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apples4day · 22 days

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BLAME || Yandere! TDWT x Fem! Reader

1/2 EPISODE THREE (Super Happy Crazy Fun Time Japan)

This is part 5 of my series, go read the parts before if you haven’t!!

Noah gave you a weird look as you stood up to follow behind Alejandro. He didn't say anything though.

Alejandro was already sitting down in the confessional. As if he were about to speak to the camera but turned to look at you when you walked inside. "So Y/n, what exactly is my plan? You say you already have me figured out, but this is only the third episode." He said, gesturing for you to sit on the counter next to the sink. You propped yourself up, swinging your feet.

Alejandro was slightly worried that you had him all figured out, but he doubted it. He figured you just knew that he was planning to flirt with everyone. Which is true, but it isn't his whole plan. "You really switch up when your alone with people, huh? Calling me sweet little nicknames and caressing me, and then being all formal and intimidating when we're alone." You pointed out, smiling because you thought it was amusing how he changes when he talks to you. Not in a good way.

"Why? Do you like how I call you cariño and kiss your hand?" He smirked, starting to think that you were falling for him. "No playboy, it's just amusing. Plus why would I? You do it to every girl here, even Heather."

"Yeah? Would you like me to only do it to you?" He continued, trying to get you to say something that would make it seem like you had fallen for him.

"Oh shut it. Your whole plan is to flirt your way to the money. Bridgette is already your dog, who's next? Leshawna? You'll just get rid of everyone after they no longer serve a purpose to you. That's your plan. It's so obvious. Heather has it figured it out too, her reactions say so. Now that me and her know, you're definitely not gonna last more than two episodes before I get rid of you. You're a real threat." You said, basically exposing everything you thought of him.

It would've been smart not to say literally EVERYTHING but jerks like him always got on your nerves. He looked interested, but not threatened. "It's so cute how you think you can vote me out. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm already well liked. You have nothing, Heather has nothing, so cut it out cariño before you get a one way ticket home."

You blinked awkwardly. You hadn't thought about that yet. So threatening him wasn't exactly the best option. "But ill give you another option because you look like a kicked puppy. You can either join me in an alliance or have me get everyone against you. It won't be hard to do that, like you said, Bridgette is already head over heels. Most of the guys here adore me. So?"

This backfired for you. More than you expected it to. You weren't expecting this whole thing to go well, but definitely not to be given an ultimatum. "I know this isn't something you can decide on quickly. So I'll give you until the end of the next challenge. Pick wisely." He stood up and left. Leaving you sitting on the sink in shock.

That..didn't go as planned. I couldn't even get a word in while he was telling me my options.

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When you finally went back to economy, team victory was there too. Without Ezekiel, as expected. You didn't know where you guys were heading next but figured it would be at least 4 hours. You didn't wanna sit next to Alejandro, so you sat in between Owen and Noah.

"So..Noah. Where do you think we'll go next?"

"Hopefully somewhere where I can get away from these basket cases."

You laughed lightly, before leaning against the plane walls(?) and sighing. "I'm gonna get some rest. You should too." He nodded, glancing at you.

—

When you woke up, Owen was sweating a crap ton and Noah was reading a book. Team victory was doing whatever across from you. "AHH IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!" Owen yelled. Noah gave him a weird look, "stop sweating lunchbox, air travel is like the fifteenth safest mode of transportation unless you're in a death trap."

You looked around, this looks like a death trap nerd.

A hole in the plane opened up, you decided to comment and add to Noah's sentence. "This one for example." Everyone began screaming. Noah grabbed onto you, and you grabbed onto him and the seat. Once again, basically cuddling. Just like when Chris was making a whole ass tornado with his megaphone.

"AHH"

Leshawna was clawing at the seat, trying not to get killed. "This is not the way Leshawna is leaving this world!" She said, right before she couldn't hold on anymore and starting flying to the hole.

Alejandro grabbed onto her at the last moment and pulled her close to him. "Such beauty will not fall into giant air plane holes on my watch!" You rolled your eyes at the scene but continued cuddling with Noah. 😘

Owen's safety harnesses broke and he got pulled into the hole, closing it up with his body. Harold looked a bit upset, "I could've done that I just prefer to leave the ladies wanting more." You and Noah looked at each other with wide eyes before awkwardly letting go. "Uh..sorry?" You said, he nodded slowly before turning away in embarrassment.

"She wants more alright, more Alejandro." DJ replied to Harold. "DJ you know nothing about women." Harold said.

Leshawna looked like she was enjoying the touch. "You can put me down now, I mean if you wanted! Or not, heh, your choice, heh. Because this is nice.." Leshawna placed her head on his chest. "Mhm..nothing." DJ said to Harold.

"Not that this isn't fascinating at all, BUT HELP MY BUTT IS BEING SUCKED OUT OF A PLANE." Everyone ignored Owen's cries for help. Leshawna looked like she was in heaven. Harold was kind of upset, DJ looked smug, Izzy was..Izzy, and you and Noah were looking like tomatoes due to embarrassment.

"So um.." Noah began, picking his book up. "Uh..what are you reading?" You asked, your face still flushed. His was too though.

"This is your captain speaking, it's time for everyone to join me in the common area. And I mean EVERYONE." Chris' voice was heard throughout the whole plan. You were quick to get up, not wanting to feel the tension with Noah anymore.

You decided to stand next to DJ, you hadn't talked to him since the introduction. "Welcome to today's challenge! Its-" Harold cut off Chris, "is it a reward or elimination challenge?" Chris raised his finger, "good question Harold andddd like I'm gonna tell ya!" Tyler began whispering. "Two of us got booted out last time, so today has reward written all over it." Lindsay began fantasizing, "I could use a reward! I hope it's candy. Or a whole bunch of shoes, or shoes made of candy!"

Chris is unpredictable, it honestly could be another elimination round. You thought, glancing to Chris.

"And I hope you all brought your giant radioactive monster repellent because we're about to land in JAPAN!" Chris gestured to some doors, that chef broke out of in what seemed like a cultural outfit. "Gosh you guys! That's totally a Chinese outfit." Harold said, you glared at him to shut up.

"Thank you Harold. Now remember, anyone who doesn't sing-" Chris continued, but Harold kept going. "You'd just- you'd really think you'd work harder to get it right!"

"Harold! Anyone who doesn't sing is immediately disqualified-" anddd guess what? Harold cut him off again, "your cultural insensitivity is just- GOSH- I mean- gosh!"

"Harold shut up." You said, earning a few looks.

Chris gave Chef a look, and chef went to slice open a door. Everyone was immediately sucked out of the plane.

"AHHH"

"HELPPP"

You and DJ looked at each other with wide eyes before screaming. Somehow you ended up floating over to Noah, and once again...clinging onto each other. (Wow!) The musical bell went off and everyone stopped screaming. "Seriously? I mean..seriously?!" Noah yelled.

Chris peaked out of the plane, "sing! And I might think about saving your musical buttocks, maybe you'll try harder this time ay?"

When everyone is listing what they wanna do before they die, you sing after DJ and before Sierra. "Strangle Harold"

You continued falling, looking down at what seemed to be a giant bowl of rice. Then you only saw darkness, and felt someone stepping on you. You got to the top of the rice and stuck your head out, only to see Lindsay stepping on you. "Oh my gosh! I'm sooo sorry...by the way, you're actually so pretty!!" She said, helping you up. You smiled at her, "it's fine. And thank you, you are too. I love your hair."

