wayne mutter something, but his voice is drowned out by Kenny's voice being blasted into the microphone.

"How is everyone tonight!!! Welcome to the Hideout and tonight we would love to bring onto the stage to perform their original hits, Corroded Coffin!"

You swallow hard, trying to conceal the vomit that is trying to sneak its way into your mouth. Maybe it isn't him. Maybe it's just a coincidence, you think.

But your nerves, and your stomach are twisted like a knife when the all too familiar brown curls walk onto the stage and the lights hit those once brown eyes just right.

You stop breathing. You swear time stops. You feel as though it's just you and him in the room and he takes the microphone. You can feel your heart pounding and you feel an anxiety attack coming on. You want to run to the bathroom, so no one sees you break.

You know if you dart now, he will surely see you. You don't know what to do. Your chest starts to get tight. You can see his lips moving but you can't hear anything. Suddenly, the one thing in the world you wanted to avoid for the rest of your life happens.

Eddie Munson looks directly at you.

[nick-keane]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, NICHOLAS KEANE! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like RICHARD MADDEN. You must be the THIRTY EIGHT year old BOUNCER at OASIS. Word is you’re DETERMINED but can also be a bit BRASH and your favorite song is GIVE ME LOVE by ED SHEERAN. I also heard you’ll be staying in FISHERS COVE. I’m sure you’ll love it! @aurorabayaesthetic tw: death

BASIC INFOFull Name: Nicholas Blair Keane Age: 38 Date of Birth: July 16, 1986 Birth Place: Kent, England Occupation: Bouncer at Oasis Night Club BIO ○ Originally born and raised in Kent, England, Nicholas had a relatively normal upbringing: a stern and stoic father, a loving mother, and a rambunctious younger brother who followed him wherever he went.

○ Nicholas always had a knack for getting into trouble as a schoolboy, preferring to settle issues with his fists rather than his words. In fairness, it was always in defense of others who might be getting picked on, or in response to someone talking smack about his friends. Loyal to a fault , it still landed Nicholas in more detentions than his mates.

○ After secondary school, Nicholas enrolled in the British Armed Forces. He knew he wasn't the academic or studious type. He served for five years, and he would never trade those years for anything. It was a challenge in many ways, of course, but it also brought him to places and gave him experiences a young man in his 20s would not have otherwise had. For the first time in his life, he saw the world as much larger than just little ol' Kent. Nicholas would have continued to serve had it not been for his mother falling ill. He left the Armed Forces and spent a year taking care of things at home before stepping out to figure his own way.

○ With his relatively unique experience and skills, Nicholas began working as a personal bodyguard in London. In his initial years, for events like concerts or one-off jobs for VIPs and politicians. It wasn't very fascinating to him but it was a job that paid - and he supposed anyone at his age was supposed to get a start to their career. Eventually he found a steady job being a bodyguard for a wealthy family.

○ He started as a staff bodyguard, usually around the home or accompanying work. After some years and making a good impression, he moved his way up to private detail. Being more involved and closer to the family, he learned that there were shady dealings and fishy business happening, which he wasn't too keen about. He wasn't intending on staying long. He was keen to go out and figure out what felt like such a missing piece in his life; rediscover some of the joy he had from being in the Army. Those plans completely changed when Nicholas met her.

○ [Mei Lian's wanted connection] Falling in love. He really hadn't intended on it. Never really thought about it, either; always pegged that sort of thing for everyone else but him after his few experiences with girlfriends as a teen. But he did, and with the boss's married daughter, no less.

○ Nicholas's mother fell ill again, and he was needed back home. He saw it as an opportunity to run away with Mei Lian, and he asked her to come with - but to his heartbreak, she declined. Nicholas returned to Kent by himself. Unfortunately, Nicholas's mother succumbed to her illness this time and passed away.

○ With too much baggage and sadness surrounding Kent and London, Nicholas opted to leave and visit USA. He remembered a beautiful coastal town that Mei Lian spoke of when they used to dream of living a life together. For the past four years or so, he has lived in a mix of places, working similar but odd jobs just to allow him to continue to travel through the country and find this town - hoping to figure out where home was along the way. Some short months ago, Nicholas finally found himself in Aurora Bay...

TRAITS + Determined, Loyal, Courageous - Brash, Reckless, Astray