For the first time since you could remember, you slept peacefully.
You dreamed of home. Of the lush grassy fields that tickled your fingertips as you ran your hands across the brush. Of the sunlight that flittered through the mosaic of leafy branches that spawned from burly oaks. Of the bustling city life, full of seraphim working hard to bring justice and peace to earth. You were reliving the day when you first arrived on the job. You were in charge of aiding in the interrogation of a rogue seraph; one who had allegedly committed the homicide of a human by convincing them to jump off of a skyscraper. You were beyond nervous. Pushing your large-framed glasses up your nose bridge, you hugged the files you were holding closer to your chest. Then you opened the door. You expected to see the wanted criminal sitting down with his hands cuffed to the chair he sat on.
But you didn’t.
He wasn’t there.
No one was.
The only image you were greeted with was the violent, red flashing of lights as sirens began to sound.
He had escaped. It was your first day on the job, and the latent serial killer had escaped.
Your chest clenched painfully, suffocating the air around you. The red lights were flashing…
You jerked upwards, sitting up and gasping for air. Red light pulsated across the room in a steady rhythm, the alarm blaring dully in sync.
Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
betty & jughead get married in high school without telling anyone and they find out in school
Ooohhh this ones tricky!
“Bets? You ready to go?” Jughead called from the kitchenette, picking up his abandoned beanie and leaning against the bar with a smile as his wife came scrambling out of their tiny bedroom, righting her ponytail and tripping over her little pink flats.
“Never let me sleep in again! I’m pretty much the definition of frazzled right now!” She groaned, picking up her backpack and throwing Jughead the keys to his pickup. Other than his wife and his beanie, that truck was his prized possession, he had saved up money from working at the drive in and it had been his very first purchase, sure working for Fred Andrews definitely payed better but the drive in would always hold a special place in his heart.
Walking out of the trailer the two shared on the southside of town, Betty made sure to double lock the door, all of their neighbors loved the young Newlyweds but it was better to be safe than sorry. Taking her hand in his, she turned him to stare at their home, this was something she always did before they left for the day. Betty always said
“I never want to forget where we came from, you’re dad bought this for us. It’s the best present I could have ever asked for, a home of our very own.”
F.p Jones had delivered them the paperwork the day before they went and got married by the justice of the peace. He owned a few of the trailers, being leader of a prominent gang had its perks I suppose, and he went and picked out the one furthest away from the southside he could, not that Betty minded, she had befriended most of the gang, often inviting the wife’s and their children over for dinner. Jughead had been hesitant to accept the trailer, he wanted to build his own life, at first he didn’t even want his father to be a part of it, but after a long talk with his estranged father, he knew it was for the best and his dad genuinely just wanted to help. F.p and Jugheads relationship was slowly growing stronger and Betty was always right by his side, dubbing F.P her honorary fill in dad, wiggling her eyebrows and smirking. She had a weird crush on the older man
“I don’t have a crush on him Juggie, I just think he’s very attractive. It just means I have something to look forward to when you get older.” She would wink.
The tiny hand on his arm shook him out of his memories and she smiled, tugging him towards the truck, the tiny diamond on her ring finger sparkling. As soon as he got in he wrapped his free hand around his wifes, toying with the tiny ring, he knew she deserved bigger, sparklier, brighter but everytime he brought this up to her she simply shook her hand and grabbed her hand away clutching it to her chest and claimed it was perfect, exactly what she wanted. His wife was crazy. He caught himself smiling as he drove through Riverdale, Betty singing along to the radio and studying her history notes.
Maybe they were too young to be married, maybe they could have waited, but looking over at the love of his life he knew what they had was forever and their was no reason to delay the inevitable, she was everything to him and he never had to wonder if she was going to leave him, she was happy and together they made each other better. It was the definition of unity, sure they had fights, just like every couple but they knew how to solve them, knew how to talk, communicate, it was one of their biggest strong suits.
Pulling into the Riverdale parking lot, Betty sighed, staring at her ring before pocketing the piece of jewelry. She hated hiding something this big from her friends but she knew that once it got out it wouldn’t end well for either of the teens, this town was the epitome of
Judgemental and it was just easier not to talk about.
“You ready Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked, running a hand over her soft blonde ponytail and kissing her forehead. Betty smiled “you got it Mr.Jones, so I’m working at the flower shop today right after school, you’ll pick me up? Ronnies working at the boutique right next door, she said Smithers would drop me off.” She hopped out of the tall truck and walked beside him as they headed into Riverdale.
“7:00?” He asked as they headed to their lockers.
“Yep.” She beamed at him, God how her smile still made his heart skip was beyond him.
“Well if it isn’t our favorite lovebirds.”
The melodic voice of Veronica Lodge came from behind them as they both turned around to find Kevin, Archie and Veronica headed towards them.
“Hi Ronnie, Kev, Arch” Betty giggled, closing her locker and elbowing Jughead who just grunted and nodded his head before punching fists with Archie.
“What a barbaric show of male masculinity” Kevin rolled his eyes smirking, “we need to borrow your girlfriend, new cheerleading uniforms are in and I want first peeks.” Kevin finished, pulling the pretty blonde from Jughead arm.
Betty rolled her eyes and waved at Jughead and Archie.
Jughead smiled goofily at her, turning to his left he saw Archie eyeing him suspiciously.
“What?” Jughead asked
Archie shrugged his shoulders
“I don’t know, you’re different, ever since you moved back in with your dad you’ve been.. different. Happier? Everything’s going okay?” He could sense the concern In his best friends voice so he clapped a hand to Archie’s shoulder
“Everything’s really good pal.”
The day went by without a hitch until second to last period, Veronica came running into the blue and gold office, her eyes frantic as she sought out Jughead who was fooling around, throwing pretzels at Archie, he sat up right
“Veronica? What’s the matter?”
“It’s Betty, she’s… she’s freaking out.. something about an engagement ring.” Veronica panted, her hands on her knees.
Jughead hopped up, sprinting out of the office and Into the girls locker room, ignoring the gasps of the other cheerleaders, he found his wife on her hands and knees, searching on the ground for what he assumed was her engagement ring.
“Betty…” he stared, bending down to sit beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder, she quickly whipped around, her eyes filled with tears
“It’s gone! Juggie I can’t find it.” She whimpered.
Veronica stepped forward with Archie who looked concerned as Kevin covered his eyes
“I can help” she started “ what are we looking for?”
“My engagement ring! We haven’t even gotten our wedding bands yet and I’ve already lost my ring, I was changing into the new uniform and it must have fallen out, why did you marry me juggie? I’m so irresponsible.” She cried onto his chest.
“Married? You’re married?!” Kevin said, his jaw practically on the floor as both Archie and Veronica stared speechless
Jughead pulled Betty against his chest
“It’s just a ring love, it’s okay. We’ll find it, and if we don’t, we’ll get a new one. I love you, that ring doesn’t make you my wife. You’re my wife nonetheless.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rocked her gently, she sniffled and looked up at him with watery eyes
“I love you.” She whispered.
Suddenly Cheryl stepped forward and cleared her throat
“Is this what you’re looking for?” She held out the tiny ring in between her two fingers almost As if it had germs
“I put it in the lost and found earlier today, you really should have looked there first.” She said gently putting it in Betty’s hand and actually smiling gently before whispering
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Betty looked at gratefully, before standing up and brushing her skirt off, and pressing a kiss to Jughead lips, slowly turning to their friends as the three of them stared with their hands on their hips, the interrogation started before either of the newlyweds had a chance to speak
“For how long?”
“When did this happen? Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding?!”
“So this is why you moved out?!”
Jughead and Betty stayed quiet as their friends bombarded them with questions, finally tiring themselves out.
Jughead wrapped an arm around Betty’s waist and smiled down at her
“I know it’s surprising and we have a lot to explain, come to our place for dinner tonight and we’ll talk about it all.” Betty said gently placing the ring firmly on her finger as her husband brought his lips to her fingers and pressed a butterfly kiss.
Maybe they were too young, and maybe they could’ve waited, but holding his wife and looking at the shocked faces of his friends, he decided once again, why delay the inevitable?
Something Every High School/College Senior Should Hear.
Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town.
It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And then things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
OH! THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!
You’ll be on y our way up! You’ll be seeing great sights! You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t. Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right… or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or the waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for the wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
NO! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be as famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t Because, sometimes they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win 'cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike, And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never foget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
So… be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, You’re off the Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So…get on your way!
“You need people like me, so you can point your fucking fingers and go ‘That’s the bad guy.”
You sat in the back of the black suv that your main man was driving. You and your best fighters and shooters were on your way to do a drug deal.
“Have you heard the news, boss?” Tae, your best shooter, said to you from the front seat.