She squealed and grabbed your arm, leading you away. "I can already tell we're gonna be besties!!" So now you were standing with team victory, Lindsay was holding onto your arm. You probably should be with your team, but honestly you didn't mind having a cute girl on your arm. "Okay! First challenge is inside a Japanese game show studio. Bow down before super human mega pinball smash!" Chris said, a giant pinball machine was revealed.

Tyler and Harold cheered. Chris hit the gong and began speaking, he explained the rules and game. "So teams! Select a ball guy or gal, victory?" He asked.

"We choose DJ," Leshawna replied. DJ looked shocked. "We do?" Chris threw a panda at DJ, and DJ began panicking and exaggerating some 'curse.' The panda began scratching and biting DJ and you winced. "Awww!! Cute!" Chris said. You looked at Lindsay and then smiled, "hey Lindsay. I'm gonna head over to my team, I'll see you around."

"Okay!! Bye bestie!" She waved rapidly. You stood next to Tyler. "Team Chris is really really really really hot?" Chris asked. Your whole team began looking away. Noah put his pointer fingers together, "I'm uh, I'm allergic to panda dander. I get hives." Tyler pointed at Noah, "what he said."

You decided to take one for the team, "I'll do it." Chris looked like he didn't wanna give you the panda but began getting ready to throw it. Your whole team looked a little surprised, not expecting you to want to do it. "Allow me, señorita." Alejandro said, smirking. Chris looked more pleased with that and instead aimed the panda at him. "Wicked! Incoming!" The panda looked like it was gonna attack but..

The minute Alejandro caught it, it became loving. Alejandro began baby talking to the panda. "Awww!!" Everyone said, except you. You were looking at DJ getting absolutely abused by his panda. "Anddd team Amazon?" Chris asked. Heather punched one of her hands into her other, "Gwen's face could use some remodeling." Both Gwen and Courtney looked mad.

"Nice, I hate to tell you but we're on the same team so you might wanna flip the witch switch back to off!" Gwen reminded. Courtney joined the conversation, "would you guys like some leadership? I'd be glad to choose-"

Cody had enough, "stop bickering! I'll do it!"

"You might wanna bring a toothbrush Cody because the beast you'll be sharing your space with is SIERRA!" Chris pointed to Sierra, who looked like she was foxy from fnaf. She jumped on Cody and squealed.

I kind of feel bad for Cody. I'll give him a break later by distracting her. You thought, furrowing your brows.

It was interesting to watch, especially DJ's ball because he and the panda were rolling around inside it. Cody was being harassed by Sierra. Alejandro was getting help from his panda. Your team had the most points. When Cody and Sierra finished, Cody fell to the floor with kiss marks all over his face.

You grimaced at the sight. "Ugh! If we got a point for every time she kissed me in there..." Sierra smiled at his sentence, "we'd be millionaires!"

CONFESSIONAL- CODY

Cody picked at his ear and pulled gum out of it. "Is this her gum?! EUGHEWWWW"

CONFESSIONAL- CODY; ENDED

When DJ finished, his panda looked on the verge of death. Even though DJ had scratches, the panda literally looked like it wasn't breathing.

CONFESSIONAL- DJ

"I can't believe I hurt that poor little cuddly- ah! My own tears, they're falling into my scratches!" DJ cried out.

CONFESSIONAL- DJ; ENDED

Alejandro finished last, and with the most points. The panda looked rather happy. Your team cheered. "With a score of 462000, team I am really really really really really hot takes the super human mega pinball smash! And wins a leg up in the next Japanese challenge." You smiled at the win.

DJ was still crying. "I wanna go home!"

Chris began his outro, "will we let him? Will T'sing T'sing the make a full recovery and give DJ and unplanned claw cut Mohawk? Stay tuned! There's more wacky cappy mackie teriyaki action after the break!"

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snwusberry · 2 years

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「 best friend 」

pairing: yeonjun x reader

warning(s): eating/food is mentioned, language.

genre: fluff

| Y/N |

"you're watching winx club again?" the voice of none other than yeonjun says in that judgemental tone of his.

"it's my comfort show." i tell him as he plops down next to me and starts watching it with me.

he always does this. he'll say whatever i'm watching is ass but then he'll watch it and start asking questions about what's going on. don't let that fool you, he'll say it's boring and that he's not interested. that's how he knows the whole plot of h2o.

"aww wait so she had to sacrifice herself?"

"yeonjun, just re-watch the whole season."

"nah im good thanks. i'd get bored." i roll my eyes at him. he clearly won't but i won't fight it.

"then stop asking questions."

"fine."

...

"why is it so hard for her to earn her enchantix?"

"yeonjun i swear to god."

he mumbles a small "sorry" before standing up to do whatever.

he returns to the living room with his phone and asks what i want for dinner. he's ordering takeout which he literally lives off of.

"uhhh...just order pizza, i don't fucking know."

he nods and walks off while i continue watching tv.

...

"DINNER IS HERE!!" his loud ass announces, bringing the two boxes of pizza.

there's no other way i'd wanna spend my saturday evening.

we've been friends since 10th grade when i came into the school all new, not knowing a single person. he saw how pathetic i looked sitting all alone everywhere i was so in pe he picked me to be his partner for the paired obstacle course. he just started talking to me randomly since then until he introduced me to his other friends and i just hung out with them everyday since then.

and now here we are in my apartment which he practically lives in. wherever he is, i'm there too and vice versa.

i remember one time he threw down shots of straight gin like he was drinking water and i had to nurse him after he threw up in the bathroom of some person's house we didn't even know. you can thank wooyoung for that. i guess you can say i've truly seen him at his worst, and lowest moments. of course i'm gonna stick by him through every moment.

"you know, i have an idea." yeonjun suddenly blurts out. i turn my attention to whatever he has to say, nodding my head to urge him to continue. "since my love life sucks, and your's is non-existent-"

i smack his forehead. well it's true, i've got no love life at all in the slightest bit. "mine might be non-existent but at least i never had a sam to deal with."

"hey, we don't mention them. that was horror." he pouted.

"you're telling me that. they were literally the worst. but love is blind i guess."

"haha, can i continue?" he deadpans and i motion for him to continue proposing his idea since i stuffed my face full. "you've got sauce all over your face."

he grabs a napkin and hands it to me. "thank you. go on"

"right. so let's say by like, 32, if we're both still single by then, then we should just marry each other."

i damn near choke. he said marry? "are you seriously proposing a marriage pact?" he nods his head.

"think about it, i'm not planning on ever leaving your side, like ever."

"damn right you won't, who else will be my equally sick inside the head other half?" i joke and he throws his head so fast and far back in laughter, damn near breaking his neck.

"and also, we're already soul mates anyway." he adds with a wide smile on his face.

ahh yes. we were labeled platonic soul mates by another one of our friends because of how close we had gotten in 12th grade. we knew each other so well already by then because we were practically attached by the hip.

"sure. i mean it's very likely that i'll still be single by then since i hate everyone. including you of course." he laughs before shaking his head

"yeah keep telling yourself that."

"you're right. i hate everyone except you. be honored."

"i am."

we continue eating while watching winx club together.

there's never a dull moment with him and i'm so glad to have him as my best friend.

another note: i'm trying to be as inclusive as possible to everyone for my one shots seeing that they are all x reader and you never know who's reading this so unless the mc is named, all of my one shots won't specify anything with regard to the reader.

