#i love how many young drivers look up to him already n he's only 26

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next door X - a Pierre Gasly series

hey babes - sorry that it took me so long to post another part of this story. but here it is! Enjoy! ♥️

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pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: language, SMUT (minors dni)

word count: 4.2k

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Monday - the start into the Christmas week.

And there were many festivities coming up for Pierre and you, so that you could hardly see each other. On Tuesday Pierre would already left for Faenza to attend the annual Christmas party of Alpha Tauri. So he would be back in Milan by Wednesday, but at that day there was your Christmas dinner at work. On Friday, was already Christmas Eve and Pierre's flight would be in the morning to his parents in Rouen. You only had today or Thursday evening to spend with each other.

You came home from work in the early evening and went straight to the shower. Before Christmas it was especially stressful at work and you needed a cold shower to come down. Pierre and you didn't made plans for today yet. You had only exchanged messages this morning at work, but nothing more.

It is important to both of you, that everyone has their space and time for themselves. This would also strengthen the trust of your still very young relationship.

Relationship. That sounded so weird to you. After more than one and a half years you had a boyfriend again. A younger one, who is also very attractive and a known racing driver. When you think about it like that, it just sounded totally unreal.

Meanwhile you sat on your couch and made yourself comfortable with a glass of wine. Your cell phone display lit up and you began to hope that it was Pierre after all. Wrong: it was the group chat with your 3 best friends. They asked for a wine evening via Zoom. Since you didn't have plans anyway, already opened a bottle of white wine and actually canceled meetings with them far too often, you accepted the invitation. You set up your laptop on your dining table and made yourself comfortable in one of the lounge chairs.

"Oh my God!" your friends are squeaking in chorus as you join the Zoom meeting.

"The queen graces us."

You toasted to your girlfriends with your wine glass and patted yourself on the back.

"How are you? I feel like I haven't seen you in ages."

"I'm doing great - going to Milan was the best decision in my life. I love my new job, I'm having an incredible amount of fun, the city is beautiful, I live in this unbelievably amazing apartment..." you gushed and your friends were listening spellbound.

"And what about the neighbor?" the friend, you spoke to on the phone just last week, interrupts you.

"Wait a minute, what neighbor?" the other one asked, looking at you through the screen with wide eyes. You rolled your eyes and took a big sip from your wine glass. Sooner or later they would find out and preferably they should hear it from you.

"Tell me who is this ominous neighbor?!"

"His name is Pierre Gasly and he is a French racing driver in Formula 1." your friend took the answer away from you.

You leaned back in your chair, she should tell first what she had found out about Pierre.

"Look at him!" she said, holding up a photo of Pierre on her phone into her laptop camera, "Unbelievable, isn’t he?".

"Wow, that's what I call a handsome man. But he's younger than you, right?"

"He's 26! 26!!!" again your friend answered for you.

"Can you shut up and let Y/N talk?"

You were very amused by the whole situation. It felt like you have never left Munich. Calming down, you raised your hands and leaned forward to get closer to the laptop. Your friends continued to look at you with big eyes, waiting for you to speak.

"Yes, he's younger and really attractive." you smiled to yourself, making your friends squirm.

"So?"

"So what?" you asked innocently, taking another sip from your wine glass.

"Why are we talking about this hot and young neighbor? There's something you're not telling us..."

Again you just grinned and stroked the back of your neck with one hand, "What can I say...I guess I am not single anymore."

"I knew it! But no, there's nothing going on between the two of you!" your friend almost shouted upset and imitated you. The other two were also kinda shocked at first, however they were happy for you.

"Tell us everything. What's he like?"

"He really has a great character and his heart is in the right place. We used the last 2 weeks intensively to get to know each other better and since a few days we decided to date."

"And how is the sex?"

"You don't ask that..."

"I couldn't give you an answer anyway." you smiled at your friend's curiosity.

"Wait. What? You actually bought a pig in a poke?" she asked incredulously.

"Well, we've only had oral sex so far."

You had no problem talking openly with your girlfriends about your sex life. Ever since you were teenagers, you talked about these topics and even years later you were still giving each other advice or were talking about certain intimate stories and experiences.

"Sorry if I'm being so forward..."

"That's new!" you laughed.

"We've known each other for so long and if he wasn't good in bed, you would never have said yes to be in a relationship with him."

You pressed your lips hard together and automatically thought back to how incredibly well he ate you out and fingered you. Sex in a relationship is incredibly important to you and if the chemistry in the bedroom wasn't right, the relationship would be doomed to fail in your opinion.

Your friend indicated an ever-widening gap with her index fingers, grinning mischievously.

"Forget it! I'm not going to tell you how big his dick is!" you laughed as well.

"Oh, come on." she said disappointedly, "Is it at least a boyfriend dick?".

You smirked at that term, "You have no idea.".

Just as your friends were about to ask you more about Pierre and his sexual skills, there's a knock on your door.

"Is that the sexy neighbor?”

"You mean her boyfriend!"

"Open the door. I want to see him!"

"Oh my god, you guys. Calm down..."

You got up from your seat, "Behave yourselves and don't be too awkward, will you?".

As you left the table to go to your front door, you heard getting huffy comments about your statement.

You opened the door and a gasping out of breath Pierre stands before you.

"Ma belle!" he greeted you joyfully and took your face in his hands to kiss you. In the background you two heard increasing "Awww”‘s.

Pierre interrupted the kiss and looked confused in the direction of your laptop.

"I'm having a spontaneous, virtual wine night with my girls." you explained in a near whisper and Pierre nodded in understanding, "Then maybe I should say hello...".

Without you prompting him, he walked up to the laptop and propped himself up on the tabletop, "Bonjour, ladies!".

He smiled mischievously at the camera and you saw the effect he had on your friends after just a few seconds. They were fascinated by him.

"I'm sorry to crash your wine date. However, I need my girlfriend's expertise urgently."

Your friends could barely get their words out and stammered something to themselves.

"I hope to see you in real life soon. Have a nice evening." smiled Pierre and slowly closed your laptop.

"I'll call you!" you shouted before he closed the laptop completely.

"I guess, I'm not supposed to know what you were talking about?" he asked as he turned back to you.

"Better not..." you whispered against his lips and kissed him passionately in response. After a few moments you detached yourself from him. Only now you noticed that there sweat was on his forehead.

"Why are you so sweaty?"

"Oh!" he said and jogged casually back to your front door, "I have something to show you!".

Skeptically, you followed him. You couldn't place his exuberant joy. Arriving at the door, you saw what was already waiting for you in the hallway: piles of boxes.

"Pierre... what's this?"

"Christmas decorations!" he said proudly, standing right next to the boxes.

"Oh my god!" you gasped in shock. You weren't in the mood for that at all.

"I want to spice up my apartment a little for the holidays and since I already have the world's best interior designer as my girlfriend, I should take advantage of it."

"You're effectively not here as of tomorrow. There's no point in decorating for Christmas."

"Exactly, the only chance left is today!"

Pierre couldn't be dissuaded from his plan, so you helped him carrying the boxes into his apartment.

Half an hour later, you had roughly inspected the contents of the boxes and were putting together a rough concept with the existing decorations in your head.

Pierre, on the other hand, was setting up a small, artificial Christmas tree in the corner of his living room. He was clearly enjoying it and humming Christmas carols to himself. You shook your head with a smile and began to unpack the first decorations out of the boxes. It was still a mystery to you how anyone could love Christmas that much. However, his anticipation was very contagious and so it was easy for you to decorate Pierre's apartment for Christmas.

Although you would call yourself the Grinch, you'll turned Pierre's living area into a cozy winter wonderland. Not too tacky, but still Christmasy enough. Pierre is thrilled and stands in the living room with both hands on his hips to look at everything.

"You really have talent! Ever thought of doing your own business?"

You laughed as you put the leftover decorations back into the boxes, "Too much paperwork!".

Pierre turned to you and helped you pack. In a few minutes, everything was stowed and the boxes were put away in his storage closet. Satisfied, you look at each other. "Good teamwork!" said Pierre with a smile and pulled you closer to him, into a tight hug.

Pleasurably you breathed in his scent and wrapped your arms around his neck. His presence just did you good.

"Thank you." purred Pierre into the crook of your neck and then gave you a loving kiss on the forehead. You looked up to him, into his wonderful blue eyes. You were hopelessly addicted to this man. Pierre puts his forehead against yours, your noses touched. You closed your eyes and you felt his breath on your Cupid’s bow. You two stayed in this position for a few seconds, enjoying the intimacy. Then his lips gently rested on yours. Only too gladly you intensified the kiss and open your mouth. Pierre immediately took this chance and let his tongue slip into your mouth.

After a few minutes, you break off your kiss. Your faces are still close to each other. He puts his hands on your hips to keep you close to him.

"I have to get up very early tomorrow." he sighs against your lips.

"I know..." you whisper disappointedly.

"I would love to take you with me."

"Next time."

Pierre smiled at the thought of taking you to Alpha Tauri's next official event.

"See you on Thursday night?" you asked as Pierre walked you to your apartment door.

"Absolutely!" Pierre agreed immediately and you two kissed goodbye again, "Bonne nuit, ma belle.".

