#Sharky Fanfiction

[thesnazzysharky]

All Alone - A Inner Monologue from Specimen 9

TW: Implied rape and graphic descriptions of violence. You can also view this story on AO3 as seen here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 我孤身一人。 (I was all alone.) 我從我以為的永久死亡中醒來。濕的。冷。黑暗。我的身體塗滿了黏土。被所有的「木頭」包圍著。 (I woke up from what I thought was my permanent death. Wet. Cold. Dark. My body coated in clay. Surrounded by all the “logs”.) 我的心碎了，���離破碎。我不再知道自己是誰。我是誰？我幾歲了？我叫什麼名字？我以前是住在安靜舒適的家中，還是寒冷破落的街上？我有過妻子或孩子嗎？ (My mind was broken and shattered. I no longer knew who I was. Who was I? How old was I? What was my name? Was I previously living in the quiet comfort of a home or the cold and decrepit streets? Did I ever have a wife or kids?) 我再也記不起… (I could no longer remember…) 那些鬼子… 日本人… (Those demons… the Japanese…) 我記得一些事情 我記得他們所做的一切 實驗 折磨 酷熱 嚴寒 注射 切割 尖叫聲 所有被折磨的男人、婦女、兒童、嬰兒… (I did remember something. I remembered everything they did. The experiments. The torture. The heat. The cold. The injections. The cutting. The screams. All of those tortured men, women, children, infants…) 他們對待我們的方式。我們甚至不被視為人類。對他們來說，我們只是小玩具。他們可以為所欲為的玩具。 (The way they treated us. How we weren't even viewed as human. We were just little toys to them. Toys that they could do whatever they wanted with.) 我仍然記得每天籠罩在我們頭上的絕望。我還記得當那些孩子的父母沒有回到牢房時，他們淚流滿面的表情。我還記得我牢房旁邊的婦女在男人們打開門鎖後，是如何默默受創，她們… (I still remember the despair looming over us everyday. I still remember the tearful looks on those children's faces when their parents didn’t come back to their cells. I still remember how silently traumatized the woman next to my cell was after the men unlocked the door and they…) … 我還記得他們把我剖開的情景。我的身體在劇痛中扭動。我的尖叫聲充斥著整個房間，並在大廳中迴盪。當他們把他們的手和所有的小工具塞進我脆弱的身體時，我向他們求救。然後一切都暗了下來… (I still remember them cutting me open. My body wriggled in agonizing pain. My screams filled the room and echoed down the halls. I begged for help as they jammed their hands and all of their little tools into my fragile body. Then everything went dark...) 現在我變成這樣了 (And now I'm this.)

我把自己藏在陰暗處好一陣子 但總覺得不對勁 一種愧疚感，混雜著對那些……東西的憤怒、憤怒、憤恨。以及他們對我們所做的一切 (I hid myself in the shadows for awhile, but something felt wrong. A sense of guilt, mixed with this burning, bubbling, raging ocean of hatred for those... things. And what they had done to us.)

我回去了 急於報仇，解放我的人民。是時候讓仇恨的海嘯沖垮他們了。就這樣 (I went back. Eager to get my revenge and free my people. It was time to let that tsunami of hatred come crashing down on them. And so it did.) 這是一次奇妙的經歷。他們可憐地向我開槍，卻毫無作用。當我走向他們時，他們試圖逃跑的樣子。他們尖叫的美妙音樂傳入我的耳朵。 (It was an amazing experience. The way they pathetically shot at me to no effect. The way they tried to run away as I made my way towards them. The way the beautiful music of their screams made their way to my ears.) 我喜歡折斷他們的骨頭。我喜歡看見他們的身體在痛苦中扭動和掙扎。我喜歡用我新發現的力量讓他們燃燒。我喜歡撕開他們的身體。我喜歡看我的殺戮有多有創意。他們在死之前能承受多大的痛苦。如果我這樣做而不是那樣做，他們的尖叫聲會有多大。我可以讓他們承受多大的痛苦。 (I loved snapping and breaking their bones. I loved seeing their bodies squirm and writhe in pain. I loved setting them ablaze with my newfound powers. I loved tearing their bodies open. I loved seeing how creative I could get with my kills. How much pain they could handle before expiring. How loudly they would scream if I did this instead of that. How much I could make them suffer.) 他們現在是我的小玩具……因此，我的腦海沉醉於孩子般的本能殺戮慾望。我不再思考 我只想盡可能地讓那些可怕的日本鬼子痛苦。我繼續殺戮。我盡力確保那些惡魔一個也逃不出我的手掌心。我放火燒毀了周圍的一切。 (They were now my little toys... and so my mind became drunken with a childish and instinctive desire to kill. I was no longer thinking. I just wanted to cause as much pain to those horrible Japan devils as possible. I continued the killing. I tried to make sure not a single one of those demons escaped my grasp. I set fire to everything and everyone around me.) 然後我就醒了 (Then I woke up.)

突然，當我檢視周遭環境時，周遭的一切都被摧毀了。建築物消失了。我的身體塗上了紅色。一些火苗仍然揮之不去 而且到處都是燒焦的屍體……而且大部分都不是科學家。 (Suddenly, as I examined my surroundings, everything around me was destroyed. The building was gone. My body was coated in red. Some flames of fire still lingered. And there were charred bodies everywhere... and most weren't the scientists.) 我把他們全殺了 我所有的族人 所有我想拯救的人 都是為了報復那些殺了我的人，盲目自私的憤怒。有些人因為跑出大樓或那天沒去上班而躲過了我的憤怒。我沒有機會殺死那個戴圓框眼鏡的人… (I killed them all. All of my people. All of those I wanted to save. All in a blind selfish rage to get back at those who murdered me. Some of which were able to escape my rage due to running out of the building or simply not showing up to work that day. I never got to kill that man in the round glasses...)

我現在是個怪物了 (I'm a monster now.) 我再也不能在人行道上隨意散步。我再也不能安安靜靜地坐在家中。我再也不能吃喝拉撒睡。我再也不能友善地向鄰居打招呼。我再也不能參與有趣的嗜好。我再也無法擁抱我的孩子，告訴他們睡前故事，或是在工作前給我的妻子最後的一個吻，如果我有他們的話。 (No longer would I be able to go for a casual stroll on a sidewalk. No longer would I be able to peacefully sit quietly in whatever home I had. No longer would I be able to eat, drink, and sleep. No longer would I be able to give a friendly hello to a neighbor. No longer would I be able to take part of fun hobbies. No longer would I be able hug my kids and tell them bedtime stories or give my wife one last kiss before work, if I had them.) 我再也不能做人了。 (No longer would I be able to be human.)

即使是這樣，我也可以成為英雄。一個救世主。一個領導者。一個演說者 但現在我認識的所有人都死了 沒有人能知道他們的痛苦 因為只剩下我一個人了 (Even in this form, I could've been a hero. A savior. A leader. A speaker. But now everyone I once knew is dead. Nobody will be able to know of their suffering as I'm the only one left.) 我能做的只有哀悼。哀悼那些被我謀殺的人。哭泣。哭泣，淹沒在我內疚和羞愧的淚水中。尖叫。為了我變成的怪物，為了我永遠失去、永遠也回不去的東西，尖叫幾個小時。 (All I can do is mourn. Mourn those I had murdered. Weep. Weep and drown in my own tears of overwhelming guilt and shame. And scream. Scream for hours on end about the monster I became and what I have permanently lost and will never get back.) 我對著天空尖叫了幾個小時。把我所有的痛苦和煎熬都吼了出來 不知道是否有人會聽到。我的喉嚨乾了，聲帶也繃緊了，但我的求救聲仍未得到任何潛在的神甚至人類的回應。 (I have been screaming into the sky for hours. Blaring all of my pain and suffering. Wondering if any of it will ever be heard. My throat dries and my vocal cords strain, yet, my pleas for help have yet to be answered by any potential god or even human.) 我一個人。 (I'm all alone.)

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Hello everyone! It's my b-b-birthday! I wanted to post this earlier, but I ran into some internet problems and I had other stuff to deal with. Now it's finally posted! Originally I wanted to write about a slice of life story between Spooky and her father for my birthday, but I simply never had the proper time to fully flesh that out. So, I wrote this last night! Specimen 9 is one of my favorite specimens, so I wanted to make a little short story about him and how tragic he is. As a bonus detail, I added Chinese text to fit with Taker's origins. I didn't want to use Google Translate and call it a day, so I used DeepL Translate. Supposedly the world's most accurate translator.

Lastly, you may have noticed my profile pic changed. Check out this post from my awesome friend @alaskinapples99! She made this amazing artwork of me for my birthday that really warmed my heart. Thank you so much! And thank you to everyone else for liking or reblogging and showing me support over these past few months! I wrote this theory months ago and I still get a notification about it every now and then. Which is pretty crazy to me. Definitely one of my most proud posts. Anyways that's enough of me yapping. Thanks for reading and have a snazzy day!

[charliemwrites]

Could you please do feral and/or good girl going through a depressive episode?

Haven't been feeling well and wanna be seen :<

Aww sharkie I’m sorry about that. It’s that time of year, unfortunately. I think I’ve done feral with a depressive episode before (at least in part) so we’ll do Good Girl this time.

Price knows almost instantly that something’s up. You’ve been moving a little slow recently, a little listless. He has to remind you to do your chores, but it’s not like you’re being fussy or reluctant. You just… seem to be struggling with getting up the energy to do anything.

You eat when he tells you to, but you haven’t been finishing your plates. You’ve been leaning into him extra hard during snuggle times. Sleeping most of the day and seem to struggle to sleep at night. And you haven’t been interested in doing more than watching tv or playing games on your (heavily modified) phone.

It’s getting into the winter months, even going outside for some sunshine is getting difficult, especially with his schedule.

He decides to decorate the house early for the holiday. And that the guest room needs a makeover. And oh, you know what, it’s time for vitamin d supplements and this interesting new lamp he just bought that happens to mimic sunlight. It’s for the plants, he assures when you squint at him, but he scoots you suspiciously close to it during your new mandatory hour of outside/porch time.

And, slowly, you start to feel a bit like your old self.

