#*stares at sharky in a way she understands!!*

[sm-baby]

OH IVE BEEN WORKING ON SOMETHING BTW THATS WHY I HAVEN'T BEEN POSTING ART-- DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME

#*stares at sharky in a way she understands!!* #Minecraft #mineblr #librarian #sheldon

[alexanderlightweight]

I really love that you open for prompts; it’s so exciting to see all the different things people prompt and to see what your mind comes up with.When Madzie feels ready to meet new people, Magnus and Cat take her to a small gathering with Downworld kids. But Madzie just stays with them and won't move around. So they ask her what she needs to feel safe enough to interact with the other kids. She needs her protector; she needs Alec. So next time, they bring Alec as well. (1/2)

okay so there is a second half of this prompt but i can't figure out how to add it to here. this is part of the an extension of you verse and Alec is dragged along because if he isn't, madzie might just create sharknado in rl.

lumine

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Alec has already explained to Madzie why he’ll be sitting for most of the outing, especially the start, and she understands it. He’s on a large, colorful quilt that she insisted he and Magnus and Cat create together with her.

It took a lot of magic and the night market and a lot of Alec's bloody fingertips, but they finally have a galaxy quilt with sharks, rays, jellyfish, whales and octopi spread out across it. Alec is carefully unpacking the bag he packed for them, ignoring Magnus’ magic that is eager to help as he carefully sticks a straw into a mundane juicebox.

It does not break this time and he smirks as he sets it down.

Madzie is sticking close, Sharkie Sharptooth held diligently in her hand as she stares solemnly across the playground. Alec reminds himself to stay sitting, because he has to be safe for all of the kids, not just Madzie.

“What’s caught your thoughts?” Alec asks, because they’re exploring the idea that anxiety and trauma are like giant nets that other people leave in the ocean of life. Not Madzie’s fault, but that doesn’t mean she’s not affected by other people being mean and dropping their trash.

As a result, Madzie is very conscious of littering and she and Alec have watched the same ocean conservation movie three times, because she’s stubborn and determined to understand it even thought it’s mostly a documentary.

Madzie looks at him carefully and then points, quietly to the very tall top of the jungle gym that Alec knows she still isn’t comfortable going on by herself.

“We just need to let Magnus know.” Alec reminds her, because it’s not that he’s not allowed to move, it’s that they want the other parents and kids to feel safe and Magnus knows better than he does what works. Magnus smiles at him, softly when he asks and then he personally escorts them — pulling Alec up from the ground and handing him Madzie — and they make their way over to the play structure.

Catarina arrives as Alec is carefully letting Madzie step from his shoulders to grab the handle that will let her pull herself all the way up.

A minute later, Alec is both keeping Madzie from jumping off the top with one hand and a young, small warlock from falling with the other.

“Are you going to hurt me for running into you?”

Alec is asked bluntly and he bites back a tired sigh as he finishes handing Sharkie to Madzie. Then, with the knowledge that she’s safe and secure, he kneels down, making sure to keep his hands relaxed and in view on his knees.

“A shadowhunter’s true duty,” Alec tells the little warlock carefully, “is to protect. But sometimes—” here he hesitates because he’s not sure it’s place to say, but he tries anyway. “Sometimes people are very selfish and they only care about themselves. Shadowhunters forget they’re people too, and that we can also be like that. So they pretend they're still good. At some point, we got really cranky and forgot that we’re supposed to protect people and not just fight all the time.” Alec tries, because he’s not sure how old this kid is but he’s not willing to risk traumatizing anyone under the age of fifteen.

Tiny grey fingers reach out and Alec holds himself very still and lets trembling, rough fingers trace the rune on his throat. It tickles more than it hurts and Alec finds his lips twitching into a similar smile to the one he shared with Madzie as he softens. Kids are so very hard to be stern with and Alec knows that warlock children aren't as innocent as they could be. That they're raised to understand the trials of the world they’ll face, but it’s always so endearing to be around children not raised for war and hate.

“What happens if I see a shadowhunter that’s not you?” The kid asks, curious despite his wariness and the way he presses against Alec's side reminds him of his siblings when they were young and pretending they didn’t lean on Alec for strength.

“Then you should do whatever your parents and teachers have told you.” Alec tells him, “and then remember to protect yourself first. If and only if—” and here he takes a breath, because this is something he has only discussed in theory with the other downworld leaders but this is as good a time as any. “If any shadowhunter ever takes you away, then you tell them that you’re under the guardianship of the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and that his shadowhunter is a nephilim commander, okay?” Alec isn’t enough a of a threat yet, but Magnus always has and always will be and now, Magnus has Alec on his side. “Magnus will come to get you, okay?”

“But what if I’m somewhere warlocks aren’t supposed to be?”

“Then I’ll come find you and Magnus will come to me, because there isn’t a single place in this world that I can go, where Magnus isn’t able to follow.” Alec smiles at that and he touches fingers over his own heart, “there is no magic that can keep Magnus from me, okay?”

The kid frowns but he nods and he reaches out to carefully touch Alec’s neck rune again, “they’re not as scary as I thought they’d be.” He whispers and Alec smiles sadly and pats the sand next to him.

“Do you want to learn what they mean, so you can recognize the ones you see?” Alec offers, because understanding usually lessens fear and he knows from Madzie that marks of power can be very intimidating. Madzie met Alec before Valentine and it’s the only reason she’s not completely terrified of his runes and despite how horrible it was, Alec can’t regret how that encounter went.

When he gets a quiet nod, Alec carefully begins to trace out the most important runes to know. Things that may not seem worth noticing, but can change the course of a fight.

Speed, strength, iratze, the circle rune which should always be run from and Alec is about to trace a fifth rune when Madzie interrupts them.

“Alec—” Madzie calls out and she’s scowling at him, Sharkie Sharptooth in her little fists as she glares at the little boy talking to him. “Sunfish!”

Alec slowly gets to his feet, giving the kid enough time to scurry away but he stays cautiously close. Alec figures it’s fine, since his adult is probably watching, and goes to Madzie. Catarina is here now, a coffee in her hand and a grimace on her face as she glares at the sun viciously. Alec knows it’s only the presence of regular warlocks that keep her from turning the day to an eclipse.

“Do you want— ow, Madzie.” Alec gives her a blank look, eyebrow raised and she pouts, crossing her arms. “Is there a reason High Warlock Sharptooth bit me?” Alec asks dryly and he ignores Catarina’s snickers, knowing this is his own fault for playing along with Sharkie Sharptooth’s sudden promotion three nights ago.

“Sunfish.” Madzie reminds him and despite the fact that she’s being rude, Alec laughs and indulges her. Madzie being rude is something to celebrate, they can figure out boundaries later, once she’s more confident in setting her own and regularly asking for what she wants. Catarina’s eyes are wet, because Madzie rarely is so insistent and Alec smiles at the fact that he’s helped create enough safety for this moment.

“Sunfish it is.” Alec says and he lifts her, and despite how far she’s come, he finds himself wishing that she felt safe enough to squeal and laugh like the other children. Instead, there is a soft gasp of delight by his ear as Alec raises her up and twirls her. There is no magic or runes involved, just is strength and Alec finds himself fifteen minutes later with Madzie still held high as she whacks away other children with Sharkie as he tries to not step on any tails or wings.

“Magnus, if you do not help me, I will be sleeping at the Institute for the next week!” Alec finally bites out as he balances carefully, Madzie with both of her fists in his hair as she holds Sharkie in her mouth and hisses at the children trying to zombie-climb Alec’s legs. If it weren’t for Madzie, Alec wouldn’t care, but he’s reluctant to risk her progress and from the way Magnus nods, he understands as well.

“Well, that’s a threat enough for me.” Magnus drawls from where he’s been enjoying a mimosa next to Cat and he glides over, smirk on his face as he snaps his fingers and butterflies began to fly around the park. Only the toddlers follow the glittering insects and Alec hides a smile as tiny, strong fingers threaten to destabilize him.

“Now, all of you have adults of your own to torment.” Magnus says, giving all the children a raised eyebrow, “run along.If you’re all good, I’ll bring my shadowhunter next time as well. Right now, I want him back.”

Immediately, they dash off. The respect and adoration they hold for Magnus clear as the scamper towards their adults and Alec mock scowls, knowing that there is drool in his hair from where Madzie started gnashing her teeth.

“I am filing a complaint.” Alec says calmly and he winks up at Madzie to make sure she knows he's joking. "The next time we have a spare weekend, Madzie and I are going to the ocean. You and Cat can be on sand duty, if we allow you to come.”

Catarina snickers as she joins them and she hands Alec a coffee that he accepts gratefully and he graciously promotes Catarina from sand duty to merely being a sunbathing bystander.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #an extension of you #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

The Baptist and the Blade

This one’s for you @roofgeese! Thank you for asking me to write some more John smut! I can never get enough of that little murder gremlin.

I found a prompt that I thought fit John perfectly - “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” 

Lemons ahoy!! 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI

Please forgive any typos or grammatical errors :)

Warnings: minor bloodplay, p in v intercourse, M!receiving oral, lots of religious imagery, two morally reprehensible people going at it

Words: 2515

Pairing: John Seed x Female Deputy

She stood in the thick boundary of trees watching him, silently, tracking his every movement. How proudly he stood on the shore watching his newest batch of sinners be baptized into the loving embrace of the cult. She waited for her moment to strike, when he was all alone. Her prey. 

“We must wash away our past. We must expose our sins. We must atone, for only then may we stand in the light of God and walk through his Gate unto Eden.”

The newest recruits were dragged up from the water into the mayonnaise white vans, his men following close behind, and as the headlights faded off into the distance she could finally make her move. Her boot snapped the thin twigs that scattered the ground and he snapped around to face her, bright blue eyes glued onto her in the dark.

“Deputy, out for a stroll? He snapped the bible in his hands closed. "It is a lovely night.” Placing it down on the large boulder behind him. 

“Coming back to the scene of the crime.”

His eyes trailed up and down her, “What would your resistance think if they found us out here together? Alone.” He clasped his hands behind his back, tapping the toe of his boot against the stones below.

“You seem to have no problem radioing me on a public channel so I'm sure most of them wouldn't be too surprised actually. Hell, I’ve had Sharky and Adelaide telling me for days that we should just get this over with.”

“Get what over with?” He prodded her to continue, teasing her with the flick of his eyebrow.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” Her scowl deepened as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yes.” He grinned from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat. 

She sighed heavily, “They think we should fuck.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle with her use of such crass profanity. This wasn't love, this wasn't sentiment, this was a promiscuous need, a desire to be fulfilled. Base and brutal, like an animal in heat, she was reaching out to the suitable male available to her.

“Would you agree with that sentiment?” He inched in closer towards her, his shoes crunching through the gravel beach, as his hips swayed like a prowling tomcat. 

“Would you?”

“I asked first.” He leaned in towards her, crystalline eyes made dark with his own libidinous desire. 

She rubbed at the back of her neck, feeling like an open wound, a dark cavernous hole only he seemed to be able to see the bottom of. “I think we both know where I stand on that.”

He reached out and ran his thumb against her lip. “So you enjoyed our kiss then?” Pride swelling in his chest. 

“You only did it to fuck with Joey.” Her eyes stared into his, staring him down. “I’m well aware.”

He placed his hand to his chest, rubbing his long fingers against his bare skin. “On the contrary, Deputy. I did it because of you. Your sins, I know them well, I have shared in them. If there’s one person who could ever truly understand you, it’s me.”

“What happened to wanting to cleanse me of my sins?”

“That will come in time.” He smiled, so sure of himself, so sure that she would see sense - the way Joseph had promised. 

She stepped forward, invading his personal space, if he even had a notion about what that was. They stood nose to nose, eye to eye, toe to toe. She’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she enjoyed staring at him - at his stupidly pretty face. 

“How would we go about doing that?”

His eyes fell to her chest, his hand brushing away the loose waves that sat at her shoulders, having fallen loose from her braid. “I’d need to mark you first, but you ran before I could.” 

Pulling off her jacket and her flannel, she tossed them onto the rocky beach. Wearing only a white tank top, no bra, her nipples were hard with the cold September air. 

His focus remained solely on the cleavage of her firm breasts. He licked his lips as his palm spread against her skin. His voice dropped lower in his throat, “Right here. Near your heart, for all to see, the badge of honor.”

“You mean like yours?” She slid her fingers in past the collar of his shirt, half unbuttoned already, running her fingertips against the scar tissue left behind. 

“Yes.”

His heart raced under his ribs, blood pumping, rushing through his veins, flooding his system. She could feel it drum against her fingertips, she could taste his adrenaline perfuming the space between them. Dragging her tongue across her teeth, her breath hitched in her throat. “And then would you cut it out of me, staple it up like the others?”

“No, I wouldn’t want to ruin such a -” he cleared his throat and looked back up at her. Her pale stare was deadly, fed by blood lust. She looked at him carnally, like he was a meal and she was starving. 

“Then what?” her voice was low, husky, a whisper on the night air. 

“Then I'd wash you, purify your soul.”

“Out there?” She nodded in the direction of the water, lapping feet away from them.

He nodded as she began to lean down and untie her boots, her mouth was so close…God help him. She kicked them away from her and unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping the fly, sliding them down her thighs. Her coiled snake tattoo on her leg bared its fangs for him, and her scars that scattered her flesh shone white in the moonlight. 

The air was cold and biting, a crisp autumn night, and she was wearing barely anything at all. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her embrace, kissing him as his hands slid over her muscular thighs and ass, grabbing at her, fingers dragging over her bare skin. He moaned against her mouth as his hands trailed against her. 

Sliding up her hips, his fingers glanced up her tank top, touching the first hint of scarred tissue. She groaned and bit his lip until she tasted pennies in her mouth, and then felt his cock pressing against her - rock hard with the taste of pain. She stepped back, trying to pull away, but he grabbed at her harder, dragging her back towards him, he wasn’t letting her go so easily this time. His fingers dug into her, marking her skin with crescents and bruises. 

“Don’t tease me, Kathleen.” He rasped. 

“Don’t fucking call me Kathleen.”

He smirked, licking his lips, blood on his tongue. “What are you trying to hide from me?”

“You won’t find that out until I say yes.”

“Ka - Kit…” He smiled again, slipping back into his smooth demeanor and not the corrupt believer he truly was. “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

“I don’t give in that easy, you know that.” She slid her hands down his arms, grabbing him by the wrists and pulling him off of her, eliciting a groan from him with the strength she used against him.

She walked backwards towards the edge of the water, the icy cold waves biting at her heels as they lapped against her skin. She waded in until she was knee deep, sliding her panties down, she threw them back up to the shore. The balled up material landed at his feet. 

“Coming to join me, Baptist?”

He curled his hands into fists, relaxing and flexing several times before walking towards the waters edge. Trying so hard to maintain some sliver of control, an ounce of respect. 

She shivered in the water, her lips turning purple, but she didn't care, she liked the sting and seeing the hunger in his eyes made her forget about the cold. 

“Another sin to add to your skin.”

“Where would you mark me with that one?” She grabbed his hand and slid it over the flat of her stomach, landing at the curve of her pelvic bone. “Here?”

A hiss escaped between his teeth as she took his hand and slipped it between her thighs. The dark waters acting like a mirror below, he could see the reflection of his fingers running over her soft, wet lips. 

“You said the greatest gift we have is to give…and you like to fill -”

His mouth crashed against hers, making her stumble back in the water, her hand curving up around his neck, fingers knotting into his hair, pulling on his strands. He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing rough, hurried circles against it. “I’m going to have you saying yes by the time I'm done.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

He slid his two fingers up into her cunt, while still focusing his attention on her clit, gliding in and out of her. The heat spread from his fingers up her spine like a wildfire. He was well-practiced, knew how to use speed and force to coerce her to speak, even if it was nothing more than a string of nonsense and curses. Her body shuddered, shivers turning to sparks and flashes of lightning as if the Lord above was working through the Baptist. His mouth dragged against her cheek, his hand wrapped up in her hair, tugging her head back. 

