#the feeling when youre wearing ur dead boss's jacket

[aultaine]

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[jiminrings]

honestly i could talk w band!hobi abt numbers all day, like i wouldn't even mind. what are ur thoughts on 27 hobi? i think they a bad bitch. also UM might i request a drabble abt like a film major! yn (that is very enthusiastic abt films and the aesthetics + cinematography and whatnot) w like,,, a theatre kid?? any of ot7 works fine and it's all good if u can't or don't want to! thankyouu 💜

muse of mine

pairing: namjoon x y/n

wordcount: 4k

glimpse: namjoon’s always been a little sensitive to feedback whether it’s positive or negative, y/n’s an endearing type of talker, and smuggled snacks to the theater haven’t ever tasted this sweet :D // gif from pinterest!

notes: i kinda switched it up a lil bit and made them more established in their respective fields bc my mind went berserk on this concept!!! also this is mayhaps my oNLY piece that’s just pure fluff

“27? The number? Hmm. That sounds... sexy.” - band!hobi

this been’s bugging you for the past half hour

this whole experience feels oddly familiar

you’ve been in this theater for half an hour so far to watch this play!!

lmao ur gonna admit RIGHT off the bat that theatre’s definitely not it for you

your slight unfondness for it is deeply-rooted back to university and for four years, you’ve consistently taken dumps on theatre kids even if it’s under your breath

alright it’s possible that you don’t hATE the actual people ( only some of them ;D ) themselves but rather this whole type of cockiness and the “i’m a direct descendant of shakespeare himself. trust me bro. on god” energy that they always seem to exhude

but realistically, maybe this deep-rooted hate stemmed from seokjin

he was the guy you’d share the exact same elective class with him for two straight whole semesters and you’ve been seatmates from time to time

homie took foreign language as an elective?????

the language is korean?????????????????

“wait b-but i — aren’t you — n-no but i really???”

that’s what you first sputtered to him in realization when he took his seat beside you

the two of you have only ever shown each other notes bc the other was dozing off and the occasional sharing of gummy bears that’s already pre-opened to not make any noise

but for some reason, it’s only dawned in you why seokjin’s a god in this class and he answers your questions without even looking at his notes by hALFWAY through the whole semester of foreign language

one day, u are gonna find a way to bodyslam yourself and never recover from it ever again

“mhmm. don’t sweat it, sweetheart. i personally think it’s very don quixote of me to y’know, take something as impractical and amusing as this.”

you snort at his choice of words because honestly!! you barely remember don quixote and jin’s use of it as an adjective jigs up a refresher course on your brain

who was he again?? 

was he the donkey

.. or are you thinking about shrek again because of your film analysis

you sWEAR there was a donkey in that story

it’s good fun to talk with jin even if he keeps sliding bourgeoisie words here and there and you’re a lil confused with all these references that he makes but that’s okay !!!

atleast even him saying it in a long-winded way that he was like someone from the merchant of somewhere, you know now that he pretty-pleased and charmed his way to the registrar for him to take korean as an elective

...

two weeks later, jin sits next to you in class 

in ACTUAL non-elective, non-native language he already speaks class

now that you’re squinting a bit more, jin does look a little uh?? different

his hair that was once a hybrid of lavender and peach and pink and then blonde was now wholly black and it’s probably his original hair color because it matches with those eyebrows of his!!!

his combo of a black bomber jacket with a silk button-up underneath honestly SLAPS and it makes you forget how he used to exclusively wear only knitted shirts and argyle-patterned cardigans

you have ur jaw dropped because you totally would’ve fallen for seokjin jAW-FIRST 

— if only he didn’t strike you as the brother type when he smacked the back of your head because you were falling asleep on class again and uhhh you mUst be forgetting that the two of you were sitting in front

you had no time to reevaluate whether you should develop a crush for him or not 

he’s immediately slapping his hands on his knees, looking at you so intensely before pointing a finger at you with so much conviction, and then scoffing to himself

“switched majors to film. theatre was gonna be the death of me!!! y/n, if you even think about trying to switch to that cheap, amazon-ordered quill and tanning lights for stage lighting major, you’re absolutely dEAD to me-”

you’ve never had a conversation this striking nor long with jin but you genuinely have no complaints at all

seokjin talks pure shit about theatre and theatre junkies and everything in between for the WHOLE day 

trails beside you for every single class you had, which was convenient because he can then sweet-talk his way again (if anybody even dared to question him) that he’s just newly-switched 

sat with you for lunch and him not eating because he just needS to tell you all about it and you trying not to choke on your pasta as you try to reply to him

followed you back hOME and decided to crash the night there

yeah, that. your unfondness for theatre’s rooted on that one

uh-huh safe to say that you’ve become best friends with jin ever since that day

you’re a sponge for your friends and jin’s the closest one you have, so it was only natural that you soak up his distastes and whatnot

not to brag but aha :D

you add salt to the water while you boil pasta so u may be a little bit of a masterchef or somewhat, no big deal :D

he’s absorbed your fascination for all kinds of lights and fixtures that he has about seven different nightlights in the form of squishies or neon and everything else on his bedside table, in which he turns all of them on at night

fun fact: he’s capable of sleeping in the dark

jin’s the whole reason for your stance on this

he’s adamant about his points and you’ve graduated uni four years ago!!!

which is why you DON’T get why jin would give you a scented black envelope, with “don’t come to this” scribbled in gold at the front, carrying a single ticket to this play with a sticky note saying “don’t watch this at 7 pm, wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes, sitting at the ninth row from the back and two seats from your right.”

because of course!! what the hell did he expect you to do? NOT come to this play at 7 pm wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes then sitting at the ninth row from the back, two seats from the right???

OF COURSE YOU WOULD

your goal in life is to do exactly the opposite of what jin tells you. there’s literally nothing else in life you’d want to fulfill

he’s made it quite easy for you to spite him and although you wouldn’t admit it.,,.,., you may be a little petty ok

he’s the even bigger goof out of the two of you and you can never have the final say!! it’s always him and his wit and yOU being the dunce

it’s a lil sus that jin’s basically ASKING for it with his instructions but whatever

whatever it is, this is finally your chance to enact the final say and you’re gonna pull ALL the stops

all you know about theater-goers is that they dress fancy and wear these mini binoculars and that’s about it

there’s not even one film you know that you see anyone in the audience wearing a worn-in cardigan or even a puffer jacket even if the theater’s mad cold

all the people bring are scarves and shawls???? thee thinnest version of a blanket that won’t warm them up against the frigid airconditioning

that whole dress code sounds ridiculous!!! great please ring out this thousand-dollar dress im gonna wear to the theater thank u

you’re a little worried that you’re not gonna blend into the crowd, but after some digging about the invitation, formal wear is most definitely recommended

it’s an exclusive invite-only play which would be later released to the general public later on so yeah the situation dOES call for a gown thank u very much

also how could you forget that jin explicitly told you not to wear this type of attire

if you’re being humble right now, which you always normally are, even if that jUST sounded boastful talking about how you’re humble all the time —

you do look pretty breath-taking :-)

even when the doors weren’t opened and everyone’s just collectively loitering outside the hall, you’d feel glances at you

the sweet security guard did a double-take at you and mumbled a “very very nice evening to you, miss :D” instead of his normal “enjoy the show!” to the other patrons before you

you’re gonna soak all the silent compliments up and try to remember all of them before writing them on your journal later hee-hee

your midnight blue satin dress that’s floor-length and off-shoulder is dEFINITELY in your favor :D

your dress still glimmers even if the spotlight isn’t on you and you wish you weren’t shy to ask a random stranger to take a picture of you

going on self-timer isn’t ideal either when there’s like a hundred other people in the room

they probably wouldn’t even care if you took a picture of yourself!!! but in your head they probably think that you’re laughable so you’d rather not.. do that

the theater’s dark as hell if that wasn’t established

it is literally pitch black in the room and the ushers at each row holding the flashlights that are meant to guide the patrons aren’t exactly helpful

big kudos to them though,, must take a lot of self-control to not wave their lights like it was a rave :D

a flashlight tHAT bright?? whew pls is this what ships feel in the night

the last time you were in a rave, your thirty minutes of fun was cut short when seokjin immediately got hammered and wouldn’t stop throwing a fit if you didn’t drive him home that instant

his energy seemed to compelling everyone that he’s managed to somehow suck the energy out of a WHOLE rave so you took him home for everyone’s enjoyment :(((( except yours apparently

you’re trying hard to focus on the play that’s happening because for the past twenty minutes, all you’ve done is zone out randomly with ideas all of a sudden 

you NEED to listen

....

uh-huh...

UH-HUH......

wait this is actually.. good

you find plays hard to follow and absolutely boring when you don’t immerse yourself in a run-down PRIOR to watching it in order to get

it’s the same analogy as reading the plot of a movie on wikipedia before watching the movie at the cinema.... absolutely useless

it sucks out the fun from something you weren’t supposed to know

watching plays is two hours of you being confused, going home to read the plot and only understand it by tHEN, and never coming to the theater again because you’d waste your money.... watching something cluelessly in the theater..... for a plot you’d grasp at home

but no

because this one

actually this one that you’re watching...

it’s not bad

it’s nice, actually.

within two minutes, you managed to grasp that it’s a story about a never-ending spring between these two lovers

there’s something about the whole setting of it actually that just sucks you in

in some plays, the outfits would seem so forced even in the given context that it reminds you of uh a particular superhero movie

and yes ur aware that stage makeup has to be enhanced so that people all the way to the back row would see

but there’s just something in this scene that’s laid out right-now that actually gets you in awe

it’s of the couple in the back of their pick-up truck and everything about it seems so natural

the background straight up looks like what it’d be if you were to go outside

the guy’s arm around her shoulder seems so natural and in nature that it doesn’t feel like a random cue in the script

the girl twinkles and it doesn’t even feel like a forced type of laugh you’d cue in attempt to warm the audience’s hearts

it’s of a plot where the the guy eventually falls out of love with the girl, while girl gets even more smitten with the guy at the same time

it’s what you take from the past ten minutes that you watch in dead silence, and you don’t even remember in the back of your head that you’re supposed to hate plays

“no way.”

you mumble in disbelief under your breath, head shaking profusely

is your mind playing tricks on you???

you’ve got too used to seokjin sitting beside you that you immediately turn to your right, whispering out your concerns 

“is it just me or is she wearing a different shade of pink?”

you don’t even buffer for one second when you ask the stranger beside you

you’re so concerned that you’re looking at him intently while waiting for his answer that could either console or despair you, a random theater-goer that’s too noisy with her questions for her own good

it’s absolutely dARK as fuck in the theater but after awhile your eyes adjusted slightly

and the first thing you look at after the stage is him

him as in the dude in your right that you just asked all of a sudden

you could only see his silhouette and the faintest features of his face along with his well-dressed suit but god

... you are totally not lying if you say that even the barest silhouette of him doesn’t look handsome

you’re expecting him to tell you off for being so noisy but instead, he’s the one who takes you by surprise

“how did you notice that?” 