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The time without Pierre passed by slower than expected. In the last 2 weeks you saw each other every day, it almost seemed like you were in rehab now. How should you get through the holidays? You are almost embarrassed by your thoughts. Never before have you felt so dependent on the affection and touch of a single man.

Pierre sent you some photos of his stay in Faenza. Among other things, photos and selfies of himself in a suit. He is so insanely attractive, that it was almost outrageous.

A day later you returned the favor and sent him photos of you in a festive dress, elegant but still sexy. Pierre showered you with compliments. He would love to be with you and rip the dress off your body. He couldn't wait to see you on Thursday.

It was already afternoon as you start preparing for your dinner together. For the love of Pierre you had also decorated your apartment a little for Christmas, very discreetly though.

You are excited. You couldn't even explain why. You are just happy to see him again and spend time with him.

You quickly set the table while the food simmers on the stove and in the oven.

Afterwards you freshened up and put on the new lingerie set with the suspenders and stockings that you bought a few days ago. It's supposed to be a surprise for Pierre, so at least he had something to unwrap. Over it you wore a knee-length black silk dress with spaghetti straps. You left your hair open with light curls and put on a scarlet-red lipstick.

As you lit the last candles, there was a soft knock on your door. Your heart beats faster and before you opened the door to Pierre, you checked yourself once more in the mirror, stroke your dress straight and fixed your hair.

With an enchanting smile, you greeted Pierre, whose eyes immediately widened at the sight of you. His mouth was slightly open with excitement and his eyes examined your body several times.

"Are those for me?" you broke the silence and pointed to the large bouquet of red baccarat roses.

Pierre shook his head slightly to wake up from his daydream of you, "Of course, ma belle!".

Gratefully, you took the bouquet and lead the way. On the way to your living area, you wiggled extra with your butt to get Pierre already a little heated. The whole days you were excited and today would have been the last chance for a common night in a longer time.

Your plan worked out. Pierre's gaze immediately wandered to your butt, which was perfectly displayed in the silk dress. His mouth went completely dry, he would have loved to just grab you and fuck you right on the dining table. He wants nothing more than to make love to you. The little teasing and oral sex were great, but he finally wanted to feel you completely.

After putting the flowers in a vase of water, you finally turned to Pierre.

"I can't remember ever getting such a great bouquet of flowers!" you gushed, putting your arms around his shoulders, "Thank you!".

"You look beautiful." sighs Pierre, running his fingers along your sides, over the soft fabric of your dress. His delicate touches and the French accent had you wet right away. How on earth were you going to get through this dinner.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?" you asked Pierre almost impatiently, "By the way, the lipstick is kiss-proof!".

Pierre grinned and pressed a loving kiss on your red and full lips, "Too bad, I wouldn't mind a few marks...".

The sexual attraction between you was almost unbearable. Pierre's hands moved over your hips and pushed you against the edge of the table. He grabbed your thighs and set you down on the tabletop, spreading your legs to stand between them.

With your fingers, you undo the buttons of his sport jacket to run your hands over his torso. During this, you kiss intimately, almost as if you hadn't seen each other in weeks. Pierre's hands pull the silk fabric over your thighs and his fingers move to your inner thighs. Before he can run his hands over your lacy thong, you are startled apart by the oven's alarm clock.

"Dinner's ready," you gasped against his lips.

"I'd rather have dessert right now."

"I’ve put so much effort in it..." you pouted and Pierre can't help but to kiss your pouty lips again.

You let yourself slide off the tabletop and brushed against his hard crotch as you passed by. Pierre moaned slightly under your touch. You felt like playing today. It should be fine with him.

While you prepared the dishes, Pierre admired your small but fine Christmas decoration. He knew that you did it especially for him. He grinned and then spotted a new book display on the large shelf with the books and many picture frames.

A double-page spread of his Monza victory smiled at him. He couldn't help but grin at his photos, "I look pretty good on your shelf!".

"Except for the blonde hair."

"What do you have against the blonde hair?! I thought it looked awesome on me."

Pierre was starting to sound a little appalled by your statement.

"I’m just into brunettes." you laughed placatingly and gestured him to come to the table.

"Good, me too." he said mischievously, winking at you.

Pierre seemed to enjoy the food, even asking for a second serving. You chatted animatedly about the upcoming Christmas with the Gasly family. He loved his many nieces and nephews, but after a few days, the constant exposure to the kids was a bit too much for him.

"Do you have plans now for the up coming days?" he asked you.

"I'm going to stay here. I have a little catching up to do on my Formula 1 knowledge."

Even though he didn't liked to hear that you will be alone for the next few days, he smiled anyway since you are very interested in his passion and his life. Once again you spend a nice evening with many conversations.

"Will you excuse me?" you asked, after emptying your glass of white wine.

"Of course." he answered immediately.

You went to the bathroom and behind the door hung the short satin coat you had bought to match the lingerie set. A little bit of courage you had taken on. You were desperate to impress Pierre. God, it almost felt like you were about to have your first time. Almost timidly, you peeled the dress off your body and let it fall to the floor. You looked at yourself in the mirror, the lingerie set off your body perfectly and the suspenders even made you feel a little sinful.

With this newfound confidence, you put on your coat and tied it loosely so that Pierre could see at first glance what awaited him. Before going back to the living area, you prepared the bedroom by lighting some scented candles and dimming the light.

On tiptoes you went back to Pierre in the living room. He had made himself comfortable on your sofa. He was sitting with his back to you, so he didn't saw you approaching. In the meantime, he had taken off his jacket and was wearing only a dark, tight-fitting T-shirt. Gently you put your hands on his muscular shoulders and massaged him lightly.

Pierre looked up, directly into your angelic face. Your hands now moved over his chest muscles to his abs. Pierre relaxed and puts his head in his neck and the noticed that you have changed your clothes. He immediately turned towards you and can hardly hide his amazement.

A little shy you presented yourself and played with the bow of the silk coat.

"I thought we'd skip dessert and instead you'd unwrap your Christmas present in the bedroom."

"Definitely!" exclaimed Pierre euphorically, jumping over the back of your sofa. You didn't expected such a tumultuous reaction and laughed as he lifted you up and carried you into the bedroom.

Greedily you wrapped your legs around his middle and Pierre placed his hands under your butt. As you enter your bedroom, you are both surrounded by a sensual atmosphere. Pierre laid you down on the bed. Sexy, you placed yourself on it and watched Pierre slipping his t-shirt over his head.

This man is your kryptonite. Aroused at the sight of his naked upper body, you opened your legs. Seeing you in that sexy lingerie was just too much for Pierre. Greedily he licked his lips and now opened his belt. The sexual attraction between you two was so thick, you could’ve cut it with a knife. Pierre stripped off his pants and adjusted his hard cock with one hand through his boxers.

Slowly but firmly, he approached you and climbed onto the bed. His dominant presence left you breathless. With nimble hand movements he opened the bow of your coat and can now admire you in full glory.

"So fucking beautiful." he murmured and kissed your belly button, which was just barely visible above the garter belt.

"This is the best Christmas present ever." he whispered against your skin and moved his mouth up to your breasts. Pleasurably you laid your head back in your pillow and enjoyed Pierre's caresses of your breasts.

"Don't you want to unpack further?" you asked curiously and also impatiently. Pierre's almost naked sight and his touches have already made you so wet.

Pierre straightened up again and looked at you intensely, "Just a little.".

He loosened the suspenders from your stockings to take off your thong, which he threw carelessly behind him and then puts the suspenders back on.

A bit irritated you looked at him. Pierre just grinned, lightly stroking the stockings and the lace of your suspenders, then diving in between your legs to kiss your inner thighs. You were about to burst and to show him how much and where you needed him, you grabbed his hair and directed him to your hot and wet core.

"So impatient." Pierre groaned and his breath against your core made you whimper. He complied with your request by putting his lips around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. You arched your back and moaned lustfully. Damn he was so good at this. Quickly he managed to bring you into ecstasy, your breathing was getting heavier and your moans louder. Pleasurably you closed your eyes and waited for an insane orgasm to rush over you. However, nothing came, simply nothing. Startled, you looked up, Pierre had detached himself from you and was now bent over you.

Gasping and full of expectation you looked at him. His eyes were so dark, hardly a single shade of blue could be seen. His gaze was animalistic and full of lust. The way he was looking at you like that, was driving you crazy.

"Pierre, I need you!" you whispered longingly to his lips, writhing under him. Your pleading was enough. He quickly stripped off his boxers, meanwhile you retrieved a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand and handed it to Pierre.

He deftly unwrapped it and slipped it over his hard cock. Again he bends down to you, this time to kiss you passionately. Eagerly you returned the kiss and put your hands on his neck. Pierre lined himself up in front of your entrance and slowly but firmly entered you.

You had to interrupt the kiss as you felt him completely inside you. Again you moaned and threw your head to the side lustfully as he stretched you out. Pierre now began to move and caressed your exposed neck with kisses.

You wanted more - You needed more. You wanted to feel him even more intensely. Therefore you embraced his center with your legs, so he could thrust into you even deeper. Your hands kept running along his broadly built shoulders. Quickly you found a rhythm that suited both of you and Pierre kept hitting your G-spot, making you claw your nails into his back.