#choi yeonjun #yeonjun #choi yeonjun txt #yeonjun txt #yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun imagines #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun fluff #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together

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muscle-red · 2 years

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*Idia has joined the chat*

Idia : Is everybody Up?

*Vil Has Joined the chat*

Vil: No

*Kalim has Joined the Chat*

Kalim : Yes!

*Jamil Has Joined the chat*

Jamil : Shut Up Kalim

Kalim : .....That wasn't very nice..

*Riddle Has Joined the Chat*

Riddle : Why are you waking us up!?

Idia : I got lonely

*Malleus Has Joined The Chat*

Malleus : I know how that feels...

*Sebek Has Joined The Chat*

Sebek : Y-

*Malleus has left the chat*

Sebek : :(

*Lilia & Silver have Joined the Chat*

Lilia : That is one way to reject someone..

Sebek : ahh Lilia-Sama!you're awake!

Silver : I'm Sleepy

Idia : Do you all want to play Among Us?

Silver :Is there a sleep mode?

Idia : No,But-

Silver : Then No thanks

*Silver & Sebek has left the Chat because Sebek got rejected and Silver is tired *

Idia : We could do it without Him..

Lilia : I'm up for it

Riddle : How!? It like Four AM

Lilia : Yeah....Why Are You Up?

*Flashback To Two AM*

*Riddle Dorm in Heartslabyul*

Riddle : He Love Me,He Loves Me Not,He Loves Me,He loves Me Not.

*Flower ends with No Petals Left over*

Riddle : This Flower is Useless...

*Flashback Over*

Riddle : I was busy Monitoring First Year's...

Lilia : At Three AM?

Riddle: Yes......You never said why You were up?

*Flashback to One AM *

*Diasomnia Dorm*

*Malleus and Lilia sitting down*

Malleus,Crying : I just don't understand does Yuu Not Love me?

Lilia : I Know How You feel...Let It all Out..

*Flashback Over*

Lilia : I got a job as a life coach...

*Trey has Joined The Chat*

Trey : Great Riddle Needs one..

Riddle : HEY!

Riddle : Wait I thought that was you're Job?

Trey : Doesn't mean I like it

Riddle : That's Mean

Idia : Are we gonna play or not?

*Everyone has Joined the Chat*

Adeuce : What's Happening?

Riddle : Ugh The Annoying one's are here

Adeuce : That's Mean

Riddle : The Truth hurts sometimes

Trey : I Taught Him something :)

Idia: Were gonna play Among Us. Does anyone wanna Join?

Everyone :No

*Everyone has left the chat besides some*

Lilia : I wanna play!

Idia : Really Lilia?

Lilia : No

*Lilia has Left the Chat*

Idia : :(

Ortho : I can Play With you brother!

Idia : You Cheat

Ortho : No I don't

Idia : You Hack the game

Ortho : No

Idia : Whatever..Besides We can't play with Only Two People?

*Neige has Joined The Chat*

Neige: I'll play!!

Idia : *sigh* I have no choice now....One more player then!

Ortho : Yay!

*Vil Has Joined The Chat*

Vil : I'll Play

Neige : Vil- Kun!

*Vil has mute Neige*

Idia : O_o

Vil : :)

Idia : Doesn't this ruin your "beauty sleep".

Vil : Yes

Idia : Then Why-

Vil : I wanna Kill Neige..and If Neige is Imposter I'll know cause I just will trust me and It's not like anyone will die cause he way To nice to kill anyone and I wanna throw him off the Ship by Voting him out.

Idia: You have been thinking about this for awhile haven't you..

Vil : .....Yes.....

*Neige has been unmuted ....Vil:sadly*

Neige : ......

Vil: .....

Neige : ......

Vil:You heard that didn't you? (I forgot Mute only Doesn't allow the person To Talk But can see the chat)

Neige :Every Last Word..

Vil : Well-

*Vil has left the Chat*

*Neige has chased after Vil To Hug Him cause he thinks he did something wrong and Left the Chat*

Idia : I'm guessing no more games :(

Ortho : Nope

Idia : Let's go

Ortho :Alright

*Chat has ended no More people Online*

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everestica · 1 year

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Hiyas!! Could I request an Akito x fem reader where they’re on a date at Ken’s cafe and everything’s goin fine except that ken (An’s dad)/An herself keep interrupting?? Its kinda vague but I hope you can work w it!! TY in advance <3

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Akito Shinonome x Fem!Reader - Interuption

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

Writing Type : Headcannons into Short Story

Warnings : Jealous Akito, A Mention of Kohane x An

A/N : AHH This was so cute! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy!<3 (PS I'm so sorry if this is long lol, I kinda just let my mind and fingers just do whatever.)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♪ - He didn't think to much of it at first when An kept coming over to your table, but after about 12 times he was annoyed by it.

♪ - You and HIM were on a date not you and An, so every time that she came over to the table and started talking to you he leaned back in the booth, crossed his arms, and gave her a sharp stare even though she couldn't see him.

♪ - When An had walked away you saw him and you kinda laughed at his pouting state, but when you asked him about it, he (of course) denied it but we all know he was totally annoyed and jealous.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It was now the 13th time that An had walked over to the table that you and your Boyfriend were sitting at.

"So (Name), how is everything" She asked as she walked back over to where you were at

"It's great! Thanks for checking in!" You responded back

"Great! Well if you need anything else let me know!" She said waving off to go check on another table

You could already tell that Akito was annoyed but he didn't wanna say anything about it. So you decided to bring it up instead.

"Hey" you said looking at him "What's wrong" you asked

He turned towards you away from looking at An to make sure that she wasn't coming back for the 14th time already.

"Nothing.." He said

He had his arms crossed on the table so you made him uncross them and you took his hands in yours.

"If your jealous you can tell me" you said laughing a little bit because he was clearly pouting because of this

"Fine, I am, but it's not my fault it was supposed to be our date and now I have to share you with An? That's not how this was supposed to go." You let go of his hands and when An came back over a couple minutes later and asked if you needed anything, you asked her for the check. You knew that it wasn't a good date unless both of you were happy being with each other and so you decided that it would be a better idea if the two of you just went home and watched a movie or something like that. Akito was a little surprised when you had asked An for the check, he thought that you had liked this place and was confused on why you wanted to leave, after you paid (despite Akito trying to take the bill 3 different times) you told him your plan while walking out, he was 100% okay with it and he was glad that you took his feelings into consideration. When the two of you went to his house Ena was on the couch watching a movie and when you two walked in she asked if you wanted to watch it with her, you agreed and you sat down on the side of the couch, Akito came up next to you and started snuggling you. The three of you watched the movie but before you could finished you had fallen asleep as well as Akito, Ena quickly snapped a couple pictures before turning off the movie and heading to her room for the night.<3

☪ - Bonus - ☪

When Akito had gone to school the next day he saw An talking with Toya, so he walked up to them.

"Ah there is LoverBoy" An said snickering at the ginger when he walked close to the two of his unit mates.

"LoverBoy" He questioned back at her

"Yeah, I saw how jealous you were when I was talking to your lovely girlfriend." She said recalling her shift last night

He then remembered what had happened and a blushed started to grow on his face.