[kennysboxergf]

My Masterlist 🫶

For easy access to all my Beta Squad fics and imagines <3

Mature Content is marked with a 🍀

Niko 🕶️:

Prank pt. 1

Prank pt. 2 (🍀)

Any Other Way

Prove Him Wrong (🍀)

Acrylics

Better Than Him (🍀)

Blue Bracelet

Kenny 🥊:

Eyes Open (🍀)

Sharky 🦈:

Cake Fight

Tease (🍀)

Tease

Special Bond

Chunkz 🥴:

Sleep

So Good (🍀)

AJ 🐀:

Last Night (🍀)

Some kinda smut coming soon

Other little snippets 😨:

The Last Pizza Slice

How They Would React To Blows (🍀)

Would They Thrust During Blows (🍀)

Where They Would Cum After Blows (🍀)

Kenny Fight Rant

Art 🎨:

Civilian (Niko)

Civilian (Kenny)

Civilian (AJ) coming soon

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[theartsharki]

What’s your AO3 so we can check out your Reddie fics?

I’m Tearyeyedshark on AO3!!

I have only one work uploaded there for now! But something about reading all these Reddie fics lately made me want to write. Here is art to go with the fic I have already posted: “Sewn Into Each Other’s Fate” Art .

Most of my writing will be mainly Reddie. Since they occupy my entire mind 24/7. But hey, considering the love I get on my Reddie drawings no one will complain lol.

[gayashawol]

𝕚𝕕𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

ships: niko omilana x aj shabeel (featuring sharky)

genre: smut, a lil bit of fluff

word count: +1500 words

content warning(s): sex, gay sex (you know what it is in this blog), aggressive sex, jealousy, usage of the word “daddy” and “bitch” (only once i believe), idk what else lmao

author’s notes: this is my first beta squad story so excuse my french if they aren’t portrayed the way y’all want them to be. i have watched niko omilana since 2018 but never would’ve thought there would be people that shipped them together lmaoooo this was requested by a friend of mine. hope you guys enjoy!

It was around six past ten, and the sun was still shining through the window. AJ was on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on Instagram for hours on end. He has forgotten the concept of time, including the current time that it was. Before he could think about getting out, he could hear a loud slam from what seems to be from downstairs, alerting him that his beloved boyfriend Niko has just arrived and he would not be as beloved due to the rage he could make out.

Once everything calmed down, a soft part of AJ came out. Maybe he was having a bad day at work? Maybe somebody upset him? He has never seen him as this aggressive. He was always the chilled back guy who had everything under control. Maybe he just needed some reassurance from the guy he saw as “his cutie” and they could make love to forget about it.

Well, he didn’t need to make that decision since Niko was already outside his door thinking about kicking the door down. Instead, he politely knocked and waited for him to come out. He was very hesitant, but he managed to gather the confidence to slowly open up, just for his arm to pull him away and swing the door open.

He just nodded, glazing at the scared boyfriend, before pushing him against a wall, touching lips with him. AJ being confused and concerned, he follows through and obeys the taller male. Niko knew he wanted to get onto him for taking his hoodies once again even though he has plenty more in his closet, but all he wanted to do was humiliate him in the best way possible – ripping him off from the very thing that was keeping him from getting exposed. But he just didn’t care at all.

He knew that AJ never wears anything under, so he took the time to caress his ass, before taking off his hoodie from the hem, leaving him completely bare while Niko was clothed. He wanted to burst up in laughter, but he just couldn’t feel anything – nothing at all. In fact, the feeling of removing his belt and seeing how his face changes from looking relieved to horrified within a second. He knew he must behave, and so stuck his ass onto his daddy’s direction.

He placed his arm in action, and a loud smack onto AJ’s skin could be heard. He could feel the harsh cold coming from the belt before it became warm enough that he could feel it burning. It went on for a while, and he wailed in pain every single time.

Soon, his ass started to turn a clear red, and Niko finally had some empathy to stop that madness from happening even more – oh so AJ thought, as he saw the equipment coming out from the closet and knew that it was going to be a long night for the two.

Every single weapon was played right in front of him as a cruel punishment by the taller male, seeing one of the ones he didn’t want to use get picked up and panicking if he does so. After being tired of his act, Niko placed a blindfold onto AJ and tightly wrapped it around his eyes so he couldn’t remove it.

Alas, he picks up a sort of feather that Niko was purposefully using to tickle him with, only to be met with harsh spanks every time he steps out of line. He hated how nasty his boyfriend was treating him, but a part of him feels like he knows why and would gladly take himself down for it.

As he started to feel remorse, which would be not moving around or crying in pain, Niko decides to put down the whips and the flannels and place it back onto the closet. Finally, AJ has a peace of mind, or does he? He was craving for touch, any sort of touch. Even if it was cruel, or out of love. He wanted it to come out of Niko, and only Niko.

It was when he felt something going inside of his ass. He knew it was his finger, and a part of him was still rather concerned but what wasn’t there to worry about Niko. Like always, carried on tolerating it and went with it – seeing where it would go.

He heard a sound of an iPhone recording before his fingers went deeper and right where the prostate was located. He felt a rush of pleasure, begging him not to stop. It went on for a while, but Niko eventually got another finger inside to use his hole with. But not only he went there, but he even went further down where his tip would land at.

It took him a while, but Niko stood up and undressed, spreading his clothes to the floor as he steps onto the bed. He lubricated and insert his cock inside of AJ, before moving deeper inside and pushing through him until his entire dick sunk.

Niko pulled onto AJ’s curls, hearing his muffled moans as allthe sensations flowing through his body. He wasn’t completely used to Niko’s cock, but he quickly adapted this once and sucked it up, giving him a tearful fuck while trying his hardest not to moan too loudly due to neighbours around.

Unbeknownst to them, someone has just walked into the house and was making their way upstairs. It was already too late for them to react, as Sharky has already came inside and saw their bare asses in display.

“Hey, I couldn’t mind your sandwich so I got you a BLT-” He paused upon his reaction of seeing the two men. “Did I come here at the wrong time?”

Three of the men were looking at each other, not sure who was going to say anything. Sharky raised his finger up, thinking of any possible excuses to leave, including looking around the room or looking at the hallway right in front of him.

“I-I’m going to Tesco… to get… milk-”

“Join.” Niko finally spoke after what seemed to be forever. AJ didn’t seem to be pleased, even though he has been willing to hear his voice after all this unexplained suffering he had to go through. Something didn’t make sense to him, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

AJ turned around, facing the two of them. He was shaking, yet he knew something was coming. He was seeing him as well as being with Niko, and that could be the reason for his unusual behaviour. He gulped, thinking about the worst stuff he was going to make him do, and hoped for something better.

“What the hell are you doing? Pull your trousers down, then!!” He sounded demanding, yet it was something AJ loved from him. Sharky’s cock sprung up aggressively, causing AJ to be mesmerised by sight. Being the good boy he was, he immediately leaned in and went in from the tip, going through the neck up until he went balls deep.

Seeing how far he could go, Niko felt some sort of anger – seeing that he was giving it his all to the guy that he would have to compete with. He soon, threw the shorter man away from his reach before shoving his own cock for him to show off right in front of Sharky. Him not feeling any sort of way, he attempts to leave again – only to get dragged back in for a round of anal.

Niko went back in, and was much more violent. He was back with the whips, alongside a gag so he could use to shush his mouth. Sharky was concerned for the shorter male’s safety, but at the same time aroused. He didn’t know what to feel, whether to feel remorse or guilty. He knew for a fact that he wanted the taste of the cutie boy that was Niko’s bitch. Seeing him weeping and squirming around his spot made him want him more, and seeing his anger explains exactly why there was so much tension in the room.

Sharky went on AJ’s level, removing his gag and began kissing his lips. Niko feeling defensive, he grabbed him from the neck keeping them from a couple inches away. He eventually decided to cover his lips, reassuring him that he wouldn’t make any sound or make love with the “other” guy he was seeing.

Allowing him to use his hole once it was already filled, Sharky used the opportunity to make AJ face him, lifting his legs to place on his shoulders. He was already giving up, but the love was finally there. Niko was still looking mad, even having his arms crossed, but he couldn’t look away and miss his pathetic boyfriend get railed by a guy he would fancy to fuck.

AJ screamed loudly, turning into a moan after a while. Waiting for the moment to become a cumdump for the two of them, he feels the pleasure running through his body one last time until a warm liquid was felt from inside of him, pulling Sharky away from him – which would conclude the session for today.

AJ and Sharky laid together on the bed, holding hand while Niko left the room to do something. They weren’t sure what it was, but it was their moment together where they made out for a bit before AJ peacefully laid on Sharky, waiting for the door to bust open where he would get scolded by the one and only, Niko.

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[kenniko]

~₊˚ ཐི⋆ ˚SHENNY˚ ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊~

★⁰ •°'♪—you play stupid games (you win stupid prizes)—♪'°•⁰★

Sure.

Kenny admits.

Sharky's pretty damn hot.

But that's what everyone thinks- and Sharky's used to all of that comments on his looks, how he's handsome, “oh marry me, marry me, Sharky!” always everywhere he goes. Everyone thinks he's handsome and beautiful, and he knows it. He breathes in those compliments and photosynthesise it and make it his source of confidence.

Sharky's confidence also boosted his flirty side, in a way. Sharky had always been naturally flirtatious, but that's probably because he's just born naturally gorgeous- and he flirts with everyone! Chunkz, James, even Filly sometimes, AJ, Niko. And Kenny too.

So, Kenny didn't think much of it, and played along. While Chunkz pushed him away immediately, AJ teased him just to push him away and Niko just laughed it off whenever Sharky attempted to do so. But Kenny? He plays along. Sharky flirts, he flirts back. It's stupid really.

Kenny responds to all of Sharky's flirts almost immediately, like it's a natural normal thing- and for them it is. It just is. It's like a game they didn't participate in but played anyways. There's no rules, no anything. Just a game they play.

Who flirts first, who flirts second, and who breaks first.

Kenny's competitive, and Sharky's too overconfident to see himself failing so they would play this game non-stop. This stupid game that not just overuses Kenny's brain to come with a comeback, but also plays with their feelings. Feelings they didn't even know were there. Or maybe they knew, but they're just too ignorant to care- (or perhaps they're afraid because they cared too much.)

Nonetheless. It's a stupid game. But they're not one to surrender.