He already knew how beautiful you sounded moaning, but this time it was on a different level. It was so sensual and him fucking you in sexy suspenders was pure satisfaction for him. You looked so beautiful and felt so perfect around him. Pierre could hardly believe his luck. He had imagined your first time to be great, but his expectations were exceeded. He couldn't help but look at you again and again. You were in a sexual delirium by now. Pierre's thrusts were getting harder and harder and that warm and beautiful feeling was spreading inside you. The last few weeks it had built up to this moment and finally it was time for the much longed release.

Pierre increased his speed once again. He also felt that you were getting tighter and tighter - your muscles closed tightly around him.

"Ma belle." he breathed and had to kiss you once more. Your bedroom was filled with your moans. Wonderful erotic sounds. Only a few more thrusts were missing for both of you to climax. Your thighs pressed even tighter around Pierre's middle and then it washed over you.

Out of full passion you almost screamed Pierre's name, which was the last bit for him to cum as well. Together you came down from your highs. Pierre laid on top of you exhausted and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Immediately your hand wanders into his hair and caressed him. Both of you were completely out of breath, enjoying the moment of togetherness. Pierre rolled over to the other side of the bed and looked at you smiling. He left an emptiness inside you, which you wanted to fill with a second round. You brushed a few strands of hair out of your face and bit your lower lip as you thought about how incredibly well Pierre had just fucked you. You were definitely hungry for more.

Pierre seemed to be able to read your mind, "Just give me a moment." he said, still a little out of breath. Grinning mischievously at him, you sat up. With a quick flick of your hands, you undo the clasp of your bra, toss it at him and lasciviously shook your hair.

"Fuck!" he murmured at the sight of you and licked his lips.

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Summer Job

I'm dying its 2 am god help me

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CW/ manipulation and abuse mentions and threats, slight rape mention

Mikołaj went to sleep finally, squeezing himself next to the mattress on the hard floor. It wasn't pleasant, and he always woke up a little cranky afterward.

- Honey. - A familiar voice woke him up for good. It was his mom, softly smiling at him - I made breakfast... it's not much but you still gotta eat something.

- Okay... - Mikołaj sighed, blushing a bit. His mom still treated him like a little boy sometimes.

He sat down at the table next to his little brother. There wasn't much for breakfast. Some buns bought on the end of the day sale, with cheese and tomatoes, and cheap black tea to drink. Mikołaj looked down at the cup, the water was muddy, it wasn't of the best quality around these parts of the city.

- thank you, mom... For the breakfast - he smiled a little and the woman nodded. - I have to go to work soon so I probably won't eat a lot.

- But it's Sunday, I thought you would stay home today. - Magda frowned - You already work too hard during the week. You should get some rest.

- I was hoping we would go hang out today...! - his brother pouted, not happy.

- Mom, Tymek, I have to, and it's not a big job either. I will try to be back sooner today, I promise.

Magda wouldn't push her son anymore to stay, so she just sighed with a pained expression.

He ate one bun and drank the tea as fast as he could. Got a change of clothes and left the house, with a simple "I love you" while leaving. A man from another block of flats said he will pay him for repairing his shower. The man was an acquaintance of his. While they weren't friends, they talked a bit, and Mikołaj accidentally confessed to having this dire situation with money.

He knocked on the front door, to soon be greeted by the man. His name was Josef, and he was a middle-aged man, with short brown hair and round glasses. A kind face and from what Mikołaj could gather, he was a father to two kids, and after a divorce.

- Here you are! I was waiting for you. - Josef chuckled softly and invited the boy inside, showing him what was wrong with the shower, which Mikołaj started working on almost immediately - You know Miko, You need quick money right?

- Yeah, kinda... - Mikołaj bit his lip. - stupid shower head...

- Listen here, I know this guy, he has a work agency. He mostly hires young strong men like you, you work abroad, and earn much more this way. Usually only for about a month or two.

- w-wait really? - Mikołaj stopped for a bit. It sounded... A little shady to say the least. But he did worse things and if a kind father is recommending this, maybe it's actually a good opportunity. - Can you give me the guy's number? I will call him today if I can.

- Sure thing Miko. - The man smiled.

After finally fixing the shower, Josef wrote down the man's number on a piece of paper, paid Mikołaj, and sent him home. But before he returned to his mom and brother, the boy sat down at a secluded bench in the local park. He stared intensely at the number Josef wrote down. He was still debating if he should call it. But he didn't have many options at this point. He slowly put the number in his phone and rang.

- Good evening, how can I help you? - the voice belonged to a young woman, it was calm and soft.

- Uhm... Good evening. I've heard of job offerings in this agency. My friend, Josef recommended I call.

- Ah! Yes, yes! Of course! So you will need to send us your resume and talk in person of course - The woman explained everything

Except what the job abroad actually was. But Mikołaj didn't think much of it. If it made money and wasn't prostitution, he was in.

It was some time for the in-person meeting to happen, but it wasn't at all what the boy had imagined.

The man sitting before him was not much older than Mikołaj himself, 30 at most, but Mikołaj gave him 26. He had dark black messy hair, medium length. Brown eyes and wore sunglasses on his head. Golden chains on his neck and other expensive jewelry. He looked rich, to say the least. Not to mention the place of the meeting. Almost empty office room, in a freshly built business complex. Most of the spaces in it were just put out to be rented.

- Hi Mikołaj. - The man spoke up with a giggly, yet deep voice - You can call me Vasya. You're just going to sign those papers and you're hired for the month. If all goes well maybe we will hire you for a month more. - He slid a few papers on the table.

- N-no questions? I thought this was an interview... I mean don't get me wrong please, I'm just really surprised. - He chuckled nervously, slowly looking down at the papers.

- No questions. I think your resume said enough and just from looking at you, I think you will be a great fit. We need healthy, strong young men. It will be a physically taxing job but you wrote you did many jobs like that.

- I guess... - With shaky hands he took the papers in his hands, trying to comprehend what he was actually signing. But seeing the pay, stated at the end was enough to make him stop reading, and just take the pen. He signed it, never asking any more questions. This much money will get them a better flat and food for sure.

Even if the job was gross or heavily taxing, he will bear it. It's only a month, right? And if it's great, he can work for two months. That would secure their life for a long time.

He came back home with the news and a smile on his face. He burst through the door and hugged his mom tight

- O-oh dear! You got the job I presume. - his mom laughed and tousled his hair with a gentle expression. - I'm just sad you're going to be gone for a month or two.

- Mikołaj! So you're going? Is.. it bad I kinda hoped you wouldn't? You go out every day almost...

- I'm sorry Tymek. I really am. I promise after I come back, we're going to move to a nice place and I'm gonna spend much more time with you. - Mikołaj smiled softly, trying to comfort his little brother.

- I suppose... But you really promise, right? - he noded - Okay. Please call us every day though!

- I will. They will come to pick me up by bus the day after tomorrow, so I have to start packing soon. - the brown-haired boy hugged them both again and went to the other side of the room to search for a bag to pack.

The departure day came soon. It was a warm June morning, Mikołaj was standing at a bus stop near his house, waiting for the work bus to come. Clutching his bag in his hand, he looked up at the bus stop screen for the time. It was a little late, but when he looked away from the clock, the bus was coming from the other street. It stopped and opened its door.

- Mr. Kasperczyk? - The bus driver looked at him suspiciously - Show your ID

- Sure. - Mikołaj nodded and showed his ID, the driver promptly inviting him on board.

He walked into the bus, full of young men, probably not much older than himself. Some sat alone, sulking or sleeping, some laughed together in pairs. Seems normal enough. Mikołaj sat down in an empty seat and tired, pressed his head between the window and the seat, slowly falling asleep, still clutching his bag.

He slept through the whole journey, only the familiar face of Vasya, seemingly his new boss, waking him up.

- Wakey wakey sleepy-head. You all have to settle in your rooms. - He smiled. He had a charming aspect to his demeanor, but it kind of made Mikołaj uneasy. He nodded and stood up.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to treat Vasya, so he'd rather avoid him.

- I will visit all of you in the evening after dinner, okay? - Vasya waved them goodbye and jumped right back into the bus. Was he on it the whole time and Mikołaj didn't notice? Maybe.

The boy looked around. The building was clearly a worker hotel but didn't look too cheap. It looked cozy, and the receptionist informed them they had all separate rooms. She also gave them the keys, and information regarding breakfast and dinner hours. It was all provided for. Mikołaj got a room on the second floor. He opened the wooden door, to see a comfortable-looking room, it was small, smaller than their already small flat but it was more than enough for him. The bed had a birch wooden frame, it was made, and covered with a soft beige blanket. Next to it was a big window and a nightstand, and a wardrobe, all made from birch to fit with the bed. The bathroom was also private. the door was on the right of the entrance, it was also pretty tiny, but it had a shower, toilet, and a sink, all relatively clean, so what more could he ask for?