"W-whatever, and for your information I wasn't jealous, I was annoyed" He said trying to prove something that was obviously false

"Righttt, and I'm dating Toya" She said with an unimpressed look.

That's when Toya decided to speak up

"Wait, I thought that you were dating Kohane..?" He asked An confused

"Ya know your really book smart but omgosh you really need to read the room dude." An said looking blankly and the blue haired male standing next to her.

"Anyway.." When she had turned back around to continue to tease Akito he was long gone, what she would have never found out though is that he was texting you about the whole thing and even though you went to a different school you still knew about all the issues that he had at his school.<3

#project sekai x reader #project sekai fluff #project sekai #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome fluff

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btskitten7 · 1 year

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Ａｒｒａｎｇｅｍｅｎｔｓｅｒｉｅｓ ~

‘ enjoy yourself ‘

➜fic pairing: female oc x maknae line

➜current wc: 2k

➜genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut. Domestic/casual relationships. Poly relationships

➜chapter warnings: slight smut. Fingering, oral (fem receiving)

➜chapter summary: the one where the arrangement forms 💜

And like that, you and Jimin developed a love only seen in movies. He loved you with everything in him and nothing less . You were his sunshine, shining a bright light into his life. He stayed in contact with your mother’s friend, she often asked him about you guys knowing you haven't really said much about it because you don't want it to be a jinx. "Everything is going well! We're about to head to the park a little later just for some fresh air!" Jimin would text her. You wanted to tell your family and friends about you and Jimin, not like some didnt already know. It's just that when something good happens, and you talk about it, something bad happens right after so you just didn't want ruin anything. You had a lot of worries coming into a relationship with Jimin. He's ultimately your best friend, besides Rae. He's the only one that understands you and really cares for you, you've always wanted to be with him but you never want to lose him, and your afraid that you will if something bad happens in this relationship.

You thought this constantly, like now. You're laying in bed, supposed to be asleep but yet you sitting here watching your angel sleep peacefully. He's so precious to look at. You had no idea what you did to deserve him but you glad you did whatever it was. You placed your hand into his and held it close to you.

Not meaning too, you woke Jimin up. His soft gaze met your eyes as he locked your fingers with his. "Are you alright my love?" He sleepy voice was so deep yet so cute. "I just wanted to be closer to you" you said despite the fact you both were in the same bed less than 10 inches apart. Jimin chuckled breathlessly. "Ahh my baby is so sweet huh?" He said pulling you closer to him, practically laying you on him. You listened to his heart beat as you both drifted back to sleep together. Many nights this happened and every night that it did, Jimin loved it.

The next morning|

"Can I ask you something Min?" You asked sitting in his lap. His hands, like clockwork, found your your hips and held them tight. "Yes baby, anything." You sighed. Taking a moment to find the right words, your eyes slowly drifted off to the side before continuing.

"Am I too clingy?" You asked. He looked at you and placing his phone down. Jimin was a little taken back by your sudden question. No one has ever asked him if they were clingy, it was always him asking if he was the clingy one. This was a new world for him.

It also made him question if he had ever made you feel like you were being too touchy.

"No, why?" He said giving you his full attention. "I just feel like, I require a lot of you I just don't wanna annoy you.." you said. Jimin smiled and kissed your lips. "I like it when your clingy" he said tracing his finger across your extremely low tank. “It makes me fall deeper in love with you” he finished. Your whole body started to gain chills as he did so. "What's under here baby?"

⚠️~~~~NSFW~~~~~⚠️

"Why don't you find out?" You smirked. Jimin smiled and pulled your tank down to reveal your breast, groaning at the sight of your already hardened nipples. Leaning up slowly, he took your right nipple in between his plump lips, sucking lightly while his hand played with the other. Soft moans escaped from your lips. "M-min" you moaned as he got more into it. Flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple, his hand found a way to your shorts. "Can I be in control again baby?" Jimin said switching over to his dom roll. You nodded, edger to see what sexual adventures he had in store for you today. "Use your words kitten" he demanded. "Yes sir" "good, what's the safe word?"

"Purple"

"Good girl" he said laying you back on table, careful to move any object that could possibly break. "I've been thinking Jagi, maybe we should have a little extra fun." He said kissing your neck slowly undressing the rest of you. "O-oh? What kind of extra fun?" You asked melting underneath his touch. "What do you think about Taehyung joining us?" Jimin asked. You sat up, stunned. "Huh? Joining us how?" "Joining us as in, playing a role in our sexual desires, he finds you very attractive, he said he'll do anything you want him to. Only if you're up for it, in no way Jagi am I forcing this on you. " Jimin said getting more serious as he looked at the look on your face. You were nervous about having Taehyung look at you without any clothes on, it took you some time for Jimin to even to see you without any clothes. "I don't know Min. I don't think I'm-" you started "if you're about to down yourself then I suggest you don't say anything at all. You're beautiful kitten, from your head to your toes, you are perfect to me. I know Taehyung thinks so too and if he makes you feel uncomfortable should we invite him I'll kick his ass." Jimin told you sternly. You thought about it for a second. "W-will you guys go slow and wait till I'm comfortable?" You asked on a soft timid voice. Jimin held your chin and kissed your lips. "We won't do a thing until you're comfortable, tonight he can just crash in the guest room until your comfortable with him even being in the same room." You nodded. "Okay okay"'

You’d be lying if you said this “situation” didn’t make you nervous. It’s not like you felt you looked bad but it was more of the fact that someone other than Jimin would have the same access to you as he does.

“You sure you won’t be jealous? I don’t want to overstep..or make you uncomfortable” you asked cause Jimin to chuckle and rub your thighs.

“I don’t have a reason to be jealous. You aren’t his girlfriend, you still belong to me”

It took you a few nights, starting off with Tae just simply watching to him participating. Tae was just as caring for you as Jimin was. He meant what he said. Anything you wanted him to do, he'll do it, never questioning you unless it made him uncomfortable which never happened. This went on for a few months before ultimately, Taehyung joined the sexual relationship and moving in. Jimin made it clear to Tae that he only planned on sharing you in the sense of his sexual desires & fantasies, he wasn't trying to share you relationship wise although he didn't mind if you guys did things as a couple in the house, whatever happens, happened. Jimin didn’t want to constrict you but he also didn’t want Taehyung to think he is now in the boyfriend position. At first Tae didn't mind, he wasn't necessarily looking for a relationship, he enjoyed the fun you guys had but things started to change when his feelings for you grew stronger and stronger as the months went by, more and more he felt as if you were now his girlfriend too. He kept his feelings from Jimin but once he stopped going on dates and deleted all his dating apps as well as any female number he had in his phone that he was sexually attracted to, Jimin began to put two and two together.

Jungkook had gotten word about your little arrangement and only wanted to see how it worked. He knew Jimin was jealous and he also knew Tae was possessive when it came to someone he really liked. There was no way they were about to share you and not one fight break out.

Jungkook was intrigued, to say the least.