“Hm?” You questioned.
“Suho’s gang is expanding their territory west.”
Your eyes went wide, “Thats Namjoon’s territory though.”
“I know! I heard on the streets that Suho is going to make them a sub-unit to his gang.”
You chuckled, “Namjoon would never be someone’s sub-unit.”
Namjoon didn’t have the biggest gang but we all knew that if one of us fell off, he’d be right there to claim our crown.
“I know, that’s why its shocking. We should’ve taken that territory.” Tae whined and you rolled your eyes while smiling.
Suho was a very clever man, a very strategic man. If he wasn’t in one of the most powerful gangs you’d consider dating him.
But he is and there’s no way he’d join gangs with co-leadership, he’d want to be in control of it all.
You got taken out of your trance as the car pulled up to the storage unit.
“You ready?” You asked your men turning to face them.
“If they do anything sketchy.. kill them all.”You said turning back to the door and walking through it.
“Hello beautiful!” The man said, smiling at you.
You rolled your eyes and folded arms over your chest.
“You got the money?” You asked monotone.
The man chuckled and sighed, “Well you see..-”
“He bought guns from us.” Suho said, walking out from the darkness of the background.
Your eyes went wide as your men pulled out their guns and Suho’s gang did the same.
The man in the middle started to sweat, Suho looked at him in disgust.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to meet up with this pretty jewel?” Suho asked the man.
Suho kicked his leg out from underneath him and he fell.
“Were you trying to set one of us up?” Suho screamed at the man, he punched him in the face and held him up to look at what he caused.
“You see this? Huh?! She’s not going to back down and my men won’t either, you are going to start a world war.” Suho growled out, pushing the man down.
You watched silently, it shamelessly turned you on to see Suho be so dominant and aggressive.
“Please.. please I have a wife.. she’s pregnant..” The man pleaded looking up at Suho.
You felt disrespected, like he didn’t think you were that much of a threat, like you were weak.
You cleared your throat, and Suho looked at you.
“Go beg for her mercy.” He demanded.
The man crawled over to you and looked up at you and kissed your shoe.
You looked down at him, he was trying to set you up. He was hoping Suho’s gang would shoot you down so he could take the money and drugs.
He thought you were weak.
You pulled the gun from the back of your pants and pulled the safety down.
The man started to cry and hold on to your legs.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Suho growled out.
“Please.. my wife… my child..” He cried out again.
You cocked the gun and pointed it at the man, “I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.” you pulled the trigger.
Everything seemed to get quiet, deadly silent.
Suho looked at you and you looked at him.
“You know, some would say this is fate.” He smirked.
“Listen, I am not going to be one of your little play things, I am not disposable after you’ve gotten your fuck. I worked my ass off to prove myself in this life and I’ll be damned if I play second to you.” You spat.
Looking around, you saw each of your men had a gun pointed at Suho’s and vise versa.
“You could never be my second.”
You looked at him, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You’d be by my side, we control this whole city together. We’d be untouchable.” He said.
You chuckled and bit your tongue, “ So you just want me as a business partner?”
“I want you to be mine.”
You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, to your men.
You walked out the front door and heard Suho say, “You’ll be mine baby girl just wait. Every king needs his queen.”
I walked into my second class on my first day of school and decided to sit next to a group of friendly looking Hispanic girls. As soon as I sat down the table was quiet. Then one girl snickered to another in Spanish “Why is she sitting here? I don’t want her to sit here.” Her friend, who had been in my previous class and had heard my class introduction, blushed and replied to her friend in English “She speaks Spanish.”
That was the first time I could remember being aware of my skin color and the overwhelming implications it held. This was also my first ‘race crisis’.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. How could you grow up unaware that you were black? This isn’t hard to answer. Growing up in an environment where it was normal to be colored and walk into a store and be spoken to in Spanish did not prepare me for how people in other places perceived my skin. My mom spoke Spanish. My grandmother spoke Spanish. Our family friends spoke Spanish. From the music we listened to, to the church we went to, to the the food we ate, everything about me surrounded a Latin-american culture. This was a culture that I knew and belonged to but was excluded from it entirely when I left the melting pot that is New York City.
My crisis continued for years. When the violence broke out in middle school between the African-american gangs and the Hispanic gangs and the students spoke among themselves on who was best I could remember screaming “I don’t know who to side with!” When I got into high school and a class mate told me “You’re the most Mexican black girl I’ve ever met!” I could remember thinking 'Is that a compliment because my family is from Honduras?’
Even now as an adult I find people are constantly trying to restrict me into a specific mold and identity. My home language is Spanish so this must mean I eat tacos. I have kinky hair so this must mean I bang to Meek Mill. For many, I am too black to be Latin and too Latin to be black.
However, that’s not how I see things. I currently live in Texas and my identity is unique because you don’t have many dark skinned girls singing along to bachata around here. I’ve learned though, that just because I don’t fit into one specific mold or the other doesn’t mean I’m any less of who I am.
I’m learning to embrace every aspect of my identity and not let small minds put me in a box that just doesn’t fit. I’m Latina. I’m black. Also, I’m human. No one can take that from me.
‘Back gate, right hand
side, 5 paces away….4….3….2-‘
The sound of a single gunshot piercing through your ear
piece makes your limbs lock momentarily before the sound of a body dropping to
the ground reaches you and you stand up from where you’d been crouched behind
the fence watching the approach of the assassin’s footsteps.
You start sprinting across the shipping yard immediately,
following the map that you memorised in your head as you continue to scan the
area and listen to the directions being given through the ear piece to the
‘Two more have been
sent out. They’re getting suspicious. I give you approximately 3 minutes to
shut everything down. …God. This is so boring-‘
‘Youngbae, shut up.’
You smirk at Jiyong’s quick disciplining of his friends
whining through your earpiece, the shortest man having been wrapped into being
the eyes and ears of the operation back at HQ after he’d suffered a serious leg
injury a few days before which had made him unable to leave the mansion-
something that you’d all heard about far more than you’d have liked to.
The operation you were all on now was simple, a rouge gang
had set up base on the edges of Seoul without permission, and refused to abide
by the rules, and therefore Jiyong had demanded that they be taken out. He’d
given them 2 chances to adhere to the laws of his empire, but after a shoot-out
cropping up in an abandoned factory in Hongdae, and numerous robberies and
raids being staged in the lower Gangnam areas, he’d decided there was only one
option; dispose of the gang responsible.
It wasn’t her destiny, but sometimes the world can get switched around and it seemed to happen a lot to her. She always assumed that she would hate it, she wouldn’t be able to stand the thought of it, but as time grew on she realized she loved it, and that made her dangerous.
"Johnson, we have a meeting in 15 minutes, I want everyone at the table ready to go. This is serious" I tell Jack before walking off to grab plans and notes for tonight’s meeting.
I enter the meeting room and set a schedule infront of everyone’s seat. Tonight was out last meeting before tomorrow’s big plan. We had a huge shipment in and I just knew, Vincent was going to try and interfere. He always did.
"Y/N? CAN YOU COME HERE REALLY QUICK?“ I hear Johnson call me from the top of the basement steps. I rush up cussing under my breath.
"The meeting is starting soon, what the fuck do you need?” I say to jack. That’s when I notice the unfamiliar boy standing next to Dillon.
“The fuck are you?” I ask rudely. I can’t have strangers in this house.
“Im Taylor Caniff, a good friend of Dillon. I was kinda hoping I can join your gang, I feel I’d be a great asset and I-"
"This isn’t a fucking job interview. Dillon, do you trust Taylor 100%?” I look at Rupp.
“Absolutely. I’ve known him almost my whole life.” Dillon says nodding rapidly
“Alright. I’ll think about. Leave and I’ll call you tomorrow with my decision” I say nodding at him to leave my house.
“but don’t you-"
"I’ll get all your info don’t worry babe. Now get out” I say turning towards the boys.
“You really brought someone I didn’t fucking know in this house? What the hell is wrong with you Dillon? You know we can’t do that.” I say glaring at him before stomping back down the steps.
All the guys followed me sitting in their respective seats. Tatyana was on my right while Kenny was on my left. We 3 sat at the head of the specially designed table. On the Right side sat Johnson, Kenny H, Nate, Matt, Swazz and Nash. On the left side sat Gilinsky, Dillon, Sam, Hayes, Derek and Shawn.
“Alright everyone. Nash, what’s the status on the actual shipment?” I ask standing as everyone else sits.
“it’s on its way. It’s still on schedule to arrive at approximately… 9:36 pm.” Nash nods up from his laptop.
“Good. Gilinsky, Johnson, are the trucks and cars ready? Everything packed? I want a checklist of everything you packed now” I turn to look at both boys.