Mikołaj put the bag down next to the bed and sent a quick text to his mom that he got there safely, and first taking off his shoes, he laid down on the bed. It was soft... and so comfortable. He cracked a little smile, he will buy a similar bed for himself when he gets back for sure. No more back pain and cranky mornings. He could lay in this bed for an eternity... almost forgetting what he was actually here for. Work. Physical work at that.

He rolled around on the bed until dinner time came around. It was probably the first time in forever he would eat an actual dinner, usually, it was just lunch, sometimes breakfast. The boy jumped from the bed and stretched a little.

- Foood... - He smiled, his belly growling from just a thought.

The dining room was pretty small, for sure all of the workers from the bus did not end up in the same hotels. He looked around. The tables were for two, max five people, and it was a buffet. A buffet... all you can eat one. Ah, how he wished it was like this every day at home. Or that at least he could share with his family but alas.

The buffet tables were filled with food, it wasn't the most expensive kind, but it made mikołaj salivate at the mere thought. Sausages, bread and a toaster for it, tomatoes, cucumbers, eggs, and different jams, cereals, and porridge, fresh fruit, coffee, tea...  It was a feast for Mikołaj, and afterward, he returned to his room, full, completely forgetting the visit from Vasya was supposed to happen. So he was relaxing in his room until a knock snapped him out of the light mood.

- Yes?

- It's me. I said I'd come. - It was the man's voice, giggly as always. Mikołaj opened the door and let him in. - You probably want to know what is the job right. - he chuckled a bit, and closed the door, yet still positioning himself as if he was guarding the door.

- well... Yeah, and when do we start? - Miko sat down on the bed again, staring intensely at Vasya. - It's not like prostitution is it?

- No, we wouldn't trick you into prostitution, oh my! - Yet his face looked suspiciously calm. - But you would be surprised what people pay for nowadays. Good money! Tell me little Miko, you're probably used to being beaten up huh?

Mikołaj's face turned white, and he gulped, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He knew just from looking at him, didn't he? Or was it the giant barely healed wound on his eye the giveaway. Either way, the boy didn't like it one bit.

- What do you mean? - He finally spits out, not looking at Vasya anymore.

- It's simple, people pay for getting one of you, for ten hours, to do whatever they like. The rules are simple, no fatal injuries or rape, or else they deal with me and that's not going to be pleasant. I'm not a monster, I wouldn't let random people actually hurt you! - He said with a grin. - If customers like you, you get paid more usually. You can also agree to do sexual things but you don't have to. It actually doesn't pay that much around these parts.

- So you... You send us to be basically abused for ten hours and you pay us for it. What... What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Careful with those words, pretty boy. - the grin disappeared from the man's face, sending a chill down Mikołaj's spine. - You don't have a choice anymore. You signed your fate away for at least a month! If you break the contract, this family of yours will probably end up on the street soon. Time is ticking, you better do something. I'm giving you a generous offer!

- Sh-shut it. - He bit his lip. Vasya was right, they were on the verge of homelessness. - Okay. It... it's only one month.

- If they like you and you agree maybe tw-

- I know! Fine, holy shit, I will do it! Just... Send the money directly to my family alright?

- Will do that. I hope you stay for longer little Miko! Ah, you have an appointment already tomorrow, at noon, you will be escorted by a taxi from here. Good night and good luck! - He smiled and left the perplexed boy in his room.

[kyungsoomint]

YOURS: Above & Beyond

credit to respective owners for photos

Member: Park Chanyeol (박찬열) / Byun Baekhyun (변백현)

Genre: Angst, Fluff & Smut (Later on)

Word Count: 2.1k 

Notes: Hello everyone! I’m back. This idea has been in my mind for more than... a year? well unsurprisingly, I was very busy last semester. Like very busy, but still catching up with EXO. Well enjoy! Sorry if there is any mistakes, it’s been so long since the last time I write something:( OH, It’s CEO!AU

YOURS:

| Above & Beyond | Emotions | Endless Night | Moments | Future |

Next update: July 26

New York City, 3 am

The phone rang at the most unexpected time. It’s 3 in the morning, why would someone call so early. She realized when she picked up the phone, ‘Dad’ was blazing through the screen. She squinted her eyes before answering the call. “Hello?” She sounded drowsy. “Hello dear. Oh my god, did I wake you up?” Her foster father always forgets about the time difference between Seoul and NYC. “Um, I think it’s 3 am. But it’s ok, what’s the matter?” She tried to regain her soul from the deep slumber. “It’s very early! You have to work in the morning, I should call you later” sure, she needs to but he rarely calls in this hour. “No, it’s fine. I sense that you want to talk about something. I can smell it dad” she chuckled which earned a small laugh from him too. “So well, you know I’m turning 60 soon and also you know that I plan to retire when I’m 60 years old” there was a pause to the next sentence “And yeah, I need someone to replace my position here. I just want to ask you a favor, but please don’t be burdened, will you take my position? I couldn’t think anyone that can match your superiority” he sounded nervous, which rarely from him.

The world seemed to stop moving as she heard those words. (Y/N) just got promoted as a Financial Controller 6 months ago in Harper Collins. Pretty much she has achieved everything she wants. It’s all located there, in New York City. “(Y/N), are you still there?” His foster father seemed worried about her, knowing that it must hard for her since the majority of her life has moved to NYC. At the end of another line, she knew that she has to pay back everything that her foster parents have given to her for the past 20 years. But at the same time, she loves NYC. (Y/N) has achieved so much in her life, letting go is the hardest option for her to take. But then, she realized that it’s the only chance for her to repay them. “Um, it’s ok if you don’t want to I ca-“ she cut him off “I will try to figure out first with HC and I will let you know later on. Besides, I have never stayed in Seoul for a long time since 13 years ago” she tried to lighten the mood knowing that her dad might feel guilty for talking about this. “Dad? It’s ok, I can assure you that I’m totally fine and pleased to move back to Seoul for you” he let out a deep breath. “I’m sure you’ll do great in S&S” she knew that the company has treated her father nicely for years. “Ah, do you still have my CV? I bet you have lost it again” she virtually rolled her eyes. “How can you know me so well? Can you send it again to me?” He laughed at the end of the line. “Sure thing dad” she quickly grabbed her laptop and sent the CV to him. “Now you can go back to sleep, I’m sorry for disturbing you love” there’s always a hint of tenderness even if he’s not her real father, she was blessed to have him around. “That’s fine! Have a great night dad” she hung up the phone.

Seoul, 5 pm

“Mr. Kim Youngchul is here to see you sir” the phone buzzed as Chanyeol was signing some important documents that need to be sent tomorrow morning. The old man sat in front of him with a wide smile plastered within his face and Chanyeol noticed that he brought something for him. “Chanyeol, I hope that you remember I’m turning 60 in 3 months. Which means…” he chuckled. Chanyeol didn’t get what he meant in the first place, seconds later his body stiffen. “Don’t worry, I have someone to cover for me. It’s probably the best candidate I have in mind” he gave Chanyeol the papers. He quickly scanned the CV given, he realized that she is someone that he knows. “You are right, you know her, she is my foster daughter, (Y/N). She is currently working in NYC” Chanyeol returned himself to check on education background and working experience. It is said that she’s a Harvard Graduate major in Business and currently working in Harper Collins in NYC as Financial Controller. “You seem unsure about her” he laughed, Chanyeol sometimes still amazed that he knows what’s in his mind. “I know that she is young, even younger than you. But she is a very independent woman, smart and also stubborn, in a good way. Almost like you but in the form of a woman I might say” he smiled while talking about her, he’s very genuine to her.

“I couldn’t thank you enough for the opportunities that you have given to me, to Baekhyun and the company itself” Chanyeol smiled. Kim Youngchul was the man that gave the company the chance to be born. He introduced Chanyeol and Baekhyun to potential investors, simply because he believed in their potential of growing nothing into something. He even worked for the company to help manage the operational by being Chief Financial Officer. “Oh, it’s nothing. Trust me, I love working, especially here. Anyway, look at this company now. I saw potential inside you and Baekhyun. It’s all worth it for me” he glanced around the room, thinking that he might not come here again after 3 months. He loved to see this company grows with the founders. Chanyeol let out a deep sigh while still holding the CV, “she is a hardworking woman, like me, I raised her so that one I know for sure. Giver her a chance, Chanyeol” with that he left the room. He returned his focus into the CV, sure she has grown into someone else. He remembered the first time he met her, she reflects him in the way no one ever does. Chanyeol took out his phone, “we are going to interview someone that will replace Mr. Youngchul, be ready” he hung up and spun his chair facing the busy street down.

New York City, 5 pm

(Y/N) went home earlier than she ever been before, sure she tried to talk to Harper Collins about the 3 months prior resignation. They also tried to keep her around since her performance was exquisite. She placed her bag into the chair, took out the phone and texts her dad

To: Dad

I have talked to Harper Collins about my resignation. They weren’t very happy about it. I’ll be resigning in 3 months. I can go to Seoul next week or the week after, just let me know the date! Happy to see you again!

She took a bath, it has been a long day for her. It suddenly crossed her mind that S&S Co. is owned by Chanyeol and Baekhyun. Those two kids were giving ambitious pitching to her dad’s friends to be their investors. She realized that even though her dad works for them, she rarely meets them. So rare that she forgot he works there. One thing that she remembered for sure, how different Chanyeol and Baekhyun are.