So sometimes, the game ends with a kiss. Just a small, playful peck. They end it with that, just to start it all over again the next day. Idiots.

They played this game too many times, kissed- no, it's just a peck- too many times that they even forgot to cover it up when they're shooting. Not that they had anything to cover up, it's just that they were aware that what they're doing, the game they're playing- it's dangerous, idiotic, and it's not something friends would do. But they didn't want to point it out.

There's like an unspoken rule about it too.

You snooze, you lose. Whoever points out that what they're doing isn't normal, not at all, you lose. Defeated by feelings, feelings they locked in a chest- feelings that shouldn't escape. Love is the word. But they'll never admit that.

But a game will always have it's permanent, eternal ending. Full stop. The End.

With the fact that Kenny and Sharky are both in bed, naked and all tired- surely. There was an ending, and a new beginning.

Here's how the game ended.

~★~

They had just finished shooting for a video. It was probably a game of Guess The “Something” but Kenny's not sure- he can't seem to remember. Well, he just wasn't able to remember because oh my god, Kenny actually kissed Sharky. Kissed. Not a peck, not that lame excuse where it only lasted 3 seconds. No, this was more than 3 seconds- more than just playful games- it was too much, too much to be even called a peck because Kenny knows damn well when a kiss is a kiss.

They knew at some point, well, Kenny, knows that at some point this ongoing joke and game they're playing will get serious at some point. Where feelings will actually escape, and show it's true colours in all of their pride. That lingering, constant beats of their heart that if they could hear how the other's heart beat, the momentum- they would try and force their hearts to beat at the same pace, to breathe on the same rhythm. Harmonising it instead of stacking it again and again.

And it did.

It escaped, and it goes on the same pace- they could hear it in their ears, their own heartbeat and they can feel a second one, like it's their own. It beat at the same rhythm. A constant motion, and when they pulled back -and they didn't know who pulled back first- they held their breath, so they can breathe out at the same time, so they can be one. But they didn't tell themselves too, they just did.

Soulmates? Maybe. Destiny? Definitely.

And Sharky? He sure as hell is not a coincidence.

You must be wondering. How the hell did they end up kissing in the first place? Well, it's more or less a dumb and dumber situation. They all were playing a game of truth or dare, bored out of their minds because the lights went out and it's so cold and Chunkz's phone were out of battery.

Chunkz is like a kid, really, when there's his phone or anything gadgets with him, he'd be as quiet as a turtle. They don't make sounds at all. But when his gadgets are out of the picture, he starts biting and biting like a damn snapping turtle and he just disturbs everyone.

So, even though the others had their phone on full, they're not anti-social beings and what else to do in the dark than hide and seek? They did that. Turns out all of them are a bunch of scaredy cats, and thought a figure was flying towards them when it's just Niko's long ass coat on the door.

So, they resorted to a safer option of truth or dare. Everyone was on the living room on the carpeted floor. It was more of a Spin the Bottle but who cares what game it is? They're all so sleepy and tired but they made a dumb bet that whoever sleeps first would need to do their laundry for the whole week. It was a dumb bet, and they're even dumber for agreeing with it.

The bottle landed at Sharky first, and then at Kenny. And somehow AJ told them to give each other a peck, kiss each other. Chunkz smacked the back of his head, telling him that that's not even a challenge because they do it all the time. Kenny just shrugged his shoulders and playfully tried to kiss Sharky, lips out and pouting, he was smiling and laughing and Sharky- it was probably due to his tiredness but his eyes actually looked serious, and it seemed darker even because of the lack of lighting. Only the phones flashlight became the source of light. Sharky leaned in, captured his lips and usually when they do this, it would only be a small touch of their lips. But no. This time it's different- they were full on lips to lips and Kenny had to restrain from making sounds and even it did, it was muffled. They pulled away and Kenny looked at Sharky, Sharky looked at Kenny and there's something different and-

“Well then, I'm going to bed. Fuck all of you, there's a laundry place just across the road. I'm doing it. Bye. I'm out of here-” Chunkz said, he said he was sleepy before, but his eyes were wide as he stood up, left and went to his room.

Niko couldn't help but laugh awkwardly. AJ just looked confused, shocked, what the fuck written all over his face.

Kenny couldn't look at Sharky, though he noticed the man staring at him.

“Let's go, AJ. I'm sure there's a conversation long overdue for these two-” Niko said, winking at Kenny. That bastard. Kenny thought.

And then it was just Sharky and Kenny. Kenny can't look up, he just can't- while Sharky just stood there looking at the ceiling.

One's looking above the sky, the other deep underground. It only takes two to understand, to know that they need each other to balance the other out. Though maybe for them, these idiots, they might need a thousand brains to figure that out.

“Look- Kenny- I'm-” Sharky stumbles on his words, he couldn't even finish it but it's not for reasons one might think. It's because Kenny, out of sheer determination boldness, places both his hands on Sharky's face and they were, again, kissing.

This time, it wasn't a game, no one forced them or dared them to do this. Kenny kissed Sharky, and Sharky kissed him back. Their tongues fighting and they could hear the noises echoing the room, Kenny had always been loud, even with all of his previous partners- but with Sharky he seems to be out of control. Because for how long have they been wanting this? To kiss each other and actually be serious, not to tease or to play- but to feel each other, body to body, skin to skin, heart to heart. Now they are, and it feels like they're about to burst. The night is cold, but they feel so warm being in each other's embrace, and despite the darkness, things couldn't have been more clearer. They don't need any confessions, that had been long overdue. This is what they needed.

To feel.

They kissed like they're fighting for the last breath of oxygen- which was ironic since when they pulled away, they were panting and actually trying to catch a breath.

When they looked at each other again, Sharky's hands tightly gripped on Kenny's waist- they knew then that everything was different.

So, who lost the game?

They're both too damn heated to find out.

~To be continued~

A/N: posted this chapter on my oneshot collection on wattpad! Drop a comment, a vote or two, always appreciate some love. It's been a while since I posted any fics so tadaaa!!! There'll be a part 2, but I won't be posting here and only at wattpad🙈

[gingiekittycat]

You know how the wine goes BACK IN the wine bottle?

Ever wonder what would happen if that logic was applied to an orgasm?

Anyway go read @sharkiegorath 's fic "sobering up"

[jackie-gremlin-ghost]

Fizz meets up with Molly and the rest of the Ghost Friends, who have a proposition for her, along with introducing her to a few ghostly friends of their own.

Here’s the next chapter of the fic! I was real excited to write this one, mostly because it includes a few fan favorites! 🤭

[captainchocolatechicken-fluffles]

Sea Shanties Fanfic!

I guess this is a trilogy now! I started writing this a little after The End aired, I've just been busy with school and other projects that are mentioned in the notes. Post-The End, so spoilers if you haven't watched it!

I also recommend reading the previous fanfics in the trilogy, especially Guard Shark since that has Alister meeting Sharkie and there is a direct reference to it in this fanfic.

Rated T

I hope you all enjoy!

[snake-in-the-garden]

Chapter 4 is Here!!!

Banner by @chazz-anova​

Chapter 4: Word Gets Around

Summary: Ramona becomes a special interest to Eden’s Gate.

Pairing: Sharky Boshaw/Ramona Belmont

Rating: M (for now)

Word count: 7.1k (oh god...!)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of past r*pe/s*xual assault, panic attacks, brief plane jacket slander, John and Jacob being themselves

A/N: Hey there...It's been too long since the last chapter due to me loosing some motivation to write everyday when winter hit. There's just something about the cold air and early night time that just takes a toll on me. Anyway I felt so bad about basically disappearing for months, I made this chapter way too long for what I usually write and it still came out like it was rushed. Ugh...Thanks to those who were patiently waiting to see more of Ramona and happy reading!

Taglist: @euaveri @turbo-virgins @eur0paa-2 @strafethesesinners @henbased @adelaidedrubman(I guess both of our girls aren’t special) @aceghosts @shallow-gravy​ @alexmalikplays @gxmergurl @thomrainer @lost-poets-poetry @svsunflowers @mr-krinkle  @jfsfjjj

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"I think an apology is in order," Mary May admitted. "From me, of course." Ramona arched an eyebrow as she stopped sipping on the red, fizzy beverage the blonde had gifted her. "You strutted in them Jimmy Choo's got me thinkin' you were one of John's people," Mary May continued. "I thought Sharky had made the same mistake as last time and I just went off makin' you think I was some sorta bigot." Speaking of Sharky, he had just left the bar a bit ago to check if the garage in town was open or not. Ramona would've gone herself if Sharky hadn't insisted.

"This happened before?" Ramona asked, resting her head in her hand.

"Sharky had brought one of them Peggie girls in here some years ago." Mary May grimaced at the memory. "She started goin' on about 'The Father this' and 'The Father that' so much I had to kick 'em out."

"I assume 'The Father' is Eden's Gate's leader," Ramona inferred.

"Yeah. Joseph Seed. Some man-bunned, shirtless weirdo who convinced practically half of the fuckin' county that he's some sorta prophet," the bartender informed. "But he's not the only one you should worry about."

Ramona leaned closer to Mary May, bracing herself on the counter with her forearms. "Pray tell."

"Well the one you just met was John, the youngest brother," Mary May began. "He's the cult's recruitment lapdog and the reason they're able to 'get away' with alotta shady shit." She rubbed her forefinger and thumb together to indicate someone being in someone else's pockets. "Then you got the oldest brother, Jacob. You can't miss 'em. He's a redheaded biggun who's basically the muscle of the cult. And finally there's Faith. She ain't blood but she's just as creepy as the rest of 'em."

Ramona sensed the blonde wasn't quite telling her everything about Eden's Gate. If these people were doing "illegal shit," she wanted to know about it. But with the way Mary May's voice slightly trembled and her blue eyes kept shifting, it probably wasn't a topic she wanted to be pressed about.

"Either way just keep away from 'em. You don't wanna get involved."

"I'll do what I can. Though I doubt I could avoid John since I'm so 'fascinating' to him."

"Oh please, you're not the only woman who's rejected him. He'll find someone else to harass. Probably."

"And here I thought I was special."