“Well I did the trucks and we have: Specialized Guns, 12 Ak-47’s, 17 Blades, Clubs, and 4 of the bombs made” Gilinsky says reading from a clipboard he has.
“Okay, directly after the meeting, pack the grenades and fire starters, just incase. Johnson, your turn."
"In the cars we have, duffel bags, emergency kits, personal hand guns, personal switch blades and body armor."
"Good, Sam, is the security set up?” The boy stands up and almost knocks shit off the table.
“Yes mam, I went down today to double check and everything’s good. We will be able to see what’s happening from Nash’s laptop.” He nods with his hands behind his back.
“Perfect. Nate, remember the plan for you?” I ask quickly.
“Yes mam, we arrive I get ready and me, you and Dillon walk to the warehouse to retrieve the actual shipment, talk to the man, pay him and get out. If Vincent shows up I call in a code red to Nash and Sam and then Swazz, Derek and Matt come in with their job.” He recites straight from memory.
“Exactly. Hayes and Shawn, you’ll have watch duty. We should be back no later than 12. Dillon you’re coming with me and Nate to the actual deal, everything make sense?” I speak to each one of my men. Everyone nods and says yes as I dismiss them. “Nash” I call before he leaves the room.
“Send me all the info you have on Taylor Caniff. I want in within the next three hours okay?” I say at the boy packing up my things.
“Of course. I’ll have it to you before dinner.” He smiles before walking out of the room and up the stairs.
“I really hope Vincent doesn’t show up" I say to Tatyana and Kenny. I gather my things and walk up the stairs with the two trailing behind me.
Once I reach the top of the stairs I smell delicious food. I look over and see our professional Chef, Jared, making us lasagna with garlic bread I smiled and cheered.
“Dinners almost ready, so everyone wash up” Jared says kindly to us. All the boys rush either to their rooms our fight for the kitchen sick and hallway bathroom to wash their hands first. I roll my eyes and walk up stairs to the bedroom beside mine.
I walk in and see my babygirl standing in her crib. She’s teething so her toy is stuck in her mouth with drool running down her chin and chest.
“Baby girl, are you hungry?” I speak lightly to the little girl. She’s a little over a year old and I love her with my heart. All the guys do. But only they know she exists.
First rule in running a gang, don’t have fucking kids and tell the world. People will come after the child and it will be so much drama.
I named her Nyx, after the Greek goddess who is the embodiment of night and darkness. Her hair is dark but she actually has light eyes. Her skin is fairly tan and her lips are already big.
I carry her downstairs and she gets excited when she sees all her uncles and her aunt.
“PAPA” she squeals when she sees Kendrick. He’s basically her grandfather so she calls him papa.
We all play with her while bring her into the kitchen and at the dinner table. She sits next to me in her high chair while we eat.
We all make casual conversation and to anyone who’s never met us, or doesn’t live with us or even know us, we look like a family. A somewhat normal family, who’s happy and doesn’t worry about anything. But that’s not what we are.
We’re the Norths.
The scariest and best gang in the untied states and probably the world. We’re located in Northern California, hence the name. But only other gangs know that. To regular citizens, we’re the Titans.
Our enemies our the Vipers, or the Wests. Their leader is Vincent Makoff. He’s an asshole rapist and the “father of my child”. Nobody actually considers him the father, we just don’t talk about it. It’s actually best that way.
Our allies are the Easts or the Skulls. We mostly just trade with eachother and help business.
We basically rule over the Souths, they have an “alliance” with the Wests, but they’re way more scared of me and my gang. We mainly use them for information and money.
“So Dillon, you really think Taylor would fit in here?” I say feeding Nyx a small piece of meat.
“I actually do, he’s a good fighter and he can help Kenny make bombs.” Rupp says nodding towards our explosives expert.
“I’ll do a check on him, then I’ll decide by the morning if he can begin training, if he does begin training, I want everyone to treat him like a rookie, no speak of Nyx and no talk about plans infront of him. Understood?” I say my voice booming over the dinner table.
Other gangs find it funny I’m a woman running a gang. They think it’s a weakness but I’m anything but weak. The best way to be a leader is to establish respect with only a little bit of fear, treat your members well and they won’t run off looking for a better leader.
I have a lot more people than just the guys and Tatyana, but they don’t live with me.
After dinner all the guys kiss Nyx goodnight and go off to do whatever the hell boys do. I go up to her room and put her pajamas. I read her a bedtime stories and sing songs to her to help her sleep. When she’s finally asleep I place her in her crib with her favorite blankets and stuffed animals.
I walk into my own room right next to hers and turn on the security system. The rules in this house are, after 9 pm there is no leaving with out permission because our security system is very advanced and if anyone leaves or comes in it goes crazy.
I turn on the camera for Nyxs room so I can see her. I then look at the info Nash sent me on Taylor.
He really has knows Dillon his whole life. Family issues, chill, funny and kinda cute. I look into the darker stuff. He’s been in one other gang, luckily it was a respectable gang I have an alliance with. Apparently he left because he wouldn’t be staying in the same area.
I decide to call taylors old gang leader.
“ahh y/n. Haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you?” I hear the mans voice speak.
“I’m well garret. Though I have a couple questions for you."
"I might have some answers."
"Taylor Caniff was previously with you correct?"
"I feel like you already know the answer to the questions you’re asking, but yes that’s correct” Garret says chuckling.
“Very funny. I was thinking about recruiting him and I wanted your insight before I made any final decisions."
"He was a good kid. I think you’d like him a lot. Hard working and very talented. If you’re asking my opinion which I don’t think you are, I’d say recruit him"
"Alright, that’ll be all. Oh and you’re next shipment of supplies will be there in 2 and a half weeks.” I say pulling up the supplies I was supposed to send him.
“Thanks y/n. Have a nice night”
I hang up the phone and pick up my cell phone. I text Dillon to come to my room.
He knocks on the door before slowly opening it.
“Hey y/n/n. Is Nyx asleep?” He says coming over to my desk and looking at the sleeping infant.
“Yea. So I looked into Taylor and I’m going to recruit him, only if you think I should.” I say as Dillon takes a seat on my bed.
Me and Dillon have been friends even before I was leader. My father got younger guys to handle his important business mainly so my brother could form a brotherly bond with them and things would go over smoothly. But I actually bonded with the guys more than my brother.
“I totally think you should. He’s also good with kids when the time comes, I know you feel bad about always sticking Hayes with watch because he’s young.” Dillon says watching me move to the bed next to him.
“I can’t have just everyone in the house watching her. Do you think he should get to stay here, or should he be one of my field guys?"
"Here. He would get bored in the field and bother us all the time” Dillon laughs throwing his arm around me.
“Alright. I’ll call him tomorrow. Remember I don’t care how close y'all are. When he’s trading he’s nothing but a new kid. Understand?” I say sternly.
“Yes mam.” Dillon says kissing my forehead and walking out of my room.
I fall asleep and prepare for out big day tomorrow.
((Mod here! The guys and I are looking for someone to run the Alana Beck blog and join our little gang of friends! Much like how we got these blogs I want you to message me (mod Zoe) OFF anon with your interest. Once we get a couple of interests we’ll interview you quick to make sure your ideas are along the lines of ours and we’re all a good fit. We’re all pretty chill and only want what’s best for the DEH gang. Let me know and we look forward to meeting you!!))
Part 2 of “Toys that Never Were!” THE BLOO SUPERDUDE!
Back when we were developing Foster’s toys I was in a meeting with our manufacturer to brainstorm ideas for what would make a great Bloo toy. After some frustrating back and fourth on the difficulty of making toys for comedy cartoons, I suggested that if Bloo was sitting in this meeting he would have no problem coming up with what would make a great toy of him…
HE WOULD WANT THE MOST EXTREME TOY EVER MADE!!!
So I developed Bloo’s heroic fantasy version of himself: The Bloo Superdude! My thought was that you could make a toy for a comedy by making a comedic toy! I thought it would be funny to turn Bloo into one of the most absurdly stupid (but awesome) action figures ever! Just make him a pumped up warrior/robot/superhero/rock-star with tons of useless (but awesome) gadgets, weapons, and accessories!
Each Superdude set would come with a basic removable Bloo figure (each with a different expression) and one of the members of the Foster’s gang.
So the Superdude would come with a Mac, his jetpack could come with an Eduardo, additional weapons for his robo-arm could include a Coco, and his chopper came with a bendy Wilt.
That way, if you collected all the sets you would not only have all this Superdude stuff, but you would also have the basic Foster’s gang as well!
Cartoon Network and I loved this idea so much, that in an attempt to convince our manufacturer to make The Superdude, I made a couple of cartoons with him in it and CN made the amazing prototype pictured here.