Seoul, two weeks later, 6 pm

Sure summer here’s hotter than NYC, even at noon, she could feel the tingling into her skin. She saw a middle-aged man standing behind the railing, waving at her with a wide smile. That’s Byungcheol, her father’s driver. “Good evening, miss. How is your flight?” He took the suitcase from her hand. “Well, it’s quite good. Long flight, I’m used to that” he replied with a smile and drove her into her foster parents’ house. Inside, Kim Eunkyung, her foster mother already waiting behind the door, anticipating her return even if it’s only for a while. “I miss you so much” she hugged her tightly. “I miss you too mom” she chuckled, “now let me go please, I can’t breathe” she loosen her hug only to stare at her now-grown-up daughter. “You still look beautiful as ever, just tiny eye bags there and there” she pointed out her panda eyes hanging like she hasn’t been sleeping for weeks. Well, it’s only been 3 days though. “Now, stop nagging me, I smell something good cooking inside” she walked into the kitchen to find her favorite foods being cooked. “Of course, it’s a special day you know” she smiled at her. “You know, it means a lot for us, we want to spend the rest of our lives in our Jeju’s villa” she spoke dreamily. “Oh now cut off the lovey-dovey part, can’t bear to hear it” she closed her ears with her hands. “(Y/N) please! Maybe you will find someone here, someone to settle with. Who knows?” She came closer to her only to whisper “Just between you and me, the c-levels there are all very handsome young men”. There’s no doubt that she wants her to be married, she just never say it out loud. “Now mom, excuse me, I have precious food to be eaten and no time for matchmaking” she made her way down into the dining room, at that time her father arrived and greeted her happily.

“Are you nervous?” Her dad asked. She hummed and reply “No I’m not, I’m capable of many things. Besides even if I do, I won’t show it”. For the first time in 13 years, she will be back fully in Seoul after years abroad. Within minutes, they have arrived in S&S Co. building, mainly black interior. Pretty much the color that she likes. “I think it’s this one” he pushed the door of the meeting room. The room was designed with two rows of seats and one in front of the table. Her father sat at the end of the second row. “They should be here any minute now” and two men showed up, one with a navy suit and one with a black suit. She knew for sure that both men are good looking. One smiling brightly at her must be Byun Baekhyun, for sure. They greeted her father first before Baekhyun basically yelled at her, “Hello (Y/N). It’s been a long time!” He shook her hand vigorously which only earned a smile from her. “You do remember me right?” Baekhyun narrowed his eyes at her. “Of course, Byun Baekhyun. One that doesn’t change for sure” his eyes were sparkling like crazy knowing that she still remembered him. “Junmyeon, she remembers me”, giving the man loud pats in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, my name is Kim Junmyeon, Chief HR Officer here” he extended his hand and she shook it. “I’m Byun Baekhyun, Chief Operating Officer” he grinned. “So, let’s start the interview shall we?” Baekhyun turned his head into the current CFO, “go ahead, she won’t be budge with your question” he laughed. The interview went great, they mostly asked about her working experience, struggles, and problem-solving materials which she answered easily and with confidence. Baekhyun and Junmyeon were impressed with her skill, mainly because she sounded so confident and smart.

Halfway through the interview, Chanyeol entered the meeting room which made the room fell to silence. She observed him walking into the chair next to her father, sure this man has grown muscular, probably taller and more handsome? Suddenly thoughts running through her mind like crazy. She lost her focus for a while and snapped quickly after that. The rest of the interview went well, while Chanyeol’s eyes basically could burn into a hole pass her head. He seemed satisfied with how well the interview went. “Well, I think it’s an immediate acceptance, Yeol?” Baekhyun turned his back to face Chanyeol, Junmyeon gave them an approving nod. “See, I told you, this is why she is my laughter” a heartily laugh escaped him. “There is no doubt of it sir” Baekhyun gave two thumbs up for her. Suddenly, Chanyeol walked over past the table only to stand face to face with (Y/N). “Welcome to S&S, we’re looking forward to having you here” he shook her hand. She felt the dominating presence running through the air, she tried to control her own only to show respect to practically his soon to be boss.

“I’ll have her to look around here, come on Junmyeon” the three of them went through the glass door leaving the meeting room to Chanyeol and Baekhyun alone. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Baekhyun nudged Chanyeol to which Chanyeol didn’t give any response. He glanced back at Baekhyun only to say “Stop flirting in the office, Baek” he rolled his eyes. “No, I’m just being friendly” Baekhyun practically whine. Sure Chanyeol found her beautiful, just like how he sees her years ago. Yet something about her, always makes him uneasy.

[lousimusician]

Losing Innocence -- Chapter 5

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Summary: It was astounding how much you didn't know about your best friend, and how much her past could affect your future.

Warning: Language

A/N: oh my god, Idk why this chapter was so hard for me to write, but I had to rewrite it like five times. So I'm sorry for the wait. I'm also sorry if this chapter is a bit confusing.

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Tom took a sip of his drink, feeling the whiskey burn down his throat. It was late, 12pm to be exact, and Tom was stressed. So, he did the only thing he usually did when he was stressed. 

He went to one of the many strip clubs he owned, drank, and picked up some willing stripper for the night.

Tom placed the glass down with a loud clunk as he continued to watch the strippers dance. 

Harrison, who sat across from Tom, cleared his throat, catching his attention. "I know this is how you usually handle these kind of situations, but don't you think you should be focusing on finding Belle's father right now?"

"What do you think I've been doing all day, mate?" He scoffed. "I swear I'm losing my mind over this. I just needed a break."

Harrison rolled his eyes, "Fine. What did you find out then?" He asked taking a sip from his own drink. 

"That William Taylor's been busy." Harrison raised and eyebrow, waiting for Tom to continue. "His numbers have tripled in the last five years and he's making more money than he ever has."

"Why haven't we heard about this. A mob like Taylor's gaining all this power doesn't seem like something we'd miss."

"Yeah, I was confused about that too, so I read into the files a bit more. Found out all they did was clean up their act." Tom said clearly frustrated.

"Really? They've always been sloppy though."

"I know, but they've gotten better at covering their traces and getting rid of anyone that stood in their way." Tom said as a certain blonde caught his eye in the dim lights of the club.

Haz sighed. "Well that's fuckin' great. What're you gonna do with Belle now?" He asked the question he had been wondering about all day.

"I'm gonna kill William Taylor and Belle can do whatever the fuck she wants to after." Tom said looking back at Harrison.

Harrison scoffed, "Kill him? That could take months- years even. Especially now that we have no way of tracing them."

"I'll figure something out." Tom muttered. "It'll be hard though. We don't know where they are but now that Belle is gone they sure as hell can figure out where she is."

"Well, that's bloody fantastic. But why kill him, you could just set Belle up in another city."

"And you saw how great that turned out." He said sarcastically. "Killing him will be the easiest way. Alex Jacobs is dead, he basically ran the mob more than Taylor does. So by killing Taylor the entire mob will fall apart and Belle can live the normal life she's always wanted."

"I suppose that makes sense. His men aren't very smart. With Jacobs already dead and when we kill Taylor the rest of his men will probably find themselves in jail within 24 hours." Harrison said while Tom finished his drink.

The young blonde woman that worked in the club approached their table. "Can I get you another drink, Mr.Holland?" She said, smiling flirtily at him.

Tom smirked, "Yes, thank you darling." 

The woman giggled at the nickname, taking his glass and leaving the table.

Harrison rolled his eyes as Tom's eyes trailed after her. "Y'know it wouldn't be a bad idea if you finally decided to settle down."

Tom snapped his attention back to his friend. "I don't need to settle down."

Haz scoffed, "What? Are you just going to continue sleeping with strippers the rest of your life? You're 26 Tom, plus maybe if you found someone you wouldn't be so bitter."

Tom narrowed his eyes at Harrison. "I don't need to find anyone, and I'm not bitter."

"Oh please. Ever since your family-" 

"I dare you to finish that fucking sentence." Tom spit out venomously. 

Harrison cleared his throat, "Fine... Then what about Belle?"

"What about her?"

"You seem to care a lot about her and she's a nice girl."

"Belle is nothing more than a friend that I owe. Now drop the subject." He said sternly.

Harrison sighed, taking a sip from his glass. "Alright, I'll drop it... How's her friend , (Y/N), I think?"

"Quiet. Thankfully she hasn't left her room all day and I've been having the maids check on her. She isn't eating though."

The waitress had come back with Tom's drink. Another flirty smile on her pink lips. "There you go Mr. Holland." She said placing the drink in front of him. "Anything else I can do for you?"

Tom smirked again, "Maybe there is. What time does your shift end, darling?"

The blonde woman's cheeks lit up, "It ends at one. Would you like to escort me out?"

"Yes I would, sweetheart."

The woman giggled again. "Alright, I'll see you then." The woman walked away.

Tom turned his attention back to Harrison again. Haz shook his head at Tom before returning to the conversation, "If the girl isn't eating, it could become a problem in the future."