:O

“oh my god!” you exclaim almost too loudly that you yourself even jolts, the guy even making you duck with him slightly for a brief second, “im sO sorry!! am i accidentally spoiling it out for you?”

the guy blinks twice, lips slightly parted before shaking his head no

“no, no... this is the first screening — i mean uh, how would you know that?”

oh boy

you’re adjusting yourself on your seat, bum now warm as you try to explain and not be nervous because what if you just made a wrong assumption about this play and you’re sitting next to a goddamn tHEATRE BUFF???

“well i —uh, uhm what’s your name?” you’re flustered and the FIRST thing you ask is what was his name.,.,,

he seems equally as flustered before he adjusts his glasses, “o-oh uhm i’m namjoon...?”

alright! handsome guy is namjoon!

“you see, namjoon — okay it might just be in my head, but i tHINK it looks deeper with the light somehow. but uh...? the spotlight’s not following her and — is it just me or without the light, her sweater looks brown?”

you’re squinting and if u squint even more, maybe your contacts would just crumple by then

hold on a second

“brown, like — oh my gOD LIKE-”

namjoon puts a hand over his mouth before you could even gasp, hand reaching out for your forearm even before you manage to grasp his shoulder to take it in realization

was it under your nose the whole time??

“... fall.”

:D

holy fucking shit

namjoon looks positively euphoric looking at your face of realization, his once-heavy chest about the whole scene becoming completely devoid of weight

“exactly!!”

his confirmation makes you inwardly squeal, grinning as you point at him and the stage back and forth

“i think this is the first play i’ve become ever interested in watching.”

okay what now

his ears perk up at that, your first sentence that you’ve said after your pink sweater that looks like spring also looks brown like fall in certain scene because of the lighting realization

“it is?”

he takes the chance to look at you as best as he could, trying to play his squinting as cool as he can

namjoon’s far sighted and the glasses he’s wearing are nOT up to date with his current grade bc he’s pretty sure his eyesight’s worsened the past month

he can’t make you out wholly, but he does know that you’re pretty

his eyes don’t linger on you because of the snacks you’re fishing from your purse while you talk that are absolutely illegal in this theater house lmao

but instead, his gaze lingers on you because you’re so pretty

the minimal light that’s bouncing off the stage is enough for him to see a faint outline of your features, highlighting your smiles just right and your dress to glint underneath

“mhmm. i actually hate plays,” suddenly, you’re not scared if namjoon happens to be some sort of theatre buff and you’re offending him because honestly, you feel at ease. “crunch?” you’re holding out the mini bar of chocolate out to him, one he politely declines to because his eyes are bulging out the next second

“you do????”

his genuine reaction indulges you, making you grin ultimately that you put off eating snacks for now to focus on him

“yeah! this is my hate outfit :D”

namjoon giggles as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard

you automatically scoot closer because this time, it’s yOUR turn to shush him

this is totally for just the reason of talking more discreetly and not distracting anyone and is totally not an excuse to be closer to the next guy and touch shoulders with him then get a whiff of cologne because it’s rare for a guy to be handsome and aLSO smell good

your eyes get used to the darkness and eventually, you could make out features of namjoon beside you

he has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen

and the way he looks at you makes you feel safe and even your height difference is visible with how probably lonG his torso is compared to yours, his gaze doesn’t make you feel small

namjoon’s still (unsurprisingly) far-sighted and ur so close that he’s a lil cross-eyed 

fuck it he’s gonna go to ophthalmologist FIRST thing in the morning tomorrow

“then why are you here?”

“my friend seokjin,” you lean back upon realizing the original reason why you’re here, the situation being so ironic that you puff out a smile

your friend’s named seokjin?

cool :D kim seokjin is namjoon’s of his favorite directors eVER!!

second best for him actually though.,., no one could quite compare to his first

your explanation makes him cackle several times, a swell of pride recounting why you hate (it’ll be past tense probably after this one) theatre 

“what about you?”

you turn the question to him, making his dimples disappear effectively that you think you’ve just spooked him

“i uh, well i always wanted to see a story that went like this, so i’m here.”

“you’re a critic? oh god. please don’t tell me you heard all my mumbles.”

no this is even WORSE

namjoon’s not a theatre buff

HE’S A CRITIC????????????

god im coming up

“don’t worry, i also think that the drapings must probably be dirty.”

he breaks out into a smile recounting how you were talking to yourself earlier, a snort escaping him involuntarily 

“RIGHT??? it’s like how do you even clean them?? do they fit in washing machines or-”

my god he’s such a nice guy!!!

in fact, he’s everything you want in a guy

you’ve went through atleast twelve facets of emotions for the past hour and you’re not even dating!!!!!!!

“my thoughts exactly!! and if it’s by hand, how do you even scrub the entirety of it?? or wring the water out??”

namjoon KNOWS exactly what’s up :’)

“is there even a clothesline that’d bEAR the weight??”

the two of you are so happy that you just look at each other laughing, a moment in time before namjoon nudges you to lean back because the ending’s happening

you don’t even question him how he’d know that it’s the ending and not just another opening to a new scene, just listening to him

you’re so happy

the play made you happy but namjoon made you even happier :-)

“if you are a critic, you should probably open up your review with this chatty play-hating girl beside you, then at the end, close it off with how she loves it.”

it’s the parting conversation as you realize and holy fuck you are nOT ready for it

you r gonna drag this out for as long as you could <3

......

and namjoon wants in too <3

“noted. if i was a playwright, i’d even make you the lead. which detail should i include? offering me wrapper-covered rice crispy snacks, or asking how you’d watch it while going thru the bathroom?”

this feels so natural

as natural as the couple in the play you’ve just finished watching :))

“you’re hilarious,” you’re not even the slightest bit annoyed and your restrained smile tells him all about it

yea you may have brought in snacks illegally but you aRE gathering your trash up as you’re a decent human being

namjoon wishes you’d pick up after yourself slowly, standing up from his seat as he has the plan of picking up trash that isn’t even his

“what name should i put then?”

you’re silent and oh god he thinks you found his company stupid and would definitely not give him your name

you’re not ignoring him though!!!

his words are still stuck in your head, realizing it lately with his “which detail should i include?”

“me wanting to turn this into a film, actually.”

you test the words out on your tongue, nodding to yourself after a few seconds that you seem so sure of it

“yeah. i wanna make it into a film.”

the lights turn on after being dim for so long, namjoon’s eyes going wide trying to digest what you’ve just said

“w-what?

.....

no fucking way

HOLY FUCKING SHIT SWFRWFBWRHGBRBVWRV SWBHJSDB SHJAVBHGJDS BWHRGHBSVWBGRH

namjoon’s malfunctioning as he’s looking at you from eye to eye, bottom lip trembling while he’s so keen at pointing at you

“y-you’re miss y/n!!”

....

right

oH RIGHT

he’s a fan of yours??

namjoon’s fanning his face because he’s about to literally burst into tears

how could he nOT???

how could he not be emotional when all along, he’s been talking to his number one favorite director????

you and your films are the absolute gems of his life namjoon’s not even kidding

your films were world-renowned for being so natural and sentimental without loading too much into it!!!! you’re known for being so humble through the multiple back-to-back awards and praise you get!!!! 

he cannot calm the fUCK down when you’re rubbing circles on his back

“you w-want to turn my play into a film?”

oh my gOD

you’re fumbling for the envelope and it’s only nOW that you realize that it’s not from seokjin in the first place

spring day a play by kim namjoon an invite for director y/n y/l/n

“it’s you!!!!”

“no it’s YOU!!”

jin’s plan worked alright :D

he’s just FOUR rows behind you lmao

it was just two weeks ago when yoongi, the executive producer of his film that he was directing, let it slip that he was co-financing a play

he met yoongi some semesters later after he became close with you, and he’s aLSO converted yoongi into hating theatre then he fit right in to your little posse of theatre kid-hating film students

that gave jin the laugh of his laugh and yoongi was not joking at all

“no, no. i’m telling you man. it’s different! i even have the script that i’ll let you read.”

and holy shit it IS different

if you see a couple tears on the last seven pages of yoongi’s copy of spring day’s script then mind yo oWN fucking business

then two weeks later, here he is :D

jin managed to also convert you to love theatre even IF it is namjoon’s play that did all the work

( also coincidentally found you a future boyfriend because he’s tired of seeing you alone and the closest you’d get to having someone is projecting your yearning into writing the scripts for the films you’d make )

he’s also secretly co-financed the whole play along with yoongi and he’ll drop that bomb later on lmao

“and that must mean i looked like a total FOOL beside you oh my god im so sorry!!”

namjoon panics at that, about to cry when another realization hits him when he’s about to put his head on his hands

“then that means the friend who gave you the ticket was-”

SEOKJIN VBFHSBVHSFBVSFHDVBSJFV SFJVJSFVSJVSSV SSV V FS FSV SFBVRBVRSVSWVGU

he cries to your shoulder and you never expected to be hugging and consoling someone you’ve just met two hours ago, a more than fond smile on your face he takes advantage of when he sneaks in the chance to ask you

“do you mean that?”

“now why would i lie to the playwright who’s been listening to me talk shit, then theorizing, then crying for the past hour?”

it’s true though

namjoon’s seen it all

he’s still handsome as ever even when he sniffles, his dimples on display when you return his question

“now did you mean it? writing me into your play?”

why are you even ASKING

:D

he’s the biggest fan of u

namjoon’s made notes of your work, dedicated scripts to your movies, and he’s thinking about how it’s not yet hitting you how your whole epiphany about the pink sweater turning brown on his play,,, was entirely inspired from you and your affinity for lighting in your films

he thinks it’s still a little early to kiss you on the cheek even if you’ve already hugged, instead settling on pinching your cheek with satisfaction present in all corners

“you’ve always been my muse.”

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[wooyounghwa]

eye contact . song mingi

description: you lose your job. it’s pouring rain. mingi makes you feel better <3

warnings: smut, cheating, oral (f+m receiving)

words: 4.1k

note: this is my first smut in a long time so it’s ehh and i didn’t expect to post anything like this on this account!! pls give me ur feedback

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“so, we have to let you go.”

your lower lip threatened to tremble, so you pressed it against your top one before nodding and looking up at your boss from your seat.

 the company you’d been working for for years was losing money fast, so they had to lay off a lot of workers, but you didn’t think you’d be one of them.

it was obvious your boss was getting a little bit upset too, it most likely wasn’t his decision, but you weren’t gonna let any of these people see you cry.

you nodded a few times to internally reassure yourself while the two of you sat in silence, picking yourself up out of the chair across from his desk and exiting out of his office, making a point to not make eye contact with him… and that was it.

 after you’d cleared out your locker and grabbed your purse, you were standing out at the front area of your job, staring into the pouring rain with tears starting to well in your eyes.

of course it was raining.

with a sigh you pulled your phone out of your pocket and tapped the screen until you got to your boyfriend’s contact, putting it up to your ear and listening to it ring.

the two of you had been dating for about as long as you’d had this job, and usually you’d take a cab home or just walk if you felt like it, but you didn’t feel like waiting in the rain, and your shared apartment was only a few blocks away so it wouldn’t take long for him to come get you.

but when it went to voicemail, you sighed, pulling your purse to the front of your body to check how much cash you had- you’d left your wallet with your card in it at home.

 before you could see what was clearly nothing in your purse and sniff away what had been the rest of your tears- a voice broke through the pattering of the rain on the small roof above you, and you flinched, twisting around to see your coworker, or, ex-coworker now, song mingi, looking at you and waiting for a response.

