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raffe156 · 2 years ago

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All Ghillied up and nowhere to go

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summery - Price teaches Tank how to blend in…

A/N- Just a little nsfw Drabble for an anon ask, also don’t worry Breakaway state part 5 is still in the works 😘

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism, Language, Age gap Price (38) Tank (26) Dom!Price, Brat!Tank, Sir kink, praise kink, unsafe sex, p in v, knife play and cock warming if you squint like really hard!

✨As always comments and feedback welcome ✨

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

Tags: @fanficandartgal @deadbranch @soapyghost @shuttlelauncher81 @a-littlebirdie @boomtowngirl @chb-7 @noxspellxbound @brewed-pangolin

Sorry if I missed anyone❤️

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“Why am I doing this again?” You rested your cheek on the butt of your rifle.

“For god sake….I’ve told you…you need to “blend” in better! You shift about too much!” Price was losing his patience with you now.

“….blend in better? I’m dressed in tall fucking grass and weeds…in tall fucking grass and weeds how much more do I need to blend in?!” You dropped your head resting your forehead on the cold ground. The wind whistled around you. You didn’t even know where Price was but the clarity of the comms meant he was close by. The training field was silent apart from the wind.

“We’ve been out here for ages now..the suns setting..I think I’m pretty undetectable, send Soap out to try an spot me…” your voice was mocking.

“How about I send Ghost out?”

“……”

“I’ll take that as a no then kid? Start crawling back to me” his voice gravelly over the comms

“…I don’t even know where you are…are we done, I feel like we are done? can’t I just stand up?” You lifted your head, pushing yourself up but just as your shoulder came level with the grass you felt a sharp shot hit it. It didn’t hurt but you felt it. You looked down at the little blue ball.

“Did you just shoot me?…with a BB gun?” You rolled the little ball between your finger an thumb. You turned your face towards the direction it had come from.

“Yeh…a warning shot because if I was the enemy that would of been a real bullet also I would of shot you in the head….get back down” you could hear the annoyance in his voice.

“Fuck sake…taking the piss now” you muttered under your breath…he wasn’t that close to hear that surely.

“I’m taking the piss? Your the one pissing about Tank…get your fucking arse out of the air and get your body down to the ground or I will shoot you again…” he sounded close now, an he would shoot you, but you never did know when to stop.

“Thought you liked my arse in the air sir? Said it’s one of your favourite sights…” you smirked.

“….you being funny sergeant? Because I will wipe that smirk off your face…” his voice was louder now, he was close.

“I’d like to see you try sir…” you were baiting him now.Silence. You scanned your surroundings he should be north west of you, unless…you heard a shift behind you,but before you could turn over you were dragged back by you ankle.

“I did warn you…” Price growled in your ear. He had pulled you right back to him. He was practically on top of you.

“Your all talk…John” you didn’t turn your head to look at him, suddenly you could feel him unclipping the straps to the lower half of your ghillie suit.

“What are you doing? Does the fresh air an grease paint do it for you?” You laughed, but your head was pushed down low to the ground your cheek in the dirt once again.

“Ah fuck…” it took you by surprise, but rough Price only made the odd appearance, you must of really wound him up. You heard the soft ching of a knife being unsheathed and your eyes flashed panic, had you wound him up that much?

“John…what are you doing?” You tried to turn your head towards him.

“Stay still….very still” He growled in your ear again, as he used his knife to cut the seam of your pants, his intentions made clear you relaxed your body as you felt him finish the job with his hand.

“You’re not wearing any knickers? Can’t say I’m surprised…” He licked his thumb and pressed it to your folds, it easily slipped inside, causing a slight moan from you.

“Well that wasn’t difficult was it? I think the fresh air an grease paint does it for you aswell kid…or is it the thought of your Captain fucking you in a field?” He peered over your face just enough for you to see his eyes, the dark camouflage paint making them stand out.

“Abit of both sir…” you could feel his thumb thrusting into you slowly, you were leaking all over his hand. Your head was getting fuzzy, you could no longer hear the wind or the birds, just the wet sounds of his thumb inside you and the sound of your heart beat as it drummed into the ground. You felt Price shift and remove his thumb. You let out a groan, you hoped he wasn’t just teasing you, you wouldn’t make it back to base.

“You ready to put your training to the test Tank?” he removed his hand from your head to pull his zipper down. You could feel the head of his cock at your entrance. You didn’t need to be told to lift your hips up, it made him chuckle.

“Good girl” Price huffed as he slid inside, your walls adjusting around him. He placed himself right ontop of you, the weight of him pushing you down fully flat. His cock buried deep inside. He completely covered you his head right next to yours. You expected him to start thrusting but no he lay completely still, his cock pulsing inside you. Before you could question him, he snaked his arm under yours to position your face upwards to look through the tall grass, you mouth fell open as soon as you clocked what he was showing you…Ghost an 4 rookies were 300feet away from you.

“Told you I’d send Ghost out…now let’s see if you can blend in an not get caught eh?” As he spoke he began thrusting, strong, fast thrusts at first, it made the coils in your stomach tighten with each one he was dragging at your walls. It made your eyes roll back, you had to slap your hand over your mouth if Ghost didn’t see you first he would of heard you.

“Who’s getting closer? You or Ghost?” Price whispered in your ear. It caused a shiver up your spine an made your walls contract around him. He slowed his thrusts right down almost painfully slow…two of the rookies were a few feet away, Ghost had gone east with the other two.

“Keep yah head still, it’s gone be close” he whispered lowering both his head and yours as the rookies walked right past you. The suspense was agonising, but your walls were still fluttering around Prices cock which only seem to get harder. When you were sure it was clear you moved your hips under him, desperate for any form of friction or movement, Price gave in his thrusts rampant an deep, you moans came out strangled and restrained but your orgasm was bliss as you panted for Price to cum inside you, he grit his teeth burying his head into your shoulder as he filled you to the brim.

“Ahhh ahh fuck…have they gone back to base?” You turned your head to look.

“Not all of em Ghost is still in range…wouldn’t surprise me if he’s spotted us…” Price grumbled.

He was right the 4 rookies had wandered far away, but Ghost hung back his body turned to your location…surely he hadn’t spotted you…

“You two done fucking around out here?”

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starrywooyo · 1 year ago

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treasure: four

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader (hongjoong / wooyoung focus towards end)

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] alcohol, drunk!teez, implied bullying (not actually) swearing, mentions of blood, mc is too nice for her own good, guns, knifes, jealous wooyo.

notes: finally a new chapter!! whoop whoop!!!

word count: 4.4k

tag list: @toxic-babexe , @sunnyhokyu

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“so, you can fight. you know how to use a sword. So I'll cut to the chase. I was talking to my crew and given your situation with your family, and the fact I lost some of my crew today, I'm still against the idea of having a woman on board but my crew seems to like you. so, I'd like you to join us. and Second, I wanna thank you for saving my life. I could've been heavily injured or dead if it wasn't for you. don't get me wrong though, just cause I'm thanking you and asking ye to join my crew doesn't mean i like you nor trust you.” he stands making his way to the door, opening it and just before he leaves, he turns to you again.

“you've got till we dock to give me your answer, what'll you do? join the illusion or you can get off my ship the next time we dock” he says still cold before leaving out the door to let you ponder your decision.

what will you do...?

Join his crew?

join him after how rude he's been to you? after all his insults... and all his sexist comments about women and ships...

you couldn't deny the fact these thoughts made you not want to join his crew.

you just don't get him. How could he be so rude, cold, practically despising your presence one second and the next he saved you and helped you through a panic attack...

Does he have a split personality or something...

Despite these thoughts of the cold captain, the positives about joining the crew outweigh his bad points.

joining his crew could mean you can figure out how to get home!!... if you can get home that is.. and besides, you quite like the rest of his crew. they're nice and some are sweet. you can't just get up and leave them.

so, you make your way out of your room and up the stairs onto the main deck, there were still traces of blood from the fight

you really wonder what happened and why those people attacked...

“Y/n~~” you heard your name being called, turning your head towards the voice.

oh? It's Yunho...?

looking at him you notice that he too has a few injuries of his own, he has a few cuts on his face and arms and it looks like he's got a bit of a busted lip...

“Oh Yunho... hi”

He makes his way down the rigging and walks towards you.

“so…” he begins. ”i uh overheard the captain saying he wants you to join us to seonghwa earlier,” he said.

you slightly nod gazing out towards the water.

Yunho tilts his head in your direction.

“are you going to?” he asked

he raises his hands in defence

“I mean I'm not forcing you or anything but I think you should. We enjoy your company on the ship. and you're nice to be around, and… you might not know it yet but everyone in this ship is here because of a reason. So just think about it, okay?” he said and pats your shoulder. walking away to go elsewhere.

you stand and watch the waves a bit more, the sound of them crashing against the ship calming.

sighing you push yourself away from the side of the ship. and make my way inside.

...

standing In Front of the door your palms began to sweat and slightly shake as you raise your fist to knock on the door

you knock, its quiet for a minute before someone sighs

“Come in” a voice calls out.

opening the door you enter and the door swings shut behind you as if sealing your fate.

there he sits. map rolled out in front of him on the desk of a dark coloured bottle sitting on the corner.

he shakes his hand angrily through his red hair

“What” he spat out coldly. his eyes burning holes into me

you clasp yor hands together in hopes to get them to stop shaking.

“i- i have my answer” you voice hoping it was loud enough for him to hear.

he sighs out and rests his chin on his hand.

“And what is it?” he asked.

“I'd like to join,” you say more confidently.

He stands placing his hands on the table.

“Alright then. you may leave now” he said, still cold as he started to look over the map again.

“yes sir” you quietly said and turned for the door.

“Stop” you heard him call out. you turn to face him. He makes his way to the front of the desk.

“If you're gonna be a part of my crew you best learn to address me properly” he spoke.

you just stand. blinking at him.

“Seriously” he sighs out and crosses his arms over his chest.

“It's the captain. c a p t a i n. captainnnn.” He said drawing out the last captain.

oh.

“ah, yes c-captain sorry” you apologised

“good. don't apologise, just do it and get out and leave me be now” he spoke cold and proceeded to push you out the door.

you stand and turn back to face the now closed door that you were just shoved out. eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly parted.

asshole.

...

“Land hoooo!”

and there indeed was the island, it didn't take long to sail towards it nor dock the ship. and Soon all of you were on deck. the captain giving out orders of who's to fetch what while on the island, you on the other hand didn't have a role.

you were to simply fetch yourself some clothes for you to wear. if you were a part of the crew then you'd need your own instead of borrowing. and the person who was tasked to go with you was seonghwa.

so here you were walking with seonghwa as you looked at and bought various shirts, pants and even a skirt for some reason. Now you were just browsing the vast amounts of stalls.

you walked past a stall showing different styles of corsets, now you weren't gonna lie a few did catch your eye but you couldn't possibly wear one of those besides how would you breathe?

“See something you like?”

you jumped and turned to the voice

seonghwa..

“yeah but I was just looking. I couldn't possibly get one” you told him.

he tilts his head

“Why not?” he gestures to the countless women around you both, every one of them wearing a corset of some type. “they're all wearing one,” he said.

you laugh and shake your head.

“I just wouldn't feel comfortable wearing one,” you said. a half lie. you wanted one that's true but at the same time you thought you wouldn't feel comfortable with the constriction of your lungs while trying to breathe wearing one.

he nods to your explanation

“Okay” he said. then you both start walking away from the stall

“Seonghwa~~~!!! Y/n~~~!!!” you and seonghwa stop at the sound of your names being called and you turn to where you heard them being called.

and there was wooyoung running towards you both, San and Yunho promptly running along after him.

Once he reaches you both. He flings his arms around both your necks pulling you both close to him.

“Hey you two!! Having fun? did you get some clothes for yerself y/n?” he asked, wide eyed looking at you.

Seonghwa shakes his arm off as San and Yunho catch up

“What’d you thinks in the bags woo?” he says to him waving the paper bag in his face.

“Okay, okay. Let's not argue. let's say we drop these bags back at the ship and~~” Yunho says pull you from wooyoung's grasp by your hands. pulling you close to him and wrapping his arm around your shoulder

“we all go get a drink at the tavern huh” he finishes looking between you all. biting his lip slightly.

no one answers. seonghwa seems to be thinking about yunho's suggestion while wooyoung's eyes linger on yunho's arm that's around you.

just as you're about to open your mouth San pipes in.

“sounds like a great idea! besides, we could all use a drink couldn't we?” he said.

everyone ends up agreeing and you all head back to the ship to drop off the bags and the things Yunho, wooyoung and san had bought. telling the others on the way about your plan to go to the tavern.

though you all forgot to do one very important thing...

...

Now here you all are sitting around a table in the bustling tavern, music slightly playing unheard over the countless men being loud and rowdy. you lightly sipping on our drink every so often. you didn't drink alcohol much.

while the others... well let's say they drank, and by drank you mean a lot.

you don't know how long you were there for, but the table slowly but surely started to fill up with empty pint cups. you were all sat listening to jongho tell a story. Most of the guys tried their best to listen but most were dazed and out of it. eyes hazed over. poor seonghwa looked as though his head would hit the table any minute.

jongho moving his arms ecstatically in his drunken state nearly hitting a poor guy walking past

“And there I was!! the criminal trapped right at the end, nearly had the sucker. THEN!! he socked me one and he would've gotten away but that's when i met the captain and-”

SLAM

jongho's story is interrupted by a heavily drunk wooyoung standing and slamming his hands on the table. He winces from the sting and staggers as he points his finger with his whole arm.

“I'll tell you something about the captain,” he says, his speech slurred from drunkenness. and goes on to tell his part.

you however being the only sober one notice something that everyone else doesn't in their drunken state of mind.

a familiar mop of red hair entering the tavern and scanning the place until his eye lands on you. you feel yourself sinking into yourself trying to hide and as he marches to your table you focus back on the group and current drunken story teller: wooyoung.

“now. don't get me wrong. I love our captain but.. he can be a real mean asshole sometimes. makes me wanna take my dagger and ram it up his a-” he pauses mid-sentence and is looking at you.

his eyebrows furrow

“what? what's with that face?” he asks his voice cracking at the start

and your eyes as well as the rest of the crews slightly shift to the furious red haired man standing behind him with his arms crossed

you forgot to tell the captain...

“what are you…” wooyoung begins and then follows your stare and everyone else's at the table and slowly oh so very slowly turns to face the captain

“Oh” he says.

the captain just stares at him, nose slightly flaring from anger.

wooyoung nervously smiles.

“hi hongjoong” he says

the captain or hongjoong raises his eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” he begins. His voice is laced with so much fury it makes you want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

He eyes all of you at the table.

“do.. do you all know how worried I've been!!?” he says, raising his voice as he slams his fist on the table as wooyoung did before only this time with more force as it tips over a few cups.

“I came out of my room to find my crew. My crew. gone. no one seemed to bother telling me. Hell you didn't even leave a note. I thought anything could've happened to you all. anything. I.. I thought you'd all been fucking captured or something!!” he yelled gaining the attention of other tavern goers. and the tavern goes slightly silent

hongjoong laughs out in anger

“but no.. you're all here..” he says a bit quieter looking at the table now. the others looking down in shame but you. you saw something on the captain's face..

“drinking.. laughing.. and making fun” he added.

sadness

That was what was on his face.

you could've sworn you heard him whisper out 'of me' at the end of his sentence.

He lets out a bit of a laugh

“Whatever” he said biting his lip and wiped his face,

“Just hurry and get back to the ship. It's late. and we start planning our journey to find the Cromer tomorrow” and he made his way to the tavern door before shouting

“What are you all looking at! mind your own damn business!!” and then he was out the door.

...

After the outburst, most of the crew seemingly now sober after the scare from Hongjoong. Everyone was trying to tidy the bar table. but you. you had questions so you pestered seonghwa for the answers which he gave most likely because though looking sober he was still pretty drunk.

you wanted to know about this Cromer thing the captain mentioned and all seonghwa said was it was the treasure they needed to find before it got into the wrong hands.

wrong hands. who could possibly be after this thing and if it's in the wrong hands then why are these people bad...?

but there it was. the beginning and plan of your first adventure...

you quickly leave the tavern, slightly shivering from the cool of the wind and make your way back to the ship.

only you don't get to the ship, you see hongjoong sitting on the beach watching the waves.

he sits, knees tucked up. his jacket discarded on the sand and his shirt's sleeves rolled up slightly.

carefully you tread your way towards him and settle on the sand beside him.

you stare at him. He makes no move to look at you and keeps his stare on the waves peacefully crashing in.

it's quiet for some time, nothing being spoken between the two of you. until it wasn't.

“What” falls past his lips ever as cold as always.

you suck in a breath about to answer him, but he speaks again.

“Why are you still sitting with me?” he says.

you're confused.

“after everything they were saying at the tavern.. I'm sure you agree with them” he says with a sniff.

he's... crying!!?

you softly smile to yourself.

“I think you've misunderstood, captain” you begin.

he side-glances at you confused.

“Your crew weren't bad mouthing you at all! they really care about you. In fact, they were telling me about how you saved them. how you saved each one of them and they're really grateful for you…” you finish

This only made the man cry more.

“hey hey” you say in a soothing tone and take his hands in yours and try to look at his face.

you gasp.

“y-you're bleeding!” you say. as you watch the blood seep out from underneath his eyepatch.

removing one of his hands from your hold he touches his face, and sure enough there's blood

he laughs slightly

“Oh. This just happens sometimes. it's nothing to worry about.” he tells you

nothing to worry about!!?

you stand and pull him to his feet

“What are you-” he begins but is cut off from you, starting to walk back to the ship and pull him into san's medic study.

you sit him down and search for some things. and once you find the things you turn back to him only to find more tears rolling down his cheeks.