Tom took a drink of whiskey, "Whatever, It's her fucking funeral."

Haz furrowed his eyebrows, "You really couldn't care less if she dropped dead."

"Honestly, I couldn't. She's a liability... plus she cries too much."

Harrison scoffed, "Of course she's crying. She's a normal girl, I think she should be allowed to be upset."

"And that's my point. She's a normal girl, so she doesn't know how this business works and that could get us killed if she somehow finds a way to contact anyone outside of the mansion."

"You know showing a little hospitality never hurt, maybe she'll calm down and you won't have to worry about her screwing us over. Plus if Belle likes her, I'm sure you could learn to get along with her."

Tom raised the glass to his lips again, "It's not my job to learn to get along with people." He took a sip, "If I don't like someone I have them killed."

Harrison rolled his eyes, "Whatever, I'm getting out if here. I figure you're gonna wait up for that girl."

"Yeah, you can leave, see if you can find any more of Taylor's contacts.'

Harrison nodded before leaving Tom by himself.

It was a bad habit, coming to a strip club almost every night to get shitfaced and get laid. He knew that. Harrison knew that. Hell, even his men knew that. But the momentary relief he got from his job made it feel worth it.

He hated his job but he'd never leave. No, at this point it was apart of him. He killed, he tortured, he threatened lives all for money, and there was no way out now. He was a criminal.

Your words the previous night struck a cord within him. You had called them all criminals. Tom knew it was true but when you're in this business others don't go around calling themselves criminals. 

He was a monster and any relief he could get, he would take.

So now as the clock struck 1, he stood up out of his seat to find the blonde he didn't even know the name of, so he could keep forgetting.

Spotting the blonde, he walked up behind her and spoke in her ear, "Hello, love."

The woman turned around, smiling seductively, and leaned into him "Hello, I just finished up, ready to go?"

"Of course, darling."

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The car ride back to his mansion was filled with heavy breaths and soft moans. The driver all to familiar with this scene was thankful that there was a privacy barrier separating him from the sinful things his boss did in the back.

Making it back to the mansion, Tom stumbled in tipsy, with the blonde woman kissing his neck. The front door slammed shut and he locked it.

Tom's eyes closed for a second, until the woman stopped. He opened his eyes to see her looking down a hallway.

"Is someone else here?" She asked.

He looked down the same hallway, seeing a light coming from... his office. There were light shuffling sounds putting Tom on edge. His hand instantly went to his gun

"Darling, go upstairs, turn left, my bedroom is at the last one at the end of the hallway." 

The blonde nodded before going upstairs.

Tom pulled his gun out and quietly walked down the hallway. Many things were running through his head, if it was Taylor's men he'd be utterly screwed. Tom cocked the gun approaching the large mahogany doors.

He pushed the door open and raised his gun.

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stars

chapter 26

he looked into the cloudless, blue sky and saw the fading moon, a beautiful remnant of the night during the day. dan thought of both phil and hayden as he remembered the stars never truly left them.

summary: dan grew up in a normal 1930s london family with his parents and little brother. everything was completely and utterly normal… until the bombs started dropping. When dan was fifteen his father went off to war, and when he was sixteen he and his brother hayden were sent off to a foster family in rural england. he looked up at the stars and couldn’t help but wonder how something that beautiful could exist in such a broken world. just when he thought things would never get better, dan met phil, and he became the shining star of his life. but when phil turned eighteen and went off to war, dan couldn’t help but wonder when, if ever, the stars would twinkle the same way again.

rating: t

genre: angst, fluff, history au, strangers to lovers, teenagers

whole fic warnings: warfare (not descriptive), bombings, fire, panic attacks, ptsd, epilepsy/seizures, homophobia, death, fighting/arguing, general angst chapter warnings: n/a

chapter word count: 1.8k total word count: 38.2k

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The future was harder than Dan thought. 

He easily managed to avoid the draft; all he had to do was tell them he was gay, and they avoided him like the plague. The challenge was what to do next.

He’d applied for and gotten into a university in northern England, and he fully planned to study there, but he hadn’t figured out one massive issue: Hayden. 

He would have applied for a university in London had Hayden not been there, but he wanted to take him with him, and London still wasn’t safe for a child. The air raids weren’t as serious as they used to be, but it was still better to keep him out of the city. So Dan chose to go north to study, but as time passed, he became less and less confident that Hayden should even go with him. 

The summer passed at a normal rate of time. The last six months had gone slow because Phil wasn’t there, but the fact that he’d have to leave at the end of the summer counteracted that back to normal. 

Not much changed over those few months; Dan and Phil wrote back and forth every day, and Dan still held Hayden close, including him in nearly every aspect of his life. 

Eventually, though, the summer ended, and it was time for Dan to move on. As anxious as he was for university, he was more anxious for the decision he had to make before he left. But as much as he hated to admit it, he’d made the decision long ago. 

“Margo, can I talk to you for a moment?” Dan asked as she set laundry down on his bed a few days before he was set to leave. One of the few changes of the summer was that Dan had grown closer to Margo; she had become one of his strongest emotional support systems, third only to Hayden and his letters to Phil. 

“Of course; what is it?” 

He positioned himself facing to her side and stared down at the string on his sweatpants. “Well, obviously I’m leaving in a couple days, and I really want to take Hayden with me, but... I can’t.” He wrung his hands together and looked up at her; she beckoned him to continue. “He’s everything to me, and I want to be there for him more than anything, but I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to take care of myself at uni. Trying to focus on my studies while also financially and emotionally supporting a nine-year-old... There’s no way I’d be able to do it.” 

She took his hand and looked into his already glossy eyes. “I had a feeling this would happen.” She smiled at him, squeezing his hand. “We’ll take good care of him, you know. He can write you every day.” 

“Ah, writing,” Dan laughed as the tears began to fall. “I’m doing the same to him as Phil did to me, aren’t I?” 

She cocked an eyebrow and stared into the distance. “Sort of, I suppose. But this is different. Imagine what would happen if you took him with you. He’d be emotionally neglected, and who’s to say you’ll even be able to feed him?” 

“You’re probably right, but at least he’d be with me.” 

“Dan, I promise you,” she said, taking his other hand and turning him to face her. “He’ll be happy here.” 

Dan nodded, blinking out tears. He tore his hands from hers and wiped them from his face. “It’s what’s best for us all.” 

She nodded back and stood up, walking over to the door. “I’ll let you tell him,” she said as she left. 

Dan took a deep breath. Hayden would be heartbroken.

The day before he was supposed to move into his dorm, Harold took Dan to get his driver’s license. He had elected to drive to uni alone; having to watch Hayden drive away with Margo and Harold would be far too painful. 

He drove home with a heavy heart; normally a young adult would be thrilled to get their license, but Dan knew that when he made it back to the house he would have to break the news to Hayden, and he was nowhere near ready for that. 

He parked the truck and pocketed the keys. He decided not to put it off any longer, marching straight up to Hayden’s room and knocking on the already open door. “Can we talk for a moment?” 

“Of course! I could use a break from packing,” Hayden said, and Dan glanced at his half-packed suitcase. 

“Yeah, about that...” Dan trailed off, and Hayden began to show concern. “I don’t think you should come with me.” 

“What?” he asked, his voice more childish than usual. It was almost pathetic, and Dan swallowed nervously. 

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to support you the way I should at uni, at least not for the first year. But I’ll be back to visit you over the summer and during every holiday, and you can write to me every day.” 

“But I want to be with you!” Hayden cried, his face reddening with held back tears. The worst part was that Dan knew exactly what he was feeling. 

“I know, and I want to be with you too, but it’s not what’s best for either of us right now. You’ll still be here with Margo and Harold and all your school friends who love you.” 

“But I don’t want them! I want you!” 

Dan got down on his knees, making him a few inches shorter than his brother. “I’ll still be here. I’ll always be right here,” he said, pointing to the boy’s heart. It was a cheesy gesture, but it was a comforting one. 

Hayden threw his arms around Dan, sobbing into his shoulder. “Please don’t leave me.” 

With that, the gravity of it all hit him. He was all the real family the boy had left, and he was practically going to be alone without him. But it was unrealistic to think that Dan could handle caring for a child at university, and the last thing he’d ever heard his mother say still rang painfully in his head as if it had been said a mere day ago.

“Take good care of him.” 

Dan knew the only way he could do that was by letting him go. “I’m sorry.” 

The morning was a somber one for them all. Dan finished off his packing and looked back into his empty room; it was just as he had found it the day he arrived there. So much had happened since then; so much had changed. Dan’s entire life had been flipped upside down multiple times, some in the best and some in the worst way possible. The farmhouse held so many memories for him that leaving it was almost as painful as leaving its occupants. 

Dan had a brief breakfast; he wasn’t very hungry. He carried his luggage out to the truck and gazed up at the hill, the sun hidden behind the tree, which would soon begin to lose its leaves. Dan remembered times when the tree had no leaves; he could see the stars better then. 

“I’m going to run up to the hill; I’ll be back to say my goodbyes!” he called into the house before jumping into the driver’s seat and taking the truck up the hill for one last time. He reached into the small bag of things he’d packed knowing he’d need them during the day and pulled out his notebook and a pen. He climbed the tree, materials in his teeth, without even thinking about it. After so long, it had become instinctual to him. 