 “sorry?” you said quietly.

 he gave you a nervous smile, speaking again to repeat what you hadn’t heard before. ”ah- i was wondering if you needed a ride.”

 your brows lifted slightly, scanning his face for a moment before zipping your purse closed and turning fully toward him after a second. ”if you wouldn’t mind.. that’d be great actually. mine and my boyfriend’s apartment is right down the street.” you gestured to the left of your old job.

 it wasn’t like mingi was a complete stranger, you saw him occasionally in the office and sometimes he’d email you about issues hr had asked about, but that was it. you’d given his friend, san, a ride home before, and been to a few after work parties, so maybe this was him trying to make up for his friend.

 “yeah- i don’t mind.”

he smiled at you, his eyes disappearing into an eye smile.

cute..

you blinked away the thought and nodded, giving a similar smile before he slipped off his jacket and handed it to you.

“what’s this?” your voice was soft but he heard it,

“so you don’t get wet, i’m gonna go get my car and pull it to the curb right there.”

before you could say anything he went back inside, to go to the car garage through the inside you assumed, so you slowly closed your mouth that had parted open when he started talking.

 a few minutes and a smallish black car pulled to the sidewalk, facing the way toward your house on the road and a relief flushed over you. you didn’t know why you weren’t sure if mingi would actually do this or not, he did leave you his jacket after all.

pulling the jacket above your head, you jogged toward the car and heard the raindrops hit the material, feeling the slickness of the pavement against your feet.

you barely heard the door unlock and you pulled the handle before falling into the seat, laughing a bit, even after what just happened.

you slammed the door shut and the silence compared to the rain outside was nice.

mingi started driving in the direction of your apartment, glancing at you.

 “if you wanna keep the jacket until another time you can, so you don’t get wet. i’ll just come get it another day.”

 you bit your lip looking down at it, shaking your head slightly.

“i don’t know if my boyfriend will like that, he would freak out if he even knew you were driving me home, even though it’s like a 5 minute drive.” you stopped yourself and pointed toward a corner. “turn right here and keep going straight.”

 he did as you said and you noted to yourself he was a good driver, even though he was young. you kept that to yourself though as he spoke,

“he’s your boyfriend, not your dad.”

 it came out jokingly, but you could hear the seriousness behind it.

in truth, he was right. you knew you shouldn’t let him tell you what and who you could and couldn’t do, wear, talk about, talk to.. but you’d been with him for so long it just seemed normal now.

 you shrugged and snuck another glance at mingi’s side profile, staring a bit too long, because he peered over at you before looking back at the road.

“are we close?”

 you snapped back into real life, the rumble of the car beneath you, seeing the rain drops hit the windshield before being wiped away a moment later.

 “yeah, almost there.” your response was a breathy chuckle, almost. maybe you were kidding yourself.

 a minute passed and you pointed to the left, toward your apartment.

“right there. it’s the one with the yellow roof.”

 he pulled onto the opposite side of the road, letting the car that was behind his pass.

“do you need anything else? like money, l-”

 you cut him off and shook your head, reaching for the door handle. ”no, i’m okay. thanks though, mingi.” you glanced back at him for what you thought would be the last time that night. ”goodnight.”

 you stepped out of the car and let the jacket he’d lent you fall into the passenger seat, closing the door before the inside of his car could get too wet.

 as you crossed the street and started noticing your surroundings, your heart started racing faster.

there was another car outside of your apartment? a few months ago you would have thought nothing of it, but you’d gotten into a small accident and your car was towed and the towing company wouldn’t let you have it back until you could pay for it.

 you felt bad making your boyfriend drive you to work and pick you up, but it was the least he could do, you bought the groceries and paid for everything utility-wise.

 this car didn’t look like yours, you’d never seen it before.

you heard the sound of mingi’s car backing up, the water that was starting to build up on the street sloshing under his tires, your street was a dead end so had to back up and turn around to head to where he lived, you knew that from the time you’d gone to his house- but that was an after work party and you’d only known san back then.

 you stuck your key in the lock and it turned smoothly, meaning it had been unlocked before you stuck it in, and your heart sunk to your stomach.

 walking in, you immediately heard wails coming from the back of your apartment, and you felt your face heat up- with anger, embarrassment, sadness, a mix of everything.

 seriously. seriously?

 your feet felt like bricks as you quickly walked to the bedroom you’d been sharing with seonghwa for 2 years now, and you didn’t even have to open the door to see them, as you could see through the crack from down the hallway.

 lots of ways to handle the situation ran through your head, and your hand lingered above the doorknob, closing your eyes so you didn’t have to look for longer than you wanted.

 and then you decided. you pulled your hand away from the door and turned right around, walking down the hallway and out the front door, making sure to grab your wallet with your card in it, leaving everything exactly how it was before.

 you walked down the stairs, seeing mingi’s car now facing in the right direction but still stopped. he was looking down at his phone, his face being lit up brightly by the screen. a lot of courage was gathered before stepping to his car in the middle of the street and knocking on the window; the sudden sound made the tall boy jump.

 mingi leaned forward to look up through the window, widening his eyes when he realized it was you standing in the rain, and unlocked the door.

 he twisted to put his phone in his opposite pants’ pocket while you got in, but when he turned to face you after you closed the car door, you grabbed his face in your hands and smashed your lips against his, the kiss being rough, teeth clashing together.

he didn’t move for a few seconds while you kissed him, but he slowly pushed you away by your shoulder softly with 2 of his fingers.

“w-”

 “don’t say anything. it’s over between me and him. and i want you right now.”

 mingi blinked, looking over your features, his gaze lingering on your lips, and leaned in again, this time much softer than your forceful kiss just seconds earlier, and he moved the hand he’d pushed you away with up to slink around your neck to your nape, pulling your face closer.

 after swiping your tongue across his lower lip, he pulled away and licked his lips while putting his car into drive.

“well if you want me now, it’s not gonna happen in my car in the middle of the road. give me 5 minutes.”

 you couldn’t help but to snort at his face and lust-deepened voice- now raspy and filled with need. he drove slightly faster than he did on the way here, and you understood the motivation, smiling to yourself, slightly glad you didn’t have to look away from him now like you did before.

 mingi was focused on getting to his house as fast as possible, but you had other plans. your hand snuck to his thigh, squeezing the muscle of it, making him tense against your hand. he said nothing, so you moved to the center of his jeans, palming his now half-hard member.

“i haven’t even done anything, mingi.” your voice was playful, you saw his jaw tense. ”it’s hard for me to not be hard when someone like you kisses me out of nowhere and basically tells me she wants to fuck me where i stand.”

you laughed softly, letting your finger trace over the head of his member through his pants, liking the way he slowly churned in his seat.

 after a few more moments of painful wanting and a few more turns down streets, he pulled to the side of the road, parking his car and turning to look at you, legs still spread against the seat and your hand still on his crotch.

all this staring was making you impatient. you reached with your other hand, undoing his belt.

”woah, what-”

mingi started, but was cut off when the softness of your hand slid down, grazing the soft hairs and wrapped around his bare length, he gasped, that being the only sound in the silence of his car.

he let you stroke him a few times before pulling your hand away, opening the door of his car and zipping his pants, practically running to your side after shutting his door.

 you laughed at his giddy-ness, feeling the rush you hadn’t felt in a long, long time as you watched him circle the car.

he opened your door and leaned down, one hand on the doorframe and another ghosting on your knee, looking like he was glad he could touch you for the first time.

“coming?” his voice was as deep as before, and you felt a chill run down your body, letting your hand snake around his wrist.

“yep.”

he pulled you up and closed the door, his hand immediately running over your side, face starting to lean down to yours and you pushed him back jokingly,

“can’t wait until we’re inside?”

he smiled with his eyes for the 2nd time that night and your heart fluttered with no restriction.

 mingi led you up the steps and into the apartment, but before he turned the lights on to the living room you were pushed back against the door, feeling soft lips sucking on the skin of your neck.

your hands went to his dyed red hair and you sighed into his ear, letting his hands run up and down your body, squeezing the soft parts and pulling you against his hard on.

“mingi..” the name was a breath into his ear.

 he kissed up your jawline in response, leaving sloppy kisses across your cheek before getting to your lips and pulling your bottom one between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth.

you kissed him back with fever, tongue swirling around his and pulling his hair between your fingers.

mingi moaned and pulled you away from the door, turning and making your behind hit what you assumed was his couch.

his hands lifted you up slightly to sit on the arm of it, his hand sliding around from your ass to go into the front of your pants. you gasped at the sudden contact of his finger with your clothed slit, the tip of his finger pooling into the wetness through your panties. ”so wet for me.”

his voice was growled into your ear and you nodded, lashes fluttering at the feelings.

“just for you baby.”

he ground himself against you after moving his hand to your breast, squeezing it roughly, and you moaned softly into his shirt, hands wrapped around his shoulders. mingi lifted your head to look up at him and kissed you again, a bit softer this time.

 he reached under you and cupped his hands beneath your ass, lifting you against him this time and you wrapped your legs around his hips almost automatically- as if the two of you had been doing this for forever.

he carried you to where you assumed his room was, and leaned you back slowly against the bed, leaving kisses against your collarbone and neck.

a second passed and mingi had pulled his shirt above his head, looking down at you with a lust clouded gaze, lips parted and wet. he moved back down to your torso, lifting the bottom of it and pressing sloppy kisses against your hips and stomach.

you tangled your fingers through his hair and watched him with a moan, the knot in your stomach beginning to get tighter and tighter the lower he got.

 mingi looked up at you from under hooded eyes, silently asking for your head nod, before he wrapped his index fingers around the loops in your work pants and pulled down, the fabric moving down your legs along with his kisses.

once he pulled them past your feet and slung them a random direction, he got to work and moved between your legs, lifting your thighs and pulling you down to the end of the bed. you squeaked and laughed when he did, but you were suddenly silenced when his lips met your clit through your panties.

he kissed you through the fabric for a few seconds, before pulling them to the side and sliding a long finger into you, tongue sliding up and down your soaked entrance before swirling around your clit.

 you began to see stars when he pumped his finger in and out of you, lips closing around your sensitive bud, tongue pushing against it to make you feel good. you lifted your hips when he hit a certain spot on your clit, but he used his free hand to hold you down, pumping faster with his long finger, curling it and sucking the slick from your heat, tongue then flicking across your clit.

you jerked up your hips with the flicking, letting your first orgasm take over your body, your legs shaking slightly as you watched him pull away and pull down your panties completely.

 mingi pulled your shirt above your head in return, and threw it in the same general direction that your pants went, his hands fluttering over your breasts before leaving butterfly kisses on each of them.

you smiled up at him, and a hint of a smile played on his features before he unzipped his pants as they’d been before in the car.

he stood in front of you as you sat on the end of the bed, and you pulled his pants and boxers down for him, his fully hard length slapping against his stomach. he let a sigh out and his head fell backwards as you licked his precum off the angry tip, letting you do your work of running a thumb up the vein running along the side of his cock and putting his length into your warm, wet mouth that seemed to be just for him- he fit perfectly.

 you swirled your tongue around the tip and he moaned, fingers slipping into your hair, before pulling your head back, a string of spit and precum between your mouth and his cock.