But he stood corrected and in fact, he found himself getting involved. Jimin told him the same rules. "If she doesn't feel comfortable, you don't force her, even if your in Dom persona. I don't care, if she tells me you've made her feel like shit I'll kick your ass" Jimin said sternly. "She doesn't like it rough all the time, sometimes she'll ask but I doubt it, it's very rare that she does" Tae added, Jimin nodded. "She likes being cuddled when you're done, after care is a must, Kitten is allowing all three of us to please her and she's pleasing all three of us, that can take a toll on her so please don't skip out on after care, even if she refuses. If you need help I'll help you" Jimin stated "she like vanilla, citrus, and any fruit, flower,

Or soft scents, she relaxes best that way" Tae added. The two men spoke so fondly of you. They really needed Jungkook to understand and treat you like the princess they’ve always did. Kook was taken back by everything his Hyungs were telling him. Yes it's all important and he'll make a point to do everything well but... damn. "Do I need to sign a fucking waiver or something?" Jungkook joked causing the two boys to laugh. "Just don't fuck with my angel"

Later ~~~~

"You enjoying yourself baby girl?" Jimin asked looking down at your love faces. Sweat was collecting on your forehead as you twisted and turned against his fingers. Just 30 minutes ago you were laying on Jimin's lap telling him about your day now you're fighting against his Lengthy fingers. Your head was in his lap squirming against him as he pumped his digits in your warms slit. "Kook continue," he said as he pulled his fingers away and allowed kook to attach his lips back to your core. "O-oh fuck," you said opening your legs wider-reaching for kook's Hair. Jimin quickly slapped your hands away. "What did I say, honey?" He said sternly which sent another shock wave straight to your pussy. "N-n-no touching." You moaned out. Kook loved hearing you be fully submissive to his Hyung, it quite turned him on.

It encourages him.

While you were wrapped it into Kook and Jimin, there was Taehyung, patiently waiting for his turn, dick throbbing through his boxers, aching just to touch one part of you. He wanted to come to rip you apart from the two and lay you in his bed, sinking his dick deep inside your core.

Passionately fucking you while he watched your rub your clit and held your breast arching your back against him. That how they knew you were at your wit's end. But Tae never gave you and Jimin any trouble, he was always a good boy, that's why he always got rewarded more.

Jimin held onto your hands above your head to prevent you from touching anything, even yourself. You wanted to cum but you wanted more needed more, Jimin taught Kook and Tae how to tease you, how to make you crazy, and ever since they've been doing just that.

"Taehyung. Come."

Excited, Taehyung jumped up and walked overlooking over the younger one curling his fingers and dipping his tongue in your warm slit. He wanted to taste you so bad, but he wanted to be good. " I want you to play with Kitty hm? I want you to make her feel good" Jimin said moving from underneath you and letting tae take his place. Tae knew your body, he's been doing this thing with you and Jimin for awhile. He planted sweet kisses all over your neck and face, taking your breast and rotating them in his hand earning him a whine from the double pleasure.

Jimin sat back on the chair in the room and watched his two best friends please his woman. He didn't want to touch himself, this wasn't for his pleasure but for yours but fuck he couldn't handle it. It was a sexy sight and he created it. He took himself out of his pants starting with a slow rub, looking at every way they were pleasing you. "F-fuck oh fuck! Yes r-right there" you moaned as Tae added a finger alongside with kook while sucking your left nipple while kook was sucking on your thighs. "Fuck that's hot," Jimin said palming himself to your pants.

What could possibly go wrong?

#bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts #bts smut drabble #bts angst #bts taehyung #bts jimin

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wafflehousec-137 · 1 year

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I’ve always wanted to be a writer or any sort of content creator lol so I’ve finally decided to write something that’s not for an assignment, I kinda feel like the assignment writings were better but idk what do you think? Do you like it? What’s good about it And what can I improve?

Untitled boat story Part -1

Oh come on it won't be that bad!” She said with a flirty overtone. I couldn't possibly go with her or any of them for that matter, they're all too chaotic and adventurous. “I'm sorry but I think it just won't be safe enough for all 5 of us to be in one boat, it could tip or eve-”, she cut me off with a punch to the shoulder. “Like i said it will be FINE, if Jamie or Chuck try anything ill tell them to stop and you know Keith is harmless.”. “Ugh okay ill go but you guys gotta be careful.'' I groaned.

When we all reached the pier I was confused, there was no boat or anything. Jamie, Keith, and she was with me at the pier but I started to wonder where Chuck could've been. I started to ask she and Jamie but before I could even get a single syllable out we all bolted in sporadic direction hoping to escape whatever hellish sound is barreling towards us. A roar that engulfed the entire sky came crashing out of the trees behind us and were faced with a possibly worth fate then death itself, Chuck. Not just Chuck, Chuck with a heavy ATV vehicle and a boat attached to the back. “AHH HAHA That was priceless you guys are a bunch of pussies!”. Chuck hollered at us like a overgrown school bully. Jamie started laughing with him as keith just started collecting shells it seemed like the introductions have been made and i might be started to reget my decision. “Yea Okay assholes try something like that when were off at sea and you'll be dancing with jack ketch!”. Chuck and Jamie didn't seem to care but when She actually stook up for me i felt as if i had a chance to survive in this word for once.

“Alight maties!” Chuck spouted out standing tip of the boat. “Hey Keith you got what you need?”, “Yea Chucky hut I got sea shells to sell by the sea shore for sure!”, “Oh stop it you two we’ve waisted enough time” Jamie grabbed her bag that was in the sand and threw it into the boat showering her in some ground up pebbles. Which was quite therapeutic for me. “Well is the guest of honor ready?” She said while giving me a loose side hug. “Well id like to say i was born ready but i was born prematurely so i don't know!”, “Oh well thats charming.” She grabbed my han and guided me until we were in the back of the boat sitting down on these rather uncomfortable seats. Its like someone took a off brand lunch cooler and flipped it upside down calling it revolutionary. I dint even have time to joke about them with her coz Chuck revved up the motor and sped off like we were being chased by a sea creature. “Chuck chill out! Were here for a while no need to rush!” keith said enderily. “Why are you even going so fast?” “coz were being chased by a sea monster jamie!!!” “WHAT?!” everyone exclaimed. Panic around in the air like a virus spreading faster then electric current i spun in every direction trying to see if there was nay clue as to what could be hunting us, the i saw… a tiger shark. “Uh guys is that the sea monster in question?” i asked a bit nervous to speak, “Oh my god chuck! Are you serious” she yelled, “ I told you guys before we got on here not to do stuff like this!” “Girl its fine you gotta back off”, “No its not fine jamie!, im trying to expanded out friend group and you guys are just scaring them away! Remember why we gotta have a new 6th member right?” after she said that everyone got quite, they all slowed down like they were in a trance of some kind. She let out a deep sigh and said sorry them she and i went back to sit as the other three talked about the sea together.

“Hey you guys wanna pet this crab i found?” “Ew Keith no”, “ha i kinda do just coz shes too scared doesnt mean i am”. “Hell yea homie nothing like 2 and half hours of dead single from you too to show some character development”. “Where did you even get this thing man?” “oh it was just walking around and i picked it up and now here we are.” OH MY GOD GUYS” jamie's voice shrieked almost making chuck tip the boat. “Whats wrong babe?” chuck asked threw his stupid frat guy slur. “Theres like like an STD in my bag right now guys!” we all chuckled a but, she asked condescendingly “Jamie what are you talking about?” “just look!” jamie kicked her bag over and some sand poured out to the side making an almost aesthetic like scene . “I don't thing sane is a STD james” keith said while petting his crab. “Ugh Keith you have one!” jamie squealed and kicked her bag more. Just as she did 3 more crabs came out of Jamie's bag, each one larger than the last. Jamie screaming her head off jumped into chucks arms causing chuck to steer the boat uncontrolably to the right pushing all of us to floor and cornering us with the crabs. As Chuck is fighting to get control of th boat and his girlfriend Keith just starts talking to the crabs. “Heyya little buddy, i bet i got your friend huh? No worries come here.’”. Keith gently picks up all 3 of them and slowly lowers them to the side of the boat, “run along now little fella we've had our time, till we meat again.” Keith watched as the crab family scurried down the said into the sea, as he looked up into the horizon a tear fell down his face as if he was seeing the amazing life they all live together. “You're a sweet guy keith” I told him as he was whipping his face. “Yea maybe over here i am” he responded rather bleakly. “Oh my days!” Chuck shouted out grabbing all of our attentions. “That was harder then passing the ASVAB test” we all just stared even jamie who is panting on the floor still shaken from the whole crab experience. Shrugging off what Chuck said it seemed like the vibes have gotten better and the night might be better than the day was.