He perched himself on his branch and leaned against the trunk, flipping to an empty page and beginning to write. First, he wrote to Phil. telling him of the weight the day carried and all the memories running through his head. He wrote of his love and of his sorrow, and he wrote of the pain he had to inflict on Hayden and his final understanding of what Phil had to do to him. 

He looked into the cloudless blue sky and saw the fading moon, a beautiful remnant of the night during the day. Dan thought of both Phil and Hayden as he remembered the stars never truly left them.

He turned to the next page and wrote to Hayden. He would add to the page after he arrived at uni, but for that moment, he wrote simply of their lives together, of their joint situation, of the house they’d both learned to love, and of their love for each other that Dan knew would never fade. He’d have liked to believe he simply wrote the message to send to Hayden to comfort him, but somewhere deep down he knew it was also for himself. For the second time, leaving was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.

He drove back down the hill and left the engine running as he walked back into the house. “I have to go now,” he said to the family sitting in the kitchen. A deep sigh echoed from the room. They all knew the time would come, but none of them were ready for it. 

Dan hugged Harold and Margo goodbye before gesturing towards Hayden to follow him to the door. When they reached the doorway, Dan crouched down to Hayden’s height and pulled him in for the tightest hug either of them had ever had. Neither wanted to let go, but they each knew it was time to break the last physical, familial bond they had left. 

“I love you,” Dan said to his brother, already having to fight back tears. 

“I love you too, Danny.” 

He pulled back and turned away, trying to pull himself together. He walked out to the truck and took it out of park, looking back at the house and the three people standing to send him off. “Goodbye, now! I’ll write as soon as I arrive!” he called back as he turned towards the drive away from the house. In his mirror, he could see Hayden sadly waving goodbye, tears in his eyes as Margo and Harold gripped his shoulders. He tore his eyes away from the image, tears finally welling up in his own eyes. 

As soon as the family was out of view, he relented and let himself cry. Shortly after he got onto the road, he had to pull over and wipe his eyes because he couldn’t see well enough to drive. He sat on the side of the road for what must have been at least fifteen or thirty minutes, head in his hands. There was no more appropriate reaction; that day, he lost the last thing he had left of his life in London. As of that morning, truly everything had changed. 

[t0m0kii]

1-99

you think this is a game anon? you send in 1-99 i’m gonna do 1-99 so HERE WE H*CKING GO

“1) Sexuality?”

bi! even tho i’m not attracted to many boys (and i actually only seriously like one) i still consider myself to be a groovy bisexual

“2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?”

any of the monkees! but also paul mccartney!

“3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.”

here’s an excerpt from the nearest book, ‘‘the everything reading music book’‘: “The terms measure and bar can be used in place of one another - they mean the same thing.” very educational!

“4) What do you think about most?”

it’s probably pathetic but i probably think about story concepts the most! either that or monkees stuff but sometimes they can be the same thing

“5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?”

my latest text is from my dude sean a.k.a joj-n-ringo who said that he sent me loads of asks about nwa but somehow i didn’t get any of them 

“6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?”

always with! sleeping naked is weird and plus i hate my body and don’t wanna look at it SKJALKJAKLHDKSJLKN

“7) What’s your strangest talent?”

i dunno! i don’t really have any weird talents!

“8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)”

girls…are neat! boys…are also neat!

“9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?”

no one’s ever written me a song but i’ve had friends write me poems before! it’s nice and i love it

“10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?”

hm……when’s the last time i listened to joe walsh’s life’s been good……………probably then!

“11) Do you have any strange phobias?”

i don’t know if it counts as a phobia but i get really bothered when i see shirtless pics of people and their ribs are visible like idk what it is but eeeee i don’t like it

“12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?”

not that i can remember, lmao

“13) What’s your religion?”

i’m not like a diehard religion fanatic but i was raised christian and still sorta stand by it yknow

“14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?”

looking at the area around me, even if i’ve seen the place a thousand times, i’m always just lookin around lmao

“15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?”

it depends! mostly i like being in front tho jdhbkjfhdjfls

“16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?”

the monkees! those four idiots have my whole heart

“17) What was the last lie you told?”

my mom asked me if i did my homework yesterday and i lied and said i did it at school BUT I DID DO MOST OF IT THERE SO WHEN I BROUGHT IT HOME I DIDN’T HAVE A LOT TO DO

“18) Do you believe in karma?”

i guess so! what goes around comes around i’d suppose

“19) What does your URL mean?”

it’s named somewhat after my favorite anime character tomoko kuroki bc i love her and she’s a big mood

“20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?”

i think my greatest weakness would be that i jump to conclusions without any reason yknow but i think my biggest strength would be either my writing abilities or my ability to sorta see through people and see exactly what type of person they are

“21) Who is your celebrity crush?”

davy jones !!!!!! i love him so much !!!!!!!!!!

“22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

hELL NO i would never i’m way too modest for that sjsklaskjdkbfnj

“23) How do you vent your anger?”

usually i talk to someone about it who’d understand but sometimes when i don’t want to bug anyone i just scribble it all down

“24) Do you have a collection of anything?”i have a record collection! and a cd and tape collection, i mostly just collect music stuff kshsjlbsjk

“25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?”

i don’t really like either but i prefer talking on the phone!

“26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?”

not entirely

“27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?”

i hate the sound of babies screaming like i don’t hate children but uGH it kills my ears and a sound i love is the sound of tambourines! i love those lil things they do a good noise

“28) What’s your biggest “what if”?”

what if it’s all for nothing (this could apply to several things)

“29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?”

i dunno about aliens but i think there are ghosts! i’d love to be friends with a ghost like. imagine

“30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.”

with my right i touch my phone first! and with my left i touch my 3ds 

“31) Smell the air. What do you smell?”

it smells like……………………………..air

“32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?”

i dunno i’ve never really been anywhere super terrible 

“33) Choose East Coast or West Coast?”

uhhh east?

“34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?”

DAVY JONES OF COURSEEEEE

“35) To you, what is the meaning of life?”

to give it meaning

“36) Define Art.”

art is whatever you make it tbh, something that inspires

“37) Do you believe in luck?”

i guess! even tho i have the worst luck ever

“38) What’s the weather like right now?”

cold and windy it SUCKS

“39) What time is it?”

at the time of writing this answer it’s 8:37 pm!

“40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?”

i’m too young to drive so i’ve never done it bsjhklskjdvbfjdsk

“41) What was the last book you read?”

i admit i write more than i read but i believe the last time i read a book was yesterday when i was reading one of my how-to-read-sheet-music books from the library

“42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?”

i can tolerate it but i wouldn’t want to sit and smell it for hours

“43) Do you have any nicknames?”

not really! if you gave me one that’d be neat

“44) What was the last movie you saw?”

last time i watched a movie was when i rewatched the beatles movie ‘‘help!’‘ it’s a rlly good movie i love it

“45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?”

uh once i broke my arm in kindergarten but i think that’d be it

“46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?”

like in a net? no but i’d really like tooooo i think it’d be neat

“47) Do you have any obsessions right now?”

MONKEESSSSSS I’VE BEEN HYPERFIXING ON THE MONKEES FOR NEARLY A YEAR NOW I JUST LOVE THOSE FOUR DUMBASSES ESPECIALLY THE SHORT ONE THAT TALKS FUNNY

“48) What’s your sexual orientation?”

i’m a girl! born a girl and i have stayed a girl since. wild

“49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?”

not that i know of sjhskdksl is that a good thing??

“50) Do you believe in magic?”

perhaps it’s out there and someone’s just keeping it to themselves WHICH WOULD SUCK BC GIVE ME SOME MAGIC YOU FUCK

“51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?”

i forgive but never forget

“52) What is your astrological sign?”

since i was born on november 8th i’d be a scorpio!

“53) Do you save money or spend it?”

i’m terrible at saving money but i’m a wiz at spending it

“54) What’s the last thing you purchased?”

my monkees shirt! i love that thing even tho it was 90 dollars on etsy but lemme tell ya it’s 90 dollars well spent

“55) Love or lust?”

love !!!!!!!!!!

“56) In a relationship?”

in my daydream universe i’m the lovely intelligent wife of davy jones but in reality i’m a lonely bitch skjfhdsjflsj;fdkk

“57) How many relationships have you had?”

i had a boyfriend for a week in kindergarten but only because he recognized me from sunday school and i’ve never had a relationship since

“58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?”

no and i can’t believe people can do that but some people can’t like HUH

“59) Where were you yesterday?”

i wasn’t anywhere near the crime scene officer i swear

“60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?”

on my desk next to my coaster is my pink rubber bracelet with a peter tork quote on it! and that’s not very far away so it counts!

“61) Are you wearing socks right now?”

the only time i’m not wearing socks is when i’m in the shower so yes

“62) What’s your favorite animal?”

the red panda !!!! i love those funky little dudes !!!!!!!