“okay, okay, actually.. i wanna fuck you before i cum, baby.”

 you smiled and pulled away, licking your lips and scooting yourself back by your elbows, up to where his pillows were. he crawled up toward you and smiled, the contrast between that and his large member and toned body was insane. he turned to his end table next to his bed before he got to you, hand on the handle to open the drawer, but you stopped him.

 “you don’t have to use protection. i’m on the pill.. been on it for two years.” your chest stung, but it only lasted a moment until you made eye contact with mingi, he nodded and his eyes sparkled when they looked at you.

you held your arms out for him to fit between and he did, sliding perfectly between your legs, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and breathing you in.

 “you smell so good, baby. i’m gonna make you feel so good.”

the words sent a chill through you and you nodded eagerly, tensing slightly as you felt the bare tip of his length against your wet folds.

“just relax.” he pressed a kiss against your jaw and you tried to listen, but you’d never taken anyone who was quite his size. you wrapped your legs around his hips as he pressed his tip into you, moving himself into your heat slowly, you felt yourself stretch around him and moaned into his ear softly, biting the lobe and making him grunt in response, his biceps tensing on either side of your head.

 the sound of you taking him was wet as he started pumping slowly into you, your body adjusted to his length each time he pushed back in.

“oh fuck, you’re so tight. he wasn’t fucking you like this, was he, baby?” mingi breathed out the words into your hair as his hips snapped against yours. the quickness of his thrusts made you lose your breath and your vision go white. ”was he?” he voice got impossibly more deep.

 “n-no he wasn’t-” a particularly aggressive thrust made you gasp loudly, you brought your hand down mingi’s back, your nails leaving red marks.

 “fuck, you take me so well.. ever since san’s party i wanted to fuck you like this-” he hissed as you clenched around him, but kept whispering the words into the shell of your ear. “you wore that tight little skirt, i walked in the kitchen and saw you reaching for something and it was riding up your ass- that tight little ass,” he seemed to realize something and pulled out, making you whine in response, his words and energy leaving you breathless.

mingi flipped you over by your hips, pulling your legs toward him to press your ass against his solid length. he ran a hand up your back, chills following his warm touch until he got to your hair, pulling your head back to look at him as he slipped himself back into you.

his length went in much easier this time, but you still felt the stretch as his tip reached further inside of your heat.

“i loved seeing this ass at work, whatever you were wearing- always looked so good,” mingi grunted as he snapped his hips into yours from behind.

 “you can fuck me as much as you want now.” at your words mingi’s hips stuttered a bit and he fell forward, catching himself with an arm beside your body. he slipped his hand between your legs and used his middle finger to rub at your clit, making your thighs shake while he continued to ram into you.

 “i’m gonna fuck you so good for as long as you let me, princess.” he bit your shoulder as his hips started to stutter more, you felt his shaky breath on the back of your neck.

 as his movements sped up for his last thrusts, your legs began to shake more, the pressure of his finger against you and his tip hitting the right spot over and over sending you over the edge.

you gasped and let out a moan, putting your face into his soft pillow.

mingi groaned and pushed into you one, two more times before stopping while pressed into you. he let out a pained moan, his breath hitching as his thighs jerked, you felt his cum paint your insides, filling you up deliciously.

“fuck, fuck-” he gasped out, putting his now sweaty forehead against your shoulder, riding out his orgasm while he was inside of you.

 after a few moments mingi pulled out of you, looking at you from behind, feeling kinda proud of himself at the way you were still laying on your stomach now, his seed spilling out of you.

 he left the bed for a few seconds, coming back to wipe your entrance with one warm, wet towel, and helping you flip back over before handing you a shirt.

you noted it wasn’t the shirt you entered the apartment with, you smiled warmly to yourself before slipping it on and falling back, mingi coming down beside you seconds later, making the bed shake with his large frame.

you both sat in silence for a little while, you were sure he was thinking just as much as you were about what would happen between the two of you.

glancing in his direction, you decided to break the silence.

 “so.. can i keep your jacket?”

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“It’s Them” (1/3)

ETA: SOME PPL ACTUALLY WANTED A SECOND PART SO I CHANGED IT FROM ONESHOT #6 (WHICH ACTUALLY IT WAS #5 APPARENTLY) TO A NEW TITLE AND THE 2ND PART WILL BE OUT SOOOOOON :-) -3/8/19

time to break the monotony up w/ a oneshot I pounded out kinda drunk & finished late so it’s getting posted w/o being edited or even remotely glanced over tonight..... this one is Negan x reader!!! holy shit right??!?! i know!!! i had to switch things up so. enjoy~

PS: @crossbowking i rly hope ur not mad at me for posting this i love u :,(

Prompt: “It’s them.”

You were growing increasingly more fed up with being out in the damp cold air as dusk settled onto the forest around you. You had your AR15 slung over your back carelessly so that your hands could remain tucked into the front pockets of the black jacket you were wearing, fingers frozen despite the cotton gloves you wore.

Negan’s rules had been simple: you knew where these people were coming and going, and it was your job to interfere, halting them in their tracks. A surprise visit to the group of strangers that had broken into your eastern compound and shot every single one of your comrades as they slept.

The thought made your blood boil and it coursed through your veins, offering slight relief from the brisk night air. You had friends at that compound — there were men and women there that you were sure had never even held a gun in their hands. Innocent people being slaughtered was nothing new in the world you lived in now, but that didn’t mean it didn’t anger you and that there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Vengeance was one thing that you did have, and you’d be damned if you’d let anyone take it away from you.

So you trudged through the fallen leaves and dead brush underneath your boots, already glistening with fresh dewdrops, leading your small squad of four through the maze of baring trees.

The small single beep that radiated from the walkytalky on your hip rung out just loud enough for you to catch it. Without looking down or missing a determined step, you felt down for the call button on the side, clicked it in response, and waited for an answer.

Finally, a familiar voice crackled through the small speaker. “Beta, you read?”

You threw a quick glance over your shoulder at your crew for attendance and held up a hand, signaling them to stop behind you. “Beta’s good.”

There was muffled chatter for a moment while Simon checked in with Charlie and Delta, and after they confirmed their condition, it was followed by silence.

You shifted your weight on your feet impatiently, already struggling to see just feet in front of you as the sun disappeared. There had been no sign of the group you were after yet — at least, for your squad — and you were getting angrier and angrier at Simon and Negan for sending you the direction they did incase any of your targets caught wind of the gameplan and detoured or actually discovered any of the dozens of Saviors that were roaming the area all around you.

“Everything ok, boss?”

You looked to Lola as she stepped toward you, bloodshot eyes wide in eager anticipation, itching for a fight as always. A smile crept onto your face at the sight of your friend as she bounced on her heels, glancing left and right and back and forth, the two black knots of hair falling loosely from their spot on the top of her head.

“Yeah,” you responded, looking to the radio on your hands. “Just Simon dicking around like always.”

Lola laughed dryly and nodded in understanding. “Figured as much.”

Toby swung the heavy bag from his back and dropped it to the ground with a grunt, leaving it momentarily to stretch and doubled over with a satisfied groan. When he straightened up, he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the crackling of the radio  at your side.

“Alright everyone, listen up.” Simon’s voice was oozing with superiority he thought he had and you rolled your eyes. “They’re rounding ‘em all up by the camp off of Hudson. It’s marked on your maps, so hurry up and get your asses over here. It’s go time!”

“Got it,” you said into the speaker before tucking it back onto your hip. Toby hoisted the bag back up over his shoulders. Meyers pulled the roadmap from his own smaller pack, and Lola shined her mag light onto it.

“Maybe a half mile,” she said, trailing her pointer finger along the paper Meyers held in his hands quietly. “Keep going straight.”

You nodded. “Let’s go meet these fuckers.”

Marching on, the three followed you back into the dark forest.

You spotted the headlights from your vans and trucks before you reached the clearing, the rumble of chatter from your fellow Saviors growing as you neared them. The Sanctuary was a large community but it wasn’t the only one; there were probably fifty Saviors around you and every single one of them was just as pissed off as you were.

There was a camper parked on the far end and you curiously made your way toward it, unsure of whether or not it was occupied and if it was, you wanted to be sure it wasn’t nobody that should be on their knees in the clearing behind you.  

You retrieved your weapon from your back and poised it up and ready to fire as you pulled the flimsy plastic door open and climbed the first step inside.

“And, BANG! You’re dead.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, whipping around toward the unmistakable voice behind you frantically. Only when you found Negan and saw his cocky grin as he emerged from a darkened corner did you lower your gun and place a hand overtop of your heart just to make sure it was still beating and he hadn’t actually scared you to death.

“God, you fucking asshole,” you bit out breathlessly. “I almost shot you!”

“You need to be more careful, doll.” He crept toward you and even in the dim light the vehicles outside hardly provided in the small room you could see his perfect teeth glistening as he grinned down at you mischievously. “I could’ve shot you before you even got a chance to see me. And wouldn’t that be a shitty way to die?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved at him dismissively and stood on your toes to peer over his shoulder through the cracked blinds behind him, watching as your crew surrounded the line of strangers on their knees, circling them like vultures. “We got ‘em,” you said, almost surprised, and Negan noticed.

“Did you ever doubt that we would?”

“No, it was just getting late and I was about ready to throw in the towel and try again tomorrow.”

Still smiling, Negan shook his head slowly. “Now, that is not the girl I know...”

“Yeah, well...” you shrugged. The comfortability between you two was always present and especially welcomed at that moment, considering the long and exhausting day you’d had keeping up the unwavering front as your squad’s leader. It was unsettling sometimes how easily you could let your guard down around him. “It’s fucking cold outside, Negan.”

He slinked closer to you, his large frame towering over you so close to you that his body was radiating warmth that you were craving.

You could feel his breath on your chilled skin: “Awe, poor baby,” he crooned; you didn’t know if it was his proximity or his words that sent a chill down your spine, but goosebumps made their way over your whole body in waves.

The compliments and flirtatiousness were always present between you two but you disregarded it as friendly banter — you, unlike most women you came across, could handle a little inappropriate banter and his perverted sense of humor. Hell, most of the time, you could match it; make him blush even. But as it had always been with you and your predominantly male group of friends, harmless teasing was all that it was and would ever be. And you would be just fine with that.

But harmless teasing had left you and Negan behind some time ago, despite your attempt to simply ignore the heat that pooled in your stomach every time you caught him staring at you from across the room.

But at that moment, he wasn’t across the room, noticeably eye-fucking you with his tongue hanging from his jaw like a dog. No — he had dropped that bad boy persona and took on his role as the leader of a deadly and violent group of soldiers and held his act together with confidence and class. Over the course of the day you’d watched him go from a horny teenager to a man that would hold you down until you caved and called him daddy.

You worked for Negan. He was your boss, essentially. And part of that concerned you. But there was another part of you, a much bigger and stronger part, that excited you even more.