“Which would you prefer?”

“Whichever I deserve.”

His mouth wrapped around her neck, sucking on her skin, dotting her with bruises. She whined against him. He brought his mouth down on her shoulder and bit, hard enough to draw blood. He smiled up at her and licked her blood from his teeth, staining them pink. Tasting the sweet ambrosia that fueled her, iron and copper spilling down his throat. A blood pact between two debauched creatures. 

He pulled his fingers from her, dragging his tongue against them, keeping his eyes affixed on her, watching the flush float up her skin from her chest to her cheeks and up to the tips of her ears - all nearly as red as her hair. Sucking his fingers clean, he closed his eyes and forced himself to memorize her taste. 

“Are you seeking penance, Deputy? Is your guilt finally weighing down upon you?”

“I don’t feel so guilty anymore.”

He scoffed, “Such a sinner.”

“Maybe.” She dropped to her knees, water now around her waist. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, doe-eyed, innocent. 

He pressed his hand to her face, cupping her cheek, her teeth chattering under his touch. His adam’s apple bobbed at the sight of her before him. Supplication.

Her fingers were growing numb from the cold, but she still managed to unbuckle his belt and pull the fly down his jeans without fumbling. Her eyes went wide at the sight before her, what he lacked in height he certainly made up for in other areas. 

He smirked at her reaction, she was feeding into another one of his sins, he’d pray on it another time. For now he was much too busy doing God’s work, helping her to reach atonement. 

She looked up at him, desperate eyes pleading for forgiveness, opening her mouth to accept his sacrament. Her lips wrapped around the head, bobbing up and down along his length, inviting the host inside of her, taking him in as deep as she could go. 

The warmth of her mouth embraced him, sheltering from the bite of the autumn cold outside. Her eyes never left him, watching him with the ferocity of a predator. But in this moment he held the leash, he was her salvation, her chance to be allowed access to Eden.

Her saliva pooled at the base of his cock, dripping down into the dark waters of the lake that surrounded them. Holy water. She fought to swallow, struggled to breathe as she got caught up in her own rhythm, taking him in and out, her jaw growing sore, but she couldn’t stop, not yet. 

He pulled her mouth away, he didn't want to finish, not like that. She had offered him her holes to fill and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to enter her gates. He pressed her against him, her wet skin spreading its dampness onto his clothing, her body vibrating against him. She knew what he wanted and without a word of direction she slid her leg up the outside of his, wrapping it around him. His cock pressed against her slit. Rocking her hips, she began to grind against him, spreading her slick along the length. Thrusting up into her, he filled her. Her velvet walls tightened against him, squeezing. 

She bit her lip and stifled the moan that threatened to escape her, pressing her forehead against his. Her weight supported by him, he fucked up into her, hips snapping forward and back, violent and stabbing, the same unbridled madness he used when wielding a knife and she was at his mercy. She cried out into the night, a scream building in her throat. 

“Say it, Kit. Just say it.” He spoke breathlessly. “Say it for me.”

Her nails dragged down his sides, leaving long red scratches in her wake. He groaned and hissed, his hair falling free from its normally coiffed style, more the feral being she knew he was underneath. Grabbing at his thin waist, burning his skin as her fingers squeezed. She was getting so close now. So close and she couldn’t hide, couldn't pretend, not with him. 

“YES!”

He kissed her hard, forcefully, full of command. His thrusts were deeper, his pace slowing. He came inside her, tainting her, moaning a hymn against her mouth. 

Her head fell back as their mouths parted, panting up into the night’s sky. A million stars, the lights of angels twinkling above. Her muscles spasmed and the strength to hold her leg up around him gave way. She could have fallen back into the water if she didn't think he might drown her. 

He kept her upright, tight to his body. One and the same, they were connected,  entwined. 

“This can never happen again…”

“Regret, already?” He looked at her like he could read her mind. Like he knew it was all a lie. She lived so many, she could hardly separate the truth from them anymore, but he could always see through them. See her for what lay beneath her rotting layers. 

She pushed him off of her and stormed back up to the shoreline, picking up her clothes and her boots, heading back to the treeline as if what had just occurred between them didn’t happen at all. 

“Kit, you have no reason to be afraid,” he called up to her, “We love you and we will take you.”

She didn’t spare another second to look back, running into the woods, the branches of trees scratching at her skin, leaves whipping against her. Punishment. It was what she deserved for what she had just done. 

#lemons #far cry 5 #fan fiction #smut #john seed x female deputy #john seed #oc: kit cross #kit x john

[sharksa-shivers]

How does Max meet Sharky? 🐶🦈🤔 (Max's past)

This will be a few posts me thinks BUTTTTTTTTT........I did say i wanted to post about Max's past lol...And i haven't been posting as much sooooo i'll throw y'all a bone. :p

How does Max meet Sharky?

Sharky was about 8 or 9 and Max was about 7 or 8 whenever they encountered each other for the first time.

Sharky had gone with Amber out into town for errands/for fun/to get out of the Campsite for a bit. Sharky finds Amber shopping for clothes kind of boring and thus ends up going outside where it's just rained a bit ago. Even as a kid, we see Sharky absolutely adores the rain and is busy jumping in puddles and messing around. He's doing stuff you'd expect from a kid like trying to hop from one puddle to another without touching dry ground and whatnot…As Sharky's going along and playing, he hears a sound in an alleyway…

Sharky peers into the alleyway nervously before seeing it's another kid, just like him!! Sharky sees the kid has tumped a trash can over and is seemingly digging through trash, looking for food to eat…Along with other random stuff like batteries and random trinkets…Sharky watches this filthy dog boy dig around a bit more before speaking and introducing himself, wanting to talk and play with this other kid. This dogkid however…Quickly seems very skittish and offstandish, backing away some and looking at Sharky a bit fearfully…Sharky assumes the fear is the typical fear…And thus he's like "Look, i know i'm a shark but I'm not mean!!! I don't want to eat you or hurt you!!"

The dogkid raises an eyebrow after a moment and is like "………..The hell are you going on about? The hell is a shark?" Which…Absolutely busts Sharky's bubble there. Sharky stares in awe and is like "…You're not afraid I'm gonna eat you?" And the dogkid is like "…Wtf? No!!! I'm scared you're gonna rob me!!! Hands off!! The trash is mine to eat!!" And Sharky just…Takes a moment to understand the situation moreso…Sharky sees all the trash and looks at the dogkid again, seeing how dirty and malnourished he is…Sharky looks at him confused and is like "…Why are you eating trash?" And the dogkid is like "Cuz i don't have anything else to eat and I'm starving…"

Sharky takes this in and then feels bad, sitting down on the ground, opening up his jacket and getting a rice krispie treat out, handing it over. The dogkid stares and is like "…You're really gonna just give me that?" Sharky nods and says "Amber gave it to me. But i wasn't hungry when she gave it to me so i was saving it for later…But…You're hungry and I'm not still so…Take it."

The dogkid stares a moment, wondering if this is a trick before snatching the treat and devouring it rapidly, pretty much in like 2 or 3 bites which impresses Sharky. The dogkid finishes, wipes his mouth off and then he feels comfortable enough to introduce himself. "…Thanks for that…My names Max by the way i guess…" Sharky just seems giddy that he's made a new friend and introduces himself back.

After a bit, Amber comes looking for Sharky only to find him hanging out with Max whoms…Again, filthy and very malnourished…Amber sees Max and feels absolutely horrible considering this is a child and she's like "…Where are your parents?" And all Max can do is shrug and be like "…I guess i don't have any, idk…"

Amber feels even worse hearing this and Sharky at this point is like "Amberrrrrr, i don't wanna say bye to my new friend though!!!" And Amber is thinking and is like "…I don't think it's a good idea to let your new friend suffer on the streets by himself…"

And thus…Amber talks with Max some and encourages him to come home with her and Sharky. Sharky is very very excited for this idea and Max…Is very scared but…He definitely wants to get off the streets so…He decides to take a leap of faith and go for it… ----------- I shall post another thing xd, gib sec

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries rambles #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #max #sharky

[elaineplayz]

Feels Like I’m Cheating On You

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Pairing: Bakugou x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (Sorry, I can’t write an Angst without a Fluff, my heart couldn’t take it)

Warning: Slight KiriBaku (No, Kiri and Baku didn’t like each other here, they’re just bros here!), and Heartbroken Izuku (Not physically, but because that he realized that Y/N didn’t love him in a romantical way), Yelling, Cussing, no censor at the bad words, Couple Fight, Broke up, Suicidal attempts.

Word Count: 2102 Words

 About Y/N

Name: Y/N Shinsou

Quirk: Time Manipulation, she could make thing grow older, or younger. It’s also working to living thing, human it’s not an exception so she could heal them, or herself. She also can fix broken thing. She also can make time go to yesterday, or tomorrow, but of course, she cant make people forget about what happened about today just because she reverse the time. She could time teleport, but she can do it just for 4 hours, if more than it, her nose and mouth will started to bleed, and she will feel a very painful dizziness.

Related to: Hitoshi Shinsou (Cousin from F/N’s twin), Todoroki Shoto (Cousin from M/N’s cousin, Rei) and All Might (Uncle from M/N)

Get into U.A. by: Recommendation

Childhood friend of Midoriya and Bakugou

Height: 5'7 (170 cm)

Hobby: Creating songs, play music. Yea, she get along with Jirou very well

Y/N’s POV

Huft, who knows that working at Sir Nighteye’s agency will be this tiring. Saving Eri… Poor girl, she have to be an experiment tool since her childhood. I want to tell Katsuki, Hitoshi or Shoto but we have to keep this secret…

“Shinsou-san!” Iida called me.

“Yes Iida-kun?”

“Can you give this to Aizawa-sensei? If the Class Rep can’t doing his job, of course the Class Deputy is going to do that right?”

I sighed. Who the hell voted me? I didn’t asked to be voted, why do they vote me? There’s Momo that more responsible, I want to hand this job to her, but I realized this will be good for be a leader experience.

I nodded than take the documents.

“Arigatou Shinsou-san!”

“Ah, Douita! Well, gotta go”

After I gave the document, I walked to my dorm, but…

“Y/N!!!” Mina hugged me; she’s shaking.

“Yes, Mina?”

“C-can you help me?” She asked

“About-?”

“I just spill Uraraka’s juice!”

“Uraraka’s? Oh shit, you’re really messed up” I replied, while she dragged me into Momo’s room. I saw Momo shaking, and I look at the juice bottle.

Oh, Momo didn’t know where to buy that juice isn’t she?

I touched the juice and the bottle, then the juice is getting inside the bottle, that are floating. After the juices get all in, the bottle is already on the table.

“Thank you, Y/N!” Momo bowed.

“Hey no problem! Quit that bowing shit!”

“I don’t know how to say thanks, so take this!” Momo started to create something. And when its done, she gave me an… ENERGY BAR? She’s really a ‘Class’s Mom’, I wonder why they didn’t chosen her.

“Thanks, Momo” I walked into my dorm room, take a bath, then I get down waiting for dinner.

“Y/N-Chan, what do you think Lunch Rush’s Chef will cook for us?” Asked Izuku

“I dunno, what I know is I’m hungry, and I just wanna eat” I replied

Izuku chuckled, I’m the only girl that he can talk with normally, cuz he always got all flustered with other girls.

*Bruk*

Kaminari accidentally dropped a mug full of hot tea at my lap.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yelled at Kaminari, seriously?

“I’M SORRY!” Kaminari apologized, while he’s trying to clean the mess.

“Huft, no need to clean this, I reverse this thing’s time” I started to see the mug is go to Kaminari’s hand, when the tea is get into the mug, and my baggy pants started to dry.

-After eating-

What a terrible day. I get into my room; I look at my messy room. Ugh, I’mma clean this room. After I cleaned the room, maybe it takes 15-30 Minutes to clean my mess. I was going to sat at my bed and then…

*Kreet*

Katsuki… I hope he wont make me mad, today is the worst, don’t make it even worser. I look at Katsuki, he look bruised here and there.

“Welcome back, How’s training?” I asked.

“Shitty”

“Oh my, you’re bruised here and there!” I started to take a med kit.

“Shut up” He glared.

“What-?”

“I SAID, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He yelled.

“I only commented! Let me heal y- “He stitched his hand from me.

“Don’t touch me”

I inhaled.

“I’M JUST WORRIED, OKAY? I’M JUST GOING TO HEAL YOU, WHY DID YOU ALWAYS TAKE IT WITH EGO?!” I yelled.

Katsuki glared daggers at me, his eyes widened, explosion started to form.

I’m really pissed and disappointed right now, because of that, tears started to rush down from my eyes.

“Get out, WE ARE OVER!”

Katsuki’s eyes started to look disappointed, why? I don’t know. “Did you just broke up with me?”

“Yea”

“Goodbye…” “Goodbye… Bakugou”

Bakugou stomped away from my room.

Bakugou’s POV

I started to make explosion using my hand, Y/N looked at me with a disappointed look, tears started to form at her eyes. My expression softened.

“Get out, WE ARE OVER!” She yelled.

My eyes widen, my expression hardened.

“Did you just broke up with me?”

“Yea”

“Goodbye…” “Goodbye… Bakugou”

My heart is broken into pieces, even maybe her quirk couldn’t fix it.

I stomped away from her room, little that she know, I started crying after I get out from her room.

I get into my room, there’s Pinky, Earphone, Soy-Face, Dunce-Face, and Shitty Hair.

“We heard you and Shinsou’s yells. So, you two broken up?” Dunce Face spoke up.

“You should’ve known that she has a bad day, she’s a lil grumpy today. Ofc some of us haven’t noticed, because it’s just a little. She couldn’t stop swearing or mumbling under her breath” Earphone added.

“But Bakugou, I’m sure you two will make up again” Soy face assured.

“I don’t think so- “Pinky mumbled. I choose to ignore it

“Bakubro, if you need a shoulder to cry, you have us!” Shitty Hair grinned with his stupid grin.

I walked to him and cries, and the rest of them started to hugging us.

But why it feels like I’m cheating on Y/N? I’m just hugging Shitty Hair; we even didn’t have any romantic relationship…

Izuku’s POV

Broke up? Kacchan and Y/N?

I don’t know I should be happy or sad…

I liked her since childhood…

Flashback

“Are you alright?” I asked to Kacchan.

“DEKUUU!” Kacchan’s face started to redden because of anger, and he explode my face, hopefully he didn’t draws any blood there.

“Kacchan! What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N ran to me and Kacchan. She used her quirk to heal me.

“Why did you even be friend with a quirkless useless loser like him?!” Kacchan replied.

“A quirkless people isn’t useless! God is create all of this, and all of them is not useless! His dream is to be a hero, but hero is not as simple as have a cool quirk and fight villains! Our parents is our hero, even if their job isn’t a hero! Even if our parents is a villain, they brought us here! To the world! Even if Izuku is just a Quirkless Useless Loser, I rather be friend with him than with a Quirky Mean Bully like you!” She defended me.

Flashback End

She also preventing me from suicide.

Flashback

Kacchan walked away with his gank, there’s only me and Y/N left in the classroom. I stared blankly to the window. I walked and thinking about Kacchan’s ‘advice’. I climbed to stand at the window, my feet is going to step forward but-

“IZUKU DON’T!” Y/N pulled me inside the classroom.

“Why do you care?” I asked.

“You’re my only bestfriend, Izu! If you committed suicide, you’ll leave me here! Don’t, don’t do it just because that Meanie Pomeranian said so!” She cried.

“Sorry” I hugged her.

Flashback End

When she said that I can be a hero to All Might

Flashback

“He can be a hero! C’mon Uncle! If you can, why he can’t?”

“Y/N- “All Might looked at Y/N. Wait, he knew Y/N’s name?

“It’s his dream since childhood you know?!”