“63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?”

i really would not know my dude i mean just being myself i guess?? bold of you to assume people like me

“64) Where is your best friend?”

probably at their house being the greatest best friend ever

“65) Spit or swallow?(;”

i think when you’re brushing your teeth you literally have to spit you can’t just swallow that shit what the fuck if i find someone who does that i’ll ascend

“66) What is your heritage?”

i don’t really know! i mean i’m about as white as a piece of paper so

“67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?”

i told you before officer i wasn’t out doing illegal actions ((nah but seriously i was watching youtube i think))

“68) What do you think is Satan’s last name?”

bofa

“69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?”

honestly i never remember where my bus stop is i always just look out the window and see my house and i’m like oh shit time to skidaddle so i mostly rely on the bus driver for that. thanks bus driver

((yeah))

“70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?”

i think being friends with me would be alright maybe!

“71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?”

man fuck that guy i’m saving that fuckin dog then i’ll just show up with the dog and everyone will think it’s so cute that i won’t get fired. problem solved!

“72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?”

i guess everyone would already know but i’d finish everything i’d need to like writing projects and stuff, i’d make sure i’d do everything i need to before i had to die 

“73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love.”

where there’s trust there’s love so trust!

“74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?”

looking for the good times by the monkees never fails to make me smile! i just love davy a lot

“75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?”

7644! 

“76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?”

a good relationship starts with a good friendship yknow. you have to be able to love and appreciate the person you’re with and accept them the way they are and not try to change them too much. and it also sorta all relies on trust. if you can trust who you’re with, you’re good to go. and if you feel like you’re unable to call them out when they do wrong or if they do/say something really bad and you just let it slide then that’s not good in a relationship i’d say

“77) How can I win your heart?”

be nice

“78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?”

maybe just a small, small amount but not a lot

“79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?”

deciding to listen to the monkees tbh bc !!! i love em !!!! have i mentioned this !!!!

“80) What size shoes do you wear?”

like size 11 or somethin like that

“81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?”

“bury me shallow because i’ll be back”

“82) What is your favorite word?”

my favorite word would probably be “lovely” bc it’s so fuckin !! good !!!!!!!

“83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.”

i always hear the word in davy’s voice and the way he says it LKDSLSKS he goes “h a h t” it’s cute

“84) What is a saying you say a lot?”

“it be like that sometimes”

“85) What’s the last song you listened to?”

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears! listening to it as i answer this actually

“86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?”

blue! really any shade of blue but especially light blue!

“87) What is your current desktop picture?”

i’ve said monkees too many times in this post but. them

“88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?”

the president bc he sucks

“89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?”

if someone outside of the internet asked if i were gay i think i’d be a little scared to answer bc yknow my whole family is homophobic and all that and sometimes you never can tell who is and who isn’t

“90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?”

introduce myself bc even if i’m scared i’m not about to be impolite

“91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?”

time travel !!!! they call me TIME TRAVELING PRODUCE AISLE 

“92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?”

maybe a half hour of my first concert! it was a blast

“93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?”

developing depression

“94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?”

DAVY FUCKIN JONES but would we still see eachother afterwards is the question

“95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?”

manchester, england !!!!!!! i really want to go and i actually kinda wanna move there someday

“96) Do you have any relatives in jail?”

not that i know of i sure hope not lmao

“97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?”

once a long time ago

“98) Ever been on a plane?”

never bc my mom is super scared of heights and scared of planes and tbh i kinda don’t really like planes i prefer boats

“99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?”

i’d say listen to papa gene’s blues by the monkees and listen to mike nesmith go “yeeeeeehawwwww !!!!!!”

this took me an hour thanks anon

[noprepracing]

Ricky the Wildman Wilson. Just the name alone should catch your attention. Ricky is a no-name guy just trying to make it up the ranks. The sport of drag racing is a fiercely competitive one. Many people don’t know what all goes into making a name for yourself. Ricky has been one of the O.G.’s of street racing, long before the TV show was around. Ricky grew up in Midland Texas and was just a good ole boy like the rest of them. Racing runs deep in his veins he later found out. Ricky was a street racer ever since he was old enough to drive. His first car was a 1964 Chevy Impala, but he quickly progressed to a 1968 Camaro. Not just one Camaro, but many of them. He went through a handful of the Camaros over the years. A few went into poles and a few into fences, all for the love of the sport. That comes with the wear and tear of learning the hard way and just plain old accidents. He also had nitrous at the age of 16 before many drivers even knew what it was. As I mentioned before that racing runs in his blood, how deep it runs is a whole other level. Growing up Ricky was the only one in his family that he knew about who was really into fixing and driving cars. He knew that as a child he was adopted by his mother’s husband once they got married, but he never knew his biological father. It wasn’t until many years later that he found out that he was related to the great Jim Hall. Jim is his great-uncle. Ricky was blessed to work for the car museum for Jim Hall and was asked to fix some of the cars they have on display there. It had all turned out that the parts store he had frequented his entire life, for all of his cars was owned by his father’s side of the family as well. His grandfather worked the counter and his father was the mechanic in the back. The local drag strip Penwell drag strip is where he and his friends called home on Friday nights. Jim Oddy is the man who gave him the nickname The Wildman at age 24. Jim had invited Ricky to a national event in NY to come test out his car and make a few passes. Ricky accepts and makes the trip out there, he makes a pass, and at the finish line, he blows his two front tires, had the chutes pulled and was still picking up speed. He was able to save it like a pro and started changing his tires on the return area when the crews came down to talk with him. The powers that be were so impressed at his gusto and save, but they needed to see his license. Ricky handed them his normal driver’s license, because he did not have his competition one, nor even knew he needed one. He was clearly done racing for the day, but he was forever dubbed Wildman for such a save of the car and the aftermath. If it has a motor, it is almost a guarantee that he has raced it or worked on it. He has raced cars, boats, razors, and motocross bikes. Ricky also owns a boat and chassis shop that he spends most of, if not all of his downtime at the shop or on a boat in the lake. Although his shop does struggle from time to time because of all the days he spends away to go to the events, especially during the summer holiday seasons. He also works and tunes the Shake n Bake car of Cody Baker. Ricky, Cody, Cody’s dad, and Ricky’s friend Anthony make up the pit crew for their cars. Ricky’s car is a 2010 Camaro named the “Junkyard Dog”. It is a perfect name for it. Its bits and pieces from so many other vehicles that were potentially scrapped. The Junkyard Dog has a 426 inch motor in it. Ricky is hoping that one day with all of his hard work and determination he can get a few sponsors to help him out along the way. Racing isn’t cheap, especially if you are doing it all out of your own pocket. He tried to quit racing once. He realized he had a shop full of expensive parts, 3 weeks went by and back to the track he went. You can’t keep him away for too long. At the age of 30, Ricky moved to North Carolina to work for Winston Cup Motors and dove into racing there as well. A few years later he made his way back to Texas and now calls Fort Worth his home. He’s been around for a while and doing street racing since he could drive. It doesn’t matter where he has lived, Ricky will make it home and find someplace to drive fast. According to him, the best time and place to show off your car is the Orlando World Finals. They shut the entire town down and you’re able to drive the streets with your race car. The Orlando World Finals has a field of about 70 cars from around the globe. Ricky has always placed in the top 15. Not too shabby for a self-made man there. Home life isn’t always what we actually have, but the people who are in it. Ricky has 3 children, a 15-year-old son who lives in North Carolina, and his two daughters who are 24 and 26 both in Texas. He also took in a young boy while he was living in North Carolina and helped show him the ropes growing up. Because his son lives in North Carolina he will always find a way to get him to any race he possibly can. “I’m just trying to pave the road for my boy Ricky Wilson the second. If he chooses this life too, if not that’s ok also”. At one point after a few hardships came his way, Ricky and his daughter were living in their shop. He used to try so hard to make it fun for her and take her to the YMCA to play and shower. Ricky apologized for the entire experience, only to find out from her, that those moments with him and the fun space he created for her, was the best time of her life. According to Ricky “It’s all a matter of perspective I guess”. He now resides in a 47 American Eagle bus that he keeps at the shop and uses to tow his car to all the events. One day he would like to retire to Florida where it’s warm and sunny. You don’t have to ask him about his dream job or dream car because he already has both. Working on cars and boats, and getting to play with them as well is a dream come true to him. The only thing that could make it better is an invite to the races to help it move along easier. If you’re looking for a real Street Outlaw, you need to look no further. Ricky is the only guy that I have ever heard of that has had a standoff with a sheriff and won. The short version of this story is: he was at gunpoint and refused to give them his car. He had his friend Anthony lock his car up and then proceeded to talk the officer into lowering his weapon. But if there is anything to learn from Ricky, is that sometimes it’s the simple things that mean the most. As for the other drivers out there, “I’m coming after them! Just kidding, I’m just a guy who wants to go racing and wants to have a good time and be on T.V. it’s pretty cool”. His final thoughts for me were this, “Be happy and live life the way you want to live it no matter what. Don’t let nothing deter you from the way you wanna be, and you’ll wish you did it when you didn’t get to”. So the next time you go to a No Prep event make sure you find his pit. You’ll be guaranteed a two for one deal of the Junkyard Dog and Shake n Bake, they will always take the time to stop and say hello to a fan.

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