And he knew it, too; standing there before you with his lips hovering so close to yours that the minuscule distance between them began to actually, physically hurt. So standing there with Negan, toe-to-toe, you caved and let the hype and adrenaline of the day’s events consume you and without giving yourself another second to contemplate it, you closed the small space between you two impatiently.

The second that your lips touched his it was like a switch had been flicked on inside of him, as if he’d been posed restlessly at the starting line waiting for the gunshot that told him to fucking go. The simple act had given him all the permission he’d needed and you let him guide you backwards until your back hit the wall and he pinned you up against it deliciously, fueling the fire that was burning in your veins and had you yearning for him, refusing to smolder and burn out until you had every inch of him in the palm of your hand — literally and figuratively.

Just as his normal behavior always flaunted, he was cocky and dominant with his kissing as well, biting on your lower lip and tugging gently and eliciting an unwilling moan from you that only seemed to drive him on. He let out a low growl in response and the sound itself could’ve melted you on the spot. In fact, you wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole RV around you went up in flames from the energy he was emitting.

His large hands explored your body the best they could with the layers you had on, fumbling with the buttons on your coat until they could make their way inside the heavy material and slowly move up and down and ghost around your breasts tauntingly. He knew exactly what he was doing — you were making a point to not remind yourself that. And it wasn’t hard considering his movements had you like putty in the palm of his hand and he manipulated and rolled you between his fingers hungrily.

When he pinned both of your wrists in one hand overtop of your head you felt your knees weaken and threaten to give up underneath you. But the second that his mouth left your lips and dropped to the nape of your neck you were both interrupted by a voice right outside of the door.

“Let’s meet the man!”

You weren’t sure why you panicked and shoved him off of you, panicking at the thought of anybody seeing you, even if it was just Simon. Nervously you looked to Negan to gauge his reaction to your sudden change of heart but he seemed to understand and simply stood up and retrieved Lucille from where she was propped up against the counter.

Simon knocked to alert Negan and he headed toward the door, readjusting the red scarf around his neck and bringing a hand up behind his head to smooth down the hair your wandering hands had tussled.

With a smile in a wink that almost had you jumping back on top of him, he grabbed the door handle and gave you one last provocative up-and-down, running his tongue over his perfect teeth like a snake. “You come out whenever you’re ready, baby girl.”

And with that, he stepped out of the camper, letting the door swing and slam shut behind him.

When you were positive he’d left from earshot, you let yourself fall onto the cushions behind you with a deep sigh.

“What the fuck have I done?” You asked yourself quietly, unable to stop the laughter from bubbling up into the words. You really backed yourself into a corner. Next time you saw Negan he would want to finish what you had started. Did you want to finish it? You wouldn’t have kissed him if you didn’t. So what does that mean for you as a Savior? He’d have to kill you to get you into one of those skimpy black dresses and call yourself a wife. You would sooner take a job on the fence.

You should’ve known it was bound to happen sooner or later — that was always how things went. You weren’t his ‘right-hand’, but you might as well have been. You were a team, a good match in temperament and skill, successful in most things you did together. You could deny it all you want, but that spark had always been there, and you tried to ignore it only to make it much more obnoxious than it had already had been.

He had to respect you to some degree beyond a comrade to never make a serious move on you before, right?

It was scary to connect with people in the new world; scary to find somebody that made you feel something than other than basic survival instincts and could make you forget about the way life had changed. It was dangerous and you were just asking to be hurt, never being able to prepare yourself for when he was inevitably ripped from your grasp.

You knew that for a fact because it had happen before, and you weren’t sure if you could handle another loss.

Not knowing if they’d gotten lost, abandoned you, been killed or tortured or eaten alive. That was the hard part. Not knowing.

But if you wanted to live, you couldn’t dwell on things like that. You know there were certain people who would want you to move on and be happy and find comfort in somebody else’s arms, regardless of how narcissistic, cocky and borderline delirious they could be.

You shook the whirling thoughts from your head: you didn’t couldn’t in the dark and reminisce all night. You had a job to do.

Retrieving your gun from where you’d discarded in on the table you straightened yourself up, making sure to settle your own messy hair back into a relatively decent ponytail, and forced your personal feelings back down where they belonged: buried underneath more pressing matters.

You opened the door as quietly as possible as to not draw attention to yourself, and it would’ve worked had Negan not been staring in your direction as if he’d been waiting for you to emerge. He was on the other side of the group he had lined up, kneeling before him, all 10 or so avoiding his gaze except for the guy in the middle whom he was crouched in front of.

He smiled when he saw you. “There’s my girl.”

Your face flushed red and you cursed yourself for it, not wanting to show any sign of anything more than a professional relationship with Negan but also furious with him for stopping his big, dramatic facade to acknowledge her that way in front of the large crowd around you.

You sunk back into like in front of your squad and felt Lola nudge you harshly with her elbow, so much so that it knocked you off balance and you snapped back angrily at your friend and glared at her from over your shoulder. But it was hard to be mad at her as she stared up at you wide wide eyes and an even wider smile, telling you everything you needed to know about what she was thinking and how she felt about it all.

Negan stood up and sashayed around the group like the prima donna he was, though he spoke nothing but truth with no exaggerations, his recap of all your people the strangers before you had killed brutally successfully bringing back the anger you’d forgotten about for just a few moments.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of a man hunched over under a blanket, covered in blood you presumed had to be his with how badly his body was trembling.

Negan has begun one of his theatrical  scenes and was slowly circling the strangers with Lucille outstretched before him but you couldn’t focus because you were still squinting in the dark, struggling to see the face of the injured man across from you because something felt wrong about him. You couldn’t explain the odd feeling you were getting from him, trying to make out his features in the shadows of the headlights as Negan passed by him slowly, taunting him with his scare tactics.

Then, like a freight train, it hit you. Hard.

Recognition.

He was familiar — the strong arms and broad chest, shaggy hair that casted over his eyes as he hung his head weakly. But when Negan stepped by him, sticking Lucille in his face menacingly, he actually rose his eyes and glared up at him, fearless and unwavering.

The strength was your first hint; the shadows lifting from his features and revealing a face that turned your previously boiling blood into pure shards of ice.

Your stomach dropped. The wind was knocked from your lungs. The world was tilting dangerously around you and you felt like you were going to keel over. But you had to know for sure.

You looked to the person at his side. And the next one. And the person next to them. And then to the man in the middle and you were sure you might’ve passed out of Lola didn’t catch on and wrap a gloved hand around your elbow, whispering something unintelligible that you could hardly hear. And while you so badly wanted to just turn around and assure her you were fine, you found that you lost the ability to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.

The only words that you could manage to squeak out, barely audible, felt so distant and so wrong on your own tongue: “It’s them.”

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Of Saints and Sin: Chapter 2

Fall Out Boy mob boss AU

Warnings: lots of violence, cursing, and general angst

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Patrick paced about his office. He had to figure out how to address the threat made by the Snakes. He certainly wasn’t going to give it over to them. That would be too much territory. The little club was one of the farthest west they controlled. Ending just before Douglas Park and extending south until Englewood.

Patrick ran a hand through his hair. Maybe he should move on their territory. Englewood was known to have gang related violence problems. Perhaps if he moved his guys in, they could get it under control. Of course, he had no idea what they planned to do if he didn’t give up V’s club.

There was a knock at the door. He sighed and moved to open it. Joe stood on the other side. Patrick looked around for the other guys but didn’t see them. He stepped to the side to let Joe pass. It was strange for him to come alone.

“What’s up? Something happen?” Joe shrugged and wandered to sit behind the desk.

“Seemed like you had something to talk about with all that pacing you were doing. Try not to carve a rut into the floor.” Patrick rolled his eyes.

“Ya know, if you don’t have anything useful to say…” Patrick trailed off. Joe shifted some papers around on the desk.

“I just came to see what you were thinking about. You have a tendency to not tell anyone anything.” Patrick shrugged his suit jacket off and tossed it on a nearby chair. “Need some advice?” Joe sighed when he didn’t respond.

“What happened to Smyth was not your fault. He made that choice to protect you, just like Andy, Pete, and I would.” Patrick clenched his fists. There was that stupid ‘not your fault’ thing again.

“I really wish everyone would stop saying that,” he mumbled.

“Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself!” Joe stood suddenly. “Get your shit together, Trick. You’re the boss. These things happen sometimes. But you gotta figure out how to work things through. You can’t just bail.” Joe stood across from him, arms crossed. Patrick was surprised. He hadn’t had the gift of being lectured by Joe recently.

“There’s a group out there that wants your head. If you don’t make a stand for your territory then what’s the fucking point? Threaten them back, Trick! Get a hold of Englewood! I’m sure you even figured out that much.” Joe may as well have been shaking his shoulders.

“Yea, I got it. But it’s not like we can just march in there and start shooting. We don’t even know what they plan to do if I don’t give up the territory.”

“Let’s assume murder? That’s generally the type of path they take.” A short pause. “Let me and the other two go in there. We know a bar in Englewood that’s close to the boarder. We get that under our control, the people won’t have to deal with those damn Snakes anymore.”

“You say it like that and it doesn’t sound much better.” Joe rolled his eyes.

“Your choice, boss. But at least with you running things, they’ll have a chance to rebuild.” Patrick thought for a moment. They were his friends and he didn’t want them hurt, too. But they had received the name ‘trio from hell’ for a reason. Patrick sighed, then nodded.

“Alright. I’ll inform our groups near that area in case of retaliation.” Patrick caught the almost giddy smile he tried to hide. The three of them were scary enough to make a chill run down Patrick’s spine. Joe made his way toward the door.

“Hey,” Patrick called. “If any of you don’t come back, I will raise you from the dead and kill you myself.” Joe chuckled.

“Understood.” He gave a half salute and left. Patrick glanced out the window. He prayed that he wasn’t wrong about this move.

-

The three boys sat in their car on the border of Englewood. The neon sign was visible but just barely. It flickered constantly, letting them know of the poor funding this bar was getting. The Snakes weren’t taking care of their property. That left this place wide open for invasion.

“You guys ready,” Pete said, loading his gun.

“Always,” Joe replied. Pete looked over to Andy who just nodded as he played with the knife in his hand. He carried but didn’t use it that often. Andy was like a last resort type of guy. Silent and watching. The best back up the other two could ever ask for.

The sun set over the horizon, painting the sky a deep blue and purple. Pete stepped out of the car, sticking his gun in the holster hidden by his jacket. They looked around and couldn’t see any threats.

The three of them sauntered into the bar, fake laughing about some fake joke. No one paid them much mind, at least from what they could tell. They took their spots at the bar. Only Joe and Pete ordered. Andy was never into the drinking.

“What can I git ya’ll?” The woman behind the bar looked tired. She seemed to be hoping for a simple evening. Pete’s heart ached. He remembered living on the wrong side. It could be awful.

“I’ll just take whatever beer is the special,” Pete said smiling at the woman.

“I second that,” Joe added. She nodded and looked over to Andy.

“What about you, Sweets?”

“Water. If you don’t mind.” She hurried away to grab the glasses. Pool balls cracked from the other side of the room. Joe glanced over his shoulder. He noticed a tattoo poking out from the collar of the guy shooting. He looked over the small group of guys. One of them didn’t wear a jacket so he could see the tattoo clearly.