Flashback End

Maybe I should visit her now-? Or tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow, she hated when someone came at her when she’s absolutely pissed, the only person she’d let to interacting with her is only Todoroki-kun and Shinsou-kun.

Y/N’s POV

After Bakugou left my room, I jumped to my bed then cried…

*Knock knock*

“Get in” I answered.

I saw Shoto and Hitoshi came in, Hitoshi hugged me.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to question how can I came here.” Hitoshi smiled, I hugged him back. I looked at Shoto, he’s only looked at his hand, then hugged me too.

Shoto’s POV

I heard Y/N and Bakugou argued, they never been like this before. And when I heard Y/N’s sobs, I call Shinsou, even if my room is next to her room, I still can’t make people feels better.

“Hello Shinsou?”

“Oh, it’s you, what happen to Y/N?” Shinsou asked.

“How did you know it’s about her?”

“C’mon, it’s obvious. You wouldn’t need me if it’s not ‘bout Y/N.” He chuckled.

“Bakugou and Y/N broke up, I heard her sobs”

“What!? That rude bastard… Since I first met him in front of your class, I already know that he’s the worst! And when I found out that he’s dating Y/N, I already have a bad feeling!” Shinsou started to cuss. Shinsou is very protective about Y/N, not mentioning that I’m protective either.

“Open the front dorm door” Shinsou said.

“Since when you already there?! Ok wait!” I’m surprised, he’s fast.

I walked too 1st Floor, there I saw Iida and Yaoyorozu looked at the door, looking suspicious.

“Oh Todoroki-kun! I’m glad you’re here! I’m kinda suspicious, someone knocked the door! It’s not normal for Aizawa-sensei too go to our dorm at night!” Iida explained.

“No need to be suspicious, it’s just Shinsou” I replied.

“Shinsou-kun? Oh… Yea I understand”

I opened the door, Shinsou stomped in, ignoring Iida and Yaoyorozu.

Next Day

Y/N’s POV

I use my U.A. Uniform, take my suitcase (Hero Suitcase, y’know, that one if we open the suitcase, there’s the hero costume), and I go to the first floor, waiting for Izuku, Kirishima, Uraraka and Tsu.

“Oi Shinsou!” Kirishima called.

“Yeah?”

“Take this” He gave me an energy bar.

“Woah thanks”

“No problem, we have no time to take breakfast after all” He grinned with a sharky tooth grin.

“Guys let’s go!” Uraraka run at us, followed by Izuku and Tsu.

We have a meeting with heroes, plus Aizawa-sensei, after that Izuku asked something to me.

“Umm… Y/N, I have something to say” Izuku’s face redden immediately.

“Okay, what it’s about?” I asked, confused.

“I heard, you and Kacchan broke up yesterday, I’m sorry! I just wanna tell you that I already have feelings for you since childhood! Please date me! I know, it’s like I’m using the situation, but when I wanna confess to you, Kacchan and you already dating! I know you didn’t like me in that way, but please give me a chance!” Izuku’s face being as red as Kirishima’s hair.

I don’t know what makes me give him a chance…

“Okay Izu, I gave you the chance” I answered.

“Really? Thank you!” Izuku hugged me.

but I didn’t know that Kirishima is watching us.

Izuku grab my hand and walked home, I mean to the dorms.

But when he grab my hand its feels like I’m cheating on Bakugou

Everytime Izuku and I talk, my mind is always thinking about Bakugou… Yea I know… I’m still in love with him but I cant handle his anger anymore, I’m DONE. After saving Eri and U.A. School Festival, I write a song script, and then I take my guitar and stated to sing.

 “It started with a kiss

On our dorm’s couch

2012 was nothing serious

And then we caught the feels

It got really real

Too good to be true

I guess I thought you was, yeah”

I sighed, then continued

 “Why did I run away, run away, run away?

Oh, your love was everything, everything, everything

I know it's gettin' late, gettin' late, gettin' late

But can I still be on my way, on my way? Yeah~?”

I sobbed

 “I know I said, ‘Goodbye’, and, baby, you said it too…

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you

I thought that I'd be better when I found someone new

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you”

Katsuki, do you feel this too?

 “Baby, now, oh, cheating on you

Baby, now

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you”

I stopped, because Izuku opened my door.

“Y/N… you know, I already think about this…” Izuku’s voice sounded sad.

“About?”

“I realized that you still loved Kacchan, and Kacchan is always glanced at you, but not with a hateful expression, but missing someone expression.” Izuku started.

“So, I think we should broke up, I didn’t want to hurt myself more seeing this. I’ll try move on and make you two together” He grinned, but his eyes is not smiling.

“I’m sorry Izuku, I’m sorry for trying to use you as tool to get over my love for Bakugou!” I cried.

“It’s okay Y/N-san, love can’t be forced”

“So, you’re still in love with me huh?” I heard a familiar voice, I looked at the door.

“B-Bakugou?”

“Dumbass” He muttered, than hugged me.

“I’m also still in love with you”

“B-“

“Katsuki, now, we’re dating again, right?”

I nodded. I forgot that Izuku is still here, watching me and Katsuki with a heartbroken look.

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[chaoticpuff17]

Suga, We’re Going Down

part 13

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hello, my darlings! I have another update for ya’ll! the moment you have all been waiting for! *laughs evilly and slinks back into my cave*--- chaotic puff

Eun Jae was either more upset by the incident than she had realized, or more likely, he had picked up on how shaken she was. The little boy had been glued to her side since she’d gotten off the phone with Yoongi. All he wanted was cuddles, and she wasn’t quite sure if it was for his sake or hers. 

They’d both turned in for an early evening, after an afternoon of Pororo,  coloring, cuddles, and bath time for the toddler. 

The next day found the pair in much the same  position. Y/N hadn’t even bothered getting them out of comfy clothes. What was the point when it was just going to be a lazy day with her favorite little guy? It was a normal day for them for the most part, until there was a knock on the door. 

A quick glance told her that Eun Jae was thoroughly invested in the opening of Finding Nemo with his favorite stuffed dinosaur firmly clutched in his little arms, and she went to the door, expecting to find Nina on the other side. 

She opened the door, shocked to see Yoongi standing on the other side. Hadn’t they agreed that her home was a private space? What was he doing here? Why hadn’t he called first?

“Yoongi?”

“Y/N.” he greeted, eyes darting over her figure. “Are you feeling better?” 

“I’m fine.” she stuttered eyes wide with shock. 

He sighed in relief, a slight smile spreading across his features only to fall away as a little figure poked its head out from behind her legs. She hadn’t even noticed Eun Jae following after her?

“Who’s that, Eomma?” the little voice called, staring up at Yoongi with wide dark eyes.

She pasted on a smile of her own, placing a hand on the little boy’s head reassuringly. “He’s a friend of Eomma’s.” he tugged on her leg, frowning in disbelief, and she responded immediately by lifting him up and resting him on her hip in a move that was so easy, so natural, that Yoongi knew she had to do it often. 

“Like the weird man?” he asked, curling his fingers into the neckline of her shirt. 

“Not quite, baby.” 

“Bad man?” he asked, eyes wide and worried. 

“No, baby. He’s not a bad man.” the last thing she needed was for Eun Jae to be more stressed after yesterday’s events. 

A million thoughts were racing through Yoongi’s head.

An eomma? Why hadn’t any of his research shown this? She had a child. There he was staring back at him trying to figure him out just as much as he was, both of them confused by the current situation. 

He had to admit that there was something of Y/N in the child’s face, but how could there be a child? She’d been a virgin up until fairly recently. There was no way that the child was hers. He couldn’t be, and yet he looked so much like her and someone else though Yoongi couldn’t quite put his finger on who it was yet. 

There was a sister. Wasn’t there?  And if he remembered correctly, there might have been a vague mention of a pregnancy, but he couldn't recall exactly what the circumstances were. He hadn't really been focused on the sister, especially since the woman didn’t seem to be in her life. But what was the child doing here? And why was he calling her eomma? 

The child gave him one last distrustful look before burying his head in Y/N’s neck. 

“What are you doing here?” she asked swaying gently on her feet, a calming motion for both her and the little one. 

“I came to see if you were alright. You said you were sick.” he answered still a little stunned by the sight of the child. 

“My home is off limits.” she reminded him, voice strained. 

“I can see why.” he huffed, eyes still glued to the little boy. 

She stiffened, her grip tightening around the child. “You should go.” 

“Eomma!” the little one called out, still hiding his face in her neck. “Nemo?” 

“Sure, baby.” she smiled, setting the kid down and moving further into the little apartment. 

The child paused, staring up at Yoongi for a moment before he seemed to come to a conclusion. 

He reached up a little hand and grabbed Yoongi’s tugging him into the apartment. 

The apartment was small but cozy. It bore the evidence of both Y/N and the child’s residency. There were textbooks next to coloring pages on the table, and toys scattered across the floor, not to mention Finding Nemo playing on the TV. Y/N herself looked more comfortable, almost disheveled, more so than  he had ever seen her before. She looked far more like a mom than the cellist he had first set eyes on. 

Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, with her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She was dressed in a baggy pink sweater and a pair of leggings. Clearly she hadn’t been expecting guests, but Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to care about that right now. There was a child.  

The little boy plopped back down letting go of his hand and picking up a dinosaur plushie turning his attention back to the children’s movie. When he noticed that Yoongi hadn’t joined him on the floor, he looked up almost offended. There was a quick tug on his pant leg, and Yoongi sat down without a second thought. 

Both boys noticed that Y/N wasn’t with them though. She was staring from a few feet away, stiff and frightened. Eun Jae wasn’t having that though. 

“Eomma!” he called, reaching out to her with the hand that wasn’t clutching onto the dinosaur. 

She responded immediately, coming to stand beside them. “Do you want to sit on the couch or is it floor time?” she asked, waiting for a response before she sat down. 

“Floor.” the little boy chirped, sending his mother a wide, scrunchy grin that wrinkled his little nose. 

“Okay, Jae Jae.” she smiled fondly, sitting down next to him on the side opposite Yoongi.

“Jae Jae?” he asked, still trying to figure things out. 

“Eun Jae.” the little boy piped up. “This is Bambam.” he grinned holding out his dinosaur. 

“I’m Yoongi.” he introduced himself awkwardly, not sure what to do with this revelation. He wasn’t used to children, and he certainly wasn’t expecting his angel to have one. “That’s a nice dinosaur.” 

Eun Jae’s face scrunched up in thought again before he thrust the plushie into Yoongi’s hands. “You can cuddle Bambam. I’ll cuddle Eomma.” Without further ado, he flopped into his mother’s side, making himself comfortable there, and Y/N’s hand immediately went to his head, gently combing through his hair as they all settled in to watch Nemo and his classmates go off on their first day of school. 

Neither adult said anything. Y/N wasn’t sure what to say, and Yoongi was still trying to make sense of it all. By the time that the fish had made it to the dentist’s office, Eun Jae had become restless, as toddler’s are prone to do, and moved over to the coffee table to start coloring again. 

After a few minutes of that, Eun Jae looked back at Yoongi holding out a crayon to him in a silent invitation to color, one that Yoongi knew better than to refuse. If this was her kid, he needed to be on his good side. If the kid was willing to reach out, he was going to take full advantage of it. 

“Can you draw a shark?” the little boy asked him, tilting his head to the side. 

“I can try?” he offered reaching for a black crayon, only for the little boy to stop him with a frown. 

“No! A purple shark.” he demanded. 

Yoongi didn’t quite understand why the shark had to be purple, but he wasn’t going to argue with the kid about it. 

After a while of silent coloring, he presented his finished purple shark to the kid. “That’s a bad shark.” the kid deadpanned, earning a laugh from his mother and a scandalized look from Yoongi. “It’s okay.” he patted Yoongi’s arm sympathetically. “Eomma can’t draw good. You’re better.” 

“Hey!” Y/N called offended. “See if I ever draw a dinosaur for you again.” 

“Can we have snacks?” he asked, looking at her innocently. 

“You insult my drawing skill and now you want snacks?” 

“Yes pwease!” 

“What do you want to eat, buddy?” she asked, rolling her eyes at her son. 

“Jajangmyeon!” he called.

“That’s not a snack buddy.” 

“But, eomma!” he whined, lips trembling as he pleaded. 

“How about we have it for dinner instead?” Yoongi suggested, shocking both himself and Y/N.

The little boy thought for a moment, brow scrunched up as he contemplated the offer. “Okay. Promise?” offering his pinky to the man. 

“Promise.” Yoongi agreed, sealing the pinky promise.

“How about gamjajeon for a snack?” she asked, still a little startled by how well her toddler was getting along with a complete stranger. He didn’t usually like strangers. There was also the fact that Yoongi had basically invited himself for dinner as well, but that was a problem for a different moment. 

“Okay, eomma!” he smiled. “Can Yoongi have gamjajeon too?” 

“Sure, buddy. Yoongi can hav gamjajeon too.” she stood up, giving her son a kiss on the head before moving over to the kitchen to whip up the snack. 

The little boy ignored her, having already gotten his request for a snack approved, turning his attention to Yoongi instead. “Can you draw a whale? Sharkie needs a friend.” 

“Sure, kid.” he nodded. “Purple whale?” he asked, earning an enthusiastic nod and a scrunchy smile from the kid. 

After a while, Y/N came back with two small plates of the fried potato pancakes setting them both  down in front of the boys. 

“Eomma, look!” Eun Jae held out the picture Yoongi had drawn for him. “Sharkie has a friend now!” 

“Wow!” she cheered, her awe a little over exaggerated, but that’s what you did with kids. “That’s so good, buddy!” 

“Yoongi drew them!” 

“Did you tell Yoongi thank you?” 

“Thank you, Yoongi!” he cheered diving into his arms to give him a big hug. As quickly as the hug came, it was gone, leaving Yoongi reeling. “Juice, eomma?” 

She nodded, already headed back to the small kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink? We have tea, juice, water, banana milk. I think I still have some coffee left. It’s not as fancy as your coffee, but it’s coffee?”

“Tea would be great.” 

She nodded, moving into the kitchen to prepare drinks for everyone while Eun Jae demanded that Yoongi draw jellyfish for him. 

Snacks eaten and several more demands for various sea creature drawings later, Eun Jae began to nod off, unsurprising given that it was reaching that point in the afternoon. But if she mentioned naptime while Eun Jae had his new ‘friend’ there, she was bound to get a tantrum, and she didn’t really want to deal with that. So she settled herself on the sofa with a blanket, and Eun Jae made his way over to bury himself in her lap, draggin Yoongi over to the sofa as well. Soon enough, the toddler had drifted off to sleep, leaving the apartment silent except for the last dramatic moments of Finding Nemo. 

She would have been a fool not to notice the tension in the air. Yoongi had been great with Eun Jae, taking it all in stride and not demanding answers in front of the child, but the child was asleep now, and there was nothing stopping him from demanding those answers anymore, but she could delay it for a few more minutes. 

Making sure that Eun Jae was really out, she scooped up the little boy and moved him to the bed, tucking him in for his nap. The only problem was, now there was nothing left to do. 

“I think we need to have a talk, angel.” 

part 14

#bts #bts fic #yandere bts #bts suga #bts yoongi #min yoongi #bts fanfic #yandere yoongi #rapper yoongi #yoongi x reader #suga we're going down #suga #yandere suga #suga x reader #agust d #dark romance #sugar daddy au #yandere #soft yandere

[itachi-uchiha-deserved-better]

For this blind Itachi AU I have this scene in my head. And its kind of jumping around but-

Sarada often visits her Uncle's grave site. (Obito still tells Sasuke the truth about Itachi, and eventually Sasuke does tell Sarada about the massacre) and especially when Sasuke is out of the village, Sarada goes there to bring offerings in Sasuke's place.

But every time Sarada goes, she feels like she isnt alone. There is a sense of being watched, but Sarada never catches anyone even with her Sharingan.