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kangshxrtie · 17 days

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1. start of something new

you should have known it was a lie when ning and anton told you they would be taking you to a small gathering to celebrate the start of the school year. what they did do is take you to a gathering in a small room.

you were clutching your cup that was filled halfway with cheap liquor as you pushed through the many people at the party. you don't know who decided a dorm room was the best place to throw a party for a bunch of people, but whatever works.

you look around as you continue to walk trying to find at least one person you know. you do end up spotting aeri, one of your friends from high school but she was too busy talking to other people so you weren't even going to try that.

you let out a sigh as you continue to scan the room. you don't find anybody you know, but you do end up finding the kitchen where there happened to be chairs where you could sit down for a moment and recoup.

as your sitting down you see someone else walk in holding a red solo cup. she was wearing a long sleeved white shirt with the shoulders gone paired with some black pants and her hair down.

it's yuna, your next door neighbor; you realize as you continued to look at her.

"yuna?" you question out loud after recognizing the taller girl.

she stops suddenly looking over at you, her eyes scanning you for a second before realizing who you are.

"y/n!" she exclaims happy to see a familiar face.

"you go here?" you stand up starting a conversation.

even though you two were next door neighbors you never went to the same school. that didn't stop you two from hanging out from time to time though. ever since you were kids you would greet each other whenever you would leave for school or when either of you were returning from school.

"yeah! i can't believe we're finally going to the same school, all it took was us going to college" yuna says as she moves closer towards you.

"i thought you were going out of the country though" you said as you remembered the college celebration that you attended for her after graduation.

"i didn't really wanna go to a place where i didn't know anybody, so i just decided to come here" yuna explained.

"ahh i see" you nod your head before taking a sip of your drink.

"why were you sitting down in here though? not having fun?" yuna questioned.

"i was just taking a break. i lost my friends like an hour ago and i got tired of walking around tryna to find them" you told her. "what about you? tryna sneak some shit from the kitchen?"

"i just wanted to refill my drink. i'm almost out" yuna chuckled showing you her almost empty cup.

"then don't let me stop you" you say before taking another sip of your drink.

"are you not gonna look for your friends?" yuna asked.

"i'll find them eventually. i always do" you waved it off.

"the refill area is on the other side of the kitchen by the entrance by the way" you told yuna.

"can you lead me to it? i wanna talk with you some more"

you agreed holding out your hand for her to grab so you could lead her through the people that had migrated there way over to where the two of you were. she accepted and you two walked to the kitchen.

once you made it to the makeshift bar you picked up some bottles before turning to yuna to ask what she wanted to which she replied with, "surprise me"

you hummed before turning back around with a small laugh. you grabbed bottles of fireball, rum, and bourbon and poured them all in.

"why am i regretting this already?"

"just trust"

"i don't"

you added some peach and cranberry juice and finished it off with a teaspoon of grenadine before handing yuna's cup back to her. "try it"

yuna took the cup and hesitantly took a sip. after tasting it she looked up with a satisfied look on her face. "it's actually good" she chuckled.

"i told you to trust me"

"didn't you become legal only a couple of months ago? why are you so good at this?"

"don't ask too many questions" you responded before making your own cup of the same thing before leading yuna back to your previous spot.

"hey are you still dating that one girl?" yuna asked once you two sat down.

"no, we broke up during the summer" you told her.

yuna smiled at that before it quickly went off her face, realizing she needed to be compassionate. "oh no, are you okay?"

"yeah i'm fine now. we both decided to break up before college started because we were going to separate colleges" you explained, "but how was your summer"

"well as you know i traveled and don't tell my mom, but i also went to a lot of parties"

"sounds like fun"

"what about you?"

"i just hung out with friends and when i wasn't doing that i was sleeping" you told her.

"why was i not included in the friends you hung out with this summer? i missed you" yuna whined as she leaned into you.

"that's your fault. you were traveling during the summer" you pointed out.

"i was there at the beginning, but you were always with your girlfriend. i didn't wanna bother you"

"you could've just asked; i would've made time for you"

"stopp" yuna blushed, "you're gonna make my crush on you come back"

"you had a crush on me?" you teased nudging her shoulder lightly.

"yepp" yuna nodded cutely, "when we first started high school"

"and you never told me"

"i didn't know if you were even gay. i only found out when you started dating that one girl, but by then it was too late" yuna responded.

"i always thought you were pretty" you revealed to yuna making the blush reappear on her cheeks, the alcohol definitely wasn't helping either.

"don't lie" yuna said, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"yuna i'm so serious, you've always been one of the prettiest girls to me" you said while meeting her gaze.

"why'd you never tell me then?"

"we went to different schools. i never thought it would work out" you shrugged.

"pussy" yuna rolled her eyes playfully.

"i know but hey, we go to the same school now" you remarked, your tone carrying a hint of suggestion.

"what do you mean by that?"

"i'm just saying, we're both single-we are both single, right"

"of course. i wouldn't have been entertaining you if i wasn't"

"ok good. anyways, we're both single, we both liked each other at some point, and i've wanted to kiss you since that trip we took to the drive in movie theater" you confessed.

the tension between you two began to grow at your confession.

you down your cup needing the extra courage to do what you were about to do. you look over at yuna who was already staring at you with a dazed look.

"we should leave" you suggested.

yuna continues to stare for a couple more seconds, her eyes a mix of curiosity and lust.

"and what would we do when we leave?" she finally asks after the moment of silence between you two.

you shrug as you stand up from the spot you were sitting at, you walk forward a little before turning back to yuna. "we figure that out when we get there"

about half an hour later you were in yuna's dorm room, pinned up against the wall by the taller girls body while she kissed you eagerly.

you could taste the alcohol you two had drank earlier on the other girls lips as you continued to kiss.

you let out a soft moan as you pull yuna closer, your hand slipping in between the two of you. your fingers graze down her body ending up at her waist.

yuna moves her kisses down your neck making you let out even more moans at the feeling.

yuna pulls back for a moment to catch her breath as she meets your eyes. the both of your hearts are beating fast as you both try and calm your breathing.

"is this okay with you?" yuna asks before she went any further.

"yes" you respond before leaning in to close the gap, kissing yuna again.

which led to yuna's lips brushing against your neck, her hand pinning your wrist against the mattress while she uses the other to fuck into you. she breaths softly against your ear as moans and whimpers fall from your lips.