Mary May snorted.

~~~

"I didn't think one woman could get you like this." John grunted at the comment as he laid out on the couch with his arm resting on his face. The one who made the comment was Jacob sitting across from him.

"I'm not 'like' anything. I just hate how fast those sinners can act when it comes to corrupting someone," John frets as he sits up.

"From what you described, I can tell she ain't the type to fall for your 'charms' so easily," Jacob inferred while crossing his arms. "Considering she'd rather hang around the redneck and the barmaid."

John grimaced at his brother's statement. "She was just so…vicious. Wouldn't even entertain the thought of hearing me out for even a second. She was gorgeous though."

"I'm sure she was." the redhead stated as he set his feet up on the coffee table. John glared at the action only for Jacob to ignore it. "But it shouldn't be your dick's decision who we add to our ranks. It's Joseph's decision."

"Speaking of which; isn't Joseph supposed to be here by now?"

The two brothers were waiting on Joseph at the Seed Ranch to give their weekly reports on their recent progress with their work within the Project and to have dinner later. John and Jacob were both sure that it was Faith making Joseph late. Before anything else could be said, the front doors opened alerting them to Joseph entering the Ranch with Faith following close behind. John and Jacob stood up to make their way to the foyer to properly welcome their leader. "Good afternoon, brothers," Joseph greeted fondly. "I have something truly important I want to share with you." The siblings moved to the dining room while John ordered one of the faithful who were stationed at a Ranch to make coffee for them.

As the siblings settled, Joseph let out a heavy sigh, bringing in the others undivided attention. "The Voice spoke to me the night before and has told me that a wayward soul would come to us seeking answers." He then turned to John. "I've heard you met someone today at The Spread Eagle. A woman with brown skin, long black hair, and a tattoo in the middle of her back?" The youngest Seed pondered to himself about how much Joseph knew of the incident; half hoping that all he knew was that they talked. If you could call what happened "talking." 

"Yes Joseph. A serpent and roses to be exact," John started as he sat up straighter. "My men made it known to me about a young woman coming into the county and I went to the bar to greet her. But it doesn't seem like she'd be seeking anything from us."

Joseph stiffened. "What do you mean?" The other siblings could feel the tension settling within the room. "Did something happen?"

"It was awful. She was so quick to be dismissive of our cause due to those sinners and---!" John faltered.

"Please John, calm yourself," Joseph soothed while still ridgid. "What are you trying to say?"

John took a breath. "All I'm saying is as it would please me to cleanse her, this woman's soul is probably too far gone due to the corruption of--."

Joseph held his hand up; silencing John's ramblings. The Prophet then stood up to look out the window. Hands behind his back and lets out a sigh. "Hey Joe, if you don't mind me asking," the eldest Seed spoke up, wanting to take his brother's coldness off of John. "Why did the 'Voice' deem this woman so damn important apart from the rest of the 'wayward souls' we took in before?" It was already known to Joseph that Jacob didn't believe in the higher power his brother answered to and he didn't expect him to. All Joseph asked from their protector was his loyalty.

Joseph turned back around to face his siblings. All waiting to hear his words. "The Voice has told me this woman would bring about a great upheaval to everything we've worked so hard on if she doesn't see the light and come join our family to help us guide our flock through the Gate into New Eden." A heavy weight was suddenly felt by the Heralds as their leader finished speaking. It usually wasn't so difficult for them to get people to join The Project. Unfortunate people with nowhere else to go were easy to attract when Eden's Gate advertised love and protection to any and everyone. The only price would be their unwavering devotion.

"And by 'upheaval' you mean…?" It was Faith's turn to speak up.

"The deaths of our faithful by the thousands, the destruction of our community, and the…downfall of our family," Joseph finished as he grasped Faith's shoulder warmly as if not to lose her to an unknown future. "So it's crucial we don't dawdle with this. Especially now."

The weight the Heralds felt earlier magnified after the Father's elaboration. "We won't disappoint you, Joseph," John impulsively exclaimed, feeling that last comment was directed at him. He hoped his enthusiasm would make up for his supposed transgression from earlier. He then looked to the other two, expecting them to follow along. They simply nodded. Joseph smiled in appreciation of their loyalty. "I'm sorry if I scared you, but I just needed you all to know how important it is for her to join our family," he explained while getting up to leave the room. The others stood up with him. "If there's nothing else to be discussed, I think I'll see how that garden John mentioned the other day is doing before we start dinner." Happy to get his brother out of the room, John gave a quick "of course" and signaled two of his faithful on standby to accompany their leader in the backyard.

Just as Joseph leaves the room, John exhales. "I'm glad that's over." It was unknown if the other two felt the same, but it was likely that the feeling wasn't mutual.

"So, how are we doin' this?" Jacob asked. "Like Joe said, we can't exactly wait around for her."

"She just needs more convincing," John assured, not letting on what that would entail.

"We can't hurt her or anything," Faith chimed in. "The Father wouldn't like that."

"I know!" he retorted, causing her to make an amused noise at his reaction. "We're just going to have to be smart about this."

We're? Jacob and Faith weren't usually included when it came to recruiting people for the Project, but they weren't going to question anything John was about to suggest. Especially since time was of the essence.

~~~

It looked exactly how it did in the pictures. One story, simple porch with a swing, huge front yard, a garage shed big enough for Rosa, and a field across the road. Ramona didn't know if she should be relieved to have finally made it to her new home or regretful for making such an impulsive decision. How was she going to manage a house like this? She knows it's already furnished, but there were other things she probably should've considered before coming here. A reliable food source, job security, clothing, and--!

"Hey, what's up? Thought I lost you for a second," Sharky exclaimed, waving his hand in front of Ramona's face and interrupting her frantic thoughts. She had forgotten that he was even here, which was kind of bad of her to do since if it wasn't for him, she would still be stuck on the side of the road. "Sorry Sharky. I was just taking it all in," Ramona explained while trying not to get put off by the blue eyes studying her face. "Thank you for doing this for me by the way. You probably had other things to do rather than help me." Sharky rubbed the back of his neck and grinned. "Nah it was nothin'. But to tell you the truth, I was supposed to meet up with my cousin Hurk…" He frowned as he checked his watch. "...two hours ago." Ramona noticed the negative shift in his tone of voice and decided she had taken enough of his time. Most of that time being used to get a new battery, driving back to Rosa to install it, and then following Sharky here.

"Then you should probably get going. You don't want to keep him waiting."

"It's alright. I can help with your bags."

"Do you wanna get out of here?" 

An unpleasant memory took hold just after Sharky made his offer. She turned her back. "No. You've done enough. Please leave."

Sharky exhaled noisily through his pursed lips and abruptly took a step backwards away from the woman's sudden coldness. For Ramona, it was already bad enough she had to show some guy she just met where she was going to be living, now he wanted to come inside? Alone with her? No way. "Alright. That's fine. I see where you're gettin' at. I'll go," Sharky complied, sounding dismayed. For a split second, Ramona wanted to turn around to say she had changed her mind. But when she actually did, he was already heading back to his truck. Accepting her missed chance, Ramona trudges on to Rosa to finally unload her. "Hey 'Mona!" She turned her attention to Sharky, who Ramona thought would've left already.

"Welcome to Hope County!" There was that crooked smile again.

And with that, Sharky takes off in his truck leaving Ramona confused about how this guy felt about her. It wasn't too much of a concern, but it was pretty weird for someone to shake off having the cold shoulder being directed at them. Oh well.

~~~

"Mrs. Belmont, I know you're upset, but I don't think we can classify this incident as anything more than a misunderstanding turning into a physical altercation." An older, timid man's voice is heard. "Happens all the time with students."

"Bullshit. This 'misunderstanding' scarred my baby's face because she didn't want some nasty boy putting his hands on her." Ramona then hears the outraged voice of her mother.

"The other student has already claimed in his statement that you're daughter fell after--"

"After he tried to rape her."

Ramona heard a huff of frustration next to her followed by a gentle hand rubbing her back after hearing her mother spit out the accusation. It was the soothing hand of Ramona's father who had let his wife handle the meeting.

"It's gonna be okay Rammy." After hearing her father's words, Ramona turned her head to see his reassuring face.

But she never gets to as Ramona's dream fades to white. She wakes up to an unfamiliar ceiling which gets her heart racing. Ramona shoots up from her laying position and frantically looks around her new home only to realize she fell asleep on the couch. Ramona puts her head in her hands to calm herself, feeling moisture on her palms. It's okay. Waking up to tears in her eyes after having that dream wasn't anything new for her.

You're okay. You're okay.

Ramona's legs wobbled a bit as she stood up to see one of her unpacked bags at her feet. She sighed to herself realizing all the work which still needed to be done. The woman looked at her phone to see that it was almost 10:30 pm, realized she'd napped for way too long, and decided all that would be "next day Ramona's" problem. It was time for bed anyway. Ramona did her usual nighttime hair routine, brushed her teeth, and changed into one of the sets of pajamas she'd brought. Ramona didn't think much of her new bedroom. It was simple and minimally decorated with the essentials. Basically a blank canvas setup for her to project herself on to make this house into a home. Her home. Ramona settled into bed and tried to ignore the slight musty smell the comforter gave off. Maybe she'll finish that dream.

~~~

It was the crack of dawn when Ramona was able to call her parents, letting them know she made it to Hope County okay. But that was after multiple "fine's", "alright's", and "okay's" in response to her mother's light scolding about not calling sooner and her father's repetitive questions about Rosa's condition. Even though she wasn't able to get a full sentence in, hearing her parent's voices soothed Ramona's nerves. Somehow during their conversation, her mother mentioned a letter left somewhere in the house for her to read. Ramona assured her she'd read it later.

The woman was now free to assess what she needed to do for today. The lingering smell of must and her stomach growling suggested her first two tasks of the day. Good thing she remembered the general store in Fall's End. As she combed out her hair, a loud, rapid knocking was heard, startling Ramona. Who could that be? No seriously. Who else knows she's living here besides Sharky? She doubts he'd come back after being on the receiving end of her iciness from yesterday but anything could happen. If it is him, Ramona would just take this as an opportunity to apologize. Something told her Sharky would accept it.

The knocking continued to Ramona's annoyance as she quickly threw on a hoodie while hurrying to the front door. The woman then frowned when she opened the door and saw it was actually John, holding a thick white book under his arm, who decided to drop by. Along with two other men, both wearing white uniforms, who were of course, glaring at her. "Good morning," John greeted, showing off that smile again.