Sometimes she feels it on missions too. She feels it a lot early on, but less and less as time goes and when she becomes a chunin she learns to all but ignore the sensation on the rare occasion it does occur.

Until the first time a mission goes badly sideways.

Bad Intel leads Sarada and her team right into a trap. And as Kunai fly around her, Sarada readies herself for the fight of her life. Only for it to be over in an instant. There is a blur of movement. A huge lumbering man with blue skin and sharp teeth and a massive sharkskin sword is cutting through enemies while two smaller figures in black put themselves on either side of her team deflecting any attacks that come their way.

Sarada stands with her mouth agape, sharingan flared to life, trying to understand what just happened. She focuses on the two men in black. One has unruly curly hair and bandages tied over his face, obscuring his eyes. The other man has long silky black hair and two milky white eyes that seem to peer right through her.

"Who are you?" Sarada raises a Kunai, still on guard in case these newcomers are a threat. Although based on what she just saw, she knows she wouldn't stand much of a chance.

The slender man with long silky hair doesnt answer. The curly haired man smiles.

"Dont worry about it. You and your team should head back to Konoha. Tell them they have a mole they need to deal with."

Sarada shakes her head, "who are you? How do you know that? Why did you help us? You arent wearing headbands, what village are you from?"

The curly haired man grins wider, then turns towards the looming shark like figure at the edge of the trees.

"Hope that scratched your itch, sharky."

"Peh. Hardly worth my time if you ask me, bird for brains."

The man with the long hair is still staring at her. There is something unsettling about his gaze. Like he is somehow looking past her and piercing right down to her core at the same time.

"You must be a Hyuga." The resemblance is close, dark hair, milky eyes, but they dont look quite like any byuakuugan that Sarada has ever seen.

He doesnt blink, "must be."

"Thank you for your help." She bows shallowly, never taking her eyes off of his face.

He doesnt answer.

"Oiy!" The curly haired man is talking again, "I thought I told you to get out of here. You have a mission to complete."

Sarada finally breaks her eyes away from the long haired man's face. Her team gathers around her and they disappear back towards home.

It isnt until the next time Sarada visits Itachi's grave that she realizes why the long haired man's face looked so familiar.

[deaththesyd]

Meet The Parents: Chapter 1

My home-life has been getting a lot more turbulent lately, all stemming from my parents. It sucks, but that's what finally inspired me to write something postable, so I guess some good has come of it.

Summary: Introducing her parents to her sharky boyfriend hadn't exactly been in her plans, but it seemed as though that day was inevitable and fast approaching.

“Mom, no. I’m fine, you don’t need to check in on me, I’m a grown-ass adult,” came an exasperated voice from outside. Kisame couldn’t help but be drawn towards the commotion, finding his very stressed girlfriend pacing on the porch, one hand clutching a phone to her ear, the other pinching the bridge of her nose as she argued with, presumably, her mother. Closing the door softly, he joined her out in the cooling fall air. Taking a seat on the porch swing, he waited quietly, well, as quietly as the old creaky thing would allow. She had of course noticed him, but her battle of mother VS daughter held her attention for the moment. It finally came to an end when instead of shouting louder into the phone, she let out a sigh that fogged in the cold and offered a compromise. “I’ll come visit you, how about that?” she offered, her pacing pausing as she waited for an answer. He couldn’t hear that end of the conversation, but with another conceding sigh and an “I love you too,” she ended the phone call. Staring at the screen of her contacts for a moment before turning it off, she turned and plopped down in the seat against Kisame’s side, pushing the creaky swing back and forth again.

“I take it you haven’t spoken with her in a while, huh?” Kisame spoke, slinging an arm along the back of the seat, his hand coming around to brush at her hair comfortingly, grazing at her cold skin. Her response didn’t come fast, instead, she pushed off of the old wooden planks of the porch, intensifying the lazy swinging, before curling her legs up onto the seat and gazing up at the changing leaves. Leaning closer to him when a cold wind rattled the branches above and nipped at the exposed skin of her face.

“I know I should try harder to keep in contact, but they just take so much effort to be around,” she said, guilt and confliction plain on her face.

“What makes them so hard to deal with?” He wondered, “you handle the crowd in there no problem,” he grinned when she gave a small chuckle.

“Dealing with a chaotic household is second nature to me because of my parents,” she explained, “It’s also plenty more manageable when I have you around, Handsome.” Chuckling at her appreciative smile, he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to her forehead, feeling his heart melt when she leaned up for him, eyes closed and trusting. The brief moment didn’t last, the stress she felt returned to her face, “If you had to deal with them firsthand you would understand my reluctance.” Kisame considered that, thinking back to what little he remembered of his own family. Before the death of his mother, he had been cared for quite well. His upbringing was tough of course, as part of a clan that wasn’t held in high regard in his village, but he didn’t remember ever wanting to leave his family behind. The village maybe, but to purposefully avoid his blood relations? Kisame couldn’t relate to the contempt she held towards her parents, but she had a point. Outside of making snap judgments to assess the threat level of a person, he tried not to make a habit of letting others skew his view of people without giving them a fair chance.

“I’ll just have to come with then,” he said matter of factly, startling her out of the silence that had taken hold as he thought.

Squirming against his side she looked up at him, frazzled, “I didn’t mean that!” She sputtered out, “there’s no way I would subject you to any of their craziness!”

Carefree, he dipped the toe of his slipper to the porch, pressing off and setting their squeaky perch in motion again, the unexpected motion making her compensate for her lack of balance by pushing back into him, only to find the arm lazily slung behind her holding her steadfast. “Is that your way of saying you’re embarrassed of them meeting me?” He teased, earning a scoff and an eye roll.

“You know damn well I am not embarrassed of you,” her voice was stern, even as a joke, she never allowed him a single doubt. Tense muscles relaxing in his hold once more, she deflated as she continued, “If anyone is embarrassing, it’d be them, sure, with new company they attempt to behave themselves, but they can only manage that for a while.”

“Though I don’t think cutting them out of your life is right, you could just blow them off, couldn’t you?” He asked, hating to see how the topic twisted her expression with distress. With a bittersweet smile, she shook her head.

“If I don’t pay them a visit, they’ll show up on my doorstep and I won’t be able to get them to leave without calling the cops,” Kisame looked at her incredulously. “I wouldn’t,” she said defensively, “I just don’t like the idea of them ambushing me and I also don’t really know if they would be alright after dealing with my other ‘guests’.” As if on cue, from inside there was a large crashing noise accompanied by the muffled raised voices.

With a groan, she moved to check on the wellbeing of her home but was stopped by the immovable arm that held her tight. “Kisame I-” he cut her off with a shush, pulling her flush to his side.

“They can handle whatever that was,” he assured, knowing that if they didn’t he would. “And that settles it then, we will go and deal with your parents together, and after that, I’ll start reminding you to call more so that fewer visits are needed,” he grinned down at her doubtful expression.

There was no changing his mind she knew, but still, “I could go by myself ya know, I’ve dealt with them my whole life, you don’t have to force yourself for me,” she tried weakly to persuade him, but he shook his head with a laugh.

“If I stay here, I have to deal with them without you, no way I can manage that.” Defeated though she was, she couldn’t let him win without finding something to tease him over.

“You really couldn’t manage a few days, Mr.Big-Tough-Ninja-Man?” He chuckled lowly, his expression turning dark.

“Not without it ending badly for the others,” he said, sounding just a bit too serious for her taste.

“You’re going to meet my parents,” she said softly, her gaze shifting back up to the shifting leaves, still sounding worried.

Affectionately he squeezed her arm, bringing her focus back to his face, he smiled gently at her. “Hey, I’m Mr.Big-Tough-Ninja-Man, remember? I can handle your parents.” His confidence was infectious and she couldn’t help but adore the man beside her. Brushing her lips against his shoulder, careful of his gills, she nuzzled into him, her cold nose warmed by his body heat.

“Of course you can.”

#Akatsuki Invaders #kisame x reader #Kisame x OC #Fluff #Established realationship #Low-key wish fulfillment #kisame

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makeshift truce [ jacob seed ] | 1,520 words

"Judging by your face, I'd say your day was just as bad as mine." Rook laughed humorlessly, as she pushed open the heavy cabin door to see none other than Jacob Seed sitting at the small table with a bloody rag tightly wrapped around his leg.

“Maybe worse. Sit down.”

Rook limped forward to the table as she held her arm, falling into the seat across from Jacob with a groan of pain. Rook watched silently with a careful eye as they fell into the same old routine, Jacob pulling supplies from the small first aid kit seemingly at home on the table, this being the fifth time the two had descended on the small abandoned building in the last few weeks.

The first time Rook burst through the door, bullet wound in her leg bleeding and wind knocked from her lungs, she was like a deer in headlights. Patching up his own injuries at the kitchen table, she thought that Jacob had found her little hiding spot away from both the chosen and the Whitetails, and was there to finish the job his soldiers couldn't over the past month Rook had been running around the mountains.

But when she saw the blood seeping through the green camo of his shirt, she knew that killing her wasn't the first thing on his mind, for now.

She doesn't know what drives her, apart from the searing pain in her leg, to sit down beside the man who's been playing sadistic cat and mouse with her for weeks, but despite her better judgment, she collapses unceremoniously into the dining chair beside him anyway.

Ignoring her own injuries, Rook eyes Jacob almost as closely as he eyes her, both of them silent as they assessed the threat level they were both facing.

Jacob had seen Rook in action, up close and from a distance, both being experiences that made him proud of his little prodigy. Rook however had only ever heard stories of the great Jacob Seed, mostly from his brother John as she sat tied up in his bunker with a tattoo machine near drowning him out.

Rook knew the bullet went straight through the graze in her leg, but looking at Jacob as he faded from consciousness, she knew he hadn't been so lucky.

She was almost insulted looking at him, with his own eyes beginning to sway as his condition worsened.

After all of the stories, all of the conditioning, the tormenting, and one little bullet from someone else's gun was gonna be the thing to take him out?

Rook kept an eye on him as she rolled up the leg of her pants, throwing her foot up on another seat to try and help the blood flow slow slightly as she snatched the first aid kit from his side of the table, taking the antiseptic, bandage, and fasteners, and treating her own injuries first.

But, once the graze was cleaned and secured, Rook scooted her seat around to sit in front of Jacob, a line of confusion creasing between his eyebrows.

Eyes watching his the whole time, looking for any sign of hostility, Rook wrapped her hand around Jacob's wrist, pulling his hand that had been applying pressure away and letting it drop to his lap.

Taking a fresh rag and some antiseptic to the wound, Jacob took a sharp breath in between his teeth, watching as Rook pulled tweezers from the bag and looked to him for a moment before hesitating, grabbing the roll of bandage from the table after a second thought and handing it to him.

"Bite." She says quietly, not quiet expecting him to listen to her.

After a moment of consideration, Jacob takes the bandage and puts it between his teeth, Rook immediately digging into his shoulder as she looks away from his face for a moment to find the bullet lodged inside him.

Even more surprisingly, he barely makes a sound as she digs through his flesh, carefully pulling out the bullet and throwing it over her shoulder before taking the roll of bandage from his mouth, knowing she'd have to tie it because the six fasteners were on her leg.

She couldn't be too nice to him, after all.

Jacob knew pain like the back of his hand, but at the feather light touch of Rook moving his shirt to wrap the bandage around the quite frankly awkwardly placed injury, and ghosting across his skin, he held his breath.

That was, until she pulled back, throwing what was left back into the first aid kit.

"Why?" Jacob asked simply and quietly, as Rook stood on shaky legs.

"If anyone's killing you, it's gonna be me." She said plainly, grabbing a bag of gear from under the bed in the corner and leaving Jacob slumped at the table, silently disappearing into the hills.

Now, they sat at that table once again, Room's arm sitting on the table between them as Jacob's steady hands pierced the needle through her skin once again, expertly sewing up the wound that she sustained from one of the Chosen who had caught her with his blade.

Not many words were exchanged between the two in these situations, but with the makeshift truce in place, Rook spoke quietly.

"You sew better than the last person that fixed me up."

Jacob's eyes stay focused on his work, moving her arm slightly to better position her.

"Must'a been a shit nurse, huh." He responds, more as a statement than a question.

"He tried his best, still got the scars to prove it though. He's a better pilot than a nurse." Rook explained shortly, flinching as yet another knot was tied.

"Pilot?"

"Former air force. Him and I both left at the same time to join the police."

She sat there silently, waiting for him to put the pieces together as he moved three more stitches down her arm.

"I would kill Peaches if he tried stitching me up."

Rook can't help herself, sending a small smirk in his direction as she recalled sewing up a knife wound on his leg two meetings prior.

"That your way of saying I'm special?"

"It explains how you stole my plane." Rook finches as Jacob ties a knot extra tight compared to the others, pulling the subject away from the jokingly flirtatious wink she sent his way.

"Ah, your plane was step one." Rook smiles teasingly, remembering the look on Nick's face as she and Sharky pulled up at his airstrip in the shining red Pack Hunter, "Step two is stealing your heart."

"You know," Jacob raised his eyes from her arm to stare straight into hers, Rook's breath catching because of the close proximity and the intensity of his gaze, "if you were actually smart, you would shut up."

"Maybe you should include some studying in the next conditioning session cause I'm about as smart as a rock." Rook laughed, before rasing her eyebrow as she nodded towards him. "I mean obviously I'm not that bright, I saved you after all."

Jacob's hands stopped for a moment, before finally finishing the row of thirteen stitches running down the length of Rook's forearm. Throwing the materials back into the first aid kit, Jacob sat back in his seat, eyeballing Rook as she rolled her eyes and organised the items inside before shutting the lid.

"You never actually told me why you help me, even though I told you when you asked." She says quietly.

Standing up and walking to pick up her pack from beside the couch, Rook scoffed as she slung the strap over her shoulder.

"Eli said you'd taken a shining to me when he first pulled me outta that hotel, but don't worry, I know that isn't the case."

Jacob bit his tongue, unaware that anyone apart from John knew anything about his early intrigue around the Deputy, who's name he'd still yet to find out. Of all people, he'd think Eli would be the last to know. Meanwhile, Rook choked down the feeling of disappointment bubbling in her throat at her own words, a feeling she was yet to understand the meaning behind as her thoughts clouded her mind every time she tried to figure it out.

Forcing the memories of feeling her careful touch across his skin, and the soft words she spoke to him that would sooth the pain he would feel from the Whitetail attacks, one's that he would let himself react to a second too late just so he could hobble over to the cabin on Cedar Lake and see her again, Jacob replied as coldly as possible.

"I've put too much time, and effort, into you to let you die before you serve your purpose. If it wasn't for Joseph, I would have killed you a long time ago."

Sensing the slight edge to his voice, Rook throws a smile over her shoulder as she opens the cabin door.

"Keep telling yourself that." Rook laughed, holding the door as she hesitated to leave, upon seeing Jacob trying to hide the smile threatening to cover his face at the attitude she never failed to throw at him.

"Trust me, it's better for both of us if I do, Little Wolf."

#Jacob Seed #far cry 5 #Fc5 #Joseph Seed #John seed #Faith seed #Jacob Seed fanfic #Jacob Seed imagine #Jacob Seed one shot

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The Baptist ✰

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Warnings/ Blood, Violence, strong language, substance abuse, choking, needles, insinuated sexual references, and potential smut. Viewer discretion advised.

A/N - Heyy!! I’m back with chapter seven! Just want to give a, heavy content warning, I know they’re listed above but this chapter includes choking and even smut...yes, I finally wrote some smut for this story, ha! I’d also like to say that I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to get this chapter posted but I’m glad to be back. I’ve officially graduated high school (since may-june, I was homeschooled) so now I have lots and lots of free time so expect more chapters soon! One more thing, I posted a masterlist which can be found in my bio and I also have it pinned to my profile. Okay, I hope you enjoy this lengthy chapter! <<33

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Delaney finally found out that while she was in John’s bunker, Nick’s wife Kim gave birth to their daughter, Carmina. Delaney decided that before things go any further with Sharky, she has to decide where things are going with John. Before she goes back to the bunker, she makes a pit stop to see someone special. 