Despite our best efforts, it didn’t happen. But at least CN was nice enough to let me have the prototype as proof of how absurdly stupid (but awesome) this toy could have been.
So, after a bit of thinking I’ve decided that from today on, Christian Yu will officially be part of our list! I’ll be the one writing for him so go easy on me with the requests please! I’ll try my very best to write for him and give you guys some more, well deserved Rome Christian Yu things! Like, I got kinda sad the other day when I looked thru tumblr and found almost nothing for him…and then when I did just about all of it was smut…Anywho!
Yeah, so! Christian Yu is now officially part of our list. This’ll be fun! DPR we gang gang!! lol ~Red
I’m so nervous adding someone new that only I write for omf please go easy on me guys
Do you wanna build a rook gang?
C'mon let’s go and slay
I never see you anymore, please leave your books, The shroud can wait.
We used to be best buddies, but now we’re not, is it cuz father died?
Do you wanna build a rook gang?
It doesn’t have be called rook gang.
(Evie: fuck off Jacob!)
(Jacob: EVIE FRYE!!…)
Do you wanna build a rook gang,
Ride our carriage down the street. I think some violence is over due, I started kicking off the Templars from the roof.
(Piss off you bloody wanker!!)
It gets a little lonely, screaming obscenities
Watching exploding trains *explosion* (HAHAHAH!)
Do you wanna build a rook gang, it doesn’t have to be called rook gang.
I know you’re in there, Henry’s asking where you’ve been.
Templars need killing and I’m trying to, I’m right out here won’t you just let me in.
We only have each other, it’s just you and me, I’ll blow up Starrick alone
Do you wanna build a rook gang…
Evie: GODDAMIT Jacob that’s the last time I let you see that stupid movie!! I’m trying to track down the shroud!!
Annyeong! I know it’s been forever since the last part came out and I don’t
even have a valid excuse for it other than “Nothing I’ve written so far
satisfied me enough to post it.” I’m also very aware that it sucks I couldn’t
hold up to any of my promises for a while, but I will try harder to keep the
ball rolling and update it at least a little more frequently from now on. Thank
you for not giving up on me and for sticking around even though there was no indication
of when the story would be coming back. Anyways, we’re back in business guys!
Let’s wake up from our eternal slumber.
Summary: You wish your life was normal again, but you know it
will never be the same. Not with what you’ve experienced since joining one of
the most dangerous Gangs in Seoul: Bangtan.
Warnings:Strong Language, Violence – You have been warned.
You woke up from the best sleep you had in weeks. The
sun was shining and the birds were singing a happy song as you stretched your
sleepy body in the morning light.
A quick look next to you indicated Namjoon had already
been up and running the business and a sad feeling was growing in your stomach,
but instead of pouting by yourself all day, you decided it was time to get out
of bed and take a thorough look through your new workplace.
The pain you had felt before was getting less with each
passing hour, making it easier for you to stand up and walk to the locker with
your belongings. You put on some comfortable clothes and as you took the
pendant out of the drawer of your nightstand, the door suddenly opened.
A/N: Another new fandom! If you guys like it, I’ll do more Outsiders imagines in the future. This one’s a little short, though.
Warning: Some swearing.
Summary: Ponyboy and Y/N reflect on their lives and in the beauty of the world while contemplaying a sunset.
Our lifes weren’t easy, but I could escape the reality every once in a while.
I sat in the lot, admiring the gorgeous view, forgetting about all my problems.
peaceful inside, so I let out a sigh ad grinned a little to myself.
was beautiful, and it covered the sky in pink and soft orange shades. It was cathartic
someone sitting beside me. I thought it would be Johnny, but when I looked I
I smiled at
him and he smiled back.
“I’m glad I
can talk about things like these with somebody other than Johnny” He told me,
and I understood perfectly.
He usually had to show them to the guys so they would notice them. But I noticed such things as sunsets myself.
Pony and I were actually very much alike. We both were dreamers, we both were the youngest of the gang, and we both saw the world differently from our friends.
everything we were going though, the rest of the gang didn’t dig these kinda
things. Sunsets, stargazing and nature.
But for us it was the best way to remind ourselves that there was still beauty in the world, that things could stay gold.
“So am I,
Pony” I replied, and leaned my head in his shoulder, linking my arm with his.
thought that they were too busy trying to figure out their lifes to mind things
that simple as a sunset. They were so blinded by all the things wrong in their
lifes to do so.
that there’s something so beautiful in a world so fucked up” I mumbled, still
admiring the view.
Darry had asked me a dozen times to stop using that vocabulary in front of his little brother, but I couldn’t help it.
Replied Ponyboy with a sigh. “But there are, you just gotta look hard enough.”
wish that Darry, Dally and the rest would notice them.”
everything in this fucking life is shitty. Not everything is suffering and
crying and fighting.
also so much beauty hidden sometimes. But when you finally find it…
I glanced at Ponyboy, the lights of the sun setting softy hitting his face and highlighting his sweet facial features. To me, he was as pretty as the sundown, and not only as in physically, but also inwardly. His kindness and good heart didn’t cease to amaze me.
Pony noticed my stare and turned his head to me too. His dark reddish hair shone under the sunlight, and so did his grey greenish eyes, which observed me with a twinkle.
I thought he was going to say something, but he didn’t. Ponyboy was one of the few people I knew that could appreciate the value of silence.
He just smiled at me and layed his lips on my cheek in the softest and sweetest of ways.
I leaned my head back on his shoulder to hide my blushing. I noted how he nervously fidgeted with his hands in his lap as he rested his head on mine.
We didn’t move until the sunset was over. We just enjoyed the moment in silence, feeling the closeness between us and the beauty of the colors of the horizon.
in a while, you can completely forget about everything for just a few minutes.
Because a mere dawn can amaze you with its splendor and take you away. Or a single person.
You caressed the lip of the glass with your index finger and laughed on
cue. The guy sat opposite you leaned over and stroked your cheek with the back
of his hand. He wasn’t the worst guy you’d dealt with, perhaps he was one of
the sweeter ones. He’d bought you a drink, just an orange juice, and insisted
you told him why a pretty girl like you was sat in a bar crying on yet another
fictional birthday. You’d fed him a new story, one that was maybe a little too
close to the truth. You told him all about how you had a daughter who looked so
much like her dad that now he’d walked out on you a few weeks ago, it hurt to
look at her. You told him you were pregnant again with no idea how you were
going to raise two kids since Calum had avoided your existence like the plague.
Brandy picked Liv up to take her to see her dad and you had to act like you
understood Calum’s decision to leave you. You knew he was crashing with one of
the guys but nobody told you who. You weren’t surprised, they closed ranks to
protect their own and right now, you weren’t one of them. You were simply Liv’s
mother and that was it. Brandy had admitted that Cal was in bad shape over
morning coffee but then she’d rushed off like she’d already said too much. For
the first time in your life, you actually felt alone.
“How could anybody walk out on such a sweet girl?” he asked you softly.
“Ask him,” you sighed before bringing the glass to your lips. “I’ve given
up trying to work him out.”
He finished his drink and smiled at you. “Hey, can I give you a ride somewhere?”
You nodded avidly, you needed to get out of here before you started to
think about what you’d led this guy into.
“If you could take me home, that would be great,” you said as you smiled
back and grabbed your bag.
You followed him out and drifted towards the black transit van. The guy
followed you as you started to stumble and clutched your stomach that was
greatly enlarged by a fake bump since you weren’t really showing yet. You rested your hand
against the van and banged it once.
“Are you alright?” the guy asked frantically. “Do I need to call
“I’m fine,” you said as you banged a second time now the guy was closer.
“The baby sometimes kicks and I get a little startled.”
He relaxed and you almost felt sorry for him. You smiled at him, you
wanted him to think you weren’t part of this – that you were blameless so you
could actually get some sleep tonight. The van doors flew open and you tried
your hardest to look surprised. One of the guys jumped out of the passenger
seat and acted like he was dragging you away. The fake knife at your throat
looked real in the dark. You begged him not to use it and even managed a few
convincing screams. The guy shouted at them to leave you alone because you were
pregnant but as soon as you were out of sight, Frankie let go and patted you on
“Damn, did you ever consider a career in acting?” he teased as he opened
the car door for you. “You’re wasted as a trap.”
You rolled your eyes and got into the car. Scar, which was actually his club name you’d discovered, smiled at you and held out the neatly rolled wad of
“You’re getting better at this,” he commented. “It was your most
convincing performance yet.”
“Thanks,” you said as you tucked the money into jean pocket.