An open-mouthed viper with blood gracing its teeth is hard to miss.

Joe cursed under his breath. They were going to make this difficult. He nudged Pete and Andy. He opened his mouth but the woman returned with their drinks. Pete handed the woman a twenty. She looked down at it with surprise.

“Keep the change,” he lowered his voice, “do me a favor and hide out in the back for a bit.” The woman looked confused for a second. Pete rolled up his sleeves, flashing the small volcano tattoo on his wrist. She glanced behind them. She clearly knew this was an invasion. She leaned in close.

“You intend to kick them out? You boys best understand you’re cleaning up the blood.” She stood and headed through the door to the kitchen. The three of them shared a look and stood. They made their way over to the pool table.

“Hey, we got next,” Pete called. Six pairs of eyes trained on them. One of them shifted. Pete’s eyes zeroed in on the seventh person. A young girl sat stiff, next to who he could only assume was the designated leader. She was clearly uncomfortable. She couldn’t be older than sixteen. Patrick’s rule stuck out in his mind. She didn’t need to be part of this.

“And why should we let you use our pool table?” A cigarette hung out of the speaker’s mouth. Joe shrugged.

“I don’t know, cause we asked nicely?” The group of guys laughed sarcastically. Clearly, they weren’t impressed with his sarcasm.

“You kids gotta be new round here. Allow me to explain the rules.” The assumed leader stood and the three of them had to look up. He was easily over six feet. The girl he was sitting with looked away, squeezing her eyes shut. She knew how these things ended.

“First of all, we are the Snakes. You don’t order us around. Second, if you’re breathing, it’s because we allow it. But right now, ur in real serious danger of losin’ that gift.” The other people had moved far away from the group. Some even left. That was probably for the best.

“All this for a pool table? You guys need to chill or something,” Pete trailed off. The guy grabbed his shirt.

“The fuck you tryna start, pipsqueak?” Pete sighed.

“I’d recommend you put me down. We just wanted to use the pool table. This is our territory now.” Joe pulled out his gun in a matter of seconds and had it locked on the leader. The bar fell silent.

“Quite frankly, you’re all pretty dense. Can’t even tell when you’re fucked,” Joe mentioned. They were pushing it. As far as they knew, these guys didn’t have guns but knives were a completely different story.

“You little shits are from that north side gang ain’t ya? Didn’t ya get the message? You’re just asking for people to die,” one of them said.

“That’s why we’re here. North Englewood is ours now. And you’re leaving both this area and the one you threatened to steal. Why don’t you send that news to your boss? We’ve got reserves all over.”

“Fat chance of that you prick!” The leader shoved Pete back and reached into his pocket, whipping out a knife. Pete knew it. No way would they be unarmed.

Joe adjusted his aim slightly and fired. The bullet lodged itself in the leader’s arm and he yelped in pain. Blood seeped from the wound. The three of them put some distance between them and the other gang. If they could maintain it, they would win.

Knives appeared in the Snakes hands. Some were bigger than others. Andy glanced over his shoulder to make sure they weren’t jumped from behind.

“Stop it! Let’s just go! Please!” The three guys all looked over to the girl in the back. Tears rolled down her face. She grabbed the hand of the leader.

“Shut up. There’s no backing down now. You want to be a weak little thing then go. Run away.” The guys shared a look before Joe spoke.

“I’d listen to the girl. At least she’s smart.” Pete nodded along.

“Yea, and we’d rather not get her involved in this.”

“Threatening my girl now? You’re all gunna die.” The group jumped at them but they were clumsy. Only one looked like he actually knew how to wield a knife. Most swung blindly and the three Overcasts jumped out of the way easily.

Pete grabbed his gun out of the holster. He aimed at the leg of the guy closest to him. Avoid killing people if he could. That’s what Patrick always said. Pete admired the guy but sometimes he wondered if he really understood what this was.

The guy winced but was still stumbling toward them. Pete fired a second shot to the other leg and he finally went down. The blood didn’t bother him anymore, having seen so much of it.

The guy laying on the ground had his eyes screwed shut in pain. When another lunged he simply kicked the guy on the ground, causing him to cry out. Some brotherhood they were. The other guy was able to graze Pete along his arm. The cut wasn’t deep but it stung. Pete moved to fire but his shooting arm was no longer steady. He fired but missed the guy entirely.

“Shit,” he hissed.

“Down,” Andy called. Pete curled up and Andy fired a couple shots through the guys shoulders. He stumbled forward and Pete tripped him. He hit his head against a table and laid still on the ground. Pete wondered briefly if he was dead but shuffled over to Andy once he realized he didn’t care.

“Thanks for having my back dude.” Andy nodded and reloaded his gun. There was no time for appreciation right now.

Joe held his own against two other guys. They tried to circle him but he was too fast. They would jump one at a time and made it painfully easy for him to avoid their attacks. He fired a shot into the hip of one guy, sending him down

Before he had time to register, the other guy had a knife to his neck. It pressed against him firmly, pricking the skin.

“Whatcha gunna do now boy? Don’t exactly got many options. It’s either die or die.” The guy cackled, pressing the knife against him harder. Joe tried dropping his weight, but he still held on. Pete and Andy watched with caution. They knew Joe could get out of this.

“If I only have one option then why am I still alive? Seems like false advertisement to me. If you’re gunna threaten someone, at least follow through.” Joe considered that it might be a bad time to be a smart ass, but he had a feeling this guy was bluffing. The blade pricked his skin, sending a drop of blood sliding down his neck. Joe tried not to flinch.

“I ain’t ever met a kid so eager to die.” He couldn’t disarm the guy. Not with his weapon pressed against his throat.

“Some people would consider death a sweet gift. I am no exception,” Joe said, keeping up his joking manner. He just needed to get the knife even an inch away. This could backfire horribly and he knew it. But the more time passed, the harder it would be for this guy to go through with the threat.

The guy faltered slightly, showing concern for another human. It was only a moment but it was all Joe needed. He moved away from the knife and shoved him back. He brought his knee up between his legs as hard as he could. The guy stumbled and then crumbled to the ground. Joe lifted his gun and pointed it at the guy’s head, ready to pull if the need were to arise.

“Stop it! This is senseless! Why are you trying to kill each other?” This girl was back, tears stained her face. But the fear was replaced with anger. She stood in between Joe and the guy on the ground. Pete watched the girl. She wasn’t as much of a victim as he thought. She did choose to be here.

“Killing is never our favorite thing to do. We avoid it if we can. That doesn’t mean we won’t protect ourselves… Or others.” Pete spoke slowly, trying to determine if she was baiting them.

“Why do you want so much territory? This whole thing is stupid. Just leave each other alone!” The leader had pulled himself together and he stiffly stepped next to her. He draped an arm around her, smearing blood on her clothes.

“I told you, babe, it’s for our safety. Honor.” She smacked his arm away, turning her wrath towards him.

“What is honorable about killing people? I’ve never been in more danger than when I’m with you. I can’t take it! I want no part of this!” She spun towards the Overcasts. “Move.” She moved toward them, as they stood between her and the door.

The leader grabbed her before she could get too far. He pulled out his knife and held it against her neck. The blood dripped down and fear took over her face.

“You think you can just leave me you bitch? You know too much. You’re a liability now. So, you gotta die babe. Such a waist of a good body.” The guys jumped, no longer concerned with their safety. They needed to get her away from him.

Pete aimed a punch where the leader was hit earlier. Joe pointed his gun at his head, and Andy reached for the girl. The leader flinched when Pete hit him but never loosened his grip on the girl. He tisked.

“Don’t get too excited. It’s not my fault your little boss don’t know how to deal with loose ends.”

“Let her go. She doesn’t deserve to be covered in blood. She’s far too young for this shit. And you’re disgusting for bringing her into this.” He cackled.

“This bitch ain’t as innocent as she looks. How old are you babe? Twenty or something?” She struggled in his grip but it was difficult for her to move with a knife against her throat. The guys shared a look. Would Patrick really want them to spare this waste of space?

-

Patrick tapped his fingers on his desk. This was taking too long. He should have heard from them by now. Pete told him not to call but what was he supposed to do? What if they were in some sort of trouble and he was just sitting around waiting for information? That wasn’t how he wanted to do things.

He grabbed his phone and clicked to Pete’s contact. His finger hovered over the call button. Joe promised him that they would take care of it. He shouldn’t have let them go alone. They were his best friends. He basically sent them to die. Not that he didn’t trust them to do their job but what kind of man would he be if he just left them there.

“Don’t even think about it, kid.” Smyth hobbled in on crutches. “The last thing those guys need is you storming in there while they do their job.”

“They should be back by now.” Patrick tentatively set his phone back on the table.

“Just trust them. They said they would call so give ‘em a chance.” He moved a chair to help Smyth sit down.

“I don’t want to see anyone else get hurt on my behalf.” He laughed and shook his head.

“Look kid, if you didn’t want that then you signed up for the wrong position.” Patrick glared at him. Was it so wrong that he didn’t think people should be dying for him? The phone rang out through the room. Patrick jumped a bit but rushed over anyway. The number wasn’t one he recognized. He answered and slowly lifted the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” There was a heavy sigh and a chuckle from the other end of the phone.

“You certainly don’t sound like a forty-year-old. Somethin’ tells me you was hiding back in that little bar.” Patrick gripped the phone.

“Who is this and how did you get this number?” He tried to keep his voice steady. Something was not right.

“Well I ain’t gunna rat on the people that get me my information. I offered you a deal in that little strip club. I want your answer before I blow up all your little friends. The right answer might spare them.” Patrick ground his teeth. Fucking hell.

“Look. Why don’t we have a conversation face to face. Ya know, like actual people.” He spoke slowly, thinking that it might help somehow. The voice snorted.

“Yea why don’t we just go out for a cup of coffee and a sandwich? Sounds like a damn dream. Fucking northsider, you really are stupid.” He could imagine the guy shaking his head. “Your little trio took out my guys. That’s not exactly polite. Course I guess they did save my baby sister. Never did like that guy. They were expendable. More a liability than anything.” He continued on like he wasn’t discussing people’s lives.

Patrick paced about the room and ran a hand through his hair. He had never met someone who had such a disregard for life. He glanced at Smyth.

“Don’t you dare cave. Your guys are deadly.” Patrick took a breath and nodded at him in thanks. Smyth was right. He needed to trust his friends. He kept them close for a reason.

“How about I make you a different offer,” Patrick said. He needed to choose his words carefully. He had reserves all around that bar but didn’t want to make the snake bite.

“For someone who tries to put humanity on a pedestal, you sure seem eager to watch people die. That ain’t how deals work,” he scoffed.

“If you weren’t concerned about keeping that territory then you would just blow it up. The only reason you’re calling is so we don’t take it over. You considered those goonies of yours a liability but that doesn’t mean they weren’t holding onto that territory. So why don’t you just give it up?” Silence from the other end.

“So, if you wouldn’t mind leaving my guys alone and we won’t have to take any more of your territory. You stay out of that club while you’re at it. They don’t need scum like you running it into the ground.” The phone clicked off. Patrick spun towards Smyth.