“why” he says.

“Why are you being so nice to me when I've been a complete asshole to you…”

“well you are an asshole but I think you're more broken and kind than you let on captain” you explain to him as you wipe the slowly drying blood from his face

“hongjoong” he says.

you look at him.

“hmm”

“hongjoong. call me that” he says

you slowly nod.

“okay. well hongjoong. Does it need to be cleaned under your eyepatch?” you say as you reach for it. he grabs your wrist.

“it's okay i can do it.. thanks y/n.. y-you can go.” he says.

you stand and put a hand gently on his shoulder

“Are you sure?”

he just nods ever so slightly.

and with no other option if he's not comfortable, you leave the room.

...

A few days had passed since the moment you had with hongjoong on the beach and in Sans study and it was sort of safe to say he was slowly changing his way of acting towards you and now you were also back on the waves beginning the search for this treasure.

you were yet again leaning on the side of the ship watching the waves crashing on the wood, then a familiar mop of red hair pops in your peripheral vision.

turning to the side you see hongjoong also leaning on the side

he looks at you and smirks a little

“enjoying the view,” he asks.

you nod.

“yeah, i am it's so peaceful”

he smiles

“yeah it is. it's so freeing to me y'know?” he says, holding onto the side and leaning back as the wind blows through his hair.

he looks at you, only to find you looking back at him. His eyes looking conflicted in the next second.

“ah! yeah i was going to say. This voyage is most likely going to be dangerous. Now I know you can fight but you're missin a few points. I'd also like to train you up on using a gun and cutlass better if you're comfortable?” he says

your brows furrow

“you mean... you.. train me?” you ask to which he nods

“yeah.. if that's okay..” he adds

you agree

he claps his hands together once.

“Great training starts tomorrow, okay?” he said and began to walk towards seonghwa who was at the wheel.

so training with the captain. How fun. if only you knew.

not long after the captain left you, another crew member saunters over to you

wooyoung.

“so..” he begins

“training with the captain huh?” he asks

“y'must be dreading that. with the way he treats you” he added

wooyoung lets out a nervous laugh ”you could.. always train with me.. y'know?”

you smile.

“That's sweet of you Woo. Thank you. but…” you say as your gaze drifts from him to where the captain stands now at the wheel

“i'll have to get back to you on that one”

you miss the hurt that flashes on his face

“no, no. That's okay. I was just saying because of how rude he is to you but whatever” he says and walks away.

what. what just happened.

you stand still looking in the direction wooyoung left in. perplexed.

shaking the feelings away, you make your way to yeosang's study. knocking on the door and entered once you heard his quiet 'come in'

you find him at his desk looking at the large map

“hey” you say to which he says hi back. you watch as he makes markings and little notes which you assume is for hongjoong about this journey.

“so..” you begin. “where are we going anyway?” you ask him

He points to an island on the map.

“captain wants to go 'ere and thinks we'll find somethin useful there.. i disagree nothing but bandits there.” yeosang spoke his opinion.

“maybe he knows something.. maybe there is something there” you tell him.

yeosang looks at you and sighs

“perhaps but its awful dangerous”

dangerous.. so that's why he wants me trained up you thought

...

Wooyoung sits in his crow nest with yunho.

yunho looking with his spyglass actually doing the job of a lookout, while wooyoung... well his spyglass is long forgotten on the planks of the crows nest.

he sits with eyes fixated on you and the captain..

he watches as your cutlasses clang off each other and how hongjoong stops to adjust something about your stance or just giving pointers

he doesn't fail to take notice of hongjoong's smile on his face nor the one on yours.

he sits arms crossed, tongue poking his cheek as he lets out another sigh

yunho sighs too

“wooyoung. why not instead of sitting and sighing. you do your job?” he says as he chucks the spyglass at him.

wooyoung lets out a laugh

“technically I am Yun. I'm observing the crew” he says

yunho shakes his head and continues to look through his own spyglass out a the waters

Yunho's words fall short as wooyoung continues to glare daggers at the pair below on the deck.

...

“again!” hongjoong said as he took his position, you followed suit, sighing.

your whole body hurts. you've been doing this training for hours.. all day for the past 3 days. and let me tell you. hongjoong is not a lenient teacher. you definitely see why he's the captain.

your cutlasses clang against each other and yet again he disarms you.

“Y'know if this was a real battle you'd be dead” he says throwing his head back running his hand through his red hair. when doing so he catches a glimpse of something or rather someone.

he lets out a chuckle

“Oh wow. this is great” he mutters under his breath, a small smirk making its way onto his face.

you stand and pick up your cutlass, hongjoong smirks

“again”

the metal crashes against each other

The cutlass again slips from your hand and pain shoots through you as you land on your butt.

the captain laughs and his sword points at your throat

“dead.. again” he says

nope he's still an asshole

he holds out his hand for you to take it, you smack it away picking yourself up and your cutlass

“again” you say

hongjoong smirks again

“okay... determination i like it” he says and ready's himself

and the clanging of metal begins again

he's being cocky you thought, and it was then that you saw your chance

using your foot you slip it under his own making him fall on his own ass.

“YESS” you hear being shouted. your eyes immediately flicker about to see who it was. then your eyes go up to see yunho with his hand over wooyoung's mouth as he raises his hand in apology

you shake your head with a laugh and turn back to the captain who's still on the floor glaring up at wooyoung

you lean yourself on your sword and then extend your hand to the captain

“well now you're dead captain” you say teasingly

he takes you hand and lets out a “ha ha”

he was about to say something-

“captain! land ho!!” yunho shouts from the nest.

it was now that you took notice of your surroundings

There it was! an island with rainforest looking trees. very dense looking. you're brought out of observing by hongjoong explaining what was going to happen.

“alright crew. we'll camp on the beach for now and some of you will stay 'ere and guard the ship. I don't think we need to worry about the bandits right now as we're on the other side of the island and at first light we'll make our trek to find her” he says

and then the 9 of you plus a few extra pile into a few row boats after gathering some supplies and make the row towards the beach of the island.

after getting to shore you all set up camp. and got started making a stew

“y'know there's still a few hours of light left. how'd you feel about training with one of these?” hongjoong asked you holding a pistol “you don't have to. i'd just feel calmer if you knew how to at least get a shot with one”

you reluctantly agree to do more of this training.

so now here you were a little ways further down the beach with some empty glass bottles on some crates.

“you ever shot one of these?” he asks

you shake your head

“no.. we don't have guns back home or so to speak we're not allowed them” you say

“oh.. That's odd, nearly all towns and villages allow them here that I know of.. Right then.. well i'll show ye first then you can try okay?” he says and you nod.

and then hongjoong points the gun and bang! the glass shatters

you jump from the loud noise

he notices and places a hand briefly on your shoulder

“You okay?”

you nod and then he places the gun in your hand

“now you try” he says

and let's just say it's not going well. you've shot everywhere except the glass bottles. you've shot the sand, the crates, water even the tree just behind the crates

“y'know what” hongjoong says. ”I think I might have something that'll help you. i'll be back” he says as he makes his way back to the camp.

...

again wooyoung sits eyeing the both of you still huffing and puffing. only this time instead of it being yunho its poor jongho that's getting the sigh’s in his ear.

that is until jongho's had enough.

“Why don't you just go over there and help her hmm? instead of huffing over here? Yer giving me a headache” he asks him, ”Look the captain’s coming back here so you go help her instead of whining to everyone about the captain being the one to help her.” and with that jongho shoves the blonde in your direction down the beach.

“okay. i will just.. distract the captain for a bit will ya?” he says to jongho and then saunters his way down to you.

...

“Need some help?”

startled from the sudden voice you turn to face them

“oh wooyoung.. yes please hongjo- ah the captain just disappeared on me” you say.

he takes the gun from your hands and settles himself on the sand patting the space next to him

“i feel you can't use a gun properly unless you understand how it works” and then he began explaining the different parts of the weapon to you

by the time he finished explaining the sun was starting to set

“okay now show me how you shoot, so i can see what it is you're doing wrong” he says

so you take aim and again miss the glass.

he nods

“hmm i see, 'ere try this and take aim” he says and passes you a smaller pistol.

you take it and it feels much better in your small hands and then you aim for the bottles like he said

“you're also aiming too low.. try and aim just above the place you want to shoot” wooyoung spoke

he stands behind you almost flush. he gently touches your shoulders

“relax.. you're too tense you'll get hurt if you're too stiff”

breathing in and then out trying to calm yourself, your shoulders visibly relax.

“good” he says

his hands slide from your shoulders down your arm to your hands where he raises your aim

“okay.. hold it there” his hands glide back up your arm and fall to rest on your waist

“shoot” he orders

BANG

his hands on your waist steadied you from the recoil

the glass had shattered!!.

“better?” he whispered

you nod

“thank you” you turn to look at him his hands still on your waist

he was so close..

you saw how his eyes looked into yours, how he took in a shaky breath

“y/n I..” he whispered

you both were so close that your noses where almost touching, that you could almost ki-

a loud terrifying shriek comes from the forest.

wooyoung's quick to grab the pistol from you and aim it in the direction the noise came from

“w-what was that!?” you ask trying to steady your breathing

“the beast” hongjoong said eyes bore into you both.

a/n: hihi!! I don't normally do a/n's but I just wanna apologise for how long this chapter took to get published-

I'm very deeply sorry I've just been writing wips for other little au's, oneshots and series I wanna post for you all!! I also just had no motivation to write for the treasure series. I don't wanna get burned out. hence been writing some wips!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter though!! till next time!! <3

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mcx7demonbros · 2 years ago

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Shark Attack (Leviathan x GN!MC)

Ft. Leviathan x GN!MC

C/W. Shark attack; Reader being called “ugly”; Cursing.

N.B. I name some minor characters for easy writing.

No proofread

You should have stayed at home.

You didn’t want to join diving trip with Karen, Jason, and Max. However, Karen managed to convince you to join her and the others. You knew that Karen invited you not out of the goodness of her heart, but to have someone inferior with her so that she could feel she was above someone else. And who could be a more perfect target for her than you? Airhead, clumsy, very normal with a face clearly inferior to her. Initially, you didn’t want to suffer going on a trip with her and her two “servants”. But when she described the beauty of the ocean and the aquatic creatures, you lost it. Your boyfriend, the Grand Admiral of Hell Leviathan, has a deep connection with the ocean and creatures within it. Yet you never had the chance to look at any of them in real life, except in the case of Lotan. (Henry 2.0 doesn’t count because he’s a fishbowl-bound goldfish).

On the day of the trip, you four met a man named Constantine, whom Karen hired to guide the group. At first, the trip was pleasant and enjoyable. With Constantine’s guidance, you were able to put on a diving suit and gear. Then you got to look at various colored fishes at a beautiful coral reef. You were also able to take a lot of pictures of the fishes. The only annoying thing was probably Karen’s constant demand to have her face in every picture the others took.

However, everything changed when Karen heard Constantine talk about a more beautiful coral reef quite far from where you were. Karen demanded Constantine to take them there. He objected at first, saying that he heard that people saw big and dangerous sharks there. But when Karen offered more money, Constantine accepted and took the whole group there. You did voice your objection with Constantine, but Karen shouted at you, telling you to shut your ugly mouth.

Karen’s demand was the beginning of a disaster…and a tragedy. Your boat entered the shark area and encoutered an unusually big Great White Shark. It attacked your boat and overturned it after a few tries. You all fell into the water, it hunting territory. With your might and strength, all of you tried to swim away, to a large rock nearby.

You managed to reach the rock, and while trying to climb on it. You heard a woeful scream. You turned around and saw Constantine being devoured between the jaws of the shark, turning a whole area of sea water red with blood.

“What d-do we do now? That monster is going to e-eat us like it h-has done with the old guy.” Max couldn’t stop shaking in his voice.

“From what I have observed, the rock we are standing on will submerge under the water when high tide comes around sunset. We must do something and not waiting for death.” Jason reported to Karen.

Karen looked at the overturned boat afar and then at the large fin moving within the vicinity around the rock.

“Someone has to swim to the boat and get the phone or the signal gun.” Karen said.

“Who’s gonna do that?” Max asked before realizing whom Karen was hinting.

“MC.”

“What?” You didn’t hear the conversation as you were sitting, trying to comprehend what had happened. You would have died today had you been the last of the escape group, with the jaws of the beast wrapping around you and tear you apart with its sharp teeth, chewing you like some meat gum.

“MC, we need you to swim to the boat over-there and get us a phone or a signal gun so that we can ask for a rescue team.”

“I-I c-can’t do that. There’s literally a hungry shark out there. Do you want me dead?” You shouted at Karen, while her two lap dogs looked back at you with threatening eyes.

“C’mon, MC. High tide is coming and this rock will soon submerge under the water. We can’t just sit around and wait for death.”

Knowing that you couldn’t fight all three of them, you reluctantly agreed. Jason even patted your shoulder and told you not to worry, while you were swimming, they would flap on the water so it would attract the shark away from you.

After calming yourself down, you entered the dangerous water and swam towards the boat, while the others created flapping sound on the other side of the rock to lure the shark away from you.

You managed to reach the boat safely and dived down to find the things Karen asked for under the overturned boat. You found your D.D.D floating on the water. Thanks Father it could still working. You also grabbed the flare gun among the things in Constantine’s bag.

Time to return. I can’t wait too much time here.

You left the boat and swam back to the large rock, carrying with you the hopes of the group.

However, the shark soon realized that it was being deceived. It turned its attention on you and began to chase you down.

Seeing the shark swimming at you with high speed, you began to swim faster and harder. When you nearly reached the rock, the shark also open its mouth and…

Sea water turned red with your blood as the shark managed to bite your thigh. It then dragged you across water, far from the rock.

When Karen saw the scene, she thought you would be done for and intended to shout to you to throw your phone and signal gun to them, but then she had a better idea. Taking the chance, the three of them swam towards the boat, abandoning you. They managed to turn the boat back, climbed on it and left.

What they didn’t expect was that you managed to escape the shark’s jaws. You shot the signal gun at the shark’s eyes, blinding it as you escaped back to the rock.

When you saw Karen’s group leaving you behind, you couldn’t help but cursed them under your breath. “Go die and rot in hell.”

You turned back to look at your wound. It was quite deep and the bleeding was constant. You gritted your teeth and washed the wound with sea water.

“Argh. Fuck.” You couldn’t help but cursed again. You continued to bear the pain as you bandaged it with the clothes you tore.

After dealing with the wound, you dialed Levi on your D.D.D.

“I’m on my way.” Levi said with a murderous tone even though you hadn’t explained anything to him.

The moment the call was cut off, you noticed the pact mark on your injured leg began to shine with a dark orange light. Then you looked at it closely, you discovered that the shark had bitten you right on the mark, making it soaked with your blood. Levi must have felt it so he was already on his way when you called him.

A few minutes ago, at the House of Lamentation, Levi was playing his game like any other day. He was even swearing at his bad teammates in a team game. Such team games made the third born miss you. To him, you were the best teammate he could ask for.

MC, I miss you so much. What are you doing now?

Suddenly, he got a tingling sensation. And he could smell blood. A demon’s nature told him it was his master’s blood.

Someone or something is threatening MC.

After that realization, Levi’s console dropped to the ground. A dark orange aura wrapped around him as his growl turned into snake’s hiss. His pupils constricted until they became vertical like snake’s eyes. His skin disappeared to make room for hard purple snake scales. His fangs grew longer and became as good as sharp swords. But the thing to watch out for was the poison & acidic liquid oozing out of the fangs.

Return to you, the sky suddenly darkened even though it wasn’t sunset yet. The pact connects a demon with their master. So you could feel Levi was nearby. You look at the sea and you just wanted to shout “OMG, there’s a big shadow under the water.”

Even the Great White Shark knew the danger and turned around to escape. But it was too late as Levi summoned a water blade. The blade traveled in water with sound speed and cut the shark in half.

“MC” the giant sea serpent emerged its head out of the water and turned to you. “You are badly wounded.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go back.”

“No, I still have something I want do do.”

Meanwhile, Karen and her two lap dogs were struggling to find direction to return to shore. However, they were completely lost as the compass was left at the treacherous water. Jason and Max were so pissed off that they began to argue and shout at each other. If Karen didn’t stop them, they would have fought each other.

Suddenly, something smashed into the boat, made it shake.

“What was that?” Karen asked as Max looked at the ocean before shouting. “SHARKS! L-LOTS OF THEM!”

Karen and Jason also looked at the ocean and panic soon filled their faces. Sharks, sharks were everywhere in the vast sea they were.

“Look, what’s that?” Jason pointed as the huge shadow under the water, in the centre of the shiver of hundreds of sharks.

The shadow soon emerged from the water, revealing a gigantic purple snake-like creature with two large corals as its horns. And there was something…someone sitting in the middle of the two horns.

“M-MC! I thought you w-were-were” Karen shouted, realizing it was you.

“Dead.” You finished the sentence for the girl. “Yeah, consider me dead but now I have returned from Hell, along with a part of its Navy under my command, to take you disgusting horrible sinners to Hell.”

“W-wait, let’s talk.”

But you didn’t want to hear another word from their mouths. Leviathan opened his mouth, spatting the acidic liquid at the boat. The boat melted into sea foam before turning into nothingness and the trio fell into the water.