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mzjmesa · 3 years

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Out Loud | Chloe Decker

She was a good detective. Is. The pride of the office, the officer praised here and there. Your partner. Your bestfriend. Detective Chloe Decker. It wasn't because of her smart, genius mind that attracted you to her, no. Well, sometimes, anyway. But it could've been alot of reasons, loving Chloe Decker. And you would've loved any other reasons— to make this easier, to make the feelings disappear sooner. Because whatever the attraction was, it was unprofessional— Chloe never did unprofessional. And you fear if you couldn't hold it any longer, she'd run away from you.

You can't bear that.

But you loved Chloe either way. You loved her eyes, her kindness, that bright and knowing smile that goes with her eyes, you loved the way her lips part when she's about to say something defensive— you loved her. You loved her the most when she knocks at your door and asks how you're doing. You loved the late night talks and laughs about freshmen days which was rare, because she never spent so much time in highschool, she got unending stories about it anyway. You loved the way she listens. You loved her. You loved Chloe Decker. And as she passes by your desk, to the man she likes, you reminded yourself that it was wrong. Wrong because you were supposed to be happy for her.

A knock on your desk drifted your thoughts away, Dan. “How are we doing?” he asked, if he'd caught you staring enviously at Chloe and Lucifer, he hadn't mind.

“How are we doing?” You repeated stupidly, still hungover from yesterday. Which by the way was Chloe's fault, you just wouldn't admit it to yourself.

Dan shrugs, “Yeah? I sent you files to look at, remember?”

Oh.

You shake your head as though it would help you focus on the present and tried to remember where you had placed the papers. You checked your drawers, trying hard to block out Chloe and Lucifer's voices. You busied your hand flipping through dozens of papers, vividly remembering the file's name.

Jonathan Flinn's. Ahh. Case closed for 2 months, there wasn't much evidence of the murder, but the majority linked to him, and eventually the court pronounced him guilty. There had been questions left unsolved, and if Espinoza wasn't up to anything, it would've been left at that.

You sighed, “Have you talked to Chloe about this?”

“Yeah,” He looked past your shoulder to where Chloe was, then back to you. “she thinks it's a bad idea.”

Of course she did. You did, too. That was a thing between you two, something about your guts always telling you the same what's what. That's why you were partnered with her, and you would've loved to continue being one (although truth be told, you still were in papers anyway) but she'd found a consultant, a batshit crazy one at that. Lucifer Morningstar. Always telling himself he's the devil, going on and about his everyday life like anyone gives a damn, and always making everything about himself. If he wasn't charming, and a ‘friend’ of Chloe's, you would've hated him. Most times you did. But times when Chloe was down, he was always the first to cheer her up. You used to be the one doing that, until he came.

“You should listen to her, Dan.”

“Oh c'mon! I would've agreed with Chloe and wouldn't have come to you if it weren't so important. His mother is my god—”

“—mother. Yes, yes, I know that, Dan. I know you think this is a good idea to pay her back, too. But it's not, trust me. Trust Chloe.” You exhaled, feeling the weight of her stare on your back. “It could go worst anyway, what when we can't find any evidence or if we do, worst case scenario is it'll only lead to him. Again. We'll just worsen his situation.”

Dan sighed, massaging his jaw with exasperation because he knew you were right. And also because as much as he pretends not to care too much, he does. You loved that about him.

As you heard footsteps behind, you handed back the files to Dan who hid it behind his back, masking his irritation with a smile to Chloe.

You ignored her, lingering your eyes on the missing button of Dan's shirt.

“Ella found some prints, we haven't identified it yet but it's likely our lead.” Chloe started just behind you, and you knew Lucifer was beside her as much as you hated it. “In the meantime, Dan? I'd like to discuss to you about the Flinn case, Lucifer and I went back to the crime scene yesterday. We found nothing.”

Dan frowned. “I thought you said it was a bad idea.”

“I know, I know. I... ugh... well I went over it again, anyway.”

A small smile creeped on his face, and you were almost sure his eyes were watering when Lucifer jumped on the conversation about his father, bla bla bla. You couldn't care less. Chloe did, and that should be enough for Lucifer. She'd always been enough for you. You bit your lips, wishing you could busy your hands with something. Anything. But your desk was on your back, and oh, Chloe, too.

It felt immature and all, but you were hurting just knowing they were together, seeing them would break you.

“I'll check in on with Ella.” Chloe announced, “(Y/N)?”

“Are you having a stroke Miss (L/N)? Staying still like a trained robot, you're scarying me— and believe when I say I rarely get scared.” Lucifer added.

Oh you believe alright. And robots are trained?! Trying to hide your feelings with a forced smile, you turned around, making sure you weren't going to make an eye contact with a certain detective, and immediately grabbed a random paper and pen you can hold— scribbling anything. Anything at all.

“I'm alright.” You answered after a beat or two, still unbothered to look. Who would want to, honestly.

Chloe cleared her throat, whispered something to Lucifer, and then bid goodbye. It was then when you looked at them walking away. Lucifer's hand on her back, Chloe looking small beside him— your chest aching the same, if not, more.

You're definitely not gonna look again.

You had a week off work, and you'd almost fell to your knees thanking God when the lieutenant told you. You needed it more than you needed Chloe, which proves just how important it was— Chloe had been. Still is, by the way.

It was 8 am, by now Chloe would be at her desk, examining or making reports, or on a crime scene with Ella and, Lucifer. You snapped out of your mind, reminding yourself you'd needed the vacation because work and particularly Chloe had been stressing you out and very much so hurting you.

You'd hit the beach, go to the mountains for the view,— you didn't wanna hike though, you needed rest not making sweats— visit your sister and niece, and then finally bake while blasting Taylor Swift because admit it or not, you're much broken than your grandmother's vase.

When the water was hot enough, you took a bath and dressed. A peach-colored tank top that comes along with a brown mini skirt and a coat was your outfit for the day. Only, the coat reminded you too much of Chloe's. She liked coats. And that coat, back then warning you that she'd steal it eventually. So you changed with other coats, just didn't fit well with the shirt and skirt, so you gave in and left your hair untouched and untied. Grabbing your pouch and your gun— a licensed one, just in case. And opened your door. You would've preferred the bright sky and fresh air of the morning in LA. But Chloe Decker was standing there, fist on air as if she'd been ready to knock.

You froze.

Were you having a stroke? Most likely.

“(Y/N).”

“Chloe.”

Wasn't she supposed to be at work? You didn't mind either way, but it surprised you still, she hadn't been visiting much since... Lucifer. Everything's just been different since he arrived, not in a good way for you.

You stepped aside, not saying anything since you figured out a human wouldn't understand any word that comes out of your mouth. She went in, instead of sitting on your couch like the old days, she lingered on the living room, standing and looking at you.

Most times you hadn't mind.

She started, “How are you?”

“I'm good.”

“No, (Y/N). How are you?”

You didn't know what to say. Or why she'd ask a question as that. “I'm not—”

“Do you like me?”

What.

Your face must've given the shock, because she answered your unasked question. “Dan said some things. I'm-I'm not— you're not transferring, are you?”

Oh you're definitely gonna choke the life out of Dan. But knowing him, he wouldn't have spit it out too easily. He was probably drunk and didn't mean it. Still, you wished you said it to Chloe yourself. About the liking and transferring.

You remained silent, reading the expression on Chloe's face. Was she sad? Upset? After years of knowing her, you would've known right away. But now you couldn't. And you fear you might've forgotten the every detail of her face, too.