“Pretty ballsy, kid. Now you gotta make sure he doesn’t retaliate. Go to your guys.” He nodded and rushed out of the room. He called V as soon as he got in the car. She never gave him her phone number, so he was forced to call the bar itself.

“We’re not open today if that’s why you’re calling.” Her voice rang through the Bluetooth in the car.

“V it’s me. You lock every damn door into that place, you got it? I don’t need to be worrying about you and that bar while I’m trying to protect my guys. Don’t let anyone in. The Snakes might be moving.”

“Oh, how romantic.” He shook his head and hung up. He did not have time for her sass.

Patrick sped through the streets, nearly hitting more than a few other cars. He swerved in and out of traffic towards the south side.

-

The stand-off had been going for nearly ten minutes. Every time the guys took a step, the leader would press the knife harder against her throat. They were stuck.

“I don’t get why you don’t just kill both of us? Why spare her? Not like she’s worth anything to you. She’s not even worth anything to her brother.” The guys shared a look.

“What are you talking about,” Pete asked slowly. He cackled again. The girl struggled but only succeeded in cutting herself more.

“Ha! You didn’t even know this little bitch was our dear leaders sister? Your informants are shit. Course, I could just blame that on your boss.” They couldn’t kill the girl. That was even more clear now. They didn’t need a bigger target on their back. Killing the leader’s sister in cold blood would be grounds for being kicked out of the gang.

“Our boss knows how to get shit done. His value for human life isn’t a liability,” Pete said. They didn’t know how much time they had before the girl was killed. Perhaps the leader was just buying time for backup.

“We’ll give you one more warning. Let the girl go and get out of here. This place is ours now.” Pete signaled to Joe as he spoke. Joe nodded and shifted the aim of his gun so it pointed at the leader’s head. He saw this and laughed.

“So ur just gunna go against your boss’s orders? What happened to all that valuing life shit?” Joe shrugged as Andy spoke.

“Deadly force is permitted when protecting others.” The guy scoffed.

“Bitch you ain’t worth dying.” He shoved the girl away from him. At least he has some sort of common sense. Joe thought. She stumbled forward and forced her way behind the guys. Pete watched her as she ran out the door. At least she was safe.

“Step one done. Now get out and don’t come back,” Andy threatened. The guy shrugged and sat back down on the couch.

“If you don’t kill me then the boss will so I’d rather die being loyal,” he took a sip from his beer. The guys shared a look. He probably wasn’t lying. Joe wanted to kill him. He deserved it but not when he was just giving up without having a care for his own life.

“That kind of loyalty is admirable. Too bad you’re still a piece’a shit who was gunna kill my baby sister.” The guys spun at the voice.

A guy stood there. His thinning hair line made him seem much older than he probably was. He opened and closed a lighter, like a tick. The girl from before hid behind him, looking much smaller than before. There was no way these two were related.

“I’ll deal with you little shits in a second. You can blame ur boss for ur deaths.” He pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans. He moved toward them lazily, as if he had all the time in the world. Pete focused his gun at the leader of the Snakes. He didn’t even flinch.

“Make another move and I won’t hesitate to kill you. I’d rather enjoy it actually.” The guy may as well have yawned.

“Yea but ur little boss wants to do it don’t he? I ain’t worried about you.” He shoved past them and took aim at the other guy’s head. He looked horrified. The leader’s eyes glinted with excitement. He wanted to kill him. Pete glanced back at the girl. She had turned away and covered her ears. She should have never been involved.

“Have some god damn class and at least keep your sister out of this.” The Snakes leader only turned his head slightly in response.

“She’s free to leave whenever.” He refocused on the guy. “Beg and I might let you walk out of here.” Pete might have been scared. He had never met anyone as ruthless as this guy. They knew that they had to delay him as long as possible. Fuck why wasn’t one of them just shooting?

Joe fired a shot into his leg, Pete fired at his arm and Andy moved to tackle him. The leader grit his teeth together and shoved Andy back. He took aim at the guys and they rushed to split up. The leader fired randomly at them. They heard bottles shattering as they kept moving. They only wished the bar was a bit bigger.

“You fuckheads needa stop gettin’ in my way!” Joe took aim again but was thrown to the side. The guy that had been sitting on couch jumped to defend his boss. Joe couldn’t understand why when he was about to be shot by the same boss.

“What’s the point of defending him,” Joe scolded. “He’s just going to kill you.”

“Still my boss. I do shit for him, he does shit for me.” Joe shook his head and lunged back at him. There was no point in reasoning with him.

Pete tackled the Snakes leader, but the guy had five inches on him easily. Pete aimed a punch at his stomach but was tossed off. Andy jumped at him from the side, aiming his knee at the spot he had been shot. He winced and fell to one knee. Pete saw the flash from a blade.

“Andy, back!” the warning came too late and the blade cut into his leg. It didn’t seem like any arteries were hit, but they couldn’t be sure until they looked at it. Andy held a hand to the wound and tried to back away. The guy was already aiming for a second swipe.

“Stop it! Reggie that’s enough!” A hush fell over the bar and eyes turned to the girl. There was no way she didn’t know what she’d done. A name was highly confidential information in this business.

“Mana, I’m going to kill you.”

The door burst open and guys poured into the small bar. Their guns aimed at ‘Reggie.’ He glared at the group. Some of the larger guys tackled the other guy Joe was dealing with.

Patrick wandered in after the group, Smyth following behind. Pete wanted to relax but knew that could be a mistake if Reggie decided to make a move. He made his way toward Patrick, holding his wounded arm.

“I told you, we’d call when we were done.” Patrick glanced at him. Pete had known him long enough that he saw the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly.

“Plans change.” He looked around at the bar. “You guys really made a mess of the place. You know I have to pay to fix it right?” Pete rolled his eyes.

“His names Reggie,” Pete mentioned as Patrick moved toward the competing boss. He nodded.

“Go get that patched up,” he said as he passed Andy. Pete watched in admiration. He thought there might have been something at one point, but they were more like brothers. Brothers that would die for each other.

-

Patrick tried to keep a straight face as he spoke to Andy. It killed him to be so cool with them. He was worried and rightfully so. They could have been killed had he not shown up.

“I can’t believe you’d think that I wouldn’t act when you threatened my guys. You might actually be stupid.” Reggie smirked.

“I can’t believe you’d show your face for some lowlife grunts.” Patrick’s face betrayed him as he glared at the Snake. “Don’t tell me ya’ll’r friends? How cute,” he sneered. Patrick grabbed his shirt, making him wince.

“Keep talking and I’ll rethink letting you leave here alive.” The leader spit in his face.

“Ur weak. Gettin’ lucky ain’t good leadership.” He grabbed Patrick’s arm and twisted it. Patrick flinched and then there was an arm around his neck. His guys jumped up, but Patrick was a human shield. “You want this run-down shithole? Fine. But remember who’ll win in the end.” He held Patrick in front of him as he hobbled toward the door.

“I’ll kill you just like ur brother killed my woman.” He shoved Patrick and made a run for it. A car pealed up to the curb and he hopped in. Joe rushed over to check Patrick for injuries.

“I’m fine. I want everyone I can get set on tracking him down.” A moment of silence. “Now!” Everyone moved on restraining the snake members that were still conscious. Smyth stepped up to him and spoke quietly.

“You hesitated. Now was not the time for trying to spare lives.” Patrick clenched his fist. He knew that.

“Will never happen again.” Smyth looked over his face. His eyes were icy. Patrick was finally understanding.

Patrick looked over to where Pete was. There was a girl who looked shaken. Had she been caught in the crossfire?

“Check the back for any workers. Let them know they’ll be safe from the Snakes.” He made his way over to Pete and the girl. “Are you ok?” She nodded.

“Are you going to kill my brother?” It took Patrick a moment to register her question.

“This is Mana. Reggie’s sister.” He looked her up and down. Didn’t strike him as the type to be running with the gangs. But he didn’t look it either.

“Depends what he does. I don’t like to kill people. But if he insists on attacking my guys or innocent people, yes I’ll kill him.” She bit her lip and nodded. They couldn’t trust her. Who knew where her loyalties were.

“I’ve offered her protection,” Pete said quietly. Patrick froze, and his eyes darted to Pete.

“Excuse us, Mana.” He yanked Pete away from the girl. He tried to be mindful of his injured arm. “Watch her,” he said to one of the reserves.

“You what,” Patrick hissed. “We have no idea who’s side she’s on!”

“I said we’d offer her protection, not tell her all our secrets,” Pete defended. “Her brother just threatened to kill her, and he doesn’t seem like the type to lie about that shit.” Joe joined the conversation.

“What’s going on?”

“Please tell Pete that offering protection to the sister of the rival gang is an awful idea. Where did you intend to keep her Pete?” Joe thought for a moment.

“I mean her brother did just threaten her,” Joe said hesitantly. Patrick ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re both crazy. Hard no.” Pete glared at Patrick.

“You’re just going to leave her when she needs help? That is not that Patrick I know.” Patrick threw his hand up in frustration.

“I’m trying to protect everyone! You’re saying that you trust her?” Silence. He shook his head and ran his hand down his face. “Fine. She can stay in one of the guest rooms. She doesn’t leave without an escort. And when we go she must have a blindfold on.” Pete nodded and left to talk to Mana. Joe rested a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t trust her either. But don’t lose your humanity, Trick.” He sighed. Joe was right and as much as he hated to admit it, so was Pete. He wouldn’t turn down someone who needed help. Someone tapped Patrick’s shoulder. An older woman who looked like this whole thing was an inconvenience stood with her hands on her hips.

“You best be plannin’ to fix m’bar,” she said. Patrick smiled at her and her gaze of steel faltered a bit.

“Ma’am, I promise to fix this place. I’ll build it better than it was before.” She nodded and cleared her throat.

“I’ll hold’ya to that boy.” Patrick turned back to Joe.

“Alright. Let’s head back. We need a new action plan.”

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[youseriousjayse]

Oh shit. I wanna fuck my boss. This is...not good.

I stg I barely caught myself from just walking over and kissing them while they were saying something ridiculous after the shop was closed. Oh fuck oh fuck. THis is bad. They’re married and have kids and they seem like a good person but sometimes…I definitely think they’ve flirted w me before. And I seem to be a favourite for no apparent reason. They talk about their spouse and their personal life all the time to me (esp their spouse), but I’ve only ever heard them mention their spouse like twice to other workers. And they compare me to their spouse all the time. Always saying I sound just like them or I do this or that just like them. ANd I would definitely go for it if it was an option which prob makes me a horrible person, but that’s okay I already knew that. 

Idk how they manage to be both “ur really hot” and “ur the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” It’s maddening. And they’re so fucking funny and that’s my weakness and they’re always trying to make me laugh. idek how old they are. in their twenties im 96% certain. Im horrid at guessing age. there’s def at the v least 5 yrs b/t us. but idrk. I don’t even hypothetically want anything serious. I literally just wanna be able to fuck them and feel mushy about them on the side and end it when I leave next july. Obv this isn’t ever going to happen but thinking about it hypotheticlly helps me short my shit out. idk. idk. i really like thm and they seem to like me. And the thing is it’s not even just about wanting to fuck them. I care about their kids and that means a lot bc i fucking hate kids and one of theirs is an attention whore and i rlly hate that type of kid. but i like them bc they are my boss’s kids and my boss loves them. And I love hearing more about them (even tho it’s always p sad shit about them acting up in school and always being upset bc my boss is never home)

Just…..wow. if anyone needed more proof im fucked up. have at it.