“They’re yours.” Levi coldly said to his shark underlings.

The sea water was soon dyed red with blood, and the sound of waves were replaced by Karen and her lap dogs’ miserable screams. Soon the only thing left was a large pool of blood, but even it would dissipate in the vast ocean.

Nothing was left of this trip. No witness, no evidence, the only things remaining of the horrible trip were the photos of fishes and aquatic creatures you took. You took out your D.D.D and deleted all of them. You just wanted to forget this horrible memory.

“MC, I will take you to another ocean trip, to make wonderful memories, if you want.”

“Thank you, Levi. But I already had enough sea and ocean for today.”

“Including me?” Levi’s vertical orange pupils constricted further more, sadness in his eyes.

“No, not you, Levi. I’ll never be tired of you. Mmm, let’s go home.”

“Ok.”

With that, you and Levi, together with the Shark Squad of Hell’s Navy, disappeared from sight. A few days later, rescue teams were sent out to look for your companions, but to no avail. Nothing was found. Your companions’ disappearance became one of the most mysterious missing cases at sea.

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helpfandom · 9 months ago

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Chapter 3: Gay People Exist

TW: Kidnapping, Emotional manipulation. Mild homophobia mentioned but MC, Robotnik and Stone are not Homophobic.

I should mention that Stone and Robotnik are in a relationship, it isn't the main focus but it does help the plot.

Previously: You shot the man with the tranquilizer and ran, but you could hear him grab the dart out from his leg and drop it to the ground. The crunch of the ground beneath your feet was quickly doubled as the man ran behind you, quickly catching up as you didn't do much exercise.

All you saw in front of you was the bright vermillion eyes of a robot floating in front of you.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw that the robot had its guns out and aimed at you, ready to fire. Robotnik caught up to you, and stood behind you. Your eyes got lost in the bright glow staring you down, seemingly daring you to try something. It was hard to move or breathe, it seemed like everything had frozen in your sight, blood was rushing in your head, you couldn't hear anything anymore over the sound of your heart beating.

Robotnik grabbed your shoulder roughly and pulled the tranquilizer gun out of your hands without much resistance. He shoved you aside which caused you to fall to the ground. Your back hurt as that was the thing that you fell on, but you didn't pay attention to that. You paid attention to the robot, it still training it's weapons on you, even though you were the one in the most amount of danger.

"It was foolish of you to try that, but I suppose you couldn't have known that I was trained to withstand poisons such as this." Robotnik said to you, shaking his head at your futile attempt to escape his -and the governments- grasp. Stone was flabbergasted and still standing at the truck, which, now that you look at it, you didn't run that far.

How is it that he caught up to me this fast? I was prepared to run and I shot him, no matter what that must have been at least some form of a measure to slow him down.

Right?

You shook your head mentally, now was not the time to be distracted from the threat. You zoned back in in time to hear Robotnik say: "Your 'father' left you." He turned to you, and popped a squat next to you. "He left you behind in a house alone with a government agent." He moved closer to look at you, peering owlishly into your eyes. "So why do you care?"

Um, excuse me what.

"What?" He put his hand to his head, "Why. Do. You. Care. About. Him." "T-tom?" You questioned. He sighed deeply, but not in concern, but in annoyance. He started to speak a little patronizing, "Yes, Tom." You opened you mouth and closed it again a couple of times to try to explain why you care, but couldn't find the words to tell Robotnik.

"Precisely. But at least you didn't say anything about Family." He stood up and then picked you up and off the ground. "B-but I was going to say something about family." He still was holding you, but was holding onto your shoulder. "However, you didn't. Family is a stupid ideal made up early in history when they were trying to make a baby boom happen. Emotional attachments to people are foolish. They can be used against you or hurt you when you get close to them."

You both started walking, the egg robot trailing behind you and Robotnik silently. Stone broke out of his stupor and ran to the doctor when Robotnik got close enough to the truck. "Are you okay Doctor?" Stone turned to you momentarily and gave you somewhat of a dirty look before turning back to the doctor and fussing over him. "Stone. This is unprofessional behavior to show while on the clock."

You were pretty sure he meant 'to show in front of other people', which made you wonder what they did while they were off the clock. Stone backed off after what the doctor said, and apologized profusely to the doctor. "I'm sorry to show such behavior, please forgive me." Robotnik waved him off, and handed you to Stone who shoved you into the truck.

"Why would you try to leave? It's futile." You stared at him for a while. Um, excuse me, what? Oh, he must have meant cause they're the government and everything. "I- I understand now, But I was scared and-" He pointed at you, "No excuses." Is it just me or is he meaner? You swallowed your spit, "Okay sir." He nodded, "Good, now take a spot next to Robo- Doctor."

You looked around and saw what seat Stone was referring to, it was in between Robotnik who was in the drivers seat, and an empty seat, which you assumed was Stone's. You sat down in the middle and put on your seatbelt. Stone took the place next to yours, and nodded to Robotnik.

You looked back in forth between the two and mentally shrugged. Wonder what the nod was about. Robotnik started the truck and started driving to a destination unknown to you. The road was bumpy, but enough that you felt sleepy. Your eyes started to close. You tried to fight the urge to sleep, this is a dangerous place, I cannot sleep, but your eyes burned and felt good when you closed them.

Robotnik looked at you momentarily. He took note of how you fell asleep around them. Humans fall asleep around people they feel safe with, Like animals do. Y/N must feel safe around us, How stupid. We could kill them or harm them. Or... He shook off those thoughts and decided to focus on the road ahead, they were close to the baseball field that was their base.

When they arrived -approximately five minutes after you fell asleep-, Robotnik stepped out to see Sergeant Nobody Cares -Robotnik legally changed his name- standing outside waiting along with his crew. "Sergeant Nobody Cares." Nobody pursed his lips but kept quiet. "There is a adolescent in the truck, put them in a bed and leave them in the truck." Robotnik moved to his truck, expecting Nobody to move as soon as the order was done. Stone trailed silently behind Robotnik.

When the duo entered the truck that served as Robotnik's quarters and workshop, Stone went to the coffee machine that he was familiar with, and Robotnik went to his wall desk to observe the tranquilizer gun. How irresponsible for an adolescent to have this. He set it aside on his desk. Stone walked over to Robotnik and handed him a mug that had "World's smartest man" written on it. Robotnik smiled a little on the inside, Stone gave it to him for his birthday. "Here you go sweetie." Now, Robotnik smiled for real. He turned to Stone, still wearing a smile on his face, and replied "Thanks, Love."

Stone blushed a little, and started to get closer to Robotnik for a hug, but then Nobody and someone else walked in carrying you. You were passed out at this point, and didn't wake up when they set you down on a cot in front of the entrance. Robotnik waved them away. "Leave us." Nobody and the other person left silently. Robotnik turned to them, and walked over to you when they had left. He took note of how cute you looked, you looked innocent, but troubled.

The atmosphere was quiet except for your breathing. Stone walked over to Robotnik and you, "What are we going to do with them?" Stone gestured to you when he asked it. Robotnik turned to him, "We're going to watch over them, find out what we can from them."

Stone walked away and sat down in a Robotnik's desk chair which was nearby. Robotnik followed Stone, they were both a little exhausted, Robotnik because he had to spend the day near humans, and Stone because he had to help you heal from your breakdown earlier. Robotnik took Stone's hand in his, and took him up. Robotnik turned on his floating holograms and turned to his music. He scrolled through until he could find their song, Merry-Go-Round-Of-Life.

Robotnik led the dance, staring into Stone's eyes as the couple danced. The red lights glowed over them, flooding the truck with a vermillion light while they danced away the night.

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mademoiselle-xingyoi · 9 months ago

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Seduction Tactics?…

Secret Kiss with Knight : Otome

Mordred x Reader

Summary : Mordred comes to bother you in the castle for your affection again.

Word Count : 1,152 words

Type : 20% Fluff : 80% Suggestive

tw : set about the time of episode 12-ish, Reader/Mc crosses their arms like 3+times, fem reader, If you have no hair and/or have a shaved head, I’m sorry bc it will mention him brushing his hand through your hair 😭

Author’s Note : literally looked up the meaning of fondle because I didn’t want to use it wrong here. Spent part of a week or longer procrastinating this. I feel like I ended up making ‘reader’ really moody.

The midnight blue sky, with bright stars, shined moonlight down into the corridors of the castle. Which is where you were.

You were coming back from Arthur’s office, talking about the blueprint of your weapon—your gun.

Until you heard the familiar mewl of the same black cat that keeps coming around. Ignoring it at first, you kept walking—staying confident in your strides while making your way back to your chamber. The cat followed you and continued its noises.

“What? What do you want Mordred?”

You finally addressed him, turning to him with a scowl on your face. Crossing your arms, you waited for his response.

“What’s with the hostility? Thought we were close. You should also be more careful about how loud you speak. Someone could have heard.”

His tail swayed back and forth, his tone sounding more amused than annoyed. “What do you want?” You repeated, hoping to make it quick.

“Just you.”

His quick reply caught you off guard as his straightforwardness is…not often.

“…What?” Your shock had been very evident as he seemed to have made a sound similar to a chuckle before he leapt from the railing and made his way to the room you two have met together in before.

Following him, you stayed cautious. His intentions weren’t clear and the Eternal Night was getting closer. There’s no telling what he might have been trying.

Once you finally came to the door and stepped in, he came in behind you. Moments later, the click of the lock sounded. Turning around quickly, you saw that he stood in his regular form—no longer a cat—and had his hand on the doorknob.

“No one will disturb us now.” He said with a playful grin, stepping closer to the bed in the room. Staying where you were, you watched him sit on the edge of the bed.

“What are you trying Mordred?” Skepticism heavy in your tone, you crossed your arms again.

“Nothing. I have no information to give you for now. I just came here to see you once more before the Eternal Night when I conquer Camelot and claim you as mine.”

His confidence was nothing to scoff at. It wasn’t the first time he said something like this. He truly believed he would defeat Arthur and would take over Camelot.

“You wish.” This makes him look at you now. He stares at you for a moment before laughing maniacally. After a few moments, he calms down and only grins.

“We’ll see if you’ll still be saying that when it truly happens.”

“What did you even come here for Mordred? You’re wasting my time.”

His grin doesn’t falter as it becomes a smirk while he pats his thigh. “Come closer.” Hesitantly, you walk further into the room. Standing before him as you make no move to sit in his lap, he wraps his arm around your waist and makes said action for you.

Now sitting in his lap, his other hand comes to the back of your head, pulling you in to kiss him.

He smirks as your lips are connected, his hand now brushing through your hair. His other hand however, is trailing further downwards as he tries to put his palm on your thigh from under your dress. Though his actions are stopped as you grab his wrist, halting him from going any farther than just barely under the hem of your dress.

Pulling back slightly, he tries to start speaking—but you cut him off before he gets a word in. “You might’ve come here to do ‘it’ with me, but I didn’t. The only thing you’ll be getting right now, is just kissing and failed advances.”

Pausing for a moment, he stares up at you. “So I still get to make advances, but you won’t let me go through with them. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod, relaxing just a slight bit before he closes his eyes and smiles. “Well, it’s a bit disappointing that I can’t have that, but I shall make do with what you’re allowing.”

The next minute, he’s already brought you back in for more. Kissing passionately, heavily breathing as his hands move up and down your body. Every now and then, he’ll stop moving his hands—squeezing wherever he stopped them at, before he continues fondling you.

This continues for a while longer. And while you and Mordred were once sitting up, he eventually let you push him onto his back—just so he had more chances of grabbing you in other areas. Pulling away from him, you worked to get your breath back. Meanwhile he brushed a hand through your hair, smirking at you.

“Why don’t,” You pause, taking a breath to steady your voice. “Why don’t we go to my chambers? For the night?” You watch as he looks like he is contemplating it. There’s little doubt in your mind that he’s actually thinking it over, rather than just messing with you and pretending like he’ll say no.

“Well… I don’t know if I’m able…” His smirk gets bigger, clearly teasing you. Narrowing your eyes, you sigh. “Then. I guess you can go back home. Or you can cut the crap and stop messing around.” His eyes widen just the slightest bit, before he just smiles again.

“You’re so feisty. It makes you even more captivating.”

You groan exasperatedly. “Look, stop being stubborn! Just come with me to my room.” You tell him as you stand up off the bed, straightening your clothes. He follows your actions, standing up and smoothing over his clothes.

You walk out of the room, looking both ways down the hall to make sure no one would you see you. After there was no sign of anyone, you take a few steps down the hallway towards your room, checking behind you to make sure Mordred was following.

He stayed behind you in cat form, as to not be recognized. A few minutes later and you arrive in front of your door. Stepping inside, you laid down on your bed, savoring the moments of calm before the storm in the comfort of your sheets.

Sadly, said peaceful moments were cut short because Mordred, having already gone back to being human. He didn’t waste the opportunity to start kissing at your neck.

“Couldn’t have let me have some peace before you did that?” You ask, criticizing him for having no patience.

“Couldn’t wait~” You groan internally, knowing this will be a long night with him.

All through the night, you continued what you did in the other room. Making out and fondling one another, up until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You felt happy, despite Mordred having some, many, screws loose. You slept happily, enjoying the warmth of being in his embrace.

But that happiness died when you awoke. Finding nothing but the coldness of your empty sheets.

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burplewrites · 1 year ago

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Hey there,

You know in OLB&A when MC and Cove go to the big park to see the fireworks, I think Derek was also there with his family. Could you write a story of them meeting then. Then perhaps reuniting later. They don't remember eachother right away, they're reminiscing on summers past (like in the lemonade moment) and be like oh hey that was you?

That would be awesome! No worries if you can't though.

reminiscing | derek rio suárez & cove james holden

𓆉 | fandom: our life: beginnings & always

𓆉 | characters: derek suarez, cove holden, reader

𓆉 | word count: 1,434 words 7,718 characters

𓆉 | a/n: AGDHDHSH MY FIRST REQUEST MWAHMWAHMWAH THANK YOU!! (sorry it took me so long to write this!! school was actually wounding me)

five years ago

as y/n and cove's families arrived at the big park, y/n's eyes filled with joy. this park was much bigger than the small playground back in their neighbourhood. there was so much to see, so much grass to run around in, and an extra bonus, more kids to play with.

since there was a community get-together, even more people were there, some regulars that y/n always saw when their moms would bring them, and some new faces. y/n wanted to meet them all.

y/n locked hands with cove as they bounced in place, matching the excitement of their older sister lizzie. cove looked... nervous to say the least but cracked a smile at y/n's excitement.

after everyone got drinks, and quenched their thirst, the kids were sent off to play in the sea of green. lizzie led the way, of course, having cove follow her with a frown and y/n skip along happily. lizzie introduced herself, y/n and cove, already making friends with the new people at the park.

lizzie, y/n and cove were introduced to hayden, lisa, and some other kids. as they were deciding what to play, a girl with braids raced over, a wild look in her eyes. she sprayed water all over them, hitting lizzie the most.

y/n brushed the water from their ear and neck, giggling at how absurd the situation was, but also how their sister got soaked. cove looked at y/n with an unamused face before sighing and shaking his head, which made y/n chuckle even more.

soon, with the help of lisa, hayden and some other kids who had been victims of the water gun girl, they started to chase her around the park.

a boy with brown spikey hair and green eyes appeared beside y/n and cove with a huge toothy smile.

"what are you doing?" the boy said, keeping up with the pace that y/n and cove were running with. y/n wouldn't be surprised if the boy could run even faster, like a cheetah.

"running," cove said, his focus now directed back to the girl. they were getting closer to her, but she was very fast and wouldn't allow herself to be cornered.

"it's a very long story-" y/n said with a sigh before continuing. "that girl with the braids sprayed water at us, and now we're trying to stop her!"

the boy gasped before talking. "can i help you guys catch her?"

cove and y/n looked at each other before nodding at the boy. the boy quickly caught up to the girl, and then ran in front of her, blocking her path to escape. a swarm of children all swarmed around the girl, and y/n pounced on her, tackling her to the ground.

with no hard feelings, and smiles all around, the chase turned into a game of tag, which kept them entertained. the atmosphere was more playful, filled with laughs and joy.

serveal rounds later, after the sun started going down and everyone had been 'it' at least once, kids started going back with their families.

cove was hanging around y/n, standing behind them, but smiling at the brown-haired boy in front of them. they had only known each other for a few hours but all three of them felt closer, like they were already good friends.

"so! we've been playing this whole time but i didn't even get to know your name!" y/n said, brushing the dirt off their clothes.

"i'm derek!"

"i'm y/n and this is cove! we should hang out some more, after we go eat and stuff!"

cove nodded with a smile, and derek laughed softly, smiling back at the duo.

"sure, i'll see you guys later!"

present day

I still think colander isn't a real word derek." y/n sighed as they brought out the sugar for the lemonade.

"y/n… it is a real word, I wouldn't lie to you, you know that!" derek explains, laughing a little. cove rolled his eyes at his two best friends, before fiddling with his bandage a little.

"you know, we're like really good friends." cove starts with a smile, making y/n look at him weirdly, and derek smile in return.

"obviously! like, it's us cove. the amazing trio, the three musketeers, the three amigos, yknow, whatever amazing trio that's famous." y/n replied smugly, watching the faces of the two boys in front of them turn into frowns.

the boys looked at each other and sighed as they continued cleaning up and just dismissed y/n's words with a smirk.

"as i was saying, before i got interrupted~" cove said, looking at y/n with a smile, before continuing. "its weird that we never met before this, like i know that you live in a different city derek, but you aren't that far from us, we could have met before."

y/n and derek looked at cove with blank stares before y/n started nodding.