"Uh…good morning to you too?" It was the only thing Ramona could say after believing she wouldn't see this man again anytime soon. "What brings you by?"

John gave out a light chuckle. "I didn't mean to disturb you so early, but I felt it was imperative for you and I to make amends after what happened yesterday," he informed while inching closer to her. "May I come in? I was hoping we could talk some more too." 

Ramona held out her hand; palm almost touching her visitor's chest. "You and I are good out here."

"PIease, I must insist. I want to make this right with you."

"And I must insist we're good out here." Ramona closes the door behind her and leans against it to make her point even clearer. "So let's talk."

Why are the men around here so eager to come into my home? John let out a soft sigh and clutched his book. "Alright. Have it your way then." He then signaled his men to step away from them so the two could have some privacy. The men nodded and obeyed without a second thought. "Now let me start off by saying I'm sorry for how…brash I was yesterday at the bar," John offered. "It was shameful of me to make such a bad first impression on you." Despite how obvious it was that John could have other intentions behind this, Ramona could at least hear some remorse in his voice. But she couldn't let her guard down just yet.

"Well John, I appreciate you coming to--."

John casually cuts her off. "I would also like to take this opportunity to properly introduce to you the key to your salvation." He cradled the white hardcover within his forearm, proudly presenting it to Ramona. "Without any distractions." It was titled The Word of Joseph.

There it is.

Ramona wasn't too enthused about having to listen to a possible cult member's spiel about her needing to be "saved." She's still not sure from what exactly. John had hastily mentioned the Collapse yesterday which sparked her curiosity. Ramona nodded, indicating to her guest that he could start. "Eden's Gate is a loving community for lost souls who have been wronged by the world and corrupted by sin," John commenced. "It is our job to cleanse those of their sins in order for them to enter through the Gate after the Collapse so that we can create a new world." Ramona crossed her arms after hearing what sounded like another one of those "it's the end times so give us your money" pitches televangelists like to use. "Is that what you think I am; a 'lost soul'?" Ramona questioned. "What makes you think this? We literally just met yesterday." John tucked the book back under his arm and straightened up the tacky looking jacket he was wearing; preparing for another pitch.

"My older brother Joseph, or The Father as he's lovingly referred to, has recently told my siblings and I you were meant to join our family," John informed, again stepping closer. "A wayward soul looking for a place in the world. Something we could provide for you."

Ramona put her hands on her hips. "Again, I ask. What makes you think that?" she asks, increasingly getting more annoyed.

"Impatient, aren't we?" he commented teasingly. "I saw you were a young woman traveling alone, willing to practically jump into the arms of anyone who looked your way. No matter how unsavory their true intentions were." John's tone darkens at the last part.

Ramona rolled her eyes at his claim. Yes, it was true she impulsively got into a car with a complete stranger, but she didn't have a choice. Plus Sharky respected her boundaries right off the bat when she established them. "I never 'jumped' into anyone's arms. I was offered help and I took it," Ramona retorted. Possibly a little too defensively. "Besides, it's none of your business I'm traveling alone." John took another step closer, causing her to step back. "Actually, we at Eden's Gate make it our business to keep those vulnerable enough from being dragged down into the trenches of sin," John states eerily, his blue gaze momentarily stunning the woman. "And Miss. Fairgrave was willing to do just that." Ramona's ears perked up when he mentioned Mary May.

"What does she have to do with anything?"

"Miss. Fairgrave and I had our…quarrels in the past."

"Quarrels? What happened?"

"She just couldn't accept her brother wanting to be with us. Obviously envious of the close bond he had with the rest of the congregation and tried so desperately to take that happiness away from him."

Ramona was silent; recounting how hateful Mary May was of Peggies and wondering if what John was saying was even true. Probably not.

John continued. "To cope with this, she and her lot spread lies about Eden's Gate to anyone who would believe them."

"Right…So the claim of you using money to get whatever Eden's Gate is doing around legal barriers is not true then?"

With the way John immediately frowned and glowered after the woman's probing question; it was obvious she made a mistake. "I don't mean any harm. I just need to know what--." Ramona's explanation was cut short as John abruptly strides forward to firmly thrust the book against her chest, causing her to be essentially trapped between her guest and the front door hard on her shoulder blades. Causing her to panic. "We do what is necessary to secure the future of Eden's Gate," John said harshly, increasing the pressure on Ramona's chest causing her. "Some may not agree with our methods, but I assure you, Miss. 'Bel-mawn', you will reconsider your ill-conceived notions about us if you take the time to listen." Along with being blindsided by John's sudden ambush, Ramona's blood ran cold when her last name, though mispronounced, fell from John's lips. She had never told him her name and had made it quite clear he didn't deserve to know yesterday. It was doubtful either Mary May or Sharky had told John; especially since she didn't even tell them her last name.

"Who told you my last name?" Ramona demanded, strained and on the verge of having a panic attack.

"This residence's previous owner," John complied. "Your uncle."

James! "How do you know him?" she pressed.

"I didn't personally know him. But a few years ago I paid him and his wife a visit to welcome them to the county and introduce them to Eden's Gate."

Ramona continued staring at him. "Go on."

"Well I couldn't really give a proper introduction due to him interrupting me with stories of his travels which ultimately lead him here. And his wife…spirited…shooed me out saying they weren't interested and they never will be," John reminisced bitterly. Possibly showing a bit of his true self.

Ramona had to fight to keep her face from cracking into a smile at the thought of James and Jackie giving John the runaround to avoid his proselytizing. She almost forgot her current situation. He continued. "But through all that nonsense, your uncle kept bringing up a certain someone. Someone I thought I'd never run into after all this time." John took a moment to caress a loose raven tress belonging to his captive before he got close to her ear.

"His favorite niece; Ramona Octavia Belmont," he chillingly whispered.

Ramona thought nothing of it when she gathered her strength and sent John tumbling backwards off the porch and onto the ground. Her personal space had been violated far enough. After hearing their superior's yelps of pain as he landed, the men rushed to John's aid.

"Brother John! Are you okay!?" one fretted.

"How dare you lay your filthy hands upon our Baptist!?" the other scolded.

"You're unworthy in receiving the Father's Word!" the first one accused.

Ramona remained on the porch, looking down at them heavily panting, only getting more pissed off. "Here, take it then!" the irate woman shouted while throwing John's "gift" near them. "Tell Joseph he's got the wrong woman 'cause I don't want the 'key to my salvation' if it means I have to deal with some creep who doesn't know the meaning of personal space!" Ramona would be lying if she didn't think seeing John flat on his ass in the dirt was amusing, but of course, in a moment of clarity, she realized this was the exact opposite of what she was advised to do. That clarity caused Ramona to almost immediately regret her actions when she realized she could be arrested for this. Even if John was the one who started it. The woman's heart started to pound as she braced for his reaction, but John just sat there hanging his head. Ramona thought about saying something to him but decided against it assuming she'd just make it worse for herself.

"You know Miss. Belmont. All of that…anger you harbor deep inside needs to be cleansed. Which I as your future Baptist will personally see to," John affirmed, ignoring the insult while sporting a wicked, chilling smile. Ramona felt a slight surge of nausea. "The Project has a place for you, especially someone of your profession. A social worker who gives counsel to those in need is someone who'd be perfect for us." Ramona just stood there unimpressed by his shallow praises and also wondering how much James had told this man about her. "If you're offering me a job, I'll have to decline," she dismissed while stepping a few paces forward. One of John's men quickly helped him up while the other scrambled to collect the sullied book from the dusty ground. Both looked hopeful to see him stand up against his assailant. John proceeded to casually dust himself off.

"Are you sure that is a wise decision to make? Financially managing a property of this size might be too much for one woman. Perhaps I could take it off your--," John began.

"No, that's not happening. Besides, it's already paid off," Ramona shot back, taking her turn to interrupt him for a change. "In fact, I have the documents to show for it."

"I bet you do," he responded sourly. "But you are sorely mistaken if you really think material possessions will help you during the Collapse."

"Then what will help, huh?" she challenged, hotly. "Tell me so you can leave already."

To Ramona's surprise, John didn't retort with a quick remark at her prodding. All the man did was signal to his men to hand him the book. The order is followed and John once again presents his gift to Ramona. "Perhaps I'm going about this the wrong way," he states. "I believe you should hear it from the Father himself. He's better at this." The way John said that made it obvious he was getting tired of her too. Ramona looks down at the book. "Huh? I thought I made myself clear I didn't want the--." John held his hand up. "I know. I'm telling you the Father is giving a sermon about the Collapse this Sunday and will be delighted to answer any questions you may have. The address is behind the front cover," he noted earnestly. "But if you choose not to come, will you at least take his Word? I won't bother anymore after today if you do." Ramona sighed and promptly took the book from him, doubting he'd even keep his promise.

"I'll at least think about it. But if I do come to the sermon, it won't mean I'm joining your cult."

"It's not a--! Of course. But every cynic I've met says that at first, but then sees the light after they hear--."

"I mean it! I'm only going for myself and for you to leave me alone."

"So you will be attending?"

"Get off my property!"

While slightly startled by Ramona's outburst, John kept his promise as he and his men made their way back to the white truck they came in. "Farewell Miss. Belmont, I hope to see you this Sunday," John bids. The woman didn't say anything back as she stormed back into her house and slammed the door behind her. Ramona let out a short cry of frustration when she angrily threw the book a few feet away from herself, causing a harsh, loud thud on the wooden floor kicking dust up. She pressed her back against the front door and slid down to the floor when her legs felt weak. Reeling from the ordeal, dizziness and a rapid heart rate from earlier took hold while a ringing noise resonated within her head. Ramona started to feel hot and short of breath, so she clumsily removed her hoodie for supposed relief. But it wasn't enough. The pounding in her chest causes her to curl up on the floor, trembling and hyperventilating. The combinations of these symptoms were all too familiar to Ramona as a quick memory of her alone in her college dorm in the same position flashed in her mind. Despite the pains in her chest and nausea, Ramona forces herself to sit up halfway to regain control.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. He can't hurt you. You are safe now. As Ramona inhaled and exhaled, she thought back to all the times she had to do this exercise to get through the first part of freshman year. She hoped these episodes won't be a common occurrence since Ramona wanted a fresh start, but achieving that seemed impossible now. Although Ramona had told John "no" to joining Eden's Gate and denied their "prophecy," she still made it known her interest was piqued; so it was likely they would still try to convince her. The dulling ache in her chest and decreasing heart rate allowed Ramona to sit up fully and the softening buzzing in her ear and her body stabilizing enabled her to think clearly. Ramona decided it would probably be best to listen to Mary May's advice more carefully and avoid them as much as possible--starting now.