You pulled off the wig and threw it into the backseat followed by the fake
bump Scar had somebody find online. You looked at yourself in the hand mirror
you’d thrown into your purse and sighed. How had it come to this? How had you
ended up working with the Vipers’ vice president? You knew how much Calum would
hate it which was what made it so much better. Scar paid you more money, he
didn’t care that you were pregnant – in fact he paid you better for it. He
called it danger money because he knew there was a risk and so did you. But you
had no other choice. You had rent to pay on the new apartment since Calum had
kept the house, you had furniture to buy and baby stuff to pay for.
“Hey, I’ll drive you home,” Scar said which brought you back to whatever
pathetic reality this was. “It’s not safe to be getting a taxi at this time.”
You nodded and put your seatbelt on. “Thanks.”
You stared out at the increasingly familiar streets of the town, before
the Vipers, you hadn’t had much cause to drive out here. It was prettier than
home because the streets hadn’t been tainted with memories of Calum and that
was a rare thing these days.
“How’s your kid?” he asked, Scar seemed genuinely interested in you
sometimes. You knew he had a wife and a couple of kids that lived in a nice
house on the better side of town. They knew nothing about Dad’s club because he
believed the club was his way of life, not theirs. “Her name is Liv, right?”
“Yeah,” you said before biting your lip. “Liv. She’s with her dad tonight
so I’m heading home to silence and it’ll drive me crazy.”
Scar laughed and tapped the steering wheel. “Hey, make the most of it.
Meg, my eldest, is in her little shit phase. She keeps pushing her brother
around and it’s driving my wife crazy.”
“I’m hoping that’s a while off for Liv,” you said with a small laugh. “If
you and Mrs Scar ever want to go out, I’ll happily babysit.”
Scar looked at you and smiled. “Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind, the missus
and I don’t get away much. We’re the kind of parents who want to show the world
every time they smile because they’re proof we haven’t fucked over our lives as
much as we think we have. They’re good kids, clever like their mom.
And they’ll never know how I live my life because my dad got me into this club,
I was raised in it but I don’t want that for my kids.”
“I’m not sure any of us want the gang life for our children, Scar,” you
sighed as you pressed a hand to your stomach. “I don’t want you to think I’m a
bad mother for doing this, I just—”
“I get it. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. You’re trying your
best for your family and how can I judge you for that?”
He stopped outside your apartment building and looked at you. The scar on
his left cheek was prominent under the streetlight and you wondered what his
actual name was.
“I’ll have a couple of the guys stay outside tonight,” he told you. “I
can’t see the guy’s gang coming after you since they think you’ve been captured
but it’s a precaution. Just make sure you come down to the club in the morning
in the same clothes, look a little rough so he thinks you’ve been there all
night. It’ll only take five minutes if the girls do the blood right and you cry a little but I’ll
pay you the hour rate.”
You nodded and gathered your things. “Thanks again for the ride home.”
Scar frowned at something behind you and he moved to get out of the car.
You turned to see what it was which was when your eyes found the figure by the
doors. It didn’t take you long to work out it was Calum. You marched over and
looked around for any sign he’d brought Liv with him.
“Where is our daughter?” you asked him quickly.
He shrugged, the defiant glint in his eyes told you he was looking for
“She’s with Brandy, you never minded leaving Liv with her when it suited
you,” he fired at you.
“That’s real cute,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “So what do you
Calum grinned when he realised who you were with. “I didn’t think you’d be
around here, Scar. Isn’t it a bit too far out for you?”
“I’ve got business to take care of Hood,” Scar said like he was already
bored of Calum’s presence. “I’ll be out of the Hawks’ patch soon. I just wanted
to see your girl home safely – oh wait, sorry,
she’s not your girl anymore, is she?”
Calum looked at Scar with a cold glare. “Tell me, does she still bite her
lip and moan when you find the right spot on her neck? I’m guessing one of your
guys will have found out by now, she’s easy like that.”
Your mouth fell open, your Cal would never have said that about you. Scar
laughed which was a shock to you when he’d been so kind to you. But you saw the
dark look her gave Cal and realised he wasn’t laughing at you, he was laughing
at Cal and he really didn’t like that.
“You still love her,” he said with a shake of his head. “It’s cute,
actually. Sweet. But you don’t talk about women like that, Hood, especially the
mother of your kids. She’s been helping out around the club with some jobs, you
didn’t exactly leave her much choice since your lot has basically exiled her.”
Calum bit his lip then looked away sheepishly. “I didn’t ask them to.”
“Do you want me to stick around until the boys get here?” Scar asked you.
“I don’t mind, Zoe won’t mind either.”
You shook your head, Calum didn’t scare you. “Get home to your kids. They
must be wondering where you are for their bedtime story.”
“What will that be? Little Red in the Hood? Goldilocks and the three gun
deals?” Calum muttered.
Scar tilted his hand and smiled like he was amused. “You keep thinking
you’re funny, Hood. Your bad sense of humour the only thing you’ve really got
right now apart from your daughter.”
Scar gave you one final look to check you were okay before squeezing your
hand. “The boys will be here in five minutes. If he’s trouble, let them know
and we’ll happily make sure the pup gets back to his litter.”
Scar walked by Calum and patted his cheek before getting back into his car
and driving away.
“Why him?” Calum asked you as he stared at the brake lights. “Why the
You put the key in the front door and gestured for Calum to follow you.
You weren’t crazy enough to stand in the street and explain things, you’d
learnt that there was always somebody listening. You silently walked to your
door and unlocked it, the place wasn’t much but it was good enough for you and
Liv. Calum’s eyes drifted over the lounge and kitchen. You kicked the door
closed and threw your keys in a bowl that Brandy had given to you to brighten
the place up. You sat down on the second hand sofa that one of Scar’s lot had
found for you. Calum eventually sat down and looked at you like you were a stranger.
“When Scar says ‘jobs’, what does he mean?” Calum questioned but he
already knew the answer.
You sighed and looked away. Calum stood up and bit the inside of his
“I knew it, I fucking knew it!”
he shouted. “Seth said you weren’t that stupid but I guess I always knew you
better than him.”
“Scar has double the guys watching,” you said defensively even though you
knew it was a weak defence to have. “I need the money, Calum. Seth cut me off,
you only have Liv twice a week so it’s not like I can hold down a fulltime job.
Scar heard about what had happened and he offered to help me out. I don’t know
what you want me to say, Calum. I know it’s dangerous but I can’t ignore that I
need the cash.”
“I want you to say you’ll quit!” Calum yelled with his hands up in the
air. “Tell me that you won’t do any more jobs, tell me that you won’t see the
“I can’t,” you replied. “They’ve been good to be. They helped me find this
place, they don’t call me a whore like you did outside. They respect me and I
like them. I like them a whole lot more than the Hawks right now.”
“You don’t mean that,” Calum said patronisingly. “The Hawks are your
“Family?” you echoed. “Don’t talk to me like a fucking child. Family
doesn’t suddenly stop answering your calls and blame you entirely. I didn’t get
those jobs from nowhere, Calum. Seth
gave them to me, everybody knew about it but now they’re all stroking your back
and cooing at you, saying ‘there, there’ like I’m the only one to blame. But
newsflash, Calum, they were the ones
who offered the jobs! I know it is stupid to do them while I’m pregnant but we
don’t live in a world where I can make money grow on trees and sit around
fanning myself with cash all day. Babies cost money and I can’t sit here watching
Liv go hungry when I could be making quick money while still being a good
mother. Now you can go back and tell your little club that I’m a traitor and
I’m a whore and I’m whatever else you can think of, but don’t you dare go back
there and say I’m not trying.”
Calum stared at you silently for a minute. “I never thought you would turn
on me like this.”
You sighed in annoyance. All of what you had said and his mind had been
stuck on your betrayal.
“I’m tired, Calum, maybe you should go back and tell Seth I’m everything
you never wanted,” you said as you ran a hand through your hair.
“Is this one massive joke to you?”
You looked up at him and shrugged. “I don’t know, it does feel like one
huge fucking joke only the punchline isn’t as funny as I hoped. What do you get if your fiancé leaves and
you’re penniless? Called a whore for trying to make money! I’m not sure
it’ll make it into Christmas crackers this year.”
“You’re not taking me seriously,” he hissed.
“And you’re not listening to me. Pull your head out of your arse and
trying see things from my point of view. I fucked up and you’ve fucked up yet
you’ll only acknowledge the former. Now it’s getting late and I’m tired, go
back to our daughter, Cal.”
He gave you one final look before walking out of the door, slamming it
behind him which didn’t surprise you. You hurried over and put the series of
locks on your door then pressed your back against it. How could things have
gone so downhill for you and Calum? You had been happy once but you guessed
that was going to become a distant memory.
Your phone started ringing in the early hours of the morning, you groaned
when you saw it was Brandy but you answered it anyway because it might be about
Liv. You fought to sit up and held the phone up to your ear.