"cove's actually right for once!"

"hey-"

"we probably already have met, and our amazing connection just brought us back together!"

"it was mr. holden and my dad's business actually-"

"hush! it was our connection i tell you, connection! we probably met at the park near your house derek, the one i helped babysit your siblings at."

derek looked to the side like he was in deep thought. y/n was mostly joking about the fact that they knew each other in the past, and even the obvilious cove had started to pick up on it, but for derek to be taking it so seriously threw y/n off.

"derek, you know y/n is just teasing… right?" cove said with a smile, looking at both of his friends. y/n left the sugar and came towards where derek and cove were on the other side of the counter.

"yea but they might be right, cause now that i really think about it… i think we actually did meet before."

cove and y/n looked at each other, both faces covered in disbelief before cove spoke up.

"where- or i mean how do you know? but also where..?"

"did you guys ever go to this community get-together in my city, at the big park, about five-ish years ago..?"

y/n nodded repeatedly, with a huge smile, like they were being transported back to that simple time.

"yea. it was the summer cove moved into this neighbourhood, that grumpy little kid."

"you act like i'm 4 years old." cove pouted, making derek rub his back to comfort him. y/n stifled a laugh, stroking their chin like they were a wise old wizard.

"its cause you are much younger than me, my dear cove. anyways! we were at this get-together and this girl i forget her name-"

"she had brown hair, if im remembering correctly.."

"yea!" cove and y/n said at the same time, looking at each other with wide smiles.

cove, y/n and derek spent the rest of the time filling in the gaps of their first meeting, talking about what type of kebab they ate, and if they got the desert from that box and how they enjoyed the firework show.

"i.. i tried looking for you guys."

silence filled the room as the two stared at derek.

"..what?"

derek fiddled with his thumbs, a small blush tinting his cheeks. he looked hesitant, but he knew from experience that he had two people probably definitely staring at him with puppy dog eyes wanting to hear the rest of the story.

"i said, see you later, and i meant that. i remember after eating, i ran off again to look for you guys but i couldn't find you. it didnt help that it was darker, and people were setting up the fireworks display. i was so bummed that i couldn't find my new friends since i thought we formed a… connection… but i guess fate brought us back together!!"

y/n sniffled, then grabbed cove and derek, shocking both of the boys and wrapped them both in a big hug.

"i'm so glad we're friends. honest. even if it took us like 5 years to meet you again derek, we'll be best friends forever."

derek chuckled, and wrapped his short arms around cove and y/n as much as he could. cove did the same, glad he was in the awkward embrace of his two best friends.

" wait guys, not meaning to ruin this moment-"

"youre ruining it by saying that cove."

"y/n…" cove sighed with a smile, knowing that y/n lived to tease. "shouldn't we finish the lemonade?"

derek and y/n looked at each other, their eyes wide before letting go of the hug.

"oh shoot!"

#cove holden x reader #our life #our life beginnings & always #burplewrites #derek suarez #cove holden #bantering mc x cove #step 2 #I feel like people would think this mc is annoying but they aren’t they are so precious istg #fanfic christmas present lolz

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kindnessisweakness2 · 1 year ago

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Perfect Chaos - Part 9

“I should explain everything to you guys. I owe you that. Especially you Angel. I would hate you to think i was leading you on. I would never do that.” Riley sat around the fire pit as she spoke to them all. Angel, Lina, Coco and Ez all looked at her with worried expressions. She needed them to understand. She needed them to know why she was so worried for Angel’s safety. “I know things i shouldn’t know. Like club business. I know your all in the shit because you were running coke for Galindo and one of the shipments got stolen. I know Galindo thinks theres a rat at your table because it was BTT that jacked his shit. BTT are guns for hire basically, and Miguel thinks it was a Mayan that organised the hit. I know that by next Monday Miguel wants someone in his Pew to make up for the mistake.” Coco, Ez and Angel couldnt help but share glances of worry between them. “I know all about Ez and Emily’s old relationship, that its a sore spot for Galindo. That means Miguel already hates Ez and because your brothers he also dislikes Angel. I also know about the Rebels and the hate their pushing for the Cartel.” Coco placed his beer on the table and leaned his elbows on his knees. “You get all that from Jake?” Riley nodded. “Guess who the rat at your table is?” Riley sipped her drink and continued to fill everyone in. “He’s in Miguels pocket. Jake’s his ear in the Templo. Miguel wants rid of the MC and Ez dead. His wife clearly cant let go of her feelings and that burns Miguel. Jake set up the hit for Galindo’s shipment to start all this drama. Jake wants power and control. Just being patched doesnt give him that anymore.” Riley shook her head and sighed. "He knows I don't want to be with him anymore. I've tried to leave him before. That didn't go down well. He beat me so bad I couldn't get out of bed for days. Told everyone I was sick and he was taking care of me. Told me if I left him, he'd tell Miguel Coco was working with the rebels against him. He’d be dead and Lina would be devastated. I couldn't do that to any one. I don't want anyone hurt because of me.' Tears Welled in Riley’s eyes as Angel pulled her close. “This is why we have to be careful. I dont want him to come after you Angel.” Angel shook his head in disagreement. “I meant what i said. He’s not hurting you again.” Riley rolled her eyes at the stubborn man. “And i meant what i said. Im not letting any of you get hurt because of me." Lina leaned forward clearly frustrated. She couldn't stand Jake from the moment her friend started dating him. And she couldn't stand that he had used Riley's love for her and Coco to manipulate her. "Look how about we try and enjoy the next few days here. No Jake. No Stress. We will work out a plan before we head home." Everyone agreed, including Riley eventually.

An hour later and they had all moved indoors. The atmosphere was different though. Instead of depression and worry hanging heavy in the air, laughter now filled the indoor pool area they were all gathered in. Lina and Coco were all over each other in the pool, play fighting and making out. Ez was lay back on one of the pool chairs reading a book. And that left Angel and Riley down the furthest end of the pool. She would be lying if she said he didnt make her nervous. She was convinced that he could hear her heart beating ridiculously fast in her chest and she was trying to focus on keeping her breathing even. " Your beautiful." Angels soft voice made her snap from her thoughts. Beautiful? She was far from it. A ugly bruise spread on the one side of her face, her hair soaking wet and the oversized t-shirt she wore to swim in made her feel far from pretty. She smiled softly at him as her head turned to look at Lina who sat on Coco's shoulders, giggling as she covered his eyes with her hands. Now She was what you considered beautiful. Her tanned skin, long legs and wild curly hair had loads of guys falling at her feet. But she met her match in Coco and Riley was genuinely happy for them. Soft hands on her hips, again pulled her from her thoughts. "You don't see it. How amazing you are." Riley smiled at Angel, lifting her arms over his broad shoulders. "Thank you" she spoke softly, almost as if she spoke too loud he would disappear. Angels brows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at his girl. "For making me feel safe. For caring." Riley explained as she leaned into him fully. Angels heart lurched in his chest at her words. She really did feel like she was on her own. That no one cares. That she had to be strong. Angel gently leaned her against the side of the pool, her legs coming up to wrap around his hips. "I meant what I said Ry. I'll always keep you safe." Riley couldn't explain the emotions that Angel put through her. He really was incredible. Not being able to resist, she leaned forward and captured him in a deep kiss. Her hands cupping his face, his moving lower in the water to rest on her bum. The feel of his hands sliding underneath her shirt and up her back made Riley groan. Everywhere he touched made her skin tingle with excitement and warmth. She wanted him. She wanted him so bad, worse than she has ever wanted anyone before. None of this seemed real to her. That someone like Angel would want someone like her. He could have any body he wanted, but here he was kissing the life out of the girl nobody in their right mind would look twice at. "We should stop, it's not just us...." she spoke against his lips, inbetween kisses. " No one's paying attention baby." Angel trailed kisses down her neck, fingers hooking in the sides of her underware. "I could take you right here against the edge of the pool and not one of them idiots would notice." God, soaking wasn't the word. A gasp left her mouth as his hands moved lower. He filled her senses completely. She felt love drunk already, and it didn't make sense to her. How he could make her feel so much in such little time. Jake had never and could never make her feel this way. So wanted, so beautiful. "I have a better idea." She kissed the shell of his ear as she spoke quietly. Angel smiled as she drew him into another kiss before lifting herself out of the pool. Holding out her hand with a smile, she waited for Angel to get out or the pool before leading him towards the hallway. Lina locking eyes eith her as they passed a grin spreading on her face.

"Ooh go get it girl!! Make most of your alone time!! Don't do anything I wouldn't!!" Lina called out to them followed by lots of giggles. All Riley could think about was enjoying every moment with angel she could because as much as she hated to admit it, she knew there was trouble brewing and it was heading straight for her..

#mayans imagine #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fic #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 2 years ago

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Continuous adventures of the MC/Yuu variants #2

[Synopsis]: More shenanigans with the various types of MC/Yuu

[Valorant x TWST: Agent Deadeye, Agent Yami, and Agent S.Wift]

MC/Yuu Kiritani: What…

MC/Yuu Fabron: The…

[Points their guns at each other.]

MC/Yuu Kiritani: Why are you me? Who sent you?

MC/Yuu Fabron: Nobody. Why are you copying Riftwalker’s style? You seem…Tacky, as the word I’m implying.

MC/Yuu Kiritani: Excuse you! Why are you wearing clothes like that French bastard?

MC/Yuu Fabron: Don’t demean my brother like that.

MC/Yuu Kiritani: BROTHER?!

Miyeon: *Watching the two Valorant MC/Yuu variants fighting*

Deuce: Should we stop them?

Miyeon: Not yet. This is fun watching two different variants from the “same” universe.

[During towards the end of the Glorious Masquerade Event]

Agent!MC/Yuu: Now this is my kind of fight. *Summons their Tour de Force 2.0 out*

Deuce: Woah, wait! Don’t shoot-

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Shoots at Rollo*

Rollo: *Knocks over unconscious*

Deuce: MC/Yuu!

Agent!MC/Yuu: What? It’s not bullets this time. I came up with tranquilizing pellets. In forms of ammunition.

[Ramshackle]

MC/Yuu Han: You.

MC/Yuu Fabron: Merde.

MC/Yuu Han: I remember you from last time. You barely shot my ass. Luckily, you missed.

MC/Yuu Fabron: I never miss. You just run away like a little scared child.

MC/Yuu Han: *Scoffs* How old do you think I am?

MC/Yuu Fabron: Same age as me?

MC/Yuu Han: Really? You look like you’re in your mid-30s.

MC/Yuu Fabron: I beg your pardon. When we return to our respective worlds, I would be one to take you out.

MC/Yuu Han: *Scoffs* When you return to your world, tell your Jett it’s her fault for the Venice incident. Thanks to her, my sister is accused for something she never committed.

[Self-Aware AU x TWST: Gamer MC/Yuu/[Y/N]]

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: *Almost losing a round on Apex*

[lsr69no]: Haha! If you’re female, moan on the mic!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Why? You can’t hear your mama moan anymore? That’s gross!

[lsr69no]: Shut up!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Thought so! *Instant kill the other player* Sicko mode.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Fuckin’ creep.

[The First Year gang were watching the whole game on the phone stand.]

Ace: *Wheezing from laughter*

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Ace? You good?

Deuce: He was laughing when you were roasting the other player.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh, I thought he was dying. Wait, can you guys die?

Jack: I don’t think so. Unless you delete our coding.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: True, but I’m not that kind of genius.

Ortho: I can ask Nii-san.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …

The rest of the gang: …

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …Were you watching the whole time?

Ortho: I was!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Please don’t tell your brother from what I said and what the idiot commented during the game.

Ortho: Understand! I won’t break the promise.

[SCP-TWST-2020: Dr. MC/Yuu (SCP!MC/Yuu)]

[Dr. MC/Yuu’s Laboratory/Office]

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Experimenting with SCP-387*

Azul: Good morning, Dr. MC/Yuu.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Oh! You came just in time. I need you to participate in an experiment involving SCP-387.

Azul: Dr. MC/Yuu, I’m afraid I cannot be involved with your work as last time I was here, your Knotty Stalkers almost killed me.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Right, sorry. It confirms no matter what dimension you’re from, you still get affected by the Knotty Stalker.

Azul: *Shivers from the trauma* I cannot forget their beady eyes.

SCP!MC/Yuu: I promise this Safe Class object won’t kill you. It’s just Lego pieces that become sentient after pulling them out of the box and building some parts together with bare contact.

Azul: (c" ತ,_ತ) …

SCP!MC/Yuu: …Fine. I’ll sign a deal with you. A visit to SCP-267 but I’m monitoring since it’s dangerous by surprising items.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Uhh…Azul? Why did you construct the entire ocean in my lab?

Azul: *Just finished building a statue of the Sea Witch* …I enjoyed the experiment.

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Snaps an image of the whole ocean diorama for logging records* This is a success for today’s experiment. Let’s clean before something happens.

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digital-corruption · 2 years ago

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Unrecognisable Bonus Part: Jake

⚠️Trigger warning: Torture, violence, drugs, threat of rape, suicide. Just when you thought it couldn't get any more twisted.

This part is not essential to the story. If you are at all concerned about the above warnings, please do not read. This is a POV from an unstable mind.

Eighteen hours earlier

“Oh come on, Richy! Wake up already!” I sneered as I slapped him across the face with the back of my hand.

Little shit, wake up!

Richy grumbled as his eyes fluttered open. He lifted his head slightly and tried to focus on me with his one good eye.

“Ah, I didn’t hear you return,” Richy smiled cheekily. “You should have called to let me know you were coming.”

That fucking smile!

“Schau mich an!” I snapped.

Richy smirked, “What are we going to do tonight, Brain?”

What the fuck are you talking about? You dare mock me!?

I picked up the dry, wooden plank from next to me and the old rag I found earlier, then walk over to the burn barrel.

“The same thing we do every night, Pinky!” Richy said in a very annoying, cartoony voice. “Really? Nothing? Have you never seen Pinky and the Brain? Who is the uneducated swine now?”

Shut up! Don’t make me wipe that smug ass smile off your stupid face! I’m in fucking charge here!

“It is clear that if you can still make jokes, I still have a lot of work to do,” I tried to remain calm and collected as I wrapped the rag around the end of the plank.

Burn! Burn for every second I suffered! For the months of pain I had to endure! Burn! BURN!

Slowly I lowered the plank into the fire and watched as the rag caught fire with ease. I hesitated for a moment as the flame flickered. Everything from that night five years ago came flooding back to me. I could feel the searing pain on my back like it was yesterday. All over my scars started to hurt again. I regretted not taking another dose of pain killer before returning.

You weak little fuck! Get your shit together! Don’t fall apart now!

“Just kill me already,” Richy shook his head. “It’s what you want.”

Why would I fucking let you die? Dying is too easy and simple for the likes of you! You went around doing as you wished, making everyone around you suffer all because you felt a little sad. No, you need to suffer! Burn for everything you did!

Staying focused was getting harder. “I want you to suffer as you made me suffer!” I said as I walked behind Richy. “First you drowned me in infested water! Then you burnt me alive!”

Burn, burn, BURN!

My hand trembled as I lowered the plank down to Richy’s back. For a brief moment, I was at peace while Richy screamed. It was the same as it was the night before when I forced his head into the barrel of water. I felt bliss. Finally, there was actual justice for what happened to me.

My peace though was interrupted by the sound of something falling. As it was hard to see in front of me, I raised the torch and saw what looked to be a person standing in the shadows amongst the empty boxes.

Suffer no witnesses! Don’t let them escape!

I dropped the plank to the concrete floor and ran for the shadow. I didn’t have time to grab my gun, but the shadow was small. I could easily overtake it and strangle it with my hands. The person, whoever they were, was slower than me. I tackled them to the ground before they could reach the door with ease. The body was somehow familiar. I recognised its weight and frame within seconds.

MC!? What the fuck are you doing here!?

‘You shouldn’t be here!’

I knew it! I knew you drank it too quickly! So fucking gullible! Why did I allow myself to fall for that shit? I knew I should’ve double checked!

‘You can’t be here!’

There’s no going back now.

“Oh, MC, you shouldn’t be here,” I grinned.

Oh, naughty girl, how shall I punish you for misbehaving?

I grabbed MC by the roots of her hair and lifted her off the ground. So many thoughts flooded my head. So many perverse and twisted. How I longed to see her face pale with fear again, reminded that her life was entirely in my hands to do as I saw fit.

Maybe you’ve forgotten, your life belongs to me. I let you live!

“Jake! Let’s talk about this, ok?” she begged.

That’s it, beg.

“MC!?” Richy panicked behind me. “No… no! No! No! NO! Let her go, Jake! She has nothing to do with this! This is between you and me! You and me!”

Shut the fuck up! This is between me and her!

I grabbed MC’s arm and twisted it behind her back so she couldn’t wriggle out of my hold, then I dragged her to the side of Richy next to a column. I considered tying her to the column and let her have a front row seat to the show.

‘No! She wasn’t meant to be a part of this!’

“Jake, please, don’t do this!” she whined. “Come on, let’s see Dr. Cumming. You told me you trusted me to make that decision, right? It’s time, Jake. It’s time!”

“All you had to do, MC, was sleep and it would’ve all been over like it never happened,” I pushed her down to the ground. “Now sit there like the good girl I know you are.”

‘Don’t do it!’

She’ll get what’s coming to her!

‘Put her back to sleep! Maybe she won’t remember.’