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Finding the way back to Fall's End wasn't difficult. A few left turns and then a left was easy for Ramona to remember which is going to be important since the general store might be her only source for food and other essentials she'll need in the future. After finding an appropriate parking place for Rosa, the woman made her way into the store. She made note of the small size and the Americana decor; hoping the store owner's patriotism was just an aesthetic. To Ramona's surprise, she didn't draw any attention to herself like yesterday. She figured dressing in Hope County-appropriate attire she found in the closet would do that. Thanks Auntie. As Ramona proceeded to fulfill her shopping list of necessities, she overheard two people, a man and a woman dressed in hunting gear, talking a few feet away. Curiosity got the better of her.

"Do you really think we can keep living like this?" the woman asked, sounding stressed. "I don't think I can take any more of this."

"Would you rather we'd live like brainwashed zombies?" the man asked her in turn, using a tone Ramona didn't like. "Our bunker is the only safe place from them taking over."

"I got that. But stocking that bunker is making you and others paranoid about something that may not happen."

"We know what we're doing. You think those Seed-fuckers made their people tote around those guns just for show? We're just looking out for ourselves since the cops aren't doing anything."

Ramona didn't hear the woman's response when she left the aisle and moved on to the dairy section so she wouldn't get caught being nosey. Brainwashing? Guns? This new information about Eden's Gate made Ramona realize it probably had to do with the "illegal shit" Mary May hinted at. Despite not wanting to probe her anymore about uncomfortable topics, Ramona would've appreciated the heads up about a confirmed violent cult who now had their eyes on her. Now she's definitely sure John won't leave her alone and most likely lying about what really happened between him and Mary May.

Back to the task at hand. Ramona reached up to grab vanilla coffee creamer from the top shelf only for her nails to barely brush against it. She internally cursed her height and whoever made this refrigerator. Not wanting to completely give up, she tried again, but failed again when another hand easily grabbed it instead. The owner of the hand was a tall, curvy woman with long dark, curly hair and dark brown eyes which were warm and inviting. She was very pretty.

"Here you go," the woman offered. "This was what you wanted, right?" She was referring to the creamer.

"Yeah it was. Thank you." Ramona acknowledged while accepting the small carton.

"A word of advice. If you're going to be listening to other people's conversations; you should at least do it from somewhere they wouldn't see you," the woman suggested bluntly and flickered her eyes to the side.

Ramona's stomach dropped when she quickly turned her head to see the aforementioned couple, now scowling, rip their gaze away from the two women and shuffled off.

"I'm just telling you from experience."

Ramona couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed of herself. She swore off anything Eden's Gate related, but her curiosity about them kept piquing even though every new piece of information about them just kept getting worse. But then again, any knowledge about the cult would keep Ramona from being ignorant of anything that would pose them as a threat to her. Even if it wasn't coming from a direct source. Anything to not talk to the Seeds again. "Sorry for asking but, do you know anything about Eden's Gate?" she asked, "Also my name is Ramona." The woman pursed her plush lips and loosely crossed her arms under her chest. "Deirdre. I'm a vet at the F.A.N.G. Center in the mountains. I've been living here with my husband and his family for about 10 years, so I...uh….know enough," she divulged tentatively. "They're a doomsday cult preparing for the Collapse. An apocalyptic event." Ramona figured that much on her own. But it was way better than the common "stay away from them" she kept hearing.

"Is there any real way to get them off my back for good?"

"Nope. Since you just moved here, Eden's Gate is not going to leave you alone anytime soon. They love new people."

"Wait, how do you know I just moved here?"

Deirdre frowned and averted her eyes.

"Hey Dee, what's takin' you so long?" Ramona inhaled sharply when she saw the owner of the rough, male voice appear from behind the row of shelves beside them. "Oh. You made a friend." A tall, scarred man with red hair went to stand beside Deirdre, putting his large hand on her shoulder. Combined with Mary May's description and the J. Seed stitched on the sleeve of his camo jacket; she concluded this was Jacob Seed. Ramona made a quick glance at Deirdre. She was still avoiding eye contact. Ramona put two and two together and it all made sense. John probably told Jacob about what happened and probably wanted to take a crack at recruiting the "lost soul". Not to risk straining her neck anymore, Ramona backed up a bit to accommodate her intake of Jacob’s imposing stature. Which wasn’t a bad sight. She definitely didn't lie about the "biggun" and "muscle" part. 

"I thought you were waiting outside," Deirdre pointed out crossly.

"I was. But you were takin' too long and folks were givin' me the stink eye. 'Specially that idiot pilot." Jacob stated. He then pointed his gaze at Ramona. "So you're the woman my brother's been talkin' about?"

She sighs. "Yeah. Why? Is it your turn to harass me?" Ramona retorted, suddenly becoming bold. "One of you was bad enough today."

"Heh no. After what happened between you and Johnny, I don't think I wanna tangle with you," he teased. "'Sides, I don't do the door to door shit."

"Then what do you do?"

"All you need to know at the moment is that I keep the congregation safe. And in line."

Remembering the mention of guns earlier, Ramona had a pretty good guess about what that could mean. It wasn't something she wanted to discuss further with him and was grateful he didn't take it upon himself to do so. She looked at Deirdre. She wondered how deep her involvement with Eden's Gate went. If it was beyond being married to one of the brothers. Telling from her tone, Deirdre also didn't seem too interested in discussing anything. Which was also fine. But she could help but be worried. Black women and religious cults run by white men have never been a good match. "I should probably finish up and pay for these," Ramona spoke up, sensing an opportunity to leave. "It was nice talking to you." Deirdre perked up. "I can pay for your groceries if you want," she suggested. "Y'know for your troubles." Jacob made a disapproving face which Deirdre ignored. Ramona thought about what happened between her and John and decided this should make up for it. She accepted the offer.

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"These people act like we're the scum of the earth, but they'll still take our money," Jacob commented, sounding amused. He was referring to the store clerk who gave the group a dirty look while processing the payment. The three were currently outside the general store and Ramona was about to see the couple off. "I guess dressin' up your store like the Fourth of July was really just for show." Deirdre rolled her eyes and saw that Ramona was confused. "The locals here put up American flag stuff to show they're against Eden's Gate," she clarified. "It started happening after the congregation grew." Ramona could tell that wasn't entirely true.

"Hey Dee. How 'bout you wait in the truck while I talk to our friend here before we leave." Deirdre looked between her husband and Ramona and sighed. "Alright." The eldest Seed was mincing his words earlier about his role within Eden's Gate, so what would he possibly want to talk about now. And without his wife present at that. After Deirdre settles herself within the passenger seat of their truck; Jacob leaned his back against it, facing Ramona while crossing his arms.

"While I do think Johnny probably deserved what you did to him this morning, you gotta be smart about who you push away and who you align yourself with."

"What are you talking about? I thought you weren't going to--!"

"Down kitten. I'm just tellin' you this for your own good. Apparently Joe sees somethin' in you and he's usually right."

"Well he's wrong. And Like I told your brother, I'm not meant to join your cult and you can't convince me otherwise!"

"You say that now, but when the time comes, you'll make the right choice."

"Don't count on it."

Despite her stomach twisting in knots, Ramona immediately strode off from Jacob to where Rosa was parked, hearing the couple's truck drive off behind her. She knew people who were involved with cults were self-righteous, but having someone declare what's "good" for her for the second time today was just infuriating. Also frightening. The woman was surprised that Jacob's familiar, intense blue glare and ominous tone he used while practically threatening her didn't put her in another state of panic. Ramona guessed one was enough for today.

Head buzzing with rushing, irritating thoughts, Ramona hastily loaded her car, just eager to get back home. "You okay, Miss?" The woman popped up her head to the sound of another male voice. She saw a man wearing aviators and a shirt with a logo that read Rye & Sons Aviation parked next to her. Aviation? Was this the "idiot" pilot? "That Seed bastard was botherin' you, right?" Ramona let out a sigh and closed the passenger door. She wasn't mad at him or anything; strangers coming up to talk to her when she wasn't in the mood was getting exhausting.

"Unfortunately. Even though this is only my second day here, Eden's Gate has already decided I'm meant to be with them. Whatever that means."

The man furled his lip and shook his head. "That's how they get you," the man started, a rant seemingly brewing. "Damn Peggies make you feel all 'special' when all they really wanted was your plane."

Ramona blinked. "Plane? I don't have a plane?"

"Ah shit! I'm sorry! Got carried away and started talkin' 'bout myself." The man held out his hand. "I'm Nick Rye of Rye and Son's Aviation. I was talkin' 'bout my plane, Carmina."

Ramona, slightly amused at the confusion, shook Nick's hand. 

"I heard from Mary May you've already met John. That fucker's been tryin' to get my plane for years after actin' all buddy-buddy and shit with me at first. Them Peggies been harassin' my family so bad my wife Kim, who's smaller than you, had to punch one of 'em. Died down a bit after that and she didn't get in trouble for it."

"I'm sorry you were going through that. Eden's Gate might want my house, but other than that it's just 'me' they want so badly. I don't know what to do."

"Well if I were you, I'd go up to Joseph after one of their sermons and show 'em you mean business."

Ramona didn't quite know what Nick meant, but if it was relating to what his wife did, she's quite sure she won't get away with that. Taking that part out, going straight to the source of her problems seems like something she could work with. Ramona could go to the sermon and hopefully get Joseph to have his brothers to lay off and rethink this whole "prophecy" about her. Of course Ramona would have to figure out the details of this plan so it can be somewhat sound. "Thank you Nick. I'll put some thought into your suggestion." The pilot did a slight smile, noticing a change in her voice from earlier. "Well alright then! Maybe you can come by and I'll give you some flyin' lessons. Carmina's the big yellow one." She froze a bit. "I-I'll think about that too." His smile got bigger. "Great!"

Ramona didn't have the heart to tell Nick she was afraid of heights.

[thesnazzysharky]

Dēteriōrātus Voluntās - A Ghost Cow Short Story

TW: Starvation and self cannibalism. AO3 link here. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 4 days... 5 days...? Well, I've officially lost count now... My rations have ran out. My bodY thins and weakens as it consumes itself. I'm skin and bones with no meat. I have drunk my own urine out of thirst and gnawed at my fingers and arms for what little bits of food I can obtain. I have not slept since I have settled myself in this room. The room is pitch dark. I have a flashlight, but I do nOt want to turn it on and be horrified at the sight of my own body or potentially something else...

Yet I still remain. I still prevail. Everybody else in the hospital is now dead, I presUme. Except for me. I'm hidden. I'm safe. I'm sane. I'm content with this small, dark, comforting room. Sometimes I hear faint whispering in my ear. Sometimes I hear something walk past the door. Sometimes I hear groaning or wailing under me. Sometimes I feel something touch my shoulder. Sometimes I smell something enticing outside the door. Sometimes see straNge images and visions in the sparse moments where I close my eyes longer than I should. I can't say for certain whEther this is due to lack of sleep or something paranormal, but it doesn't matter to me. None of it matters. I shall stay safe and alive. Safe from the "ghost". I have read or heard of stories of all kinds of monsters, ghosts, and cryptids. Freaky, weird, and potentially dangerous abominations that poor souls would sometimes stumble across. One thing consistent with these stories howeVer, was that these creatures always had a reason for behaving how they did. Sometimes they were acting on purely animalistic instinct. Sometimes they had a strange and alien morality to them. And other times thEy were victims of a tragic past. Not the creature roaming around in the hospital though... no. This creature is something that I have never seen or heard of before. I have seen the things it has done. I have seen how it manipulates otheRs. I have seen how it controls. I have seen how purely sadistic and void of any soul it is.

It's not a ghost. It's not a demon. It's not a monster. It's something else entirely. Something that I can't wrap my head around. I don't know what this thing is, but what I do know is that it's not doing what it does out of any instinctive nature, alien morality, or vengeance for what it had previously gone through. It does not seem to have any big or meaningful goal. It just simply popped up here one day and began causing havoc. It's a petty creature. Made evident by the fact that it chose a hospital of all things to spread misery and suffering in. A place where people should be comforted and helped became a place Where people were tortured and killed. It knows what it's doing. It loves the suffering it's causing. It's doing this purely for fun it seems. Not too unlike a child burning ants with a magnifying glass or tearing the legs off a caterpillar one by one.

I suspect it's searching for mE. To manipulate and control. To cause me agony and delusion. Unfortunately for it, it will never find me. Others have tried ways to get rid of it. Suicide. Radiation machines. Breaking their own fingers or cutting off their hands. Giving themselves concussions. Quitting their jobs. Yet they all still died in the end. Such pathetic idiots. Why did none of them think of the simple and correct solution? Hiding yourself away, somewhere dark and unremarkable at a glance. Never falling asleep, as the creature can't haRm or possess me if I'm always on alert. Staying completely calm, not taking any notice to the odd things you see, hear, smell, or feel. You aren't in any actual danger. In the end, I am victorious. I am resourceful. I am safe. I am content. I am sane. ... I closed my eyes for too long again. I'm not safE in this room.

[megraen]

Chapter 11 - Parent Trap

Letting go of Abigail’s hands, Faith took a step backwards. “I need to go find Luis. We have much to discuss.” The young blonde spun and took off before anyone could question or stop her.  “Luis?” Abigail questioned, her blue eyes watching the girl go. The Australian had no idea why Faith needed to speak to Luis, especially as she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the man's crude humour.  “Why would she need to speak with that fool for?” John bit out, frowning in the direction of Faith’s departure. “Excuse me?” Abigail’s head snapped at the youngest male Seed. “Did you just insult my Luis? In front of me?” John’s eyes widened as the blonde rounded on him, her glare hard. John raised his hands defensively against the woman as she came to stand before him, a finger pointed at his chest. “Are you still that sour over yesterday?”  “What happened yesterday?” Jacob enquired, looking solely at John. He knew whatever it was, it would have been his baby brother to blow it out of proportion. Joseph had moved forward, placing a hand on Abigail's shoulder as he tried to coax the woman away from John.

@socially-awkward-skeleton @glitchinginthegarden @ladykatie512 @miss-jennifer-cormier @vampireninjabunnies-blog @turbo-virgins

[l5byrinth]

i’m so sorry for not writing everyone’s requests yet 😞😞 i have been so busy with school and im in the middle of my test week rn but as soon as im done i will start writing all of your amazing requests 😚 also i am going to start writing for beta squad as soon as i finish the requests

[ca11istee]

last line wip

so i got tagged by @megraen to post the last line of a wip i wrote and now somehow i feel like i owe a discord server jacob seed smut 🤷‍♀️anyway! i don’t think i’ve said anything on here yet about me writing a john seed/f!oc fic so here’s that announcement i guess.

no pressure tagging: @ghostoffuturespast, @beammeupbroadway, @wanderingaldecaldo, @seraphfighter, and any other writers who just wrote an interesting last line (or several) in their wip ❤️

“This isn’t what you think it is,” John insisted, and his brother’s burning gaze landed back on him. “What is this then?” Joseph’s tone made him hesitate a second too long to answer. “With those marks on her neck and her wearing your shirt? John, tell me, what is it then?” “You’re thinking this will end up like Atlanta, but it won’t,” John clarified, and Joseph only stared, a hard frown set on his mouth. “This is different. Leila is different.” “Nothing about this is different,” Joseph argued, pointing a finger at John as he stepped closer, “Except that this time when you lose your temper, we can’t move halfway across the country to save you. This time, we are exactly where we need to be when the Collapse happens, and we will walk through the Gates of Eden with or without you.”

[kenniko]

.࿐࿔. ★⋆. SHARKYAJ || you've got stars(they're in your eyes) . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊

SUMMARY:

Sharky reached peak happiness. Beta Squad reached 5 Million, and he couldn't be any more happier than being with his 4 friends.

What more could he possibly want? He has everything.

Well, maybe not everything.

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NOTES: I posted this on wattpad as a chapter in my Beta Squad Oneshot story already. But I know a lot of my supporters are also from Tumblr, so this is for all of my supporters, fans, and friends. A celebration fic for my Closing Doors reaching 5K reads. This is for u guys <33

Wanted to write a kenniko fic but I feel like I wrote too much alr in my one shot fic, so I wrote Sharky x AJ.

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Sharky had always been the type of person who thought twice about every single bloody thing. People see him as quite laid-back and relaxed all the time, only talks when necessary and his jokes are moderately funny. He is his own person, his humour can only be understood by few, his words and everything about him are like literary poems. Accurate and calculative, but spontaneous. Sharky's complicated to understand. Just like any other human in this world.

Sharky had always been that 'weird kid' as a child. The only reason why he was able to actually have friends despite being one is due to his talent in football which the other kids in school would always compliment him on and whenever they want to win -which is all the time- they'd want Sharky to be in their team.

Sharky's weird, but no one bothered to care. He's good with words, he spends his day observing people's demeanors and behaviours so he could change his attitude to fit theirs. People tend to like Sharky because Sharky intended it to be, he can change himself so people would get comfortable with him. People are easy to understand for Sharky. They're very easy to read.

That's what he felt when he first met Chunkz in real life. Chunkz is a natural entertainer, he tends to let himself out on camera. In a world full of masquerade, Chunkz showed his real face and he didn't feel a tiny bit odd about it. He likes peace and quiet. Sharky could tell just by the way he speaks, quick and rushed, like he wants the conversation to end quickly. That was the reason why Sharky actually stayed friends with Chunkz long enough for him to meet AJ, then further on meeting Niko and Kenny.

When Sharky finished his GCSEs and graduated school, he wanted to pursue football. He failed. So, he pursued his other interests, which was pretty much just the influence of friends because he had no idea how to do all this YouTube thing back then. What he was very focused on when he finished school, was that he wanted to meet people where he wouldn't need to put on a mask for. He wanted to find people where he could be himself. He didn't hate his schoolmates, it's just that he had too much history with them and they knew too much about his past.

He wanted to meet new people. He wanted those people to meet him as a better, more mature person. He met Chunkz. After meeting Chunkz, he started to gain more interest with all of this YouTube and video making shenanigans so he went to Omegle and met AJ. Which will soon, coincidentally turns out that AJ and Chunkz are friends.

What a small world.

Anyways, AJ was different from Chunkz. Similar, but different. They both were pretty private people, but it seemed like Chunkz didn't know that he is a private person and AJ knew it very well. Chunkz talked a lot and joked a lot but Sharky would notice him sighing in between conversations, wanting it to end. With AJ, he would talk and joke endlessly, especially when they met on Omegle. Sharky would just listen, loving the way AJ speaks. AJ is a very intelligent man.

Research has said that funny people tend to be more intelligent than a normal person, Sharky didn't believe that at first but when he met AJ. He couldn't agree more.

Niko and Kenny came as a pair, since they knew Kenny through Niko. They'd been friends since childhood, and everyone could see that the both of them are more comfortable with each other than anyone else in the group. It didn't bother them, of course.

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Beta Squad reached 5 Million subscribers on YouTube.

It's a milestone for them, and they're all incredibly elated that they managed to get this far. Every single one of them knows that this is just the start of a new beginning, and they'll only continue to grow both as content creators and as people.

They celebrated it by all of them streaming on Twitch. Yes, Chunkz too, and Niko was in AJ's stream. They did giveaways, and it was just a good day for everyone. Their social media and DMs were all flooded with congratulations and all were tagged for edits and everything.

Sharky felt so invincible at that moment. He felt like the whole universe was in his hands, 5 Million is wild. He knew he'd never be able to do this without his friends, and all of a sudden he started thinking about life.

He's closer to 30 than he is to 20, he's not getting any younger. After 5 Million, after 10 and after a 100, what then? How long will all of this go on? How long will they stay friends? How long will their humour stay relevant in this generation? Will they be eternal, like how Sharky felt at the time?

Sharky, with all of his gloom and doom, was staring at the stars above as the boys sat in the backyard. Staring at the stars, listening to the crackles of fire and Chunkz's never ending complaints of mosquitoes.