“(Y/N)...” Her voice gave out, carrying every sadness within. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“About what?” You answered stupidly in a whisper, fearing that if you came into your senses everything would feel too real.

“About everything! About— about your feelings for me. About Seatte. About why you've been so far from me!”

“You have been far from me, Chloe.”

She frowns, and you knew millions and billions and gazillions of questions where popping in her mind.

Tears in your eyes were forming, and you hated it, all of this. She wasn't supposed to know at all. She wasn't supposed to know you had immature feelings for her. Wasn't supposed to know you were transferring atleast 'till next month. But Chloe wasn't dumb, and you should've known that.

Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat, her breathing heavy. “We could've talked about it.”

“We haven't talked much at all these days because of—” you cut yourself off, rolling your eyes at how sick it feels. You hated yourself for it, but you continued anyway. “Because of Lucifer.”

She exhaled. “Lucifer and I are complicated.”

“I know that, Chloe.” You said firmly, meeting her gaze pitying you. Of course she pities you. “I also know you like him so much. I know you've been crying when he fake married that Candy. I know you've been sick worrying when he can't answer your texts or calls. I know you've gone lengths trying to understand him. I know. I know so much so that I didn't wanna be so selfish and tell you things you didn't wanna hear because it'll make your complicated relationship with Lucifer even more complicated. I fucking know. And I loved you too much.”

Chloe's tears were beginning to fall, one by one, slowly. And it hurts you to see her like this. Especially because you know you caused it.

“It was never my intention to push you away. You're my friend— can't we just stay like this?” She asked in a soft, breaking voice. And if it wasn't Chloe you would've said yes because people are easy to move on from. But it was indeed Chloe and she was... not like anyone you know. She was a missing piece of your puzzle. Only, you have never been a piece of hers.

“I love you, Chloe.”

It was weird, saying it out loud, to her. You never thought you could, knowing you were a coward than every cowards combined.

You did though, and that must've pulled something. Because Chloe approached you, side hugged, and then left.

So much for a vacation.

You spent the night crying.

Chloe Decker spent hers with the man she loved. And you were never that man.

#chloe decker x reader #chloe decker #lucifer morningstar #lucifer #netflix #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #wlw #angst #angsty #fluff #hurt/comfort #hurt no comfurt #hurt comfort

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sallyf4ce · 3 years

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wolves

chapter III

-> sallyfacexf!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, abuse, violence

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: (y/n) wakes up early to avoid sally. sally’s upset that he did something wrong yesterday. (y/n)’s first meeting with travis isn’t the nicest.

The incessant beeping of your alarm tugs you out of your dreamless sleep.

The sticky tears on the ground remind you of yesterday’s events, but you disregard them. All you want to do is take a shower, throw on your jacket and get out the door. You slowly clamber up off the ground and across the living room to turn off the alarm. After making sure it’s not on snooze, you drag your sore body to the shower. It smells like smoke and lots of cleaning supplies. This place is fucking gross. Is it even monday?’ you check the calendar. It is, in fact, monday. You strip and turn the shower handle.

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You're so glad that you chose to wake up early. Usually kids this far from school drive or get picked up by the bus, but you prefer to use your skateboard. That’s why you get up at 6:30, so you have enough time to get ready and get to school on time. Sanity’s fall quietly played as you washed your breakfast plate and cup, brushing grease residue off the greyish porcelain. You wonder if Sal is awake yet. Probably not. You know, waking up early ensures that you won't see him in the morning. The guy’s not that bad, his eyes just freak you out a little.

Pulling the pink glove off your prosthetic, you wipe your hands with a towel and move to the closet to put your shoes on.

“Jacket, jacket, jacket, jacket.” you mumble, eyebrows knitted. “Where are you?” oh, right, you left it in your room.. With poppy. Was that even her name? You kind of just decided it for her.

Alright, don't be a pussy. Just go in and grab the jacket. You sucked in a breath and opened the door to your room.

“Eeh! A teenager! What’s your name, little lady?” her blond ponytail bounced with every sentence. This was the first time you could get a good look at her. She didn't really have feet, just bloody stumps where they used to be.

“Holy fuck, you’re so loud!” your hands covered your ears.

“Ahh, so sorry! I haven't used my voice in years.” she coughs.

“S’ fine... Can I just- just grab my jacket?” you point at the green pile amidst the boxes all around the room. You didn't get a chance to set up.

“Go ahead!” she nods and smiles.

“Alright. uh, listen, lady. This-” you motion towards the whole room. “Is my room. I live here now. I get that you, like, can't leave this place and shit, but could you maybe sit quietly while i set up later? I really need to clean my room up. I’ll set up a little chair place for you or whatever, so you could sleep at night.” you mumble the last part, embarrassed about your hospitality.

“I can’t sleep.” she smiles, her teeth surprisingly shiny for a ghost’s. God, she’s so preppy that you forgot she’s dead.

“Pretend to then, i dont fucking know. Alright, i have to go. Just… don't cause trouble.” grabbing the jacket, you begin shutting the door. “My name’s (y/n), by the way.”

You can hear her squeals as you leave the apartment. You decide to take the elevator because you don't feel like running down the stairs with a heavy ass bag on your back.. Stepping in, you press the main floor button. It looks like there’s a bit of sticky stuff around it. gross. Syrup? You hoped so.

The elevator dings and you step out, heading out the front doors. It’s cloudy. Again. Not a surprise, really. Keeping your eyes on the gravel, you set down your skateboard and begin your journey to school.

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Sal’s point of view:

“She probably went on without us, man. Don’t know why you're worrying so much.'' Larry leaned back into the bus seat.

“It’s not that, Larry face. Yesterday, when we left…” was it my fault? Did i scare her? Did she see my face through the mask? Fuck.

“What is it? Spit it out, sally dude.” he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and puffed the smoke out the window.

“I think i scared her, larry. I think she saw my face.” i let out a shaky breath. God, everything was going good. Why the fuck does this stupid face ruin everything?

“Did you- did you take your mask off?” he sat up in the seat, eyes wide.

“No. She probably saw it through my mask.”

“I still dont get it. Explain more, dude.”

“She looked so scared. We made eye contact, and she, like, panicked. Her eyes widened and then she threw me out. It was definitely my eyes. We were fine the whole night, i dont know why she freaked out.”

Larry let out a long hum. He was probably trying to piece things together. Anyway, she definitely went to school earlier than us. I can ask her about it there.

“Woah, sally face. Calm down or you’ll go bald.” larry’s hands pulled mine off my pigtails. Huh, i didnt even notice.

“Thanks, dude. I think we’re here.”

Your point of view:

It was around eight o’clock by the time you arrived. Kids were already piling out of buses and cars, standing by the school’s entrance and conversing with their friends. You definitely felt some eyes on you. That was expected, though. They didnt recognize you, and nockfell didnt seem like a town with many new people. Thinking back to yesterday, sal and larry mentioned some bully kid. Probably wouldnt be hard to spot him.

“Watch it, goth freak!” a pair of hands gripped onto your shoulders.

Ah, what a coincidence.

“Get the fuck off me, fucking prick.” he twitched as you gripped onto his hands and pushed him away.

“Is that a metal hand? Ha, you’re a fucking cripple! How pathetic.” he chuckled. Blond hair draped itself across his forehead, definitely not complimenting the purple shade of his shirt and eye. School fight? or daddