The Drew Mob (Benicio x F!reader)

The Drew Mob (Benicio x F!reader)

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Context of The Drew Mob world》 This world was a corrupt one. There were two major races. Toons and Humans. The toons were made of ink and humans saw that as...ImPuRe... There were of course humans that didn't think this. But they would be killed by the police as fast as they would announce that what the government was doing was wrong... Toon Town was one of the safe havens that toons had. Almost no humans lived there. And the human government showed no interest in the city. The mafia was a big part of the city. It helped get it to the reputation it has now. Main Desc》 You were a happy child. Your mother being a famous singer and your father being a police officer made you have a secure child hood. You father taught you how to use a gun and how to fight incase you had to protect yourself while you mom taught you how to be a good person with a bit of sas. You were now all grown up. Your Mother having died while singing in a bar in a distant town called toontown. And your father who died on one of his missions. As you grew you were fascinated by singing. It was your passion. You and your mother used to sing all the time when she was alive. So you decided to become a singer. You got some fame from singing at local bars but living conditions were not good so you decided to move to Toon Town. Having heard that rent was affordable there. So you moved. You then decide it's time to continue singing and stumble upon a small bar. Called Moon Mans Bar... What awaits you? Well come and find out... ------------------------------ A/N: Hey I hope you guys like this fanfic! This idea is something that popped up in my brain so I hope it's an enjoyable concept to read. If you find any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes then please can you comment and i will make sure to fix them when i get the chance! Thank you for reading this description! <3 Cover by wovenstory on Tumbler ------------------------------
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ONGOING, SLOW UPDATES. Thank you for reading though! As a young girl you had always believed that monsters as they seemed, were always big creepy things, with sharp teeth and long claws. Piercing eyes and mouths wide enough to swallow you whole. But one thing you didn't realize is that, monsters aren't what you had always imagined them to be. They are real. And sometimes, they're a lot closer to you than you think. 18 year old Hana is forced into moving across the country to a foreign land, full of people she doesn't know, just for her father's business. She fears that she won't ever fit in, but that all changes when she comes across a mysterious boy, whom she can't seem to get enough of. Secrets are revealed, blood is shed and tears are cried but does Hana have what it takes to live this life she's been thrown into? Or will her depression swallow her whole as she fights to keep her head above water. "The mafia it seems is no place for a girl like you" "I'd rather die than be seen with the likes of you" "I can't! "I can't do this anymore. You lie you cheat you do everything in your power to make me not trust you! I've just found out you were using me and for what? To what end? Huh?" You scream into the boys face but he doesn't even flinch. His eyes still dark and stormy pools. "I trusted you. Maybe even loved you! What am I? Just a fucking toy to satisfy your musings?" You can't help but let a tear to slip down your flush cheek, allowing it to leave a warm traitorous trail down your face that cools and dries upon contact with the air around you. "Maybe that was the old me, but you aren't just a play thing now. You're my world"

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