Seriously tho on the seeming interested in me and showing favouritism front, they are…so protective of me. Like they are Never like this with the other employees, and it’s definitely not like I can’t defend myself. The most marked example would be the guy who runs the bodega across the street.

He came in one day, screaming about how my manager had accused his son of stealing. So they were like, I’m not sure what you’re talking about but I’m sorry if there was some sort of miscommunication. And he just kept screaming at them and calling them a little bitch and a f*ggot repeatedly, and threatening to bash their fucking head in. And they were just taking it all very calmly and professionally and saying ‘I don’t recall this happening, I’m sorry if you heard differently’ even though he was physically pushing them and still threatening them and calling them all sorts of things. Then he finally left, but not twenty minutes later he came back, just as angry, shouting the same stuff and hurling around slurs and threats and pushing my manager around. Again, they kept very calm and responded reasonably and evenly the same stuff they had before.

Again he eventually left. But then he decided he had apparently still not had enough so he came back a third time. Just as angry as before, just as hostile and antagonising. The assistant manager on duty had come up front the last time to see what was happening, but had not intervened. However this time she tried to help, also calmly saying the same things as the manager. She had been working the day before and seen the guy’s kid come in and nothing like that had happened, so he started calling her a lying fucking bitch and saying he was gonna kill both of them, and kept more and more violently shoving my manager, which they continued to just calmly take.

Eventually the guy was just was repeatedly calling them a f*ggot again and again and again. And I, also calmly, asked if he could just please stop saying that word and he fucking rounded on me and started really laying in calling me a little bitch and all sorts of things, which I didn’t react to at all, because I have an excellent poker face. But I have Never seen my manager angry at all. Not even a little bit. But they were fucking furious, and they shoved him roughly back to the door (mind you he’s a big fuckin guy) And got right up in his face and fucking snarled Get The FUCK Out Of My Store (I did Not know actual snarling words was a thing, I thought it was just smth writers said to make the angry words more emphatic, but it is a Thing™) and shoved him straight through the door. And then they just took a deep breath and turned back around calmly as ever and was like ‘sorry about that’ to the other customers and started rearranging the counter like usual.

And that whole situation has come up twice since then when we were talking (it was months ago), and both times they were like yeah it was whatever, but when he started yelling at You I fucking snapped. And I’m like. Yeahhh how do I take this. Because I am not defenseless and I don’t look like it and I’m not tiny or fragile looking, we have several other employees more likely to feel the impulse to protect but,,,they never do? It never even seems to occur to them?

Just the other day I had a lady come in who was clearly spoiling for a fight. Rude and aggressive as fuck, but I treated her calmly and professionally bc that’s what I do, but she just kept saying dumb shit, so I kept responding, not in any offensive or upset way, just repeating the facts in a calm manner. She really started yelling and was like 'I don’t like ur fuckin attitude you keep talking back you’re getting all smart with me.’ And I (again. Very calmly.) Explained that I was simply answering the questions she asked. And she was like Where’s your fuckin manager bc you’re being rude as fuck you just keep talking back.

So my manager was at the register next to(?) mine(the counter is like an L shape and has registersat either side of the corner). And they turned around and said 'I don’t hear anything unprofessional or rude’ but she kept yelling over them and talking about how rude I was, so they kept saying I wasn’t doing anything wrong, so they were like 'Okay you can go now. Please leave the store’ and gave her the corporate number when she asked for it angrily, saying she was gonna complain about us (like so??? Fine. Here’s my name and the store # idgaf).

After she left and we took care of the couple of customers left they turned to me and were like 'wow she was really spoiling for a fight.’ And I was 'yeah I mean I saw it when she came in and was super aggressive right off the bat. She was so angry for no reason. Like…chill lol’ and they gave me a sort of look and were like 'I don’t know how you deal with that (((which, mind you, every employee, and Definitely them, deals w shit like that without going off))) I feel like it bothers me a lot more when they get like that to you, than it actually bothers you’. I just shrugged, but again……they dont,,,,do that for other employees. They always stick their neck out for me or get angry (I mean as close as they get to angry, excepting the thing w the bodega owner) on my behalf. It’s…what am I supposed to make of that?

Literally if they’re around and a customer tells me to lighten up or smile or smth (bc my face is just really unexpressive unless I put a lot of effort in) they’ll just smoothly come over and be like 'I’ve got the smile for ya’ or if someone is being aggressive or harrasing about it, they won’t even pretend to be cheerful and nice, they’ll just be like 'My employees don’t get paid to smile.’ Which,,,I’m not the only one who never smiles. Actually it’s just my manager and one of the assistant managers that always smile. The rest of us are p brusque and more obviously dead inside and dislike interacting with people. But again, they’ve never done that or said anything for another employee (that I know of, obv I’m not always around, but I’m around enough to feel like I practically live there).

And just. Bloody hell, they will talk about aggressive customers and tell me the customer got in their face and will be like 'seriously, like this’ and move their face so we’re barely not touching. Like. ???!?!?!????? And they get real close to me and brush by me a lot. Mind you, they do not do this to other employees (esp the face thing), but they’ll like lean over my shoulder to look at my paperwork or make fun of me (not like in a mean way just something stupid) or they’ll come over to put their numbers in (bc we need higher clearance on the computers for like,,,almost everything it’s so stupid) and they’ll like get right up next to me or squeeze in front of me. Which again, they do not do to others, and no other employee does that to me or anyone else.

If this was a book ppl would be pissed about the slow burn like Okay Why Aren’t Things Happening Already??! But unfortunately real life and an actual human being is more complicated than that. And I don’t know what to do with it.

~update: they just turned thirty. Fuck. I’m just barely twenty.

Edit: New jeans. very nice new jeans. dammit please stop rearranging the shelves in front of me while i’m trying to work, your ass is distracting. And a new tight tight jacket too and they wear it with the sleeves pushed up right below the elbow and that’s just. Always hot. The fucking jeans together with that stupid cursed jacket makes it incredibly difficult to look away. They’re just hhhhhhhhh I can’t. This is. So much.

YEAH I could prolly go on about them forever, but I know this is super obnoxiously long. I don’t know who I’m apologising to tho bc literally nobody reads this. Which is prolly why I overshare but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#personal #serious fucking angst

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 5X18 Point of No Return

huh oh

ahaha zach got fired

the end of the world probably felt like it then tbh

he's taking this SO well you guys

MY BOSS AHAHA

OH MY GOD IT'S THE FUCKING GIF

boy this really went to show how little angels care about humanity huh

those men are so fucking DEAD

this...this does kinda read like a suicide actually

this is INCREDIBLY fucked what the hell

...JAKE ABEL?

IS ADAM IN THIS ONE? WHAT?

boy you really thought that would work

they do have nothing

ah he's wearing blue

and not the jacket hm

CAS

THIS IS AN INTERVENTION DEAN

"you're not my father" DEAN THAT'S NOT GONNA MAKE THEM STOP IT'S GONNA MAKE IT WORSE

Bobby is in DARK places too jeez

boy this is awkward

ya I see the Sastiel now

oh my god it's a callback to lazarus rising

KNIFE FLIP

I went back to look at knife flip

boy he's GOOD AT FIGHTING

god I hope they didn't actually bury him too

ADAM?

Rib sigils! now ur one of the siblings!

oh my god he doesn't remember

boy this must be a fun sell

ah yes you get the family outfit of FLANNEL

aHA DEAN TRIES TO BE THE COOL BIG BROTHER

ah he counts too

"maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be able to withstand them" "bite me" AHAHAH

"uh cuz they're angels"

AHAHA DEAN AND ADAM ARE LITTLE SHITS

Dean's funny when he's fucking Losing it

sarcastic lil shit

ah hold the mom hostage

DEAN HALF SMILES AGAIN

they're all like "yeah that tracks"

SAM GETS TO BE THE ASSHOLE BIG BROTHER IM CACKLING

so he was INCREDIBLY absent for Adam too! yay!

john winchester I FUCKING HATE YOU

"last person who looked at me like that..I got laid" WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE INTENT HERE

WAS IT A JOKE? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

"I don't believe in you" ah jEESUS

"you're angry and self-righteous" and you hate yourself! opposite problems!

Bobby is...trying...so hard

oh my GOD DEAN

DEAN THAT WAS R U D E

he really doesn't wanna be helped huh

"then cuff him to your chair" ahaha

ah zach got to him uh oh

"erotically codependent" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THAT WAS Y O U R FAULT

THE END IS NEAR

AHAHA CAS IS PISSED

I...I don't understand

what the intent was

OH MY GOD DEAN LOOKS SO FUCKED

"what happened to him" "me" AHAHAH

IT'S THE SET! FROM SEASON 4!!

ah Adam was simply the bait

~Illegitimate half brother of the one we care about~ oh my god Zach

yeah angels are dicks welcome to the club adam

just...cough up blood...just..

dammit zach

"don't piss off the nerd angels" I feel like you enjoyed that

no they're right this is a godawful idea

distrust of ur kid vs faith in ur parent

I really hate this metaphor it works so well

THE STRUT WITH THE TRENCHCOAT

"I don't have the same faith in you that sam does" oh my god the prolonged eye contact

Cas you are JUST As bad

knifeflipknifeflipknifeflip

JESUS FUCK HE SIGILED HIMSELF

Castiel you fucking moron

aw Adam

big bro Dean!

your hemmoraging brothers

no you see he's stubborn

...does he do it

there's...is that it?

there has to be a plan

smirk?

smirk??

HE GOT HIM!

oh I love the smoking wings I do love that

nOO OH COME ON NOT ADAM! NOT AGAIN

I JUST WANT THEM TO BE A SQUAD I'M SO SAD

"but we'll get them" that's nice

"the damndest thing changed my mind" seriously

the metaphor

aw "don't wanna let you down"

this ... yeah this reads like a parent letting their kid go speech

i hate this metaphor

hey! he's back!

aw Sam's so happy

ok

1. once you read the thing as "Dean is Sam's parent and Sam is Dean's kid"...everything about their dynamic makes...an uncomfortable amount of sense. Like pile in a bit of sibling, but it's mostly that unhealthiness there

2. cas and dean are...I...There's ways to interpret it, sure, but .... like cmon some of that stuff is just so fucking blatant

3. God I want Adam to come in and have them be a squad. I think it would be SO funny

4. Angel death is still cool

5. I love Cas

6. Bobby I am so sorry your kids are traumatized little shits

7. Saying yes to Michael playing out as kinda a suicide metaphor is...really kinda messed up, right? I'm not the only one that thinks that?

#pawswatchesspn #5x18 point of no return #ok godDAMN this season is good #I was on the edge of my seat the ENTIRE time like #as much as I hate to say it #I suppose that was good writing