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𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

“Hey, we can take my jeep. Once you drop me off at the bunker, you can just drive it back to my house unless John decides to send in the cavalry.” I said throwing Nick the keys and shaking my head. “It’s so fucking annoying when he does that, the bliss bullets make me feel so shitty.” I sat in the passenger seat and struggled to buckle myself because I was shaking so bad. “Hey, are you okay? Be honest.” Nick grabbed my arm and stopped me. “No...not really. I just - when I went to go arrest Joseph, I didn’t know this is how the county would turn out.” I put my head in my hands. I wasn’t crying, I was just disappointed. “Look, none of this is your fault. Nobody knew this is how it would’ve turned out. Don’t blame yourself.” Nick said as he rubbed my back. He took his hand off and started the engine. “Look on the brightside, we’re going to see Carmina right now. Don’t worry about anything peggie related until it’s time, D.” Talking stuff over with Nick, cleared my mind. We pulled up to Nick and Kim’s house, standing on the porch was Kim holding Carmina. “Oh my god! Congratulations guys. Kim, she’s gorgeous. How’re you feeling?” I said as I was rubbing Carmina’s head. “I’m doing alright! My feet hurt so bad though. Other than that, I’m so relieved she’s here.” Kim handed Carmina to Nick and pulled me in for a long hug. “Look, I know things are tough right now but I want you to know that Nick and I are always here for you. What’s going on right now isn’t your fault, remember that.” She rubbed my back. Tears rolling down my face, Kim pulled away. “Nick, why don’t you give Delaney her goddaughter, I’m sure she’s dying to hold her.” Kim said smiling sweetly at me. “Oh, she’s so small. She’s going to grow up to be an amazingly strong woman just like her mother.” I said as I was rocking Carmina back and forth. “And just like her godmother too.” Kim said smiling at me. 

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙

As the sun sets, I realize that I still need to head back to the bunker. “I’m going to have to hand beautiful Carmina back to you, Kim. I have to head back to John’s bunker. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t sent in the-” As Kim grabs Carmina, I feel a bliss arrow shoot straight into my thigh. Suddenly, everything around me fades to black. 

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

As I start to wake from unconsciousness, I hear faint grunting in the background. I don’t know where I am but the last thing I remember is being with Nick and Kim meeting their daughter. She was so petite and wholesome. I’m heartbroken to know that she has to be raised in the current state of Montana. This isn’t how I wanted things to turn out. Innocent families ripped from their homes, citizens being held under their will to be converted to the cult, innocent people dying, I had no idea this would happen. My eyes are blurry but I’m now able to see where the grunting is coming from. Deputy Hudson is sitting right in front of me. Black mascara has covered her cheeks and she has duct tape over her mouth. I try yelling to her but it’s no use seeing as I have tape on my mouth as well. I start to look around and begin to realize that I’m in John’s bunker. I hear the door latch open and hear John whistling, We’ll Meet Again by Vera Lynn. He slams down a toolbox and opens it up. He removes the one storage compartment and stops. He turns around and begins to tell me a story;

“My parents were the first ones to teach me about the Power of Yes.” John turns around to the toolbox sitting behind him. He pulls out, what looks to be skin, and staples it to the wood of the table. “One night, they took me into the kitchen, and they threw me on the ground, and I experienced pain after pain after pain after pain-” He slammed down the staple gun he was holding. I winced because I had never had him act this way around me. John was usually loving and made me feel safe. He had his moments, yes, but he was never violent. At least towards me. “And when I didn’t think I could take anymore, I did.” Once again, John turns around. This time, he goes into the storage compartment he removed from the toolbox. He grabs a tattoo gun and begins to walk towards me. Hudson, behind him, starts screaming but her screams are muffled due to the tape covering her mouth. John adjusts the lamp that’s next to me and continues, “Something broke free inside. I wasn’t scared, I was-” John flicks the lamp on. “clear.” He plugs a wire into the tattoo gun. “I looked up at them and I started to laugh. All I could say was...yes.” John clicks on the tattoo gun for just moment and then immediately turns it off. “I spent my entire life looking for more things to say ‘yes’ to.” He places the tattoo gun down and popped open my shirt to reveal my chest. For a moment, he just stares...then, he continues. “I opened up every hole in my body and when those were filled, I created more.” John is now making eye contact with me. A single tear comes out of my right eye as I’ve never seen John like this before. I try talking to him but this damn duct tape is my goddamn way. He pulls away and still continues on with his lengthy story. “But it was Joseph who showed me just how selfish I was being.” Hudson is still in the background trying to shout at John. He grabs a bowl off of the table next to him and pulls out a sponge. He begins cleaning off my chest. “Always receiving. Always taking. The best gift isn’t the one you get, it’s the one you give and giving takes courage.” He finishes cleaning off my chest and places the bowl down. He begins to walk back towards the table which has the toolbox on it. “The courage to own your sin. To etch it on to your flesh and carry its burden and when you have endured -- when you have truly begin to atone -- to cut it out like a cancer and display it for all to see. Ha...my god that’s courage.” He stops and grabs a screwdriver. “I’m going to teach you courage. Teach you how to say, ‘yes’ so you can confront your weakness.” John begins pacing and speaking with more volume, clearly full of passion. “Confront your sin. You will swim across an ocean of pain and  emerge...free.” He quiets down and begins to walk towards me again, this time, pointing the screwdriver at me. “For only then can you truly begin to atone.” When he reaches me, he places the cold metal of the screwdriver onto my chest. He then, swiftly takes it off and walks back to the table. “So who wants to go first? Hm? Which one? Hmm? This is lesson number one. Someone’s got to choose.” Feeling the pressure and knowing if I don’t nod my head in agreement, John will just get angrier. I don’t want anything else happening to Hudson because who knows what she’s already been through. I nod my head and wave my bound hand at him. “Yes. YES!” I can hear Hudson screaming in disagreement as John begins to walk closer to me yet again. “You’re not going to regret this. I promise.” He points the screwdriver at me again. “Now, before we begin,” John begins to walk to Hudson and throws the screwdriver to the side. “I think it’s only proper that Deputy Hudson goes back to her room. Confessions are meant to be private, after all.” He reaches the back of Hudson’s chair and begins to roll her towards me. Screaming, Hudson makes eye contact me. We hold it for a moment and I begin to tear up. Hudson is now crying even more than she was before. “Shhh. Shhh...I am not here to take your life. I’m here to give it to you.” John straightens up and pushes the lamp out of the way that had shined on me prior. He places his hands around my neck and begins to choke me. “I’m going to open you and pour your worst fears inside and as you choke, your sins will reveal themselves.” Hudson, next to us begins shouting at John in hopes he’d let go of me. “Only then, will you truly understand the Power of Yes.” He removes his hands from my throat and continues back over to Hudson. “I’ll be right back.” John says as he wheels Hudson out of the room. 

I begin sobbing. I know John was probably doing all of this because Hudson was in the room but I’ve never felt like this before. I knew I should’ve gotten back to the bunker earlier. He probably hated the fact that I was having a good time out of the bunker, thinking I’d get too used to it and want to go out more often. Well, who wouldn’t get used to being outside after being locked in all day? 

𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I roll Deputy Hudson down the hallway of the bunker. I feel bad for treating Delaney the way I did back there but, that’s what happens when you don’t come back to the bunker after many hours of being out. If anything, she should be lucky I didn’t do anything worse to her. I just...I know that, after that interaction, she might not feel the same way about...us anymore. I reach miss Deputy Hudson’s room and I unlatched her door. I bring her inside and shut the door so when I remove her restraints, she doesn’t try anything...funny. I go down to her feet and begin to cut off the rope. Next, I come up to her wrists and finally get the duct tape off of her mouth. “What the fuck is your deal? What are you going to do to Delaney? Don’t you hurt her anymore then that petty fucking choking you did.” She gets in my face. I slap her and push her down onto her bed. “You don’t tell me how to punish my people. What goes on in confessional, is going to be none of your business. You’ll get your fill of confession soon, don’t you worry. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get to.” I remove my hand from her face and head over to the door. I unlatch it and start back down the hallway to Delaney. I open up the door and see Delaney still in the spot that I left her. I place my hand on her shoulder and walk around to face her. I pull up a stool that’s near her and sit down. Reaching up to her face, I remove the duct tape slowly so I don’t hurt her as much. “So, I’d just like to apologize for acting different towards you. I was angry about your tardiness. I felt as though you abandoned me and I didn’t like it. I’d also like to apologize for choking you.” John said stroking my cheek and removing my wrist restraints. “Oh yeah? Well, you should’ve fucking said that instead of choking me and scrubbing me down with a sponge. I’d also like to mention, it didn’t make me feel any better knowing that Hudson was here. Has she been in the fucking bunker the whole time?!” Delaney yelled. “I don’t want to lie to you so yes, she’s been here the whole time. I’ve kept her in the lower rooms as to keep you from be able to hear her. I didn’t want to put you through that or risk other things so I didn’t tell you.” I told her as I started to cut through the rope around her ankles. 

*steamy scene approaching, btw, not just making out ;)*

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

“Yeah, other things meaning, saving Hudson and leaving the bunker. Look, I love you, John, but choking me and having her bound in front of me, wasn’t the most amazing thing either.” I said flustered as I started pacing back and forth. “Wait...wait. Did you just- did you just say that you loved me?” John grabbed my wrist and I froze. Oh shit...I fucking did. “Yes...yes I did. What are you going to do about it?” I said yanking my arm back and crossing my arms now. John shoved me against the table that had the toolbox on it. He sat me on top and started making out with me. John began unbuttoning my shirt. “You know, you could just rip it off. It would be a lot faster.” I said in-between kisses. “No I can’t, this shirt was expensive.” John pulled away so he could accurately continue unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing. I started laughing as he continued. He then began to unbutton his shirt so I starting unbuckling his belt. I took off my unbuttoned shirt and threw it to the floor. John did the same, as well as pulling his pants down. I undid my belt and threw my pants to the ground. John came back over to me and continued to kiss me passionately. He made his way to my neck and began sucking which left hickies. “Well, if no one knew we were together, they would now.” I said through heavy breathes. “Fuck it. Who cares right?” John said while making his way to nibble on my ear. “Um...maybe Jacob or y’know, Joseph. I’m pretty sure they’d care.” I said rubbing my hand up and down John’s chest as he continued biting my ear. “Okay so, do you want me to stop? Do you want this is to be over?” John said biting my bottom lip. “No...I’m just- making a point.” I replied as I hopped off the table. I grabbed John’s hand and led him over to the chair that I was bound to prior. I shoved him down and he fell onto the seat. I wheeled the chair over to the wall that way it won’t move as much once I sit in his lap. Before I sit down on his lap, I removed my underwear and unfasten my bra. I walked over to John and started to pull down his underwear. I climbed on top of him and he placed both of his hands on my hips to help stabilize me considering we were about to have sex on a chair with wheels. John slowly began to slide his penis inside of me. I arched my back a little and gasped at how it felt going in. I let out a small moan and beginning moving my hips back and forth, slowly. John threw his head back and let out a moan of his own. I placed a hand on his throat and I ran my fingers through his hair with the other. I started picking up speed. With the hand I placed on his throat, I now grabbed his face and roughly started making out with him. John slid his tongue into my mouth and I did the same with mine. He quickly took his tongue out and threw his head back once again, this time letting out an even louder moan. I started riding him even faster and due to how passionate it was, I let out a moan, however, I moaned his name. “John...” I could feel him finish inside me, however I wasn’t done. I got off of him and laid on the floor. In this moment, I didn’t care that I was laying on freezing, dirty, concrete...I was in love. John got the idea and got down on the floor but instead of laying next me, he got on top of me. He started making out with me then slowly worked his way down to my breasts and began running his tongue along my nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he began sucking. As he did so, he slid his hand down to my vagina and began to slide two fingers in. John, however, was a smart man and knew that’s not only what I wanted so he stopped sucking on my nipples and made his way down to meet his fingers. He placed his tongue on my clit and started working. He went as fast as he could, my back arching so far off the ground. I let out plenty of loud moans, even some with his name in there. Then, I felt myself release. But, like I said, John is a smart man...he kept going. Soon enough, I had finished a second time and lastly, a third. He took his fingers out and I was lying there, unable to move a single muscle. Once I had been able to breathe, I told John, “That...was absolutely amazing.” I stretched and stood up. Barely able to walk, I sat on the swivel chair. “John, baby, can you hand me my clothes please..I’m unable to walk.” John turned to me and laughed. He walked over to wear my bra, underwear, pants, and shirt were and handed them to me. He leaned down and kissed me warmly and began dressing himself. Once he was fully clothed, he came over to me and help me out. Buckled my bra for me, buttoned up my shirt, slid on my underwear and next my pants. Then he grabbed my socks and shoes and put those on for me as well. “I love you too, Delaney. I realized just now that I didn’t say anything.” John said, leaning his hands on the chair’s armrests. “You didn’t need to say anything, I knew.” I got close to his face and left him small pecks on his lips. “Would I be able to see Hudson?” I asked John with sad eyes. John let out a sigh. 

𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍… †

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[sm-baby]

*stares at Sharky in a way that only she understands*

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[writing-freak]

BNHA Soulmate AU Week Day 6: The Power to Choose

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Jirou Kyouka x Reader

Word Count: 889

A/N: It’s day 6 of my bnha soulmate au week!! Today’s fic, featuring this cutie, is an au where soulmates have matching tattoos on the same part of their body! I had a lot of fun writing this one too, and I hope you like it! Remember, I’ve got one more day left - a fic with everyone’s favorite sharky boy tomorrow! I also have some headcannon requests for other soulmate aus coming within the next few days, and I’m still taking requests through tomorrow night! If you want to be added to this week’s taglist - for tomorrow’s fic and the requests I have coming - let me know! Thanks for reading! :))

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“What do you think about soulmates?” you asked suddenly, your back against the floor as you stared at the ceiling of your friend’s dorm room.

Jirou’s face was suddenly above you, her head hanging over the edge of the bed as she looked down at you. “Soulmates? Why soulmates?”

You shrugged your shoulders, sitting up. Your friend swung her legs around the side of the bed, so she was facing you directly. There was music playing in the background, and you let your eyes flutter shut as she hummed along softly.

“I never really liked the idea, if I’m being honest,” Jirou said thoughtfully. “I’ve always liked having the power to choose.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding your head. But you found your hand trailing over to the back of your neck, where your own soulmate tattoo resided. Something in you had always loved it, even if you were never sure what the message had meant.

Your soulmark was the largest in your family - a long upside-down purple flower, its stem trailing all the way from your lower back to the base of your neck, cords tangling around its leaves. Your mother had sought to cover up the tattoo when you were younger, but you found a strange sort of beauty in its uniqueness, and you craved the day that you would find what unique sort of person shared it with you.

“I don’t know though,” you finally had the courage to say. “I feel like sometimes, it’s nice to not have to be the one to make the decision. I like that this is one thing I know I won’t screw up.”

Jirou laughed a bit, and you were glad for this reaction, instead of an overly serious one. This is why you were friends, you could always make each other feel comfortable, in any situation. You laughed a little with her. “I’ve just always found that to be intimidating too. Like what if I screw that one thing up? The one thing I can’t possibly screw up?”

You swatted her leg playfully. “You’re not going to screw this up. I mean it,” you added when her laughter died, and she looked at you doubtfully. “Whoever your soulmate is will be lucky to have you, and you guys will be perfect.”

You felt a pang in your chest as she looked away, sighing a bit as the faintest of smiles returned. Her cheeks flushed from the attention, and you found yourself looking away as well, trying to understand the sickening feeling imagining her with someone else brought you.