The boys decided to go camping, not far or in the forest. Just in the Beta Squad's house backyard. While they all did their separate celebrations in their own way in the morning, they decided to have the whole night to themselves. No phones or gadgets, just the mind and their love for each other.

The moon was brighter than Sharky had ever seen, the night was clear with no clouds in sight. Kenny and Niko was talking, with AJ interrupting from time to time, while Chunkz stayed beside Sharky, slapping his wrists when he felt like there are bugs crawling around.

Looking at the boys, Sharky could never ask for anything more.

This is it.

The feeling of completion. Feeling alive, knowing you'll get old with 4 friends who'd die for you, and knew you'd do the same. He thought, what else could he ever want? What more?

The moon was shining so brightly, and while Kenny and Niko started to get more intimate with their conversation, loud voices turned to whispers, AJ backed out and sat in front of the fire. He was looking at it so intensely that fire sparkled in his eyes too. His smile couldn't be controlled. Everyone's just having a good time. Chunkz was already preparing to sleep, it had gotten quite late. Kenny and Niko were already in their sleeping bags, still awake but already prepared to sleep.

He looked at AJ. The most unpredictable man out of all of them. Sharky always thought he knew everything there is to know about the psychology of people, their behaviours and their flaws, but AJ is something completely different.

Always had been. He didn't think too much about it though, but a voice in his head kept repeating, “What more could you want? What more could you ever want in this world?”

AJ's different.

Because everyone has flaws, but in Sharky's eyes. AJ had none. He's- unpredictable, spontaneous and everything perfect. AJ was still staring at the fire, humming a song Sharky never heard of, brown eyes turned to yellow due to the light of the fire. Perhaps, that was how Sharky saw AJ as.

Everyone has flaws, surely. No human is perfect. But everything about AJ, even his flaws, turns into perfection in Sharky's eyes. If a building was on fire, Sharky wouldn't hear the screams or the chaos, he wouldn't think about the smoke and the pollution it causes. He'd see the smoke as a form of beauty. Smoke, a natural form of nature yet so unnatural that it's better off never existing at all.

What more does Sharky want?

Sharky wonders.

He has everything. Everything he could ever possibly want. He didn't realise he had been staring at AJ for so long that AJ looked up from the fire to look at Sharky.

Sharky couldn't breathe, the lingering smell of smoke still stayed though. Their eyes met, and AJ's eyes held the light of everything beautiful, the fire and the ashes. So dangerous, but so darn beautiful.

So, what more does Sharky want?

Sharky, in that moment, looking at a smiling AJ with stars in his eyes, knew the answer then.

Sharky has everything the world has to offer, but-

But not AJ.

And when Sharky realised it, he felt empty. Because AJ, Sharky realised, is worth the whole world. Sharky could lose everything- but if he had AJ, then Sharky thought, Sharky knew, that he'd have no complaints.

Sharky wants everything that the world has to offer.

Sharky, who then realised about his feelings in the middle of a life crisis, looked at AJ and thought. Yeah.

He wants- he needs AJ.

Because Sharky wants to make his life worthwhile, and he doesn't want to waste his time going through all of that courting and flirting nonsense.

He looked at AJ, and AJ looked at him back. AJ had always- always, loved Sharky. But AJ knows his worth, and he knows Sharky's. Sharky with that beautiful face and a heart of a thousand gold could have anyone in the world, why would he settle down for a man like him?

AJ tried to let the feelings die down, and it didn't. But he chose to live with it. He's fine. Even if he didn't have Sharky, at least he has a damn good sense of humour and is part of a YouTube channel that has 5 Million subscribers.

AJ realised that a man like him shouldn't want more. He should be thankful for what is given, thankful that God even gave him a chance.

AJ looked at Sharky through fire. The light illuminates Sharky's whole being and holy crap, himself be damned, Sharky is one hell of an angel. With a face like that? Yeah. AJ hasn't got a chance.

Sharky slowly sat beside AJ. No words exchanged. They just sat there in silence for a few minutes.

“Do you ever feel like- there's so much more that the world has to offer that you feel so inferior about it?” Sharky muttered at AJ, a whisper. AJ was looking at Sharky who was staring at the fire, poking it with a stick. AJ didn't say anything, he knows that when Sharky speaks like that, that means he just wants someone to talk to and to listen to him.

AJ positioned his head to look at the fire, his eyes still stayed at Sharky though.

“We could've been anything. A teacher, a cop, a criminal, a footballer or heck- an astronaut. Yet- we became content creators. YouTubers. We didn't know how we became this way, 5 million subscribers. That's wild, AJ. There's so much of the world to explore. I want to see everything. Do you feel the same way?”

AJ was baffled. What is going on in this man's head? Going all poetic.

AJ knew the right time to joke and the right time to not. So, AJ answered truthfully. “There's not much of the world to see, I think. All of this is going to pass and what's happening in the present, I'm satisfied.”

What's the point of having the whole world if he couldn't have his whole world? What's the point of everything- if he doesn't have Sharky?

“I want more. Of the world. I want to live my life to the fullest. Do you want to come with me? ” AJ looked up at Sharky. AJ's not dumb. Sharky's message got through and AJ's just- shocked. “See the world with me?” Sharky continued. “Feel all there is that the world has to offer?” and be my world too.

AJ's fingers, despite being so close to the fire, were cold and Sharky's hands found their way above AJ's. Their fingers are laced between each other, brown eyes with sparks of fire that can't seem to break contact.

At that moment, Sharky knew he wanted AJ more than anything in the world.

And AJ never wanted the world, he just wants Sharky.

AJ didn't reply with a “yes, I'll go with you” but instead, he whispered, as his eyes looked away from Sharky's and to the sky. “The moon- it's very beautiful today. ”

Sharky could only smile, an answer was given. And it's even better than he could've imagined. Sharky gripped AJ's hands a little bit harder, and his eyes never leaving AJ's face, Sharky whispered- not to AJ, but not for him either. He whispered, for the world to hear.

“Yeah, it's beautiful. I only started to notice.”

Sharky wasn't talking about the moon though.

~END~

[jacobseedisbabygirl]

So I know I reblogged this once before, but I came across it again and decided to write a thing based on it!I really hope this is ok!!!

Judgment Day

TW for Blood/unaliving someone/death/Trauma/manipulation

After all these years. They did nothing to help him.

It's not like Rook was abused, manipulated and forced into a bunker by Joseph Seed. They felt both the pain and anger in his heart. This was their fault. Their so-called friends that they wasted blood, sweat and tears on blame them.

And even Sharky refuses to even acknowledge their existence.

The pain he felt after finding that Ethan had been killed by the Captain, who loved him.

They could feel the anger they held down all these years finally start to rise. That's it. They were going to put an end to this once and for all. Even if it gets them killed. And God helps whoever gets in their way. Joseph was going to be reunited with his brothers and sister once more.

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Judge stood in front of Joseph with a large hunting knife. They had a death grip on the knife as they glared at Joseph.

"Judge. It's going to be ok. But I recommend that you do not disobey me." Joseph's voice was firm. Judge froze, their breathing quickened. They shook, allowing the self to cry.

They fell to their knees, shaking. Joseph walked slowly towards his judge, kneeling down. He took them into his arms, cradling their head to his chest. Judge grabbed the knife, shoving Joseph away before thrusting the large blade into Joseph's chest, just barely nicking his heart. Joseph was frozen, tears falling from his beautiful eyes. Judge scoffed, shoving Joseph to the dirt ground. They lifted their mask to show their aged face. They spat at Joseph, waiting for Joseph to die.

They stood up, standing over The Father's body. They turned to leave, leaving the knife's blade buried in Joseph's chest as a reminder to not fuck with them.

Joseph Seed was dead. They finally lost it.

He's dead.

Joseph Seed is dead.

He's dead.

He's gone.

New Eden was done. New Eden was done. Any trace of Eden's Gate would be destroyed by the rogue judge.

End of part one

ok i’m so sorry but i have another fcnd fic idea and it is GNAWING at me:

y’all know how salty i am about the deputy/judge situation. yes? yes. ok, so the deputy is abused and manipulated and brainwashed and over all screwed around with by joseph seed for SEVENTEEN. FUCKING. YEARS. never mind the stockholm syndrome they’ve got by the bucketful, let’s talk about if they had a last little bit of hope left inside them, even as they put on the mask and became the judge. let’s imagine the pain in their heart when after years of imagining their old friends busting down the bunker door to retrieve them that doesn’t happen. let’s think about the betrayal they must suffer when they are led out into the new world and their old friends are just. chillin. yeah theyve got work to do, a world to rebuild but this is ROOK. the one person who is so ride or die the gfh can sure as hell count on them to blast through the fucking wasteland to come get them if the roles were reversed. and they spend all that time with seed thinking ‘yeah it’s bad now but tomorrow they’ll come for me. or the next day. or the day after that…’ and it just. doesn’t happen. and they’re left to realize that the people they loved, the ones they counted on for the same rescue and safety that the dep had provided them countless times just…decided they weren’t worth the effort. and now? now they look at the judge like theyre something alien; something other. something wrong. the gfh tell the judge they aren’t welcome anymore; maybe in not so many words but rook has always been a person of action and they can pick up on that shit in a second. the message is clear; ‘you are not one of us,’ the gfh are telling the judge, ‘you are one of them.’

‘they left me to rot,’ dep thinks.

‘i was torn apart,’ dep thinks.

‘i am not who i was,’ dep thinks.

‘they say im one of joseph seed’s,’ dep thinks. ‘its like im the bad guy now.’ 

‘ok,’ dep thinks. ‘thats fine.’

‘they want a villain? i’ll give them one.’

so they bide their time and after all is said and done: the highwaymen are taken care of and joseph seed is spared by the captain? then new eden is suddenly in ruins once again. joseph seed is found with a knife in his heart. there is chaos.

and slowly, so very slowly the gfh realize something they really should have seen coming: their judgement day has arrived.

and rook? well, they’ve always been particularly good at raising hell.

tldr: the salt queen is back and i am here to deliver the only concept for a villain/misunderstood dep/judge that i will accept and also a new idea for a dlc for fcnd. in other words, ubisoft hmu i got dlc for your dlc.