“Have you ever heard of sociable hours?” you asked her with a gravelly
“Have you heard from Calum?” Brandy questioned you, ignoring your
You sighed, you guessed he’d gone to some bar and drank himself into an
“He left here breathing, if that’s what you mean.”
“This isn’t a time to be the bitter ex,” she scolded you. “He’s missing,
this is serious or I wouldn’t have called at this time!”
You heard the hushed voices in the background and Brandy asked somebody if
they were sure. Brandy sighed and you knew something was wrong.
“What is it?” you asked, your heart suddenly picked up speed.
“We’ve found Calum,” she said but something about her tone threw you off.
You sighed in relief. You still cared about him, of course you did. You couldn’t ignore the fact he was Liv’s father. “Where?”
The phone crackled as somebody took it away from Brandy. You knew Seth’s voice anywhere.
Info: You are part of a gang which the leader is Josh. He has set up a plan of taking revenge on the gang that through him out and formed the group out of people that didn’t like that gang. Which just happened to be you!
Warnings: Violence, Gangs and swearing.
Based off of a vine edit by wot sidemen. All credit for the vine goes to them!
You quickly through on your backpack and ran towards the area. The area was hidden and chosen by Josh. You had everything you would need in your backpack, your phone, your mask and your knife. To everyone else you looked like a school girl coming home from a friends house despite you being dressed in complete black but no one would question it. Your city was known for their gangs and all they knew was that a knew gang was heard to be rising but didn’t know anyone apart of it but they will after tonight.
Haitian Creole Swears (anon says this is an inaccurate source, but provided “macaque” as a minor insult, meaning monkey)
And of course, all the indigenous dialects, like Quechua, certainly have their fair share of slang, but there aren’t any reliable dictionaries with that slang recorded.
It is worth noting that Latin America is home to the largest Japanese population outside of Japan. Argentina has the seventh largest Jewish population. African influence from the slave trades has altered Dominican Spanish in sound, syntax, and idioms. Over 17 million people in Latin America are of Arab origin. So depending on the cultural background of the individual and of their surroundings, the slang used can include colloquial phrases from many other influences besides national language.
Friend groups also have a huge influence in colloquial slang. Mexican rhyming slang, called Caló, is influenced by Pachuco, or the zoot-suit movement. There’s gang slang and cross-language slang (Spanglish, for example).
And as Tumblr can prove, memes and word usage can fold into language with seemingly little reason (adopting an intentional misspelling or incorrect grammatical structure, creating shorthand and personal slang, etc), so of course the best option, if it’s available to you, is to contact a native speaker. lesmotsincomprisis a Brazilian tumblr user who is willing to verify slang terms!
Title: The State of San Andreas, Prologue Pairing: Geoff/Reader, Michael/Reader, female!Jac(k)/male!Reader, Ryan/Reader, Gavin/Reader, Ray/Reader Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 5,182 Summary: Los Santos is a playground for gangs, full of illicit activities, people ready to stab you in the face for personal gain, and idealistic people who pretend these things aren’t going on in their own backyards. The Fake AH Crew is the new gang on the block, but they’ve quickly risen to power so that the whole state of San Andreas is afraid they’ll be next. Six members, each with their own skills and abilities wreck havoc whenever there’s something in it for them, and nothing seems to be able to stop two people from the wrong side of town, a madman, a rogue officer of the LSPD, a car buff and a video game enthusiast. They are not to be fucked with, but that doesn’t stop people from trying. A/N: So after talking about it for ages, the GTA V AU is finally here! Just as a heads up, each member of the Fake AH Crew ends up being involved with a different Reader, so there’s 6 instead of one! If you have any questions or whatever, please feel free to drop a message in the ask box!
Romeo and Juliet, that’s what your life felt like right now. It was like you were part of some tragic love story, everything you thought wouldn’t happen to you did. You wanted to run away from it all, every last bit of it. You wanted to escape to a place far away with him, where no one knew who either of you were.
You had fallen in love with the enemy, someone you were taught to hate become the most important person in your life. The man you couldn’t live without, Min Yoongi more commonly known as Suga.
You were a member of the notorious gang Block B. Your older brother and Block B’s leader Zico had always been good friends so after your brother left the country Zico took on the responsibly of watching over you. He brought you into his gang and you were what people called his wild card.
“Let y/n go, she’s the best one to handle this situation and you know it” Ukwon said.
“I can’t send her to meet our rival gang are you crazy?! What if they kidnap her?” Zico said “I can’t put her life at risk”
“You know that she’s the best one for a situation like this! We’re all brawn but she’s brain! She’ll be able to cleanly settle matters and honestly you underestimate her” Kyung said.
“She’s one of the scariest people I know! Trust me when I say she knows how to take of herself” P.O said hoping to change his leader’s mind.
Recently your rival gang, BTS, had set foot on Block B territory. Usually Zico would have just attacked but they were associated with TOPP DOGG a rather large and dangerous gang. Since you came into the picture Zico has tried to mellow down his temper and rage blinded actions.
Right now his gang members and closest friends were trying to convince him to let you go and talk to BTS since you were best with words. You were kinda like their lawyer or legal advisor if you wanted to put a title to it. However like P.O said you were one scary person, you were a former biker and street racer as well as a trained fighter. All in all you weren’t someone to be taken lightly.
“Call her in” Zico said as Jaehyo ran down to get you.
“Hey sweetheart” Jaehyo said “Zico wants to see you” he said as he flung his arm around your shoulder.
“I can do without the sweetheart and unnecessary skinship Jae” you said as you removed his arm from around you.
“What does it matter you’re gonna be my girl someday anyway” Jaehyo said. He always had a thing for you and it’s not that you hated him it’s just he wasn’t really your type.
“I wonder what Zico would have to say if he heard that” you said as Jaehyo’s face turned white. Even though he was two years older than him Jaehyo knew how scary and protective Zico was of you.
You laughed as Jaehyo followed behind you yelling at you to not tell Zico. You walked into the room that Zico and the rest of the guys were in. The ambiance seemed a little heavier than usual and you could tell that something serious was about to happen.
“What’s up?” You asked “you rarely call me to your ‘office’” you said as you sat down.
“Y/n I need you to do me a favor” Zico said.
“I heard Zico’s sending one of his stooges to do his dirty work” RapMon said.
“Whoever he send we’ll be ready” Jin said.
“He’d sending one of his smart guys meaning he doesn’t wanna a pick a fight this time” J-Hope said.
“Zico, the leader of one of the most feared gangs isn’t going to pick a fight?! Wow what happened did he get a girl?” Jungkook said.
“Don’t know but whatever he’s got up his sleeve we better be ready for it” RapMon said “Suga you’ll be meeting this guy and take Jimin and bunch of other guys with you” Suga nodded in response as he stood up.
“It’s been a while since something interesting happened around here” Suga said as he stretched “this is gonna be fun” he said with a smirk before walking off.
Zico had told you that you’d be meeting this BTS guy at a club called 'Time Control’ you had been there one too many times considering the owner was Jay Park one of Zico’s closest friends. Honestly you knew nothing about BTS expect for the fact that Jimin was a part of it and the only reason you knew Jimin was because he was a street racer like you.
You walked into the club with a couple of Zico’s men following close behind you. As you walked in you caught the attention of well basically every guy but there was one guy that caught your attention and that was Suga. He was staring starlight at you his gaze never leaving yours. Little did you know that that man was actually your enemy.
Suga couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
“What is she doing here?” Jimin said
“You know her?” Suga asked
“We used to street race together, she’s got quite the tongue on her, not someone you wanna mess with. No one knew anything about her except for the fact that she was dangerous” Jimin said as Suga had this smirk on his face.
You noticed a familiar face standing next to the guy that caught your attention. Your heart sank for a moment as you realized that those were the guys from BTS. You let out a small sigh as you continued to approach them.
“Well well well who do we have here?” Jimin said “long time no see y/n” he said with that annoying smug face of his.
“And thank God for that” you said as Suga tried to hold back a laugh.
“I’d love to stay and catch with you but sadly we’re meeting someone here so if you could just bugger off” Jimin.
“Ah yes your meeting with Block B over you being in their territory” you said as Jimin and Suga looked beyond shocked.
“How does a pretty girl you know information like that?” Suga asked as he stood next to Jimin.
“Because I’m from Block B” you said and you wished that you could recorded Jimin and Suga’s reaction “so shall we get down to business” you attacked as if you just said the most normal thing ever.
“I never thought Zico would send a girl to deal with his matters, he really has chickened out hasn’t he” Suga said.
“I would advise that you keep those pretty little lips of yours shut! Don’t forget you are on Block B territory and this club belongs to one of Zico’s closest friends” you said as you crossed your arms across your chest “so unless you have a sudden death wish I suggest you sit down and shut up for the remainder of this little meeting” your tone was cold but sexy and this didn’t go unnoticed by Suga.
“Ah I see that’s why he sent you, that tongue of yours is poisonous. I did hear that Zico was going to use brain over brawn this time, it would seem to true” Suga said “go and tell you precious little leader that if he wants his territory back he’s gonna have to fight us for it” this wasn’t going to be easy but then again you liked a little challenge.
“That’s cute you think you have a chance against us! Listen here you little shit this place has belonged to Block B for the past three years you think you can just walk in and take it HA! There’s the joke of the century! Step off while you still can pretty boy before you regret it” you said.
“Hyung I just remember something else about her I heard that Ahn Jaehyo had a girl that he had been crazy about for years and that she was also a part of Block B, she was also considered to be the younger sister of Zico. I think that girl was y/n” Jimin whispered Suga as his hands balled into fists.
Ahn Jaehyo’s girl! You were Ahn Jaehyo’s girl!! That’s when Suga snapped he didn’t know why but he hated hearing that you were someone else’s girl especially someone from Block B.
“I really should applaud Zico for sending out his little sister and also Ahn Jaehyo for sending out his girl. It just goes to show what cowards they are, sending a woman to a mans job” Suga said.
You were about the say something when the sound of police sirens interrupted you. “Fuck” you thought to yourself as the whole club was in chaos. Zico’s men had already run out without you, boy were those guys dead. Suddenly you felt someone grab your wrist and run. You noticed that it was Suga but for some strange reason you didn’t stop him.
You both kept running till you reached a secluded ware house. You were both heavily panting as you leaned against the wall. Suga suddenly burst out laughing as you gave him a confused look.
“Why are you laughing?” You asked.
“Because I just pictured Zico’s face when he realizes that his previous little sister his with someone from BTS. What I wouldn’t pay to see the look on Ahn Jaehyo’s when he finds out his girl is with me” Suga said as he stood up straight and walked a little ahead of you.
“He’d probably be planning out your murder and I am NOT Ahn Jaehyo’s girl!! He just goes around proclaiming that himself, the guy isn’t even an inch close to my ideal type and besides Zico would kill him if he even dared to date me” you said as you continued to lean against the wall.
Suga felt a sigh of relief leave him, you weren’t Jaehyo’s girl. His heart felt a little lighter but at the same time heavier. It was beating faster and faster and he couldn’t pin point why. He turned around to look at you, you looked breathtaking.
“We’re still gonna take Zone Zero (Block B’s territory) it belonged to someone else before Block B and now it will belong to BTS” Suga said.
“I love how optimistic you are but Zone Zero has and always will belong to Block B” you said “so take your little ass and scurry off elsewhere your faggot” Suga charged towards you till his face was literally only an inch away from yours.
“What did you say?!” Suga asked in a husky voice, his satori accent coming out.
“I said take your little ass and scurry off elsewhere your faggot” you said not at all scarred of the look he was giving you.
“Fuck you’re sexy” Suga growled “do wanna kiss me as much as I wanna kiss you?” He asked as your whole body seemed to heat up.
“Do you know who you’re fucking talking to?!” You said.
“Yeah, I’m talking to my woman!” Suga said but before you even had a chance to protest he crashed his lips into yours.
You tried to push his away but his grip on your hips was too strong. You found yourself slowly melting into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His tongue slipped into your mouth as it fought for dominance with yours. He pulled you closer to his body as he titled his head in an attempt to deepen the kiss. His hands were under your shirt as he caressed the soft skin of your back. You both moaned into the kiss as every cell in your body felt like it was on fire.
He pulled away from the kiss giving you both a moment to breathe. His head rested against yours as there was a smirk plastered on his face.
“I was right, that tongue of yours is definitely poisonous” Suga said with that smirk still plastered on his face.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to kiss me again faggot?” You asked as Suga chucked.
“With pleasure” Suga said as his lips were on yours once again.
You honestly don’t know how long you and him have been kissing, all you knew was that this was something that you didn’t want to end. You were in a world of your when the sudden calling of your name snapped you back to reality. You pulled away from the kiss as Suga’s lips trailed across your jaw and down you neck.
“Suga” you said in a whisper like voice.
“Hmm?” He hummed against your skin.
“Suga move they’re looking for me I have to go” you said.
“Don’t go! I don’t want you to go” Suga said as he nuzzled his face up into your neck and pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and your hands were tangled up in his hair.
“I have to go otherwise Zico is gonna start a war” you said as Suga finally pulled away.
“I wanna see you again” Suga said.
“Meet me tomorrow over here at midnight and don’t be late” you said before pecking his lips “and don’t think that I’m letting you have zone zero just cause we kissed” you smiled and then kissed him again before walking away.
“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Suga said as he reluctantly let go of you “we’ll how that works out babe” he winked at you as he watched you walk away with a smile on his face.
“What just happened? Did I just kiss a BTS member?! Fuck!” You thought as you were back at Block B’s lair. You knew that if anyone found out you and Suga would be dead but you couldn’t help but wanna see him again.
Suga felt the same way as he crashed down on his bed. His mind was filled with thoughts about you, he had only just met you but he wanted to know everything about you. He wanted to kiss you and hold you and tell you how much he already loved you. He didn’t care that you were from another gang, a rival gang, none of that bothered him. All he wanted was you.
“Are you ok? I heard the cops were at the club” Zico asked as he sat down on your bed.
“I’m fine Jiho you worry too much” you said. You were one of the few people that ever got to call him by his real name.
“What happened with those BTS bastards?” Zico asked.
“They said they’d put up a fight and that you should be ready” you said “Zico don’t rage war with them! They’re like kids, new to the scene and hot blooded, it’s not worth it” you rubbed his arm in an attempt to calm the anger you could see boiling in him.
“Yeah you’re right, get some rest it’s been a long day for you” Zico said and you knew that he wasn’t going to consider your words at all, that’s how hot headed he was.
The next day Suga walked around almost aimlessly. He never wanted the sun to set and for night to come faster than this before. His strange behavior didn’t go unnoticed by his members as they started to question him. It didn’t them long to figure out that he had met a girl and Jimin had obviously been smart enough to put two and two together.
“Hyung that girl you met it’s y/n isn’t it?!” Jimin said as he pulled Suga aside.
“Yeah it is” Suga said without any hesitation.
“Hyung are you crazy?! She’s part of Block B! Our rival gang!! And she’s Ahn Jaehyo’s girl what are you gonna do if he finds out?!” Jimin said.
“First of all she’s not Jaehyo’s girl, she’s mine! And second do I look like I care what gang she’s from?!” Suga said as Jimin just gave up on trying to persuade him.
“I’ll keep it from the others for now but they’re gonna find out sooner or later and for her own safety I suggest you reconsider your decision. If Block B finds out she’ll be the first one they kill, you don’t know how ruthless they can be” Jimin said before Suga just walked off.
Soon the sun set as the moon had finally risen. You were in your room trying to kill time as you still had two hours till midnight. You sat on your bed reading one of your books when suddenly you heard a noise. At first you ignored it but then it grew a little louder and you realized that someone was throwing pebbles at your window.
You got up from your bed with a grunt thinking that it was Jaehyo. He would sometimes come to your window asking you come out clubbing with him to which you’d always reply no. You opened your window ready to yell at whoever it was but you whole mood changed when you saw who it was.
“Hey beautiful” Suga said with with a huge smile.
“Suga what are you doing here? We’re supposed to meet in two hours!” You said in a whisper like yell.
“You told me not you be late, you didn’t say anything about being early” Suga said as you rolled your eyes at his cheesy excuse “so are you gonna come down or do I have to come up?!” He said with a smirk.
“Wait! I’m coming down!” You said before closing your window and grabbing your jacket. You walked out of your house with ease as Zico was out with the rest of Block B. They had gone to some club for a party and you knew they wouldn’t be back till the early hours of dawn.
You walked out of the house and saw Suga standing there with his hands in his pockets as he kicked around a pebble and stared at the ground. You walked up to him and hit him on the arm causing him to jump and yell out a quiet yet loud 'oww’
“What was that for?!” Suga said “I come early and this is the treatment I get! Isn’t my early arrival at least worth a kiss” you laughed at his reaction before hitting him again.
“Shut up! Why are you here so early?!” You said.
“Cause I wanted to see you and I couldn’t wait any longer” Suga said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and peppered your neck with kisses
“Suga not here! Let’s go before someone sees us!” You said and tried to push him off of you.
“First give me a kiss!” Suga said.
“I’ll give you all the kisses you want if you move so that we can leave!” You said and finally managed to push him off.
“I’m holding you on that” Suga said as he grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and running towards that old warehouse.
The minute you reached the warehouse Suga pulled you against him and wrapped his arms around your waist. He didn’t even give you a second to think as he crashed his lips into yours. You were taken a back for a moment before you eased into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. His tongue invaded your mouth dominating yours easily. You laughed into the kiss causing you to pull away, he smiled and kissed you cheek before you both sat down.
The two of sat as you head rested on his shoulder while your fingers were laced with his. You told each other your stories and how y'all ended up in your gangs. Suga kissed your head as you told him all about your brother and Zico. You didn’t even realize how fast time was going by when you looked at your watch and saw that it was already five in the morning. At some point you and Suga had dozed off, you jumped up out of his arms causing him to fall on the ground.
“Yah! What was that for?!” Suga said in a sleepy voice.
“It’s already five o'clock! I’ve got to get back home before Zico and the others!” You said as you fixed yourself up a little.
“What are you Cinderella? Relax babe I’m here aren’t I? I’ll fight off that ass for you!” Suga said as me stood up and pulled you into a back hug. He smiled and left a long kiss on your neck which made you giggle a little before pushing him away.
“Come on we have to go” you said pecking his lips as he pouted.
“Fine come on I’ll walk you home” Suga said as he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours.
Suga kept kissing you as he walked you home and you were thankful that no one in Block B was an early riser. It didn’t take very long to reach home as you stood in front of your house with Suga still holding onto your hands. He rested his forehead against yours as he let out a long sigh.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” You asked.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” Suga asked with that smug look of his.
“That depends” you said “do you want me to want you to kiss me?” You asked making Suga laugh.
“Yes, very much!” He said as you smiled.
“Then why are we still talking” you said before Suga smiled and connected his lips with yours. The kiss was slow and sweet different from the ones before. He pulled away before pecking your lips once more.
“You know I love you right?” Suga said.
“I don’t know, do you?” You asked as Suga frowned.
“Yah! I love you ok!! I love you! I love you! I love you!” Suga said as he peppered your face with kisses before picking you up and spinning you around.
“Ok I got to go now” you said.
“Wait!” Suga said as he held onto your wrist.
“Don’t you have something you wanna say to me?” Suga said with a smile.
“No actually” you said.
“Y/n~” Suga said in a whiny tone.
“Ok ok I love you too” you said as you cupped his cheeks and have him a quick kiss “I’ll see you later, bye” you walked off as he continued to watch you till you got into your house.
Little did you know that someone was watching you and Suga and that person was Kyung. He was Zico’s best friend and right hand man, he was someone that Zico would trust with his life and he was also unknown to you your bodyguard. Zico had instructed him keep an eye on you at all times which he did religiously. The worst part about this all was he knew exactly who you were with, BTS’s Suga.
“Don’t lie to me Kyung!” Zico said as he slammed his hands onto the table in front of him.
“When have I ever lied to you? And would you honestly think I’d make something like this up?!! This is about y/n and I know better than anyone else what she means to you” Kyung said.
“I’m gonna kill that bastard!!” Jaehyo yelled “how dare he touch my woman?!!” Jaehyo was about to run out the door when Ukwon stopped him.
“Taeil go and bring y/n to me, we need to talk” Zico said as Taeil nodded and left.
“Talk?! This is no time for talking!! We have to find and kill that bastard before he hurts her!” Jaehyo yelled.
“I know!! But I still have to talk to her!!” Zico yelled as Jaehyo shut up and just walked out of the room.
You were busy talking with some of the gang members when Taeil came up to you and told you that Zico wanted to see you. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you sat down in front of Zico. You were about to say something when suddenly Zico turned around and slapped you. You were in utter shock, he’d never hit you before.
“Z-Zico?” You said in a soft voice.
“You betrayed us! How dare you fall in love with a bastard like that?! Did he trick you or threaten you? Did you give out information about us?!! Why the fuck were you with a BTS member? And not just any member you were with Suga!! BTS’s right hand man!” Zico yelled as you could feel the tears swell up in your eyes.
“I love him” you said as Zico gave you a dangerous look.
“What?!” Zico asked
“I said I love him! I was with him because I love him!! He didn’t trick me or fool me!! I was with him by choice and I could care less about what gang he’s from!!” You yelled back only to be slapped again by Zico.
“Take her out! I don’t want to look at her!” Zico said
“Don’t hurt him!” You yelled “I’ll take all the blame and the beating but please don’t hurt him please” you said as you sobbed away.
“I said take her away!!” Zico yelled as P.O and B-Bomb dragged you out and tied you to a chair. Everyone in the gang soon found out and you were now seen as a traitor.
“Where have you been?” Jin asked
“I couldn’t sleep so I went out for a walk” Suga said.
“Don’t lie hyung!” RapMon said
“Jimin told you guys didn’t he?” Suga said
“Are you crazy?! Do you know what will happen to you or rather to her if they find out?!” RapMon said.
“They already know” an unfamiliar voice said as the BTS members turned around to see who it was.
“Who the fuck are you?!” Jungkook asked.
“I’m P.O from Block B and one of y/n’s oldest friends!” P.O said.
“What are you doing here?” J-Hope asked
“Suga y/n is in danger! Zico and everyone found out about you two and y/n has taken all the blame onto her self!” P.O said.
“They wouldn’t hurt her! She’s part of the gang and Zico is there he wouldn’t let anything happen to her!” Jimin said.
“It doesn’t matter who she is, she’s seen as a traitor now and they will kill her! I know because they’ve done this before! Please Suga please help her!” P.O pleaded.
“This could be a trap” Taehyung said.
“I don’t care I’m going!!” Suga said as he followed P.O to where you were.
You were tired, bleeding and in pain, your hands hurt from the intensity of the rough rope and all you wanted to do was cry. Suddenly you felt a gun being pointed at your head as you looked up to see Jaehyo with tears in his eyes.
“I loved you for so many years and yet you go and choose the bastard enemy over me?!!” Jaehyo yelled.
“What are you waiting for? You never hesitated when it came to me before! Go ahead and shoot if that’s what will make you happy” you said with a smirk.
“You’re still a bitch!” Jaehyo said.
“I know and Jaehyo” you said as you looked at him “I’m sorry” Jaehyo just burst into tears as he pulled the gun away and walked out of the room you were in.
They continued to beat you as you cried out in pain.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!!” Suga yelled as he punched the guys that were hitting you “y/n! Y/n! Are you ok? Look at me” Suga cupped you cheeks that were covered in bruises.
“Suga, you’re here! W-what are you-?” You said before looking up and seeing P.O.
Suddenly there was a loud grunt of pain as one of the gang members had hit Suga from the back. You yelled out as they beat him up with whatever they could. You cried out for them to stop but they didn’t listen. One of them was coming to whip you when Suga shielded you taking the whip onto his own back. They continued to whip him as he just stared at you. You were crying and still yelling for them to stop.
“Shh~ ahh!!! It’s ok” Suga said in a soft voice as he clenched his teeth in pain.
“Yoongi” you called out softly as he looked at you with pure adoration “I love you” you said as you rested your forehead against his.
“I love you too so, so, so much more” Suga said as you continued to cry.
The sound of the whip stopped as you looked to see the BTS members standing there. You felt your hands being untied as Suga was pulled away from you. Someone picked you up bridal style, you looked over and saw that it was Jin the eldest member of BTS. Taehyung and Jimin held up Suga as they carried you both out of the room only to meet with Zico.
“Move!” RapMon said
“You have something of ours” Zico said.
“Clearly she’s not wanted here so we’ll just take her!” Jin said.
“If you want her you’ll have to go through me!” Suga said as he pushed himself up and walked in front “she’s my girl and I’ll protect even at the cost of my own life!” Zico looked over and saw what they had done to you.
He remembered the promise he made to your brother and felt a sudden pang in his heart. He couldn’t believe that he had hurt you, that he had allowed his own gang to hurt you while his enemies were protecting you. He knew what he had to do.
“Take her” Zico said
“What?” Suga asked
“Take her, love her, protect her and keep her safe, but most importantly never do what I did and that was betray her” Zico said.
Suga walked over to you as he took you into his arms, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he gently kissed your forehead. You were in tears as he just rested his forehead against yours and calmly shushed you as he rocked your body from side to side.
“You’re stuck with me now” Suga said as you laughed “and I’m gonna love the shit out of you!” He kissed you lips as you smiled.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way” you said.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Suga asked
“No why?” You said knowing exactly where this was going.
“Yah” Suga said softly
“Ok ok I love you too” you said as you both smiled before he kissed you again vowing to hold, protect and love you and to never let you go ever again.