Then I’d have to carry her back. Carrying an unconscious woman through the streets, that’s the easiest way to get noticed. No, I still have some scopolamine left!

‘No! Never on her!’

Yes, she walks on her own two feet and there’s a chance she’ll forget everything about tonight! It’s a win-win! She’ll wake up none the wiser!

‘No!’

None of this would’ve happened if she had been trained properly! She was allowed to have too much free will and look what happened!

‘She only did what she thought was best!’

Just shut up already, cry baby! Forget the shrink, she’s going to call the police! She knows too much!

‘No, she said-‘

Forget what she said! She’s lying!

I grabbed the jar of scopolamine off the tools trolley and in the corner of my eye, I saw MC get up to try to make a run for it.

You’ll have to try a lot harder than that to get away from me!

I grabbed MC’s arm and pulled her back to the column. I must’ve pulled harder than I expected as I heard the unmistakable sound of her head hitting the column. She yelped in the pain.

‘I’m sorry MC…’

Stop being weak! She can’t be trusted! She’ll put us both in danger!

I emptied the rest of the bottle’s contents into my hand and blew the powder into MC’s face. Her face twisted in shock and confusion, but that faded away as her mind separated from her body.

“Trust me, this hurts me more than it hurts you,” I said conflicted, looking into her empty eyes. “I never wanted to use it on you.”

So fucking weak!

‘No more! Let her be!’

“What the hell did you do to her!?” Richy screamed like a girl.

“The same drug I gave you when you stepped out of your apartment,” I explained. “Devil’s breath.”

“Please Jake, let her be,” Richy whined. “She doesn’t deserve any punishment, right? Just let her sleep and let her go when she wakes. Do what you want to me, but don’t hurt her!”

“Oh, she’s not asleep,’ I turned to Richy and smiled. “She just doesn’t have any say in what she does. And for the not deserving it part, well, that’s not exactly true either, is it? I mean it was only because of her that I went into the mines to get your sorry ass out of there! It was because of her that I became so weak and vulnerable! That I would do anything for her! I was at her fucking mercy! She manipulated me to save you! Then, she got over me so quickly, like my sacrifice didn’t matter…”

“No, no, Jake. She was going to go to the mines, remember? You stopped her!” Richy lied.

‘He’s right.’

No, he’s not! She manipulated me with her fucking mind games! Just like everyone else! She looked down on me!

“That was just her mind games with me,” I argued. “This high and mighty angel, getting a devil to do her dirty work so she wouldn’t put herself at risk.”

I’m so sick of hearing his voice! No more waiting! Hang on, I could tackle two problems at once.

“MC, pick up that plastic bag. It’s time you got your hands bloody for once,” I ordered.

Come down to my level! Punish him with me! Taste the pleasure of sweet justice!

I watched with glee as MC obediently follow my instructions and walked over to the tools cabinet. She lifted the plastic bag without hesitation. I could already feel the tightness in my pants starting to increase.

Stay focused, idiot.

“Richy, do you know what happened after the fire?” I asked. “The fire had significantly reduced the amount of oxygen in those tunnels. Do you have any idea what it feels like to suffocate?”

Lungs burning.

‘Head pounding.’

Heart squeezing.

‘No escape.’

No escape!

Richy’s eyes widened in fear, “No! MC! Wake up! Think about what you’re doing!”

No hope!

“MC, angel, please do me a favour and put that bag over Richy’s head. I’m tired of looking at him,” I grinned.

MC lowered the bag over that scumbag’s face and I marvelled as he thrashed around. Did I look that pathetic too? MC though, there was a hint of pleasure in her eyes. She could deny it all she wanted, she liked it. She was happy to finally get some vengeance for the torment this monster put her through. And she did it so well. Then again, she had been watching me all this time so of course she picked up a thing or two. The tightness in my pants only became more unbearable. Thoughts of how I could corrupt her further flooded my mind. I started to wonder how good she’d look covered in the blood of my enemies, looking at me all doe-eyed.

You look so fucking amazing. I want to pin you down and take you on the floor right now. I want to go fucking feral on you!

‘Not now!’

Let Richy watch! Let him witness as I rip those angel feathers off her!

‘She’s killing him!’

Oh, right.

“That’s enough, MC,” I nodded. “We don’t want to kill him just yet, do we?”

MC pulled the bag off Richy’s head and he gasped pathetically for air.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Richy mumbled. “For real this time and make sure it sticks.”

How cute!

“Richy, seeing how you currently have your feet bolted to the ground, I don’t think you’ll be doing much of anything,” I rolled my eyes, then I walked over to MC and turned her to face me. “You did so beautifully, angel. I’m proud of you.”

I lightly pressed my lips against hers. At first there was no response, which was to be expected given the lack of conscious thought, but soon she acted instinctually and kissed me back. She was far more open to my suggestion than anyone else I had ever drugged with scopolamine. Her body naturally sought my affection for the dopamine release. Who was I to say no? I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she moaned slightly against my lips.

“You think she’s going to still love you when she wakes up,” Richy interrupted. “She’s going to hate you! Hate you forever!”

“Maybe,” I grinned. “But more likely this will all just be a bad dream for her. To think, that’s all you will ever be to her. Sure, it would have been better if she had just slept. Then she would have been saved from ever lying eyes on you again. But this beautiful angel, whose wings I’ve clipped and darkened, still manages to surprise me. My fallen angel that I’ve pulled from grace myself.”

I smashed my lips against hers again and this time there was no hesitation from her. So much so, I nearly forgot she was even drugged. I ran my hands down her sides and clawed at her ass with both hands. The urge to grind against her was too much for me to fight. She let out a small moan again. Even subconsciously, she wanted it too.

Ugh, I need you on me now!

“Jake, where are we?” she asked hazily.

“Shh, you had too much to drink again. Let’s get you home before you pass out,” I cooed. “We can continue this there, away from judging eyes.”

“MC! Wake up!” Richy cried out pathetically. “Don’t do it, Jake. Please, don’t do it.”

Oh, I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to fuck her so hard she forgets you even exist! Listen careful. You’ll hear her screaming my name. Then you’ll know who exactly she answers to.

I wrapped my arm around MC’s waist and guided her to the back of the building, making sure Richy stayed out of her view.

“What was that?” she asked confused.

“Just a noisy raven, angel. Pay it no attention,” I paused, then bent down to pick up her phone from the floor. I checked it. It was locked with no notifications, but there was also no visible damage from being dropped earlier thankfully. I handed it back to MC. “Be careful with your new phone. Otherwise, I’ll have to get you a new one.”

Why give it back to her!?

‘I trust her.’

Fucking idiot. She better forget.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” she frowned and shoved the phone into her back pocket.

Still so innocent. Still so much to taint.

I kissed her forehead, “Just try not to drop it again.”

The walk back to our hideout took far longer than it should have. Even though MC was able to walk on her own, she was moving a lot slower than usual. It took so long that the mood was fading fast.

Don’t wait! Fuck her here and now!

‘She deserves better.’

No, she doesn’t! Fuck her in the alley like the dirty slut she is!

‘More time on the street leads to more risk of being seen.’

Fine!

By the time we returned, the sky was already starting to lighten. I eyed the large, screen-printing press in the middle of the floor with all of its arms and stations. It reminded me of the BDSM racks Cyan had in his basement that I used to train women on. The thought of MC on such a rack waiting for me to train her to embrace her praise kink and hypersexuality was unbearable.

Break her in! Make my little nymph!

‘No. That’s not who I am anymore.’

It’s who I’ve always been!

‘I swore to never show MC that side of me.’

Why hide from her? Isn’t that worse? There’s no doubt she’d like it.

I glanced over to MC, who was just standing there waiting, not knowing what to do. I stepped up to her and ran my fingers down her cheek. She looked up at me doe-eyed.

Imagine her-

‘No!’

Come on-

‘I said no!’

Remember how beautiful she looked when-

‘NO!’

“Jake, what’s wrong?” she asked concerned.

“You’re worried about me?” I did a double take.

“Yes,” her eyes darted back and forth as she searched my eyes.

“MC, I’ve drugged you so you’re completely open to suggestion. I could make you do whatever I want right now. Shouldn’t you be more worried about yourself?” I frowned.

“I trust you,” she smiled.

Her smile was like a dagger to my heart. I took a few steps back.

No, that’s a lie!

‘Maybe now, but soon you won’t. Not anymore…’

“No…,” I muttered.

‘You’ll never trust me again.’

What are you doing!?

“Jake?” her angelic voice spoke softly. “You’re crying.”

“Am I?” my hand went up to my cheek. Sure enough, it was wet.

Idiot! She’s trying to manipulate you again!

‘She can’t. Not in her current state. She’s incapable of it.’

Are you falling apart again!?

“MC, let’s get you back to bed,” I smiled weakly.

“Ok,” she grinned, then turned to go upstairs.

You are so pathetic and weak!

“I am,” I whispered as I watched her ascend the stairs.

‘Fuck, what did I do?’

You did what had to be done!

‘I ruined everything. Once she wakes up, it’ll all be over. Tonight is the last night we will have together.’

Then don’t waste time.

‘You’re right.’

I went up stairs and found MC undressing in the back office. She was down to just her panties.

“Stop,” I muttered before she removed the tiny fabric from between her legs.

“I thought you want to have sex?” she looked at me confused.

“Not tonight. Not like this,” I closed my eyes painfully. “Put your shirt back on.”

You’re going to waste the last night!?

‘No.’

Suddenly I felt warm palms on my moistened cheeks. I opened my eyes and saw MC cupping my face, her eyes full of worry.

“I don’t deserve you. I never have deserved you. That is the truth I have struggled these past few years to accept,” my voice shook. “Never has it been made obvious than it has tonight.”

She narrowed her eyes in annoyance, “I love you, Jake.”

She might as well have reached into my chest and squeezed my heart. “You don’t know what you’re talking about right now. It’s ok. You’ll understand in time. Come, sit down with me.”

I sat down on the old couch with my back against the armrest. As MC sat down, I turned her to face away from me and pulled her close so her back was against my chest. She snuggled into me between my legs. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I held her close, knowing it was going to be the last time I would get to hold her. At first I rested my chin on her shoulder, but after a few minutes, I buried my face into her back. She smelled as heavenly as ever. I never wanted to forget that scent of hers.

She’ll send me to that facility.

‘She will.’

I won’t be able to protect her. I’m better for her on the outside.

‘It’s like the doctor said, I’m not.’

You know she’ll head home. It’s the only safe place she knows.

‘I know.’

They’ll arrest her.

‘They will.’

They’ll drag her through the mud.

‘They will.’

She’ll be stubborn until the bitter end.

‘She will.’

They’ll bury her so deep in the system, I’ll never be able to reach her again.

‘Then I’ll surrender.’

That’s not a solution. They will still punish her. She must surrender.

‘Then I’ll make her surrender.’

Light snores interrupted my train of thought. Like an angel, MC slept so beautifully in my arms, with her head resting against the back of the couch. I wanted to stay there until she woke again, but I knew I had work to do. Carefully I got up, thenlaid her down on the couch. I grabbed my spare hoodie and draped it over her. Seeing her sleep so peacefully made leaving her so hard, but I eventually pulled myself away.

Quickly I went to my desk and checked the status of the transfers bouncing from one bank account to the next. The nest egg was still undetected by the digital forensic teams that had been trying to trace the money. I had considered early on that MC could betray me at any time so I had already come up with the plan that in the event of my arrest, she would immediately be implicated as an accessory. Though as things had changed, I realised that she wouldn’t betray me so I deactivated the automatic trigger. Now I realised I needed it to protect her. If she gives me up, she might still have a chance for a normal life again.

Of course, that would put me at risk. Dr. Cumming promised me he would do everything in his power to protect me from rogue agencies. It would be a test to see how far that protection stretched. If anything should go wrong though I would escape. It was incredibly risky, but I accepted that risk.

How much?

‘At least 50%. It needs to be convincing.’

It took a lot of long hours to get that money.

‘For MC’s freedom, it is worth every cent.’

With a few keystrokes, I diverted the next transfer. It would reveal to the forensics team the location of MC’s account. Within the next few hours, the funds would be seized. MC’s name now was forever tarnished. She had two options. Either she plays the victim card and gives me up, or she would be arrested for accessory to grand larceny. There isn’t a lawyer in the world that wouldn’t convince her to give me up for a lighter sentence, or perhaps even, no sentence at all. After tonight though, there was no doubt in my mind what she would choose.

Time to finish what we started before it’s too late.

‘No. Release him.’

What? After everything!?

‘He’s not worth it. He was never worth losing MC.’

He put me through hell!

‘No, that wasn’t hell. Everything that happens from here will be hell.’

I got up and grabbed my backpack. I quickly packed away my laptop. I would be disposing of it and the hard drive later. I picked up my phone and realised I had to trash it too. That meant trashing all of the photos I had of MC. I would be going into the facility with nothing, but I had no choice. The rest of the nest egg had to be protected.

The walk back to the warehouse where I kept Richy seemed more tedious than usual. The sun had risen, so it was harder to stick to the shadows. Being a Sunday meant that while there were very few witnesses around, my movements would be more obvious to anyone who did see me. During my trip, my mind raced with ideas on what to say to MC. Somehow I would have to face her. I couldn’t trust anyone else, but I at least knew whomever she would have involved wouldn’t try anything under her watch.

I stepped through the entrance of the back of the building and sighed with relief that I was finally under cover again. I had not considered what I would say to Richy, but I wasn’t sure words were needed. Surely release would speak for itself.

As I walked into the center of the building, my heart skipped a beat.

I had expected to see Richy in his chair, most likely sleeping again. However, that was not the case at all. My eyes were fixated on the body, slowly spinning back and forth on the rope it hung from. It almost didn’t feel real, like he was trying to con me into thinking he had taken his own life. No, he wasn’t good enough to fake such a lifeless expression.

Weak. He couldn’t even handle it.

Blood dripped from his mutilated feet.

‘He ripped the bolts through his feet, then crawled up to the second floor to hang himself over the balcony. I wouldn’t call that weak.’

I struggled with burn wounds and infection to walk out of those mines. I collapsed every few paces because the pain was so agonising. It took me days to get out of there. It would’ve been so much easier to let death overtake me.

‘I had a light to live for. He didn’t. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be standing here today. It’s what will keep me going through the dark times to come. I mustn’t forget that.’

Let him hang.

‘No, I’m cutting him down.’

And do what?

‘Put him to rest somewhere else. Away from this place of bad memories.’

The river will take him away.

‘Then I can start the cleansing process. Physically, then mentally.’

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake #unrecognisable fanfic #tw: pretty much everything

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 1 year ago

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 21b

*Warning Adult Content*

The Motel Room - Part 2

- Everett -

"Everett. We got company out here," Alissa calls out.

Everett's heart plummets through the floor as he bursts out of the bathroom assuming the worst.

He stops by Alissa and Michael to peek through the blinds on the window.

His tears fall as a mixture of relief and nervousness floods throughout his body upon seeing Knox dismount his bike to run into the motel lobby, presumably to find out what room Everett is staying in.

"So, uh..." Alissa starts. "What are we going to do about him?"

"He's here for you," Michael adds, looking at Everett. "You should go out there before he ends up destroying this place because we already know he isn't leaving until he finds you."

Everett nods, his palms sweaty as he unlocks the door and stumbles out of the room.

He makes it halfway to the motel entrance when the owner goes flying out of the double doors, his face battered and nose bleeding everywhere as he scrambles to scoot away from his manic attacker.

Knox follows after the owner with purposeful steps, his black boots thudding heavily against the pavement.

His hair is tied up in its usual messy bun but a few strands have come loose to frame his chiseled jawline.

He's dressed in an all black attire and is wearing his cut, which is decked out in various patches that proudly displays his allegiance to The Fallen Angels MC.

The denim fabric is frayed around the armholes and has since faded in color, a clear sign of wear and tear from years of use and abuse.

Knox's broad shoulders and muscular arms fill it out perfectly, adding to his intimidating appearance while his piercing grey eyes track the panicked motel owner's every move.

"Please, stop..." the man begs. "I don't want to die."

"I don't give a shit about what you want." Knox cracks his bruised knuckles while carrying a hard and unyielding look in his eyes. "This ends when you tell me what I want to know."

"I can't. I mean... I don't know anything..."

"Liar," Knox screams and shouts words in a blind rage that Everett can barely string together as he stands back frozen in shock.

"Did you miss the part where I said this was a fucking emergency?" Knox towers over the man with his impressive height and build, then he bends down and grabs the man by the collar of his shirt.

Knox cocks back his free hand to deliver another crushing blow to the man's discolored face.

"WHAT." And another... "ROOM." And another... "IS." And another... "HE." And another... "IN."

Knox stops abruptly and pulls out his gun, shoving it deep into the man's mouth.

"Answer me before I kill you, motherfucker..."

When Knox switches the safety off, the man gags and pisses himself.

"Stop. I'm right here." Everett exclaims, holding out his hands in a silent, desperate plea for Knox to come to him.

"I'm right here..."

Knox looks up and meets Everett's gaze, then he blinks and shakes his head as if he's trying to wake up from a dream.

When it hits him that this is reality, he stands and puts his gun away before rushing toward Everett, pulling him into a tight embrace while Everett sobs multiple apologies against his chest.

"I'm not upset," Knox whispers, burying his face in the crook of Everett's neck and inhaling his sweet scent. "I promise I'm not upset. Just glad to see you're alright, kitten. Was worried sick about you."

"I'm so sorry," Everett cries, his hands clutching Knox's waist. "I was such a fucking idiot and I shouldn't have run off like that. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me but I needed to get away from Finn or else I..."