“Thanks,” she said finally, though her face still looked pained. She reached up absentmindedly to rub the back of her neck, and as her hand left, you noticed the fabric of her shirt had ridden downward slightly, exposing the beginnings of a mark crawling up her neck.

Your heart stopped in your chest.

You sprung up from the ground into a standing position, suddenly realizing how close the two of you were. “Can I see your soulmark?” you stammered, the hammering in your heart making it difficult to breathe.

Jirou looked startled at your sudden closeness, or perhaps the question you asked, but she nodded her head slowly when she noticed the expression on your face, a frantic, desperate one. “It’s a big one,” she breathed. “And it’s in a weird spot.” She pointed to the back of her neck, looking away from you as a blush creeped up her face.

She turned to the side, and you saw the beginnings of a stem poking out of her shirt. Your heart skipped a beat, and even as you knew what you were going to find, you found yourself holding your breath as you hooked a finger on the back of her collar, pulling it back to peer at the mark you had been so familiar with for your entire life.

As soon as you recognized it, your whole body seemed to light up, as if it was on fire. You were hyper aware of your closeness in that moment, your face just behind her ear, your breath fanning over her neck. As her hair moved slightly when you exhaled, you saw her shiver.

You dropped your hand, and leaned back. Jirou spun around to face you, her nose just grazing yours before she jumped back about a foot.

“I am so sorry!” she said, and her face was beet red. But you grabbed her wrist as you shook your head, pulling her closer.

When your faces were mere inches apart, and Jirou looked like she was about to pass out, you whispered, “You’re my soulmate.”

The color drained from her face, and she relaxed in your hold. But her calmness only lasted a second before she was practically on you, turning your head as she looked at your back for proof herself.

She fell back into her original position with shock. “You’re my soulmate,” she repeated.

By the time she had the courage to meet your eyes, you were already smiling, which prompted a smile of her own.

“You’re my soulmate!”

You fell into each other’s arms, hugging one another as hard as you could. You buried your face into her neck, kissing her wherever you could reach.

“I would’ve chosen you,” she whispered into your hair. “I would’ve chosen you.”

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[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Kit + 🔮

Here's a bit from the upcoming Chapter 7 of American Beasts:

The gang was all there, tucked into the old wooden chairs and tables of the Eight Bit Pizza Bar. The ramshackle restaurant hadn’t seen this much life in weeks. Boarded up before the reaping even began, the owners had run after John had offered them the least amount of money possible for their little parcel of real estate. In the end they may have taken the smarter route rather than risking the chance of being scooped up into the cult along with it. Now, It had become the unofficial meeting place for the resistance, or at least the ones Kit kept in contact with, surprisingly that also included Hurk and Sharky. She hated to admit it but even they had their place, despite not always being useful. 

Kit looked around the table at her allies, elbows resting on the hard surface barely able to hold herself up. Eyes sunken into dark bags, deeper than her duffel. There had been no luck with the pharmacy, it was bled dry by the Peggies, she knew it was a long shot when Jerome had mentioned it but the hope was nice to cling to no matter how unrealistic. She hadn’t gone this long without her medication in years, not since she’d been diagnosed. Her daily ritual now consisted of scoring another line into her bedside table with her knife for the nights she’d gone without sleep. It was physically impossible to go for much longer and she could feel the walls crumbling around her. She needed just one day of rest, one day where the whole county didn’t depend on her. One day where the exhaustion would finally win out and the nightmares wouldn’t come, just blackness like the grave. 

She looked around at the team she’d built, most staring back at her with some form of pity written all over their faces, that slack jawed pout that people have when they felt sorry for a person. She wanted to scream, rant and rave, to get them to stop. It was the same face her mother gave her when she came back home and it made her furious. She didn’t deserve to be made to feel this way, to feel so weak. Her eyes fell back to the table, she didn’t need their sympathy, she didn’t want it. But there were two things she needed checked off her to-do list and sadly she was capable of neither. 

“Here’s the deal, I’m getting real sick and tired of well, being sick and tired. We’ve done a lot to strike back at the Peggies but they still have something we don’t.”

“What’s that?” Grace said, sitting back in her seat, adjusting the brim of her hat. 

“Advertising.”

“You mean those stupid fucking commercials John likes to put out?” Nick said, crossing his arms over his chest, leaned back in his seat with a disgruntled sneer. 

“No.” She paused, realizing those too caused her enough headaches. “Well yes, but mostly I mean the sign and the statue.”

“You want to tear ‘em down?” Adelaide slid forward in her seat, suddenly very interested in the conversation. 

“I wanna light them the fuck up.” Lifting her eyes, she focused on Hurk and Sharky across the table. Without skipping a beat, they bro-fisted each other, knowing full well they had a place in this plan. “I‘ve got enough other tasks keeping me busy. So that’s where you’ll all come in.” 

Nick, Grace and Adelaide were all aware of what she was trying to get at. The other two, not so much. 

“What do you mean, legs? Those are the kinda once in a lifetime missions you wanna take on. Who gives a fuck about a tunnel or an old landing strip?”

Nick cleared his throat, trying to interrupt Hurk’s train of thought, doing anything to get him to stop talking about the subject. Hurk looked at the pilot and stopped himself to apologize. “No offense.” Clearly the clue was too much for him to understand. “I just don’t get why you wouldn’t want to come?”

“I’m sorry my boy is such a goddamn idiot, Kit.” Adelaide slapped Hurk up the backside of his head. “She’s a fucking war vet, why do you think she cussed you out when you blew up that mill?”

Sharky’s eyes grew wide, his mouth falling agape. It had taken him this long but logic finally prevailed. “Wait, you don’t like explosions? Well goddamn Dep, why didn’t you say anything? Does it give you flashbacks or some shit?”

Kit sighed heavily, rubbing at her temple. “I’d rather not talk about it.” She cut the conversation short and returned to her actual point. “Adelaide, I want you to fly these two up to John’s sign. Burn it to the fucking ground, but just before you do I want to know about it. I want to make sure John’s eyes are peeled.”

#ask answered #thanks for asking!!! #american beasts

[chastiefoul]

sleepy day // katsuki bakugo

Walking from the dorm ahead to the unshaken UA building, your mind wandered off, eyes unbelievably heavy. The fee of staying up all night studying was due; you were exhaustingly sleep-deprived. Slowly but surely, the background chatter you heard clearly turned into one indistinguishable ball of words, an indicator that your body was ready to shut off its system just to get the rest it was desperately begging for.

You stopped your step for a while, gaining a concentration that was running away from you. You brought up a hand to rub your eyes, then blinking them as hard as you can. But to no avail, the weight stayed. A faint yet jarring ‘Oi’ nudged your composure, it sounded familiar. Still, it wasn’t your name, you didn’t have a reason to respond because unlike every other day, you didn’t care. You wanted nothing more than going back to being nosy but with the blaring burden of frazzle, it was the last thing on your priority list that morning.

 Suddenly, a hand gripped your shoulder, without having to look you felt the explosive aura and the aggression it emitted. “hUH, did you just ignore me?!” The intense gaze he always had didn’t bother you as much as it did before. Perhaps it was precisely because he did it every day that it became a normal thing, that Bakugo’s harsh tone hid no ill-mannered intention; though it wasn’t the case all the time. In fact, your short-tempered boyfriend was sometimes soft, all bark and no bite. Of course, that note would only apply if he’s not somewhere in battlefield. Which is where he was at most of the time, unfortunately.

Feeling the lack of need to reply his intensity and mostly his teeth gritting, you kept your eyes at the building you were supposed to go to. “Katsuki, this is bad,” you claimed, still fighting your own eyelids. “Pretty sure it’s just your dumb ass being dramatic as usual,” he said nonchalantly, maybe too much, one would assume, if they didn’t know better. Yet, the subtle concerned side glance he put said the opposite. “I didn’t sleep last night,” you finally faced him, regret crippling across your face screaming for help. Upon hearing that, Katsuki put a blank expression, then kept walking ahead of you, as if had the same regret for even hearing what you had to say. You ran after him with animated tears.

“K-katsuki, help meee!”

“Shut up! Whose fault do you think that is?!”

-

If the usual class was hell, then this time it was like a special room demons had prepared for special kind of people, like the ones who put their milk before their cereal. You couldn’t stop dozing off every few minutes, by the seventh time, you lost the control of your awake state and knocked your head into the table, causing a loud bang against the wood, catching everybody’s attention.

A flare-like blush spread across your face while Kaminari, Sero, and Mineta cry-laughed under their breath mockingly. Aizawa just stared at you, eyes glowing red threateningly, obviously saying if you disturbed the class once more, you will be doing a self-studying at the hall. You nodded vigorously, not wanting to piss off the Pro hero any further. Realizing Bakugo’s gaze at you, you turned to him. His expression unreadable, then he looked away letting out a ‘tch’

Lunch came, Midoriya and Uraraka immediately approached you. ‘”(y/n)! Are you okay?” Midoriya asked, genuinely worried about his friend. “From which? My fight against this table or the life shortening gaze from Mr. Aizawa?” A chill ran down your spine, remembering back the latter event. “From all of.. that.” Uraraka added. You stood up, eyes bloodshot, putting a hand on each side of their shoulder. “Look at my face, then ask that question again.” An intimidating dark purple aura emitted from your back, as if your face wasn’t screaming ‘I look like shit’ enough. “Sorry, we understand.” They stood tall, sweat running all over their faces.

“I didn’t sleep last night,” you stated, after that short comedy scene finished. “It’s just there’s this part of the lecture I didn’t get yesterday, and I would hate ..it if I.. bring.. my ..cluelessness to the next.. day. So ..here.. ..we ar…zzz” Your voice grew inaudible at each word, by the end of the sentence, you were out of it.

Midoriya and Uraraka looked at each other.

Amazing, she fell asleep standing up..

“(y/n)! Let’s go already, damn it!” Bakugo shouted from the door of the classroom, this brought you back to life, realizing it’s lunch time and you had to eat. “Yes, yes, I’m coming. Let’s go, you both.”

When you arrived at the cafeteria, Midoriya and Uraraka parted ways with you, you sat with Bakugo, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and Mina.

“Wha?!” You said, obviously shocked while looking at your food one second after you sat down. Everyone didn’t let it go unnoticed and waited for you to continue to explain what was wrong. Except Bakugo’s expression was clearly tired (of your shi-), it was almost like he said ‘Oh hell what is it this time.’

Still, you continued, “I can almost swear that I ordered a beef bowl, but I think I only said it in my mind…” You said dejectedly to your bowl of ramen. The whole squad stared at you blankly, a common expression you’re getting that day. You waited for even just a single word response, but nothing. They kept eating, ignoring your questionable stupidity.

“C’mon, not even Kaminari?” You shot your most polished pleading look. Eyelashes batted, lips pouting, y'know, things like that.

“Oi, don’t go looking at guys like that.” Bakugo grabbed your cheeks, making you turn to your food instead. “I hate to say this (y/n)-chan, with your eyes red like that, that ‘look’ won’t get you anywhere,” Mina said truthfully, not intending to offend you in the slightest obviously.

“Yeah, while banging your head against the table was very manly, not knowing your limit when doing something wasn’t very much,” Kirishima stated, his sharky tooth formed a smile. “Yes Kirishima, because clearly that’s the purpose she was pursuing for in her life... to be manly.” Kaminari said sarcastically, finding many flaws on Kirishima’s statement. “Kaminari be standing up for (y/n) when he was laughing the loudest back there,” Sero claimed, wearing his usual grin. Kaminari was frantically searching for an excuse until Mina slapped his arm, gesturing towards the said person of the conversation.

No wonder the star of the talk was nowhere to be heard, you had fallen asleep on Bakugo’s shoulder, very soundly if I might add, while the ash-blond haired male only ate quietly. Mina squealed without sound, being the number one supporter of your relationship as she is. While the guys only offered him a knowing smirk.

“Shut up! She was the one clinging into me!” He said a bit softer than his usual tone, maybe not wanting to wake you up, but he will never admit that because well, he’s Bakugo. Hearing his answer his friends stared at him in disbelief.

“What?!” The scowl on his face deepens. “Dude you’re putting an arm over her shoulder,” Kirishima started, “Making you eat with only your left hand,” Sero added, “Which was your non-dominant hand.” Kaminari continued, “Bakugo, break news, you’re whipped.” Mina finished.

Critical hit to the now furious Bakugo. His free hand was starting to form a splatter of explosion, eyes raging. The rest of the table swiftly brought their empty plates and ran, laughing while getting away from him, blatantly not showing any remorse or regret a word they were saying.

Bakugo sighed, resting his eyes on you.

“Idiot, don’t let me be on my own like that. You owed me big fucking time, okay?” he grumbled, a bit too gently for his liking. You did that to him sometimes. You unconsciously let out a soft grunt, snuggling closer.

He smiled at that.

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[deputyrhiannonhale]

Nodus Tollens Chapter 5

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

OK, I know I posted that this might be delayed, but after work yesterday, I got in THE ZONE and wrote like a mad woman haha

Warnings: General game canon violence, mental anguish, kidnapping, language, rough unprotected sex (yes we got smut this time around)

Also this is a long chapter, I may have gotten a little carried away hahaha

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“I don’t care what Faith has to say, James.” John’s voice was pitched low as he spoke to his most trusted Chosen follower, as he kept his baby blue eyes trained on Rhi’s unconscious form. “I can handle Rhi myself, she is my responsibility.” John’s voice was almost an octave deeper, possessive undertones in his confession. Rhi then groaned, her body stirring upon hearing her own name. John waved James away with a dismissive flick of his wrist, and he walked over to Rhi, kneeling down, hovering as he straddled her chest. His hand brushed some of her hair that fell from the ponytail out of her face, tracing his fingers along the bandage near her hairline from the blow she received. John had punished that particular member, having told them not to harm Rhi in any way. James had tried to stop them, but it had happened so fast there was nothing he could have done.

Rhi’s eyes moved behind the lids, her face twisting in pain as the throbbing that had been minor before was now searing hot around her temple. She tried to reach up, but found she couldn’t move her arms, and her hazel eyes flew open in panic to meet John’s blue ones. His smile was big, and almost seemed sincere, Rhi was about to scream, but John’s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound.

“Not that anyone could hear you around here that would matter, my dear, but please do not do that.” John pointed out, the smile still in place, as Rhi’s eyes darted around trying to figure out exactly where ‘here’ was. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, using it to cut the bindings on her wrists. Rhi took this freedom to quickly reach up, balling her hand into a fast and punched John hard on his cheek. The blow staggered him, Rhi bucked herself up, he toppled over while cursing loudly, cupping his cheek and glaring at her. Rhi already had her feet free by the time he got to his own feet, and John grabbed her by the elbow and hauled her to her feet. Rhi twisted, almost looking like a feral animal.

“Let me go, you fuckin’ asshole!” Rhi shouted, yanking against his hold, growling at the fact that she couldn’t break free, the rage in her eyes palpable, and an image of her angry Step-Father flashed in her vision, causing her to yank again, wanting to be out of his hard grasp. John pulled her closer, dipping his head down to get close to her face.

“Not until you answer some questions.” John informed her, his voice velvety smooth, and Rhi scoffed.

“Fuck you, I don’t have to answer anything.” She hissed acidly, no fear showing in her eyes as she challenged him. “If either of us do, it’s you.” 

“What do I have to answer, you know all my secrets, deputy.” John kept putting extra emphasis on her title like he was bothered she would come back here in some sort of authoritative role, like somehow her becoming a cop was an affront to him and his purpose. Rhi worked up a mouthful of saliva and spit it into John’s face, causing him to finally release her to wipe it away, his patience obviously wearing thin with the smaller woman. “You bitch.” John barked out, cupping her under her arms and slammed her against the nearest wall, his nostrils flared, his eyes hard as steel, his body weight pinning her in place. Rhi was shocked into silence for several beats, not having foreseen John manhandling her in such a way, just blinking at him, a stirring in her core surprising her just as much. “Don’t you ever spit in my face again!” Rhi’s eyes searched John’s for a moment, before she took a deep calming breath.

“I’m leaving now. Put me down.” She demanded, face expressionless, her feet dangled several inches from the ground.

“I invite you into my home and this is how you react?” Rhi’s face cracked at John's question as she let out a bitter laugh.

“Invite?” She asked on a scoff. “You had me fuckin’ tied up, I was kidnapped to your home.” As her words sank in, John slowly lowered her to the ground, removing his hands and Rhi straightened her shirt in a huff.

“I’m the same person I was two years ago, why can’t you just care for me again?” John asked, as Rhi pushed passed him towards the door she hoped lead from the room and just wasn’t a closet so she wouldn’t look stupid as she tried to storm off.

“The funny thing is,” she said, her hand on the knob, and she turned to face him once more. “If you had just been honest from the start, I would have never stopped.” With the confession in the air, Rhi opened the door and vanished from his sight, leaving John in his own thoughts.

Rhi stomped down the stairs into the living room, her steps halting as she took in the space, she had never been to John’s house before, and now she could understand why. Cult memorabilia was everywhere, Rhi rubbed her forehead in exasperation, feeling like the betrayal she harbors will never die down. How could she have been so blinded by everything? Why hadn’t she found it suspicious that he wouldn’t invite her to his home? Always wanting to meet in secret, the lying was a blaring bullhorn that Rhi had been deafened to. At the very least, she should have thought he was actually married, but that hadn’t even crossed her mind.

While she was standing at the bottom of the stairs, John had emerged from the room, and was watching Rhi as she was now massaging her temples, an almost sad look in his eyes, knowing he was the cause of what was bothering her.

“Why couldn’t you just be honest with me?” Rhi’s voice was almost inaudible, and at first John was unsure if the question was really for him, that is, until she turned on her heel and glared up at him. Her hard stare barely concealed the hurt that was boiling under the surface and John slowly descended the stairs to join her. “Why!” She seethed, not backing down as he stopped right in front of her.

“It’s complicated.” Was all he said, they sat in silence for several ticks of the clock before Rhi scoffed, rolling her eyes, and waving her hand in his face as she turned away from him. John grabbed her wrist and pulled her with only enough force to turn her back to him, and the action caused the same stirring in her as before. “Join us and it will all make sense.”  Rhi’s eyes studied his for a moment, as she tried to make sense of what she was feeling, before she frowned deeply and pulled herself free of his grasp.

“How did Faith know about my family?” She deflected, she couldn’t believe he had asked her to join that cult after everything they’ve put her through since she showed up. Sure, she had arrested his brother, but she was only doing what she was instructed to do, kidnapping people is illegal. “Gushing about the little fucked up girl you’re pretending to care about?” 

John’s expression couldn’t have changed faster if Rhi had actually slapped him. He went from calm to shocked to angry so quickly Rhi may have gotten whiplash from it, and a line appeared between her brows as she pursed her lips tightly at his expression. He was stewing in the fact she would say that he was pretending to care for her. He was trying to save her from the Collapse, why couldn’t she understand that? It was the ultimate show of caring. John brought his hands up to his face, massaging his own temples this time.

“I-” He sighed out in frustration, his cheeks growing more and more red, Rhi tilted her head at him, uncertain if he was going to explode or not. “Can’t believe. You...The Collapse is coming and I-” She had never witnessed John stumbling over his own words before and she took a single step towards him.

“The fuck are you babbling about, John?” Rhi spat out, not harshly, but enough to get him to look at her again.

“How can you think I don’t genuinely care for you?” He finally asked and Rhi placed a hand on her chest in shock, like she couldn’t believe he didn’t understand her own aversion to his little “group”.

“You want me to join a cult. One that, might I add, has been trying to murder me for a week now.” The hand at her chest moved to point in a general direction meant to represent The Project, before pointing at herself again, putting emphasis on her points. “You haven’t even asked if I am ok. And you sent some of your own people to attack me.” She let out a disbelieving breathy laugh, looking up at the ceiling. “But you’re right, it should be really really obvious that you care soooo much.” She dragged the word out in her sarcastic manner, before turning on her heel, and this time John didn’t grab for her, his own anger getting to be too much.

“Yeah, run like you always do when things get hard. Maybe if you’d stop running Deeter would still be here.” Rhi stopped in her tracks, the pain in her chest sharp and hot, the tears blurring her vision at John’s harsh words. The pain was urgent, almost feeling like she was having a heart attack, and maybe she was, if she were to die right here, John would remember those as the last words he said to her.

Rhi closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath, swallowing the emotions wanting to break free, before opening her eyes again, still shiny with unshed tears, flinging his front door open, and slamming it hard behind her.

~

Sharky was riding shotgun in Earl’s SUV with him at the wheel, Hurk Jr sitting in the middle of the backseat, his eyes shifting between the two in the front as their awkward tension was palpable. They were all three out looking for Rhi after Sharky didn’t find her at Joseph’s statue, where she had said she was. Sharky found Earl at the jail and Hurk came riding up not long after explaining that Addie had told him that Rhi was back in town.

Earl’s face was drawn, not happy Rhi had chosen Sharky Boshaw of all people to be her helping hand. After the way Sharky had spoken to her when she was still just a kid, he figured Rhi would have more sense than that. Earl cut his blue eyes quickly at Sharky, before shifting in his seat, the silence stretching.

“Ya should see the way Rhi fights, man, she’s real good.” Sharky said, being very complimentary towards Rhi, and all Earl did in reply is grunt, causing Hurk to clear his throat, feeling bad for Sharky who was trying his best to be polite to the sheriff.

“She took kickboxin’, broba fet. For several years, it was what her therapist had told her to do.” Hurk offered, trying to break the tension. He knew Earl didn’t care much for his cousin, but it seems Sharky was really happy to be helping Rhi out.

“Also, I just gotta say man, I’m so glad I found ya, Rhi was so worried about ya. Lookin’ high and low. Ya must really be proud of her and her finding her way in the world, right? She’s just so cool.” Sharky was almost babbling, and Earl’s frown deepened, feeling Sharky was getting a little too close to Rhi and he’s not sure he approves, and his hands tightened their grip on the wheel. Hurk leaned forward in his seat, draping both his arms on the backs of the front seats.

“Do y’all know how much polar bears weigh? ‘Cause I don’t...they’re real fuckin’ big though...I dunno how they don’t break the ice.” Hurk was trying his hardest to break the tension before some kind of argument started, Earl cast his eyes upwards momentarily, praying for the patience to not just wreck the car, when Sharky grabbed onto his arm, pointing wildly off to the right.

“Look! That’s Rhi runnin’ up the road ahead of us!” He exclaimed, and Earl squinted.

“How can you tell?” He asked, it was the most he had said on this car ride.

“I just can, man, pull over!” Earl quickly pulled over, and Sharky barely let the vehicle come to a stop before he was hopping out of the passenger side, running to catch up to Rhi. Earl watched as Sharky touched Rhi’s shoulder gently, as Rhi placed her hands on her hips, panting heavily, her face cast to the sky. She was crying as she was talking to him, Sharky reached up with his free hand and wiped some of the tears from her face, before she latched onto him, crying into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back soothingly. 

Hurk watched as Earl’s body relaxed from annoyed to almost favorable as they observed how much the two obviously have grown to care for and trust each other.

“He ain’t really all that bad, man.” Hurk stated, clapping Earl on the shoulder, before sliding over to the door, and vacating the SUV as well. “Do my eyes fuckin’ deceive me? Is that Bitty Rhi all grown up?” Hurk shouted, causing Rhi to lift her face from Sharky’s chest, and a large grin spread across her face,

“Hurk?!” Rhi let Sharky go and ran towards Hurk, leaping into his open arms, and he swung her around as if she weighed nothing at all. "Unk?" Rhi's voice caught in her throat as she saw Earl getting out of the driver's side of the SUV. Hurk lowered her to the ground and she sprinted towards her uncle, wrapping her arms around him. "I was so worried about you."

"Hey kid, I'm ok, I was at the jail helping them defend it. Sharky found me and helped get the cult away from us." Rhi pulled back, smiling up at her uncle, before turning her smile back towards Sharky who had walked over to join them, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back almost protectively.

"Way to go Sharkster!" Rhi praised, playfully punching his chest with the back of her hand, her voice still unsteady from crying.

"C'mon, let's get ya back to aunt Addie's and get some food in ya." Sharky suggested, leading her back to the SUV, opening the back door for her to climb in, before jogging to the other side and joining her. Hurk gave Earl a toothy knowing smile before they both made their way back to the vehicle as well.

"Do you really think Sharky is the best fit for you? Helping you, I mean." Earl corrected himself awkwardly as he and Rhi set the table for dinner, and Rhi looked up at him, confused but then she chuckled at him, rolling her eyes.

"Unk...Sharky is a good man. I'm learning that as the days go by. He's helped me a lot." Earl sighed loudly, setting the last plate down as Rhi walked closer to him as she dispensed the forks by each plate, and she quickly glanced at where Sharky and Hurk were sitting on the couch in the living room. She caught Sharky looking at her and he quickly snapped his attention back to the tv and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Earl caught that look and followed her gaze, another sigh escaping him. Rhi clapped him on the shoulder. "Unk, you're like a dad to me, you know? Betcha can't wait for Sharky to be your son-in-law, huh?" Rhi teased him and Earl's face drained of color slightly, causing Rhi to howl with laughter, the sound causing Sharky to look at her again, having never heard her give a full laugh before. It was one of the most beautiful sounds he thinks he's ever heard.

"I gotta sit down." Earl mumbled, pulling a dining chair out, sitting down hard, and placing his face in one hand as he leaned on his elbow on the table, which caused Rhi to laugh even louder.

“Y’all are havin’ way too much fun in here.” Addie chuckled, before pinching Rhi on her elbow to get her attention, and then she ticked her chin, indicating that she wanted Rhi to follow her outside. Rhi sighed, knowing what Addie probably wanted to talk to her about, but followed her out the door, while flicking the bill of Sharky’s hat when she walked by, he laughed and playfully swatted at her back.

Rhi flopped onto one of the white plastic chairs around the firepit, clasping her hands in her lap, waiting for the questions, or lecture, she was about to receive.

“Kiddo, Sharky told me ya were really upset when they found ya, what’s goin’ on?” Addie asked, sitting down next to Rhi, studying her profile, watching her lip begin to quiver as she remembered what John had said to her.

“I guess...I’m really confused. Like...you remember two years ago when I was all up some guy's ass and was gone a lot?” Addie nodded once Rhi looked at her. “It was John.” Rhi gave Addie a hesitant, sheepish smile at her shocked expression, wringing her hands nervously, looking back to them. “Well-”

“No, wait wait wait, I'm gonna need you to explain more on that. Ya can’t just drop that bomb and walk away.” Addie interrupted Rhi, touching her forearm to get her to look at her again, and Rhi let out a breathy laugh, shrugging a shoulder.

“Not much to explain, it was just a little summer romance I guess. That’s the part where it gets confusing. He never told me he was in the cult, he never even acted like he would be in something like that. He was super charming and funny-”

“Charmin’? Funny? Are ya sure it’s the same John?” Addie teased, having had to deal with the cult way more than Rhi has seen, and Rhi shrugged again, looking out in the distance, frowning. 

“Exactly, like this John is so different, he had me kidnapped, I woke up in his house.” Rhi leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, hands unclasped and dangling loosely between her legs. “But...even though I feel betrayed...he slammed and pinned me against the wall, and I felt...something. I dunno how to describe it.” 

“Is that what had ya so upset, him handlin’ ya like that?” Rhi scoffed, shaking her head, reaching down and picking up a rock to toss away, not sure if she wanted to utter the harsh words John spoke, but decided Addie wouldn’t tell it to anyone else. She hadn’t even told Sharky what John said, just that he used something against her from her past. He didn’t know what happened to Deeter like Addie does.

“He, uh, he basically said that I always run away when things get hard and that if I didn’t do that Deeter might still be here.” Rhi gnawed on her chapped lips, afraid to look at Addie at first.

“That little mother fucker.” She hissed through clenched teeth. “What on God’s green Earth made him think sayin’ somethin’ like that would be ok?” Rhi shrugged again as Addie rubbed her forearm comfortingly.

“He got really upset after I said he only pretended to care about me before.” Addie tilted her head, taking that into consideration, letting a small smile tug at her lips.

“Ok, don’t take this the wrong way...but do ya think you two may just need to get something out of your system? Like an itch that needs to be scratched?” Addie suggested gently, as to not upset Rhi further, and Rhi responded with an indignant squeak.

“Do you really think I would let him scratch any itch I have after he said something like that about Deeter?” Addie held up a hand in a placating manner.

“Don’t ya usually say somethin’ hurtful back when someone has hurt your feelin’s?” Addie pointed out, and Rhi opened her mouth to retort something, but closed her mouth so quickly her teeth clicked. Addie was right, Rhi has always been that way, saying something hurtful back, petty, wanting someone else to hurt like she was. Had John really only said that to hurt her, not really meaning it? Could she really believe that about him, this new John was so weird; maybe she doesn't know him as well as she thought. The realization made her sigh heavily and rub her face.

“Ok, maybe you’re right...but how can I just waltz back up to him after that?” Addie shrugged.

“With an extra swish in them hips girl.” Rhi gave Addie a warning glare before they both burst into laughter.

Rhi drew in a deep, calming breath as she looked up at the massive house that is the Seed Ranch. She was here in the cover of night by herself, after having sneaked out once she thought everyone was asleep. She looked to her left and right before pulling out a piece of white cloth, like any cartoonish cliche you've seen, as she walked up the remainder of the driveway to the front door.

"There she is! She’s back!" One of the members of The Project shouted who was patrolling the ground and Rhi quickly raised her hands in hope the white cloth showed she was coming in peace.

"I want a parley with John!" Rhi explained, holding her ground, despite the several guns that were currently being trained on her, including a few red dots from distanced snipers. The group all exchanged looks with each other, before one gave a signal to the snipers, while another pulled a handgun, training it on her before motioning with it for her to proceed.

Rhi sighed loudly, flopping down on John's plush leather couch and she scoffed. Of course it's leather, she thought as she ran her hands over the cool supple material, and looked around at all the nice decorations of the living room this time around. She rolled her eyes as the man went to fetch John.

"Just like all those televangelists, huh, John?" She murmured to herself, thinking about how these "heralds" lived just like all those 'we are in this together' Christians. John seemed a little bit more in the lap of luxury than the others but she remembers he used to be a lawyer. That explains a lot.

"Ah, deputy, what a nice surprise." John's soft voice called as he descended the stairs, and Rhi frowned at the mocking way he said 'deputy' turning to follow his movements. "What brings you back? Have more hurtful things you wanna say?" Rhi turned back to face forward, rolling her eyes again, her forearms on her thighs, her hands clasped together. 

“Nothing I said was as hurtful as what you did.” She pointed out, still not looking at him, but she heard him scoff. His baby blue eyes studied her profile as he walked around the couch, wringing her hands together again like she had done while talking with Addie, and he watched them.

"I've seen what you can do with those hands, Deputy." John stated, in an almost flirtatious manner, and she rolled her eyes, even though the last thing her hands had done to him was punch him.

"Rhi, you know my name is Rhi." She corrected him, annoyed by the way he kept saying deputy, standing at her full height and finally looking at him again. "You know you can call me that." Rhi took a calming breath and tried to be as seductive as she could, but heaven knows she didn't know how, as she walked closer to him, his eyes studying her closely as she approached, prepared for another attack, but John made note that her body language was reading as something less aggressive.

She felt she looked idiotic, she was never one for flirting, it just wasn't her style. With the way she was brought up, she had to learn about sex on her own, so she was very, when I want to you'll know kind of person. She gave him a small smile, his eyes still trained on her, as her fingers trailed lightly down his right forearm to his hand, taking it in her own, lifting it so she could get a better look at his tattoos.

John was uncharacteristically rigid, still unsure how to respond to her touching him, after what he had said to her. After seeing the look of betrayal, he finds it odd that she is here, voluntarily touching him so gently, her hazel eyes so curious as she studied his ink.

"You’ve gotten so many new tattoos since the last time I saw you two years ago. Goat?" Rhi asked softly, her other hand coming to trace along the lines of the said animal. "Lust?" She pointed out, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet his blue ones in a brief moment, to find he was studying her as intently as she was him. Maybe Addie was onto something here. Her fingers nimbly moved up to the peacock feather. "Pride." She looked up to him again, he didn't fight her as she moved to his left arm, studying those tattoos, finding the snake wrapped around his wrist. "Envy?" What could he possibly envy of others? She wondered to herself as she absently looked around the vast living room.

Rhi then hesitantly reached out to his chest, tracing her fingers along the crossed out word 'sloth' which she had made note of on his arm as well, however this time John grabbed her wrist, halting her movements, causing her to gasp

"What are your intentions here tonight, Rhi?" John bent at his waist slightly, his face dangerously close to hers, and a small smirk played on her lips.

"We both know there's something between us more than you wanting me to atone and join your little Project." She whispered to him, and she watched as his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared slightly. Addie really knows her shit, Rhi noted, suddenly feeling an ego boost, unsure why, because really it should have repulsed her. He lied to her, betrayed her, tricked her. Sure he's handsome, but he's crazy, she should abort this mission and run for the hills.

John looked over at the Project member who had been watching this entire sordid exchange, he was the one repulsed, this poor follower. The disdain and confusion heavy on his features, John then ticked his chin towards the door.

"Leave us. And don't breathe a word of this." The man's eyes widened, and he took a step forward, obviously about to protest, Rhi couldn't be for sure, but Hurk had told her at dinner about him about to join the cult but the cult had a no fornicating rule, however for some reason she felt the Heralds didn't abide by that teaching. In her life, she's noticed the leaders of anything hardly followed their own rules.

"B-but-"

"LEAVE!" John growled menacingly, causing both Rhi and the man to flinch at the sudden loud noise. The follower looked between John and Rhi once more before quickly fleeing.

As soon as the door closed, John corralled Rhi backwards until her back was against the rough uneven stones of the fireplace. John's hands cupped her face in a frenzy, his lips on hers instantly.

Rhi squealed in surprise at the quick development of this situation, her hands grasping onto his forearms in an attempt to ground her, and soon her eyes closed and she let her lips move with his.

John tasted and smelled much differently than she'd imagined him, the minty scent quickly permeated both her senses of taste and smell. Of course he would wear mint, if the stories of him are true, mint would kill his sense of smell as he tortures innocent people. She's letting a psycho who tortures people to get them to confess sins to him kiss her.

John's hands then moved down to her purple flannel shirt, gripping the fabric, he ripped her shirt open in one quick flick of his wrists, the buttons flying and clattering in different areas of the room, his mouth was still moving frantically against hers, grunts of need escaping him as his hands smoothed over her chest.

Rhi gasped, it had been a while since a man touched her like this, his warm hands cupped her clothed breasts, causing her to arch her back, thrusting her chest to him more.

He growled at the motion, moving his leg in between her own, bending down to suck on her  clothed nipples, showing both plenty of attention, wetting the fabric as he worked her over. Rhi was quickly melting into a mess, gasping for air, before he ripped her bra open, his mouth moving to her neck, sucking at her pulse. Her chest was heaving as his hands moved down to cup her ass, lifting her up and pinning her against the fireplace roughly with his own body. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, as his face buried between her breasts, his mouth sucking the sensitive skin there. He then ran his tongue along the curve, finding her nipple, his mouth enveloping the already pert bundle of nerves, his tongue swirling her nipple before he bit down hard enough to cause her to scream.

"Fuck, asshole, take it easy!" She hissed at him, his hips slammed into hers at her demand, shooting pain went up her spine from the uneven structure she was against.

"I'm the one in charge here." He informed her, and her body shivered at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes. It was a brief pause before her fingers went to his hair and her lips were on his again, he moaned loudly, and she pulled his hair, as she broke the kiss.

"Are you?" She teased, a playful smirk on her face, and that is what ignited his fire, and she saw the shift in his eyes, as he moved back, allowing her feet to hit the floor again, as he began unbuttoning her jeans, she was kicking her shoes off at the same time as she worked on his own clothes. 

His hand gripped her throat once they were both naked, strong enough to get her attention, but all he did was begin kissing her with more ferocity than before, hiking her back up against the fireplace, easily sliding into her because of how wet this exchange had already made her.

"You're such a bitch." He groaned out, before kissing down her jawline, as his hips snapped over and over into her.

"Johnny boy, is this all you've got? This is what I've been waiting for?" Rhi didn't understand why those words left her mouth, why must she push his buttons so much? John pulled out of her quickly, a crazy spark in his baby blue eyes, before he all but flung her onto the couch.

She barely regained her composure before he was on top of her again, slamming into her without any warning, his hand holding her jaw tightly, making her look him in the eyes.

"Is this the only way I'm going to get you to shut up, you bitch?" He asked as he hammered into her hard and fast, but the only noises she could make in response was high pitched moans. 

Rhi's walls fluttered around his cock as he continued to pound into her, his hand still gripping her jaw as he began to give her sloppy yet rough kisses. His thrusts were losing rhythm as he neared his climax.

"You better cum when I tell you to." He commanded in her ear and she nodded as best she could with him holding onto her. "Now, do it now, I wanna feel you cum hard for me." The coil building in her abdomen snapped and she screamed out his name so loudly, her throat began to feel raw. He thrust through her heat a few more times before pulling out and shooting thick ropes strands of cum on her stomach, groaning out her name as well, before he collapsed on top of her.

John's weight was still on Rhi, both of them still panting loudly, she still couldn't believe they had done this on his couch, instead of moving upstairs. Anyone could have walked in and caught them. She rubbed her forehead, still wondering if that was a good idea, even if she had enjoyed herself. John is sexy and she knows it, she loves his hands, how they look and feel, but he is the enemy and really this should have been wrong. Damn Adelaide and her suggestions.

John finally sat up, his sticky mess on both of their abdomens now, at least he had the decency to pull out, as he moved to his kitchen, grabbed a towel and wetting it, coming back into the living room, wiping himself off before tossing the towel to Rhi.

"Gee, thanks." She mumbled, as she wiped herself off as well, sitting up on the couch. Rhi eyes John, he was still naked, his body toned but not overly muscled, now that they were done she felt free to drink him in. That's when her eyes landed on his freshly fucked hair, his dark hair was flipped over one eye. He was normally so put together and neat looking that too see him so disheveled, nearly caused her to get horny once again. Rhi shook her head fervently, clearing it, and she began looking for her clothes, finding her shirt ripped and buttonless, she growled loudly. "I can't go back home with this shirt." She mumbled and John looked at her curiously, as he was dressing himself. Rhi stood, stepping into her panties as she found them, pulling her jeans on, leaving them undone,  as she donned her bra, huffing out a sigh, placing her hands on her hips. "Couldn't you just easily take my clothes off?" She asked on a laugh, shaking her destroyed shirt at him.

"I didn't hear you complaining." Came John's cocky response, causing Rhi to blush heavily as he brushed past her,  motioning for her to follow him upstairs. She fell in line behind him, breathing in his cologne as she did. She couldn't place the scent but damn was it intoxicating. 

In his room, John peered through his walk-in closet, Rhi watching his hands closely, why is she so hung up on his hands, she would never know. 

"What are you doin' there, big guy?" Rhi asked, awkwardly when John finally pulled a shirt off the rack in his closet. He turned to her, holding the shirt out to her by the hanger and she blinked at him, before shaking her head. "I can't wear one of your shirts." She politely declined and his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why not? We just had sex, what's a shirt?" Her mouth fell open, and her cheeks reddened again.

"Won't people...like, know then?" Rhi asked, and John's baby blue eyes averted her gaze for a few beats before looking at her again.

"So? Is that a problem?" He asked, flippantly, and Rhi looked at him as if he just asked if murder was wrong.

"You're...okay with people knowing we fucked?" John studied her for a few moments before a smirk played on his lips, shifting his weight back a little, pointing his free index finger at her.

“You’re not. You don’t want someone knowing, do you?” Rhi felt her cheeks redden once again, was that true? Was she wanting to hide it from someone? She cast her eyes down at her feet, suddenly finding the floor interesting. “Well, it’s either wear one of mine, or your torn shirt. Either way, you are going to get questioned.” John finished, holding his shirt out again, and Rhi growled, snatching the garment from him, and pulling it from the hanger and donning it. She just prayed that once she returned to Addie’s home, no one was awake to catch her wearing one of John Seed’s shirts.

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“Try to stay quiet, understand?” + “We’re in public, you know.” for whoever you're feeling 💋👀

Ooooof! Okay, so me and a certain someone entertained this idea. 👀👀👀 @risenlucifer apparently this is a thing now...

“Yeah, I wish I could say I’m sorry about your husband...but, well, he was a dick. So...yeah.”

I stared at him, blinking, caught between wanting to laugh or asking if he was serious. I knew the answer to that already, though. “Thanks, Sharky. I appreciate it.”

“Good to have you back, though, dep. Wait...do I call you ‘dep’? Are you...you goin’ back?”

Randy cleared his throat before taking a drink of his beer, looking away awkwardly. I’m not sure how to respond to that. It had been a few weeks since John’s death, ridding Holland Valley of his grasp, leaving Jacob’s region to be the last to be taken out. It took some time, but my old friends had accepted me back quicker than I anticipated. Partly because of me playing a hand in his death.

“Hey, girl.” I look to see Kim walking up to me with a wide smile. She looked good, motherhood suited her, and I could see the pink bundle in her arms. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Hey Kim.” I smiled back brightly. She had been one of the first to accept me back, and I was so grateful for her. I always had been.

“Well, look at you. Ain’t you lookin’ cute?”

I blushed a bit, looking away. I had dug out a burgundy sundress with a jean jacket, since the nights were starting to get a little chilly. My hair fell in perfect curls from my time working on it and my makeup. I wanted to look good, even though he might not show, but just in case.

“Thanks. The cowgirl boots are new.” I replied. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Sharky cut her off.

“You should, though! You know, join the force again. I liked it when you were runnin’ things. Badass. You could be Wes’ partner, ‘cause...well, you’re his partner.” I raised my brow at him and he threw his hand up. “I mean, that’s what I heard! People are saying his stickin’ it in yah and all that.”

“Thank you, Sharky.” Randy cut him off with a laugh. “For that lovely image. Pleasure as always, mate.”

Sharky looked at him confused, but Mary May threw me a look from behind him and rolled her eyes. Helping her out this together was almost cathartic. Our way of making things between us right, and I was happy to have her as a friend again.

“Speak of the Devil...” Kim teases, elbowing me in the ribs. I shot her a look before she motioned with a nod. Following her gaze, I catch his eyes on me and exhale heavily from pure shock.

Wes had been in the Whitetails for the past week and a half, doing what he could with Eli. We hadn’t really seen each other, but he let me house sit for him while he was gone. It was easy, since I refused to step foot in that ranch again, whether it was claimed by the resistance or not. But I had stayed the night with Mary May, with us having to put this together, it made the most sense. I had no clue he was back.

He’s leaning against his bike, talking with Nick as he holds a beer bottle in his hand, sporting that damn leather jacket over a white V-neck shirt. It occurs to me that he had actually cleaned up for this. His lips quirk up in a smirk as he takes me in and I smile wide at him.

“He stopped by the house earlier, and we told him what you two had planned. Nick insisted he stay and celebrate with us. Didn’t take much convincing.”

I throw her a knowing look before Wes takes a drink of his beer and begins to make his way over. My heart was fluttering in my chest. I can’t help the beating smile I give him as I walk towards him.

“Well, look at you.” His voice is low and it sends a shiver down my spine. “All prettied up. You dressin’ up for someone?”

“I am, actually.” I teased, fingering the edge of his leather jacket. “But I wasn’t sure if he’d show. He’s been away for a bit.”

“And miss you looking like this? Not a fucking chance.”

I almost squeal in excitement, like some lovestruck teenager. My face almost hurts from smiling so damn much, but I turn, wrapping my arm around his waist as his arm hangs around my shoulders. “Almost everyone could make it. Addie is here with Xander, Hurk jr and Sharky are being their normal selves.” I point over at Randy. “Raf and Randy are here, getting along pretty well. We should probably walk over, let you say hi. Randy has been talking about a bike he found and he wants to hear what you have to say about restoring it.”

He hums, and I watch as he glances around the field. I frown, doing a quick look around, just in case. But I see nothing, no Peggies or Judges. We finally start walking, and my smile returns until he starts to steer us away. I look back up at him.

“Wes?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“What...what are you doing? Our friends are that way.”

We glance back, and no one can see us walk off in the dark, all of them too busy with drinking, games, and talking to notice. “They sure are. But we’re goin’ this way.”

“Why?” I asked. He turns his head as we slow, a few yards away from the Testy Festy, before he pulls me behind a bale of hay. His hands are pushing up my dress, finding their way to my underwear. “Wes!” I gasp out.

He stops, looking at me confused. “What?”

“What are you doing?”

“What am I—? I haven’t seen you in over a week, and you show up here looking like this? Baby, come on. You knew what you were doin’.”

I blush as he pulls on the lacy material, ripping it. “You’ve gotta stop doing that.”

“Mmm, it’s fine.” He mumbles before he kisses me. I melt immediately, one hand clutching his shirt as the other runs through his hair. I’m getting lost in him until I hear his belt buckle, and I pull back in fear.

“We’re in public, you know? We can’t do this.” I hissed. What if someone hears us?”

“Try and stay quiet, understand?” He looked down at me with a slight smirk. “If you can. You think you can keep those sounds to yourself, baby girl?”

He undoes his pants quickly and I’m already panting from want and anticipation. His lips find me again, and he lifts me to slam me against the bale as my legs wrap around his waist, and he enters me swiftly.

Moaning, I pull at his hair and he leaves a trail of kisses on my neck, biting and sucking as he goes. “Oh my god, Wes. I’ve missed you.”

“Me too, baby.” He groans as he picks up his pace. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I hold onto him tightly, trying hard to keep my sounds to myself, but he drives me insane. “Fucking Christ, you’re beautiful, you know that? That fucking dress...” he growled in my ear.

“I was hoping you’d come.” I confessed. “I wanted—needed to see you.”

“Mhmm. I’m here baby, fuck. Gotta take of you, don’t I?”

I squeezed my legs harder around him with a cry of his name as my orgasm hits hard. “Yes! Oh my god, Wes!”

“Fuck, Wren. I love you. I fucking love you.” He groaned in my ear as he came inside of me, slowing until he stopped completely. I pull away, looking up at him.

“What?” I breathed out.

Wes is breathing heavily when he lifts his head to look at me, concern swirling in his eyes. “What?”

“What did you just say?” I asked again and he looked away a little uneasy.

“Oh...I uhm..” he cleared his throat. “I said—“

“You love me?” I asked, my eyes tearing up as I beam up at him. Wes hesitated, taking me in before giving a soft smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, I love you.”

I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck in a hug before smashing my lips against his enthusiastically. “I love you, too, Wes. I really do.” I breathed out in awe. His smile is breathtaking as he sets me down, his hands cradling my face to give me a deep, loving kiss.

We fix ourselves, making sure we were presentable. He returns his arm over my shoulders as I hang on to his waist. I can’t stop smiling as we join our friends, drinks being passed around with him keeping me close, making sure I didn’t stray far, especially with me now going without underwear. Kim gave me a funny look before reaching for my hair.

My eyes widen as she pulls a piece of hay from my hair, inspecting it before giving me a knowing smile. “You must be happy that Wes is back, huh?”

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