Knox flinches at hearing Finn's name, prompting Everett to pull back and provide an explanation.

"He didn't do anything, so please don't hurt him. We just had a little argument during breakfast and..."

"I'll make him apologize later," Knox interrupts. "This place isn't safe. We need to get the hell out of here right now."

Knox grabs Everett by the hand but he doesn't budge.

"What is it?"

"My friends are here."

Everett points at his room.

"I can't leave them."

Knox curses under his breath and pulls out his cell phone.

He types a quick message out to someone and then slips it back into his pocket.

"My brothers are already halfway here. Your friends will be fine. Now let's go."

Knox once again tries to walk back to his bike but Everett refuses to follow.

"Everett," Knox warns. "We don't have time for this."

"I'm staying until your brothers get here."

Everett drops Knox's hand and crosses his trembling arms over his chest, a failed attempt at trying to look strong while standing his ground.

"My friends wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me, so I'm not leaving them. Please don't make me."

"I'm not Finn," Knox says.

"What?" Everett asks, confused.

"I'm not going to stand here and argue with your stubborn ass. I said we're leaving, so we're fucking leaving."

Knox shifts forward to physically move Everett but he's stopped by the faint sound of motorcycles rumbling in the distance.

"Shit. We're too late," he growls, pulling the gun back out from his waistband while ushering Everett into his room.

Knox looks back and notices the motel owner is nowhere to be found.

"That sneaky fucker..."

Everett doesn't waste time asking questions.

He obediently follows Knox's new orders to lie down on the ground and keep his mouth shut after they enter the motel room.

Knox quickly locks the door behind them and pulls his cell phone out to make a call.

He talks fast but his tone remains even while the sound of motorcycles outside grows louder and louder.

"It's happening."

Knox stands by the window and peeks through the blinds.

"Seven of them just pulled into the parking lot but more could be on the way."

He pauses when the other person speaks.

"No, I don't see the redheaded bastard anywhere but I think him and the motel owner are..."

Bullets ring out, ending the call and forcing Knox to fall to the ground.

He crawls to Everett and shields the boy with his body as The Jackals light up the place.

For a while, it feels like the gunfire will never end and Everett can't help but wonder if they'll make it out alive.

He closes his eyes and curls into Knox, hoping the madness will end soon.

It doesn't.

The sound of bullets buzzing through the air intensifies when The Fallen Angels arrive minutes later.

The walls of the motel room seem to shake or it could just be Everett's imagination and what little remains of the window shatters and sends pieces of glass flying all over Everett and his friends.

Knox shouts over the noise, repeating himself from earlier as he tells everyone to stay down and not move.

An eternity passes before the noise quiets outside.

"Knox," Gavin eventually calls out. "It's all clear. Where you at, brother?"

"Room 613. Be out in a minute."

Knox stands to help Everett and his friends up, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle as he hangs back to assess Everett for injuries.

"You still with me, kitten? Are you alright?" Knox speaks softly, carefully running his fingers over Everett's face and arms in search of cuts and bruises.

"Shit. Does this hurt?"

His brow furrows in concern when he notices a small cut on the palm of Everett's left hand.

"Answer me, kitten. Does it hurt you?"

Everett shakes his head, his eyes wide and pupils dilated.

He's mute because he's stuck in shock after witnessing that violent confrontation between The Jackals and The Fallen Angels.

He knows the parking lot is full of dead bodies and is covered in their blood.

That much he can practically smell.

What's more terrifying is the fact that one of those bodies could've easily been Everett's, could've easily been Alissa's or Michael's or Knox's body.

That would have been three deaths that could've been prevented had Everett chosen to stay at the clubhouse and not run away.

It's a miracle that scenario didn't play out today.

Luck is still on his side but he can feel it running out and not just for him but for everyone around him.

"Taking care of it anyway."

Knox isn't satisfied by Everett's answer.

He goes into the bathroom and comes back out with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some bandages.

He cleans and dresses Everett's cut before stepping outside to speak with Gavin in a hushed tone.

"The owner wouldn't tell me shit about Ghost before I questioned him about Everett. He snuck off before The Jackals got here. Did you catch him? He's a scrawny little shit with a receding hairline dressed in a green shirt and dark jeans."

"He's dead," Gavin answers. "Stray bullet got him in the forehead."

"Shit. What about Ghost? Did you find his room?" Knox asks.

"Yeah. He used a fake name to book his room here but Mason got into the computer in the lobby and figured out which one belonged to Ghost by tracing it back to Ghost's credit card. I checked the room out myself and it doesn't look like he's been here yet. No clue what he might've been waiting for..." Gavin says.

"I don't know but I think the owner was working with him," Knox adds, absentmindedly scratching at the stubble on his chin as he voices his suspicions out loud. "He could've been threatened or bribed to inform Ghost about Everett's movements. Maybe Ghost changed his mind about wanting to come out here and do the dirty work himself, so he sent a group of Jackals to snatch Everett up instead."

"But then you showed up and threw a wrench in his plan," Gavin adds, going along with Knox's theory. "Perhaps the owner had time to tip Ghost off before you got to him, so when The Jackals arrived, they were ready to kill you instead of capturing Everett."

"Or maybe they were ordered to kill us all. Who fucking knows," Knox says. "What's going on with the cameras around this shithole? I didn't check for them when I got here. I kinda... lost myself while trying to pull answers out of the owner."

"No cameras, so we're good. And I gave Mason the owner's cell phone that we found to see what he can get off of it, if anything," Gavin says, then sighs while looking around the parking lot. "We don't have time to clear out all the bodies. Best to just get the hell out of here before the cops show up."

"What about witnesses?" Knox asks.

"I got Harry checking on that now. They can either accept payment to keep quiet or they'll be killed. No time for negotiations," Gavin says. "Let's talk more back at the clubhouse. You good with the kids?"

"I got Everett," Knox replies. "Need someone to follow the other two back into town."

"I'll get Alvin on it," Gavin says before walking off.

When Knox returns to Everett's room, he takes a second to assess the damage.

Broken glass blankets the floor, the walls are decorated with fresh bullet holes and the air is thick with a noxious smell, making it hard to breathe.

Alissa is crying against Michael when Everett comes crashing into Knox, his body shaking as fat tears stream down his face.

"Can we go home now?" Everett asks, his voice tight with emotion.

"Yeah, we're going home," Knox holds Everett a little tighter, one hand stroking his back as adrenaline continues coursing throughout Knox's body.

He tries and fails, to shake off the crippling thought of what might've happened had he not made it to the motel in time.

"Then you can tell me all about what the hell happened between you and Finn..."

Everett passes out before Knox can finish his sentence.

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laladellakang · 2 years ago

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[Vlog] 델라의멀티로그🐟🎓🖤😉❕ - ENHYPEN (엔하이픈)

masterlist | wattpad | requests / ask enhypen

italics dialogue = english | bold + [] = video captions

della's vlog where she tries to do what all they boys did in theirs

! this isn't really requested but i needed to make this 'cause i have writer's block and need to find my groove again !

[ 🐻 Good morning, ENGENE~~~ Hello, it's me, DELLA!! ] [ I'm greeting you barefaced today. I'm going to film a vlog!!!! ]

Della started her vlog off by waking up. Unlike last time, however, she's actually in her bed.

The camera was all up on her face and there was lofi music playing.

[ Oh no, Jjeongjeong saw me... ]

She pretended to act all shy before showing the camera that it was her stuffed cat.

[ Ily SUNOO-ya ㅋㅋ❤️ ]

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"Today! I will be doing all the things the members did in their vlog!" Della was sat criss-cross on her bed. "I'm the only one who doesn't have a vlog since they are too 'cool' to ask me to be in any of theirs," she bent her two fingers at the 'cool.'

"Well to be fair, I don't enjoy fishing, I'm just graduating, I'm not a Hanlim student, I'm not a part of Jungwon's family and I'm not a Music Bank MC- but that's not the point!" her inner rapper came out. "I will be doing what they did within one video!"

"First!" Della suddenly went quiet, racking her brain for what to say and do. "I am... Not going fishing.."

[ Uhhh ]

"Oh but they bought groceries! I'm gonna buy groceries!"

[ Hooray! ⭐️ ]

"So the members gave me a list on what they wanted," the camera was facing the supermarket's ceiling with Della whispering directly into the microphone. "I'm whispering because I don't wanna catch attention," we could then see Della's face again when she placed the device on the cart.

[ Members come first! ]

"Jay-oppa asked for quite a lot, I think he wants to cook something," she leaned down to speak quietly. "Maybe it's roast chicken since he asked for a whole chicken."

[ It was roasted chicken! It was soooooo yummy ]

"I usually go shopping with some of the members but I'm alone this time, so- and I don't think I've ever gone grocery shopping alone too, sooo," she bit her lip and paused a little.

[ Are you watching this, HEESEUNG-oppa? Baby DELLA is doing well, huh? 😌 ]

"It's gonna be a new- ooh! Tanghulu! Strawberries! I frickin' love strawberries!" she whispered aggressively.

[ Got distracted... ]

"Maybe I should buy fish and cook it sometime.. Yeah, let's buy fish."

[ Fishing! 🐟 ]

The next clips just showed Della picking up stuff and placing it in her cart.

"Okay- in retrospect, this is pretty boring to watch. I'm really sorry," she spoke quietly again.

[ Sorry, guys 😞 ]

"Maybe I should've gone fishing- actually, nope, it's all good. We still have three more things to do!"

[ Great vlog idea, DELLA 👍 ]

"Where are you going on Sunday? Inkigayo!" Della pointed a finger gun to the camera. "Hello, I'm Inkigayo's MC, Della," she shook a peace sign beside her face.

"We are now in the SBS green room," she spun the camera to show the area. "I'm lucky to have my own since I'm the only girl..." she thought about what she said for a few seconds. "Wait a second! I'm the only girl in the group too, why don't I get-" the next clip was added before she could finish her sentence.

"So this is the look for today," she was now standing up and showing her outfit. "A sailor-type of concept."

[ Let's go fishing!!!!! ]

"We just did a table read and should go live soon," she peeped outside of the door. "Unlike Sunghoon-oppa, our script is on a cue card right belo-"

"Della-ya!" she jumped before quickly turning around to reply with a 'yes?' "Is that a vlog?!"

[ -Right below the camera 👍 ] [ Cameo from a fellow MC and bandmate ✨ ]

"No no no, I'm not letting you show on camera," she looked like she was restraining someone back.

"Why not?!" anyone could tell that it was Choi Yeonjun.

"I wasn't in your vlog so why should you be in mine," she scrunched her face with a light glare.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry- but to be fair! It was our first day-"

"You were in my first day vlo-" it then cut to a blank screen.

"Hello, I'm Tomorrow x Together and TYD's Yeonjun," he finally appeared by her side and gave a wave to the camera.

[ Our 4th Gen It Boy 🥴 ]

"It's almost time for us to go live so we will see you again soon, byee!"

Della was then seen MCing on set. The camera was completely focused on her and covered Yeonjun and Bumjune.

[ Hope you liked the broadcast! ]

"Now I can eat!" she placed the camera down on the table in front of her. "Everytime we do a broadcast or a music show or well- basically anything in front of the camera, I always eat half of my food before and the other half after."

[ Unless we eat in a restaurant 😁 ]

"I don't wanna be too full, y'know?" she paused to take a big mouthful. The editors censored it with her picture though. "Mmm! So good!" she said with a small dance once some of the food has gone.

[ Wiggle wiggle ]

She covered her mouth with a giggle when she realised something.

"I wanna ask you guys. Listen- I don't know one girl who doesn't do a little dance or clap or make a small sound when they eat something yummy, what about you guys?"

[ Do you also do it or do you know someone who does? ]

"If the members eat something yummy, they go like 'wah!'" she said with an exaggerated deep voice. "Sometimes my baby also does the little dance like 'mmm,'" she repeated the wiggle.

[ My baby SUNOO ❤️ ]

"Why am I talking about this? We have to get to the next part of the vlog!"

"Guys, I'm actually graduating today!" Della exclaimed. She was still in her room.

[ I am God's favourite ]

"It is one o'clock at the moment. The ceremony is at three and the graduates have to be there at two-thirty or so," she showed the clock on her phone (additionally showcasing her OT8 lockscreen).

"The graduation in my school starts quite late in the afternoon. The other members'- except Jake's, of course, have them in the morning," she placed the camera down on her desk.

[ So we have lots of time to get ready! ]

"And we don't wear our uniforms to the ceremony! We wear formal outfits," she stepped back to show her dress. "We'll also be wearing the gowns later."

[ Of course mine has to be a black dress ]

"Jake-oppa wore a suit in his graduation but none of y'alls saw it," she shaded. "That guy acts like he's soo secretive when basically the whole world knows that he used to go to Dwight."

[ Sim Jaeyun slander time 🤭 ]

"He only posted that ONE picture of us in our uniforms and that's the only time he openly admitted to being a Dwight student," she sighed dramatically. "Is he ashamed to be in the same school as me?"

[ No, I'm not -JAKE (not DELLA at all) ]

"Okay, that's enough. Let's take a look at what the boys are wearing, shall we?" she took the camera with a mischievous look. "Guys! Can I see your outfits?!"

(the top furthest left is della's and it's up to you guys which boy gets which outfit)

"Ooh nicee, whose members are these?" she had a large grin on her face. "Hot damn!" she turned the camera towards the boys.

"Hello," "Engenes!" they all waved to the camera.

[ Don't they look dashing? 😍 ]

"Oh wow, maybe I shouldn't have shown you guys here 'cause our living room's a mess," Della muttered, making the boys laugh. "Maybe I'll post a picture on Weverse or Twitter once this vlog gets out."

[ Posted! ]

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"Hello!" Sunghoon appeared in an outdoor-looking place with a mask on. "We have arrived at the school and we are waiting for the ceremony to begin," Jungwon came by his side and into the frame.

[ I'm not allowed to hold onto anything so the members will take over! ]

"The ceremony is indoors but the weather is amazing today," Jungwon squinted his eyes a little upon looking at the sun. "It's sunny but not too hot."

"Have you guys ever seen Della's school up close?" Sunghoon turned the camera to show the campus with the rest of the boys standing near some shrubs. "It's like the schools in dramas, really."

"Oh you're right!" the camera started zooming in on the five boys slowly. "F5," then the Sungwon started singing to the Boys Over Flowers OST.

[ ... ]

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"Guys, we got Della a massive bouquet of her favourite flower," Sunoo said excitedly while hugging a (truly) large bouquet of roses.

"This is from Enhypen, Della's family and the staff. It's from all from us," Jay came to stand beside him. "Della's parents brought it here- thank you, 부모님," he gestured to the side. [bumonim : parents]

[ Thank you, my loves ❤️ ]

"Hello!" Della's dad's hand made a small cameo. "I'm so proud of you, sweetie. We love you!" he made a finger heart while her mom joined him with a 'we love you!'

[ They're so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love you! ]

"We're going to head inside since the ceremony is about to start, let's go!"

The boys sat in the audience, waiting for Della to go up to the stage. Their faces were the only ones who weren't censored.

"Della Kang," a roar of cheers from her very extra supporters erupted, causing the headmaster (who is the one to firstly congratulate the graduates) jump in surprise.

[ 😅😅 ]

The clips showed her walking on stage, receiving her diploma and having the string of her cap placed to the right side from the left.

It immediately cut to her standing on stage with her friends for pictures and finally throwing her cap in the air.

[ 🎓🎓🎓]

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"No way" Della made her way to her parents after everyone was back outside. "This is so cute, oh my God! It's massive!" her eyes widened as she took the bouquet from her mom. "Thank you!" she held it with one arm and used the other to give them all a hug.

The camera captured their excessive photo-taking session as well as Della's parents' teases when Enha decided to take individual pictures with their daughter.

"Eh? Ehh?" "Aww!" "Eyy, what is that?! Closer!" "That's the way!" "EHEM!" "Woo!" "Kang Della! What are you doing?! Hug him back!"

[ Mom and dad... ]

"Hello! So we are now- oppa!" Della slapped Heeseung's arm. "Pay attention!"

"Ah! Yes yes," he stopped looking at his phone to pay attention to the camera. "We are here to eat jjajangmyeon in the restaurant that Jay likes."

[ Here again! ]

"We have wine this time for the adults," Della picked up her glass. "I actually really dislike alcohol but I have Heeseung-oppa's glass just for pictures."

[ Do not believe social media 🙃 ]

"My parents and sister are also here with us," Della directed the camera to them.

"Eh-" Niki and Jungwon looked at her with wide eyes.

"You guys have seen them, right?! On the internet? If you haven't then I'm sure they'll censor it," they have but the (additional) editors decided to still censor them.

"Hello," Della's mom waved and leaned her head on her husband's shoulder.

[ Eomma's so pretty 😍 ]

"You know my sister wants to be an idol?" a series of 'what?!'s and 'really?!'s were heard from the boys.

"No!" she hid behind Niki's arm. "Either an idol or badminton athlete."

"Just like your sister then?" "Just like Della," Niki and Jake said at the same time.

"But I think she wants to do badminton more because, unlike Della, she hasn't quit her training," Della whined at her dad's comment. "What?! It's not a bad thing. I'm just stating my observation."

"Ah, if you go the idol route, we might do a collab in the future," Niki told Jaein.

[ ENHYPEN x KANG JAEIN collab?? ]

"Really?!" she stopped hiding behind him. "We'll just see in the future."

[ Jaein's bias is NI-KI. Can you tell? ]

"Just keep training for badminton and if you realise that you like singing more then you know what to do," Della turned the camera back to her and Heeseung before resting her head on his shoulder.

Jay cleared his throat from her other side, making her giggle and switch to him but still lock arms with Heeseung.

[ JAY-oppa ㅋㅋ❤️ ]

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"So the food's here and let's observe what everyone does when they eat good food," Della whispered to the camera. She looked up and waited patiently.

"Wah!" most of the boys said in unison while Jay and Niki let out a roar-like groan.

[ wAHHHHH ]

"Wait for it.." Della grinned and showed Sunoo, her mom and Jaein.

"Mmm!" cue the little wiggle.

[ See! ]

"See! What did I tell you," she laughed lowly.

"What are you on about?" Heeseung asked.

"Oh nothing," she giggled, placing the camera back and diving in.

[ I'm not gonna do it this time 😋 ]

Afterwards, Della placed the camera at a further angle, where everyone was visible. The audio was muted with an instrumental playing in the background.

[ Music by HEESEUNG-oppa and JAKE-oppa 😉 ]

The video went on just like that. Eleven of them having a pleasant conversation that was best left muted.

There was a time where the audience could see most of Enha laughing so hard that their faces were red and tears came out of Della and Jay's eyes.

[ My home ❤️ ]

The video ended with Della and Niki sat in the backseat of the car, her head reaching to rest on Niki's shoulder as they waved goodbye.

[ This is the end of my vlog ] [I hope you enjoyed it! I love you ❤️ ]

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sparkbeast20 · 3 years ago

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Hi! Love your writings! Reaction from both brothers and side characters of Female Gangster MC. Like they just found out

ANS: So, this My first request I ever made. I hope I did you justice with this Anon and also Thank you for the kind words, I'm glad you like my writing <3

If want to send request feel free to send them :3

Warning: Mention of Guns, Blood, Killing, Violence, Taking the fall for someone, and PTSD.

The Brothers and Dateables + (Luke platonic) finding out that F!MC use to be a Gangster

Lucifer

“MC, what’s this” Lucifer points at a scar on her chest, what looks like a stab wound.

“It nothing Lucifer, its just…. It just a remainder not to disobey orders….” She trails off, starting to tear up “it my fault, I got to reckless and almost someone I care about killed” she places a hand on the scar try to keep it together and not show weakness Infront of the Avatar of Pride.

Lucifer slowly took off one of his gloves, and walk closer to MC, and place his hand over hers

“Scars are nothing to be ashamed off, you did it to protect someone you care and….” He places his hand on her chin and lean her head back to met his black and red glance. “Your safe here, you don’t have to worry to go back to that life anymore”

You just the tears fall as your face soft and embrace him, feeling safe knowing that you don’t have hide you past to him.

Mammon

“This all your Mammon!” she angerly whisper in his ear, and groan at her pestering.

“ShHH! Quiet, they’ll hear us human-” then you smack him slightly on the back of his head.

“Whoops, you called me human again”

“Hey! Do you really need to- WAIT there’s a car over there” him point out, and quickly book it to the park vehicle and see that it isn’t lock, however?

“Crap! The key isn’t here” he tries to look around, but quickly push to the passenger, and MC sat the driver sit and open up under the steering wheel.

“Why do I have to do everything around here!” she grabs and cut two wires and start hot wire. In second the car starts up and she buckle her seat belt. “Mams, you guys can survive a car to the face?”

“Yeah…. Why- wait!?! What are you-”

“Buckle yourself in!” She quickly steps on the gas, the demons been chasing them heard the engine, but quickly get hit by the car. As the human and avatar of greed make their escape.

“WHAOOO! I have fun thrill in months” as MC enjoy the adrenaline, Mammon looks over to the human that he was suppose to protect, in amaze and fear. He makes a mental note that Lucifer isn’t the only he shouldn’t just provoke.

Leviathan

“This is impossible!” Levi is struggling with a level from a game from the human world that he just bought, while MC behind him, trying to hold her laughter.

Is a mock version of gang game and Levi, is at the level of the game where to rival gangs are fighting each other for territory?

“You’re focusing on the grunts and not the ones who are hiding from afar- look” she grabs the control from Levi and start playing the level like it was nothing, as she explained how and why he keep dying, all the while Levi is both shock with how MC can play and concern about the implication of how she gotten the knowledge.

“There, now you just have to escape, I never good with car chase, only driving really fast- Huh…. Levi was wrong?”

Levi snap from his train of thought and grab the controller from her, and finishing the level.

“MC, were you-”

“Yeah, but left that behind me.”

Satan

MC and Satan are watch Mammon and Levi being strung up by Lucifer from afar.

“I’m surprise, that you’re not phase about this” Satan asks looking over to her, watching why she not reacting on the display of punishment Infront of her.

“EH… I’ve seen worst”

“Really? What worst then this”

“Being killed-”

“What!?! That’s not punishment!”

“You didn’t let me finish, watching someone being killed Infront of you is worst. It’s a way to learn to obey your boss and survive in world”

She looks on to the demons being strung, while Satan is still letting the information sink in, who know that the human was brought to hell, has already lived in one.

Asmodeus

“I’ve been meaning to asks darling, where did you get your scars?” Asmo asks MC as he and her are taking a bath together.

“Which one?”

“Well…. All of them”

“Ah…. All of them are from fights that I got to”

“Why would you go and get in to fights, you’re to precious” Asmo cooed them move closer and grab her hand, and start scrubbing her arm. She laughs as she is tickled by his action.

“You know, for a bunch of demons. your all nicer than other humans back home” pauses for a moment, by continue with a giggle.

“Well, you don’t have to worry anymore. As long I’m here no one will ever lay a finger on you again” and that’s a promise he made to you and himself.

Beelzebub

“I’m glad you like it Beel” MC made Beel a homemade dish from the human world to calm the hungry demon.

“Its so good, I like your cooking”

“Nah…. You would like Sal’s cooking, he’s the one who taught me how to cook this”

“Maybe, if we go to the human world, you might think he’ll cook for me and my brothers”

“Yeah totally! He loves my friends…...but he can’t”

“Why? Did he leave or something?”

“His at prison, he took the blame for me. And said you should get out of this life….. I guess cooking isn’t the only thing I learn from him” she laughs to hide the fact she misses her mentor.

Beel quickly engulfs her in bear hug, and rub her back.

“Is okay, maybe we can visit him someday”

She sighs and let the tears fall as she return the hug.

“I-I’ll like that, thank Beel”

Belphegor

“You’re still up” MC asks Belphie who is standing at the doorway at her room.

“Sorry, I was waiting for you”

“Really why?”

“You been having nightmare with some men with guns, I figure to help you” she let out sharp gasp and turn away from Belphie.

“I’m sorry to keep you up-”

“No! I already cause so much pain; I want to help you to keep those nightmares away. Like I promise.”

She looks back with her eyes widen and clenching his pact mark on her wrist. She hastily grabs his hand with her head hang low.

“P-please…. Make the nightmares go away….”

“Anything for you, I’ll keep the nightmares and the bad men away”

Diavolo

“You like what you see” Diavolo spoke behind MC startling her, Diavolo was shock to her reaction almost bumping into crown in display.

“Oh, I-I wasn’t planning to steal this I swear-”

“Calm down, I trust you. Sorry for startling you.”

“You trust me, even with my background” she mutters, and look directly at Diavolo’s eyes to see if his lying or not.

“I didn’t look in to your past, only your connection with Lilith. I believe in Demons, Angel, and Humans can have second chances. If you’re a good person now, as long you learn from your past. I don’t see to bring up old scars”

“Thank you, My lord”

“Please, Call me Diavolo”

“I don’t think Lucifer will like that”

Barbatos

MC is inside Barbatos room, helping him clean, to the surprise of the demon butler seeing that he didn’t help in clean. But he can’t refuse the human.

But then she stops and look at the door she uses in going back in time in the time of the “Incident”

“Barbatos, can you see any path where I stayed in the human world and never came here in the first places”

“I’m afraid, I am forbidden to use my powers like that, why may I ask what makes you think of that?”

“I think, I got the luckiest path. And I’m thankfully for this. I think I’ll be in the side of the road-”

Suddenly Barbatos places a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look at the demon.

“Its better not to think of what could’ve happen and focus on your presents self”

Simeon

“Simeon, am I bad person?” She asks while Simeon is writing a draft of his story.

“No, why do you ask?”

“You’re the closes person to being pure and good, is it good for me to threaten people even though I was just following orders”

Simeon stop writing and put the quill down, and look over to MC.

“Did they threat you?”

“Yes”

“Did you, like doing things like that to other?”

“No!” she quickly sat up to that question.

“Are you willing to do that again?”

“Never!”

“Then you’re a good person.”

Solomon

Solomon and MC are at purgatory hall practicing spells for class, when MC spill the potion on to herself, then she starts taking off her shirt, leaving Solomon blushing and turning his back to give her some privacy.

“MC!?! Warner me next time, before you start striping.”

“Sorry, force of habit”

“What you always spill potion on yourself all the time, back home” she looks with bows rise up.

“Oh… No, every time I get back home from a job, I’m usually covered in blood and I don’t want to leave any evidence behind”

“W-what exactly, are those “Jobs” of yours?”

“I you know shady things, if you can keep secrets about yourself. Then I have secrets of my own” she smiled teasing him.

But to him, its no tease.

Luke

“Luke, little advise from me. Don’t be like Mammon or Me” MC and Luke watches Mammon, Levi and Solomon playing poker in class waiting the bell to ring.

“I know Mammon shouldn’t be followed, but you’re a good person I don’t see why you rope yourself with him.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m just nice to people I care about. I don’t care for others outside my gan- never mind”

“Wha-” then the bell rings, and Mammon rushes and grab MC by arm and dragging her out the classroom.

Leaving Luke confuse and worried.

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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years ago

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Nemesis

A/N: Sooo I’m back at writing fics (at least for now lol) and here’s the full fic of this teaser that I posted earlier! Per the below request for enemies to lovers smut with Mr. Teller 🔥 This actually turned out more emotionally heavy than what I’d initially envisioned as a simple tale of sexual tension between two enemies. **Please note the warnings!** This is also my next fic for @band--psycho’s Bingo Challenge!

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, guns and violence, references to an intensely abusive relationship (with an ex who’s now dead) Request: This anon request Bingo Square Filled: Enemies to lovers

Word Count: ~5.7k

Note: This fic alternates between the present (plain text with color gifs) and flashbacks (italics with black & white gifs)

There’s only one man on earth you hate more than Jax Teller.

Or was. Now that one man is dead. Just as it ever does, death paints everything red. Mind’s eye raging a dark bloody blur. All your days as the wife of a monster you would rather die than remember. The nights you should never have spent together.

With this ring I thee wed. Pawn shop diamond ring stuck on your finger more damned than a gun to the head.

Bitch, you’re mine till you die, he had said.

Just last night you had looked his corpse dead in the eye. Finally free from the curse. Yeah, thank fuck you died first.

He had hated his enemies more than he ever loved you. You did too. That shared hatred was the only thing that felt true, filled the void of your hearts till they burst. Now your piece of shit husband is down in the dirt and your sick twisted heart is so happy it hurts.

Now of all men left standing on earth Jackson Fucking Teller is the one you hate worst.

The mad king of Charming. The proud President of SAMCRO. Your sworn foe. You won’t ever forget years ago, when the boys from the neighboring town paid a visit to your local club one fine morning. War erupted with no fucking warning. Story goes that the Sons came with peaceful intentions but those plans were dead on arrival; your husband was outraged by something Jax said and since then you’ve been rivals.

The scumbag cared more about screwing the Sons than his own damn survival. Or anything else. He’d committed more sins than he had lived to tell. Now at long last he’s rotting in hell.

Serves him right, you think into the dark of the night. Starry black spread out wide. Standing roadside, you watch as the warehouse of guns and drugs goes up in flames. Cast the damned diamond ring in the fire and cast off his name. Years of shame. He had treated you like you were something to claim, but you’d married him knowing the beast was too far gone to tame. So you’ve only your own ass to blame.

You don’t even know when Jackson came.

Roar of flames drowns the sound of his bike as he pulls up a ways down the road. Like the blaze of the warehouse the hate in your heart is about to explode.

You’re supposed to regard him with spite. But he looks like a literal god by the bright golden light, and as ever in Jax Teller’s presence your cunt clenches tight.

He knows your husband died. Sees the fire shine off the salt tracks of the tears that you’ve cried. “You alright?”

You won’t be till your nemesis fucks you to pieces all night.

***************

He really is quite fucking Charming.

Cocky little shit. Tall blonde overgrown frat boy type of kid. So virile it’s vicious. So dashing it’s dangerous but also delicious. Disarming.

Rides his fine ass into the town that you call home. Like he has any right to come. Like he already owns your husband’s motorcycle club and his entire fucking kingdom.

He hasn’t even risen to the throne of his own club yet as he’s still just the VP. But he was born to be the king and soon he will be.

Where does he get off strutting straight into the clubhouse of a neighboring MC?

Wherever he gets off is where your ass would like to be.

The second he walks in those blue eyes land on you—so fucking blue—pierce your core through and through. Alpha male energy radiating from him prickles under your skin and has all your toes curling. He smirks and says something in greeting. You’re dead at first meeting. He’s calling you ‘darlin’.’

But who the fuck gave him the right...?

Blue eyes wink and your body ignites.

He’s in your head and that’s not right because he never got an invite.

Apparently the Sons of Anarchy had never been invited to your town at all but just for now your guy sets that aside, begrudgingly allowing them inside. He isn’t big on building up relationships but figures that he’ll hear them out before he picks a fight.

They’ve come to talk.

Meanwhile Prince Motherfucking Charming keeps on flashing looks at you across the room and you can’t think of anything but cumming on his cock.

***************

“You alright?”

He repeats the question as your teary eyes stupidly blink.

What the fuck do you think.

Always gets what you mean without hearing a word. “Hey, I heard...”

Fuck off, Jackson.

He won’t, though. You want him here now and he knows. “Heard what happened.”

Refuse to give him any kind of reaction. You’re going through shit he can’t even imagine. You don’t even hate him at all but you have to pretend. He can’t come around here throwing empty condolences like he’s your friend.

“Look, I’m sorry.” His voice is at once smooth and gravelly, echoes the growl of his Harley. “That must’ve been rough. I know what it’s like losing someone you love.”

The cap you’ve imposed on the swell of emotion inside of you promptly pops off.

“Love?” you scoff. “You of all people know how I felt about...”

Can’t even choke the man’s name out.

Jax takes a step closer. The heat off him smolders. You’ll burn right to ash if he so much as touches your shoulder. “Yeah, I did. He was a worthless sack of shit. But you were married and that’s not the kind of shit you just get over.”

Why is he saying shit that’s calm and true and clear. This scum of anarchy who rides without a cause and lives beyond the law is not supposed to be the steady one while you’re stifling tears. “Listen, I don’t know what even brought you here...”

“Yeah, you do.”

You dare to raise your weepy gaze, up to his stupid gorgeous face. To look at him as he’s looking at you.

Just as he always looked at you.

***************

“You should leave him.”

You choke on your drink. Gawk and blink. Unable to believe him. “Excuse me?”

The voice in your head carries on though you don’t say aloud—pride won’t let the words out—as if you have a clue that my man finds new ways every day to abuse me.

Find new ways every day to conceal all the bruises. To try and deny the abuses. But Jax isn’t here for you making excuses.

It’s been a few months since he first came to visit your town, when his MC’s attempts at some kind of alliance were quickly shut down. Every so often since then you’ve randomly happened to pass one another out on the highway between your home and his. In the few years since you’ve gotten hitched to your piece of shit husband you’ve come to forget what home is.

So you go for long drives every night. Being out on your own is the only time anything feels right. The highway is your place to hide. Park your crappy old car and crack open a beer or a bottle of wine and stare up at the stars all alone on the roadside.

Now Jax Fucking Teller stops by every time when he passes you by while he’s out for a ride.

It happens a lot. It’s become a whole thing but you act like it’s not. Carry on like the enemy lines between your life and his strike a deep divide, stark black and white. Whatever went down when he talked to your husband had started a whole fucking fight.

You don’t talk about it. You don’t really talk about shit. Just the weather and old bikes and how to take care of your leather and what kind of music you like. Somehow night after night though it feels like he’s made his way somewhere inside.

He’s in your heart and that’s not right because he never got an invite.

That shit he said—he won’t let you forget. It’s not the kind of thing you can dismiss. “Look, I know this is none of my business. But darlin’, I know what it’s like being stuck in so deep you can’t see shit.”

There’s pain on your face that the passage of time won’t erase and he knows how to read it.

You wonder if he could heal it with his touch.

Hide that thought with a cough. Roll your eyes with a huff. “You think you know so much.”

“I know enough.”

You don’t answer aloud—some emotion you can’t even label won’t let the words out—do you, though? What the hell do you know.

You don’t have a clue that I live for these dumb fucking trysts on the side of the highway together.

Shut up and just get back to telling me how well you treat your old leather.

If you knew better, honestly, you’d stay the fuck away from me, Jax Teller.

***************

He never stayed away. Not for a day. Not till the night you finally told him to. But even in his absence his existence ruined you.

Tonight you said you didn’t know what even brought him here. And through the tears, that shit felt true. But realize now as he reminds you—as the blue of his gaze seeks you out and finds you—fucking binds you—yeah, you do.

Self-hatred always found a way to blind you.

“This your doing?” Jax asks with a glance toward the warehouse that’s wrapped up in fire and damn near to ruin. He asks though he already knew.

You nod. Even here in the black of the night and the blazing gold light still his eyes are so beautifully blue. Just—ugh, God. You remember when you first fell hard for that hue. From the day he set foot in your town you were screwed.

“I’m just done,” you explain as the flames that you set crackle on. “The whole club has gone mad after they learned the truth about him, and they’re even more dangerous without him. The last thing they need is a house full of guns.”

On some level you know it was a fucking stupid decision. You’re burning not only a shitload of weapons, but also a whole lot of bridges. The rule is that old ladies don’t ever mess with club business. Definitely not the wife of the king who got killed once his ass was dismissed. For as long as you live now you’ll be on their hit list. The target of all those unhinged sons of bitches. The MC won’t rest till you’re finished.

And that’s just fine given that you have a death wish. Don’t even know anymore what living is.

Can’t help but think of all the wicked sins your husband had committed as you watch those bridges burn. His evil really knew no limits. The blood he’d shed, so long keeping it secret. Women. Kids. Multiple men from his own club including his former Vice President. Everyone in attendance at one of his family events. Just for the sake of some twisted political expedience. He’d made it out to be a tragic accident, and his men had all believed him and were fools for every lie that stained his tongue. Until they weren’t. “You know—I wasn’t even shocked to learn. Like, hell, it made my stomach turn. Honestly though, given everything I knew about him all along...”

Given the shit he did to you. You should’ve known there was no telling what a man like that would do. The way your weakness made him strong.

“The fact that I stayed with and stood beside someone who did such fucking wrong...”

Jax hears your voice catch in your throat and takes a step closer to catch you as you crumble and you let yourself with him because you want to.

“Hey.” There’s so much want in every word he dares to say. “Hey, it’s okay. That’s not on you.”

Why are his eyes so fucking blue. Can’t even see them as your pain cleaves you together and you cry into the leather but the flame-blue burns your soul straight fucking through. Until you see the pain within you from his view.

“You never knew,” he reassures you, and it’s true. “About the lies he told. The blood he shed. And even if you had—Y/N, it’s not your fault. Not at all. None of that.”

He pulls you in so tightly toward him and it hurts so fucking bad.

You wish you could be mad.

You wish you could feel anything toward him other than the thing you do feel, which is seriously way too fucking real.

You’re terrified of needing him or needing anyone ever again, ‘cause if you ever let that happen, then you’ll never fucking heal.

Or so you tell yourself. Condemn yourself to hell.

Self-hatred always found a way to blind you.

Blue eyes always seem to find you.

***************

You don’t remember when you ever got his number.

No, you really can’t remember.

But you did. At some point in the several months you’ve spent—colliding with each other, time and time again, pretending it’s an accident—one of those nights the motherfucker offered you his digits. You accepted like an idiot.

And now you’ve called it. And you’ve never felt like such a sad pathetic piece of shit.

Voice cracks just like the wounds your man has left on you. Some on your skin, though not as bad as those that hit deeper within. Scars of the words that break what little strength is left in you. “J-Jax, can you…”

“Hey. Hey, Y/N are you okay?” he gets that you can’t answer that and knows to meet you where your sorry ass has gone and parked your car, out on the highway. “Just stay—just stay where you are, I’m on my way.”

He arrives and you thank him but won’t let him hold you. Afraid of what you might let happen if those arms enfold you. That you would crawl back to your man and that he’d smell your shame right away, and know that you’d put out for someone else to lay. Punish you worse for being so faithless and worthless just as he had always told you.

You want someone—this damn Son—to take you and fuck you as if it’s okay, but you can’t let him hold you. Too poor to afford the steep price you would pay.

There’s a long road between you and Jax but somehow you feel closer to home when you meet in the middle. “Can we just talk a little?” you say.

Shoot the shit for a minute. Small talk because big is off-limits.

Until it isn’t.

Get to talking about that first day he rode into your town, and just what had gone down. Jax assures you he didn’t mean war, and you’ve heard it from others before. Really didn’t.

The Sons had intended to forge an alliance but your man was set on defiance. Contended his club could take care of its own turf without help from some old MC with a crap reputation for chaos and violence.

Jax remembers just what he had said in that moment. How he had eyed you from across the room wondering how such a piece of scum scored such a woman. The scumbag already had one of his hands on his gun but Jax wasn’t scared of it. “I told him that he couldn’t take care of shit. That he had the most beautiful wife in the world and that she looked neglected. Guess the truth pissed him off more than I had expected.”

And that was when your spell of trysts with Jax Fucking Teller went to shit.

Those words he just said... took the space that you’d opened for him in your heart and just shut it and wrecked it.

Neglected? Neglected? Back then, you had been. You were lonely within your own skin. Lack of love drove you mad. But at least most of your skin had still been intact—had come under attack, a few times but it wasn’t too bad—until Jax.

Your pain blinds you. His presence reminds you. The stars in the sky fade to black as the pain of his presence pulls words from your mouth you can’t ever take back.

“Do you realize what you fucking did?”

Your pain twists up the facts, turns them around. Paints every lie you tell yourself as truth till you believe it. He’s to blame for every hit. For every time that hand came down.

“He never struck me harder than the day you came to town. Every night after that. It’d never been so fucking bad. I always thought I was just in my fucking head, but now you’ve told me what you said...”

The blue flames in his gaze are dying. “Y/N.”

You turn and fumble for your keys to drive away because you’d rather crash your car than ever let him see you crying.

“Y/N...”

“No!” you shout the word into the dark—little bitch in you beaten so hard that she almost forgot how to bark—sacred word, one you’ve so often uttered—but this time it’s different. This time the man here in front of you hears it and you know he’ll listen. “No. I’m fucking done, Jackson. Don’t ever come anywhere near me again.”

***************

He comes near.

Rides the tide of your tears.

“I’m right here.”

Right where you’d always wanted him. Hate him because you’re afraid to belong to him. All the lines blur yet with Jax Fucking Teller the beat of your heart is so clear.

“He’s gone. Y/N, he’s gone.”

The blaze of the fire you’d set rages on. Reminds you of the cigarette burns that have left lasting marks. How you’d choke as if wrapped up in smoke when that hand met your throat. Picture Jax pounding you on the side of the road. Wonder if he would see all your scars in the dark.

Wonder if he’d make new ones.

Some part of you knows that he won’t. Yet some part of you worries that it’s all you’re worth and deep down all you want.

Ghost is still here to haunt.

And it feels even closer the harder you cling to his leather-clad shoulders. Each word that he mutters. “It’s done. It’s all over. He’s gone.”

All that shit is behind you. He’s gone and he won’t ever find you. Ties no longer bind you. And yet still the feel of your own skin reminds you.

But Jax is right here and the blue of his gaze is so clear and he wants to undo all the pain that you’ve carried for years. Wants to fucking unwind you.

He won’t till you let him inside you.

Here tonight—your hands no longer tied, heart spread open as wide as the sky stretching over the roadside—you do.

Meet his lips with your own, and the fire he breathes renders ash of your bones.

All your life till this kiss you were fucking alone.

The kiss deepens—the axis of all the world steepens—he pushes you up on the hood of your car, and devours you as if he cares who you are, swallowing all the truth of your moans.

Kisses hard, deep and strong. All the smoke from his lungs you can taste on your tongue. You had always thought this would feel wrong. You were wrong all along. Nothing ever felt nearly as right as it does here tonight. You’re falling and the ghost of your past life fades so fucking far that you can’t hear it calling and start to lose sight.

When the tunnel is where you belong, who the fuck needs the light.

Jackson pulls back to take in the view—view of you—just as those goddamn eyes always do—and you burn in that bright blaze of blue.

From the ashes he renders you new.

Knows you’re more than the sum of your scars, his hands soft on your skin yet so rough with your clothes as he tears them and scatters them over the hood of your car. Stops to take in the beauty no damage could mar. Gold by light of the fire and silver by light of the stars.

The pause doesn’t last long once he notices how soaked you are.

Can’t even take the time to leave a trail of kisses down your torso—wants that bad but wants his tongue deep in your slick folds even more so.

And Jax Fucking Teller takes just what he wants.

Now as he finally sees your want glistening all across your dripping fucking cunt.

Next thing you know he has his lips latched tight around your throbbing clit and two thick fingers pumping deep inside your slit. Sheer pleasure screams throughout you till you’re bursting at the seams and have no damn clue what to do with it. You’ve never felt anything like this in your wildest fucking dreams and when your pussy floods his perfect face he isn’t even through with it.

His mouth and fingers make you cum undone again. Again. God among men. More sacred than whatever god created him.

You can’t believe you ever hated him.

You never really did. Just feared the pull of love and pushed it off as if your sorry ass could twist it to the opposite. Swore enmity against this fucking stupid piece of shit.

After the shot that you had fired months ago, to seal his status as your foe, you can’t believe he fucking wants you. Ghost of what you did still haunts you.

Maybe he just wants to punish you for that by ravishing your heart. Only to turn around and rip it right apart. You have no reason to believe that but the broken bitch inside of you still taunts you.

Bitch unworthy of the bliss of being loved by someone you want to belong to.

***************

The Sons never meant to wage war.

But once war has been waged, Jesus Christ does it rage. Rage till both sides lose track of the score. Score’s not even the point anymore.

It’s been seven years since you and Jackson first met. It’s been six and a half since the last time the two of you sat at the side of the road, and your pain and self-hatred decided to fucking explode, and you told him to fuck off forever and spent every day since then trying so hard to forget.

Every so often you and Jax cross paths and glare daggers at one another. Some insults are muttered. You cling to your man, because if ever you tried to run he’ll make damn sure that you never can. Makes sure you know that any man who tries to take you from him will end up good and dead. You would, too. Says he loves you so much that he’d sooner kill you than lose you. Drills it into your head. Till the only place you can feel safe is the hell of his bed.

In the time since then Jax went and married someone. A respectable woman. A doctor.

He lost her.

Though your husband and his club had nothing to do with that loss, they were obviously the first suspects and Jax thought a serious line had been crossed.

And yet that wasn’t what set him off. Though the loss had been rough, he was strongly advised not to slaughter the king of the rival MC for the sake of lost love. Wouldn’t bring his wife back from death’s claws. There would be hell to pay and revenge wouldn’t be worth the cost.

He rides into your town just to talk.

Just to talk to your husband and sort some shit out. Talk when there’s really nothing to talk about. Just as he’d done seven years ago when you first dreamed of impaling yourself on his Prince Charming cock.

Doesn’t knock. Barges right onto enemy turf and he sees you there—stops to stare—not in the way passing strangers might gawk. In that way of a man who gives too many fucks. It’s been a few months since the two of you last saw each other, and you’re… in a state. Not too great. Bruises makeup can’t cover up right, scars all over your hide.

You had cried Jax’s name out while dreaming one night.

You were sleeping but hell if your husband cared how desperately you apologized, how fucking hard you denied. Reminds you every chance that he gets that you’re his prize. His bride. You’re the score that he’s won in this war and he keeps you with great fucking pride.

Keeps his score on your skin. Your heart might not be his but your body was always a battle he knew how to win.

Jax had never seen you quite like this—hell, you had never been quite like this—and he starts seeing red at the sight. It’s no longer about just the fact that his old lady died.

It’s about something deeper, whole seven years deeper, and suddenly he’s in the role of the reaper. He came here to talk but now he means to fight.

You’re no fucking damsel and you don’t want a knight.

Hell, who gave him the right—

Summons your man outside. Punches thrown. Colors shown. For a moment he looks even more like a beast than the one that beats you every night. Makes him bleed. Breaks him down to the bone. For a moment it looks like he just might succeed and you picture yourself riding into the sunset with him on the back of his noble black steed.

Having everything you fucking need.

Everything you’re not worth.

That’s just sick selfish greed, to believe you belong with the most fucking beautiful man on the face of the earth.

He should go back to grieving his wife. Forget you ever entered his life.

Your heart stops as you notice your husband reaching for his knife.

No one else even dares to try pulling these two men apart, but you knew that this battle was doomed from the start. Jax can’t win it. He can’t. Even if he’s the last man to stand. If he draws fatal blood all the men of your club standing here will descend upon him and the few Sons he brought on this visit. They’ll all be struck dead in a minute. There’s no fucking chance.

So you reach for the gun in your bag and take it in your trembling hands.

You’re the reason this whole fight began and there’s only one way it can end.

Pause for one fucking second. Bite back every damn thing you feel for this man. If you can. You don’t hate him at all but you have to pretend.

Your shot hits the target just as you intend.

Sight of blood brings an end to the violence. The whole room is stunned into silence.

Even his blood is beautiful just as the rest of him. Spills down his arm now that you’ve finally gotten the best of him. Finally proven you’re not worth his care or concern. Hope the lesson is learned. Let the bright hope of love that was born seven long years ago crash and burn.

Blue eyes wide as they rise to meet yours. Without words he implores. Begs you to make him believe you’d been aiming instead at the beast on the floor.

Who the fuck were you aiming for?

In silence you answer with some bitter truth woven into the sarcastic half-lie you tell—for myself. Obviously. I fucking missed. Now get the hell away from me. From all of this.

In silence he stands to his feet and swears to stay the fuck away from you forever and good God, you hope he keeps that fucking promise.

You’re a good shot. One of few skills in this sorry little life you’ve got. You knew he came here clad in a bulletproof vest. He’d have been fine even if somehow you had missed the arm and hit him in the chest.

On some level he knows. On some level he doesn’t, though. Believes that he would’ve deserved that fatal blow.

If anyone on earth can match your level of self-hate it’s Jackson Teller.

Maybe that parallel is why you might’ve had such a beautiful dark twisted fairytale with him. He won’t even blame you if you meant to kill him. Just wishes your aim had been better.

But out loud the mad king of Charming has pride and resents you for dealing a wound that spilled blood on his well-treated leather.

Casts one last look at you and your man as he rides out of town with his brothers. “You two fucking deserve each other,” he mutters. “Hope you burn in hell together.”

***************

For six months after that you did.

You burrowed deeper in the hellhole of your life and ran and hid.

Your man was still a piece of shit. But for the first time in these seven years since Jackson Teller first rode into town, there was less force behind each hit. Some nights the hand stopped coming down. At least for just a little bit.

Scumbag was so dumb that he thought that he had won, now that he’d seen Jax take a bullet from your gun. Hell, he was proud.

The Sons and your husband’s MC just carried on as mortal enemies and every passing day intensified the rivalry that had been vowed.

So it worked out. Jax would be better off without you in his life, without a doubt. Grieving his lovely doctor wife. And you would cry for him in dreams every damn night, in bed with fewer scars upon your hide thanks to the trigger you had pulled to end that fight. And pray to hell you’d never say his name aloud.

***************

They say it’s a fine line between love and hate.

You’d beg to differ in your present state.

You’d say the line is thick—and rough—and coarse. Girth of his dick. Scrape of his scruff. Rasp of his voice heavy and hoarse. “That was the best pussy I ever ate. Can’t get enough. Think you can take this dick, you filthy little whore? ‘Cause I can’t wait… to fucking wreck this tight wet cunt of yours.”

Whether or not it’s fine you know the line’s not straight.

It twists and turns and breaks you as it burns and fuck you didn’t want to love him but you do and it’s too late.

What brought you here. Sworn enemy buried balls deep inside your soaking core and fucking you to tears. It’s the most epic sex you’ve had in fucking years.

In all your life.

Truth cuts you open and you let yourself fall deeper on the knife. His massive shaft, cracking your love and hate in half, splitting you open like an axe. So hot—oh God—yes Jax—forget last night you were still someone else’s wife.

Tethered for too long to a piece of shit who treated you like property. Now here you are beneath a golden god of anarchy—your dead husband’s archenemy—who fucks you like you’re property but somehow seems to love you like you’re somebody.

They say the line is fine but you’d say it doesn’t exist. You were his before he even entered the premises.

You’re in love with your arch-fucking-nemesis.

***************

The rough of the road feels so soft relative to the hell of your marital bed.

It’s a sweet fluffy heavenly cloud. Kind of shit fairytale princesses dream about. By this hour of night you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum with those hands and that mouth, as he ate your whole soul out. Of how many times you’ve begged him to let you give him head, swallow down the sweet load that you already can’t live without. Of how many times that godlike cock of his split your cunt open and ravaged you dead.

Make the road proud. Make up for all the times those years ago when you two had just sat beside the road and watched the stars and talked instead.

For all the years you’d both been wed. To lovers, monsters, other than each other. All the tears you both have shed. The way your hearts broke as they bled.

You kiss the scar your bullet left upon his arm just to remind him that you’d never want him dead. Make sure he gets that through his stupid fucking head.

He gets it now. Knew all along somehow.

He hates himself a little less when he loves you. A lot less now you finally want him to. It’s all he ever wants to do.

Jax Teller always struck you as a man who wastes no time in claiming everything he wants.

Part of you wonders why it took him so damn long to claim your cunt.

Ask him about it as the stars silently watch. “But all those nights beside the road you never even tried to touch…”

Beams like the fucking moon above. Those blue eyes silver-bright with love. “I wanted you too much.”

It doesn’t make sense but it doesn’t really have to.

Lazy fingers trace the lines of his tattoo. The fire that you set beside the road begins to fade now as the fire in your hearts blazes on madly. “Now you have me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Your own worst nemesis was only ever you.

The girl you hate Jax Teller came to love. The woman he believes is good enough. More than enough. He always knew. And through those eyes of blue it’s true.

He won’t stop fucking you and loving you till you believe it, too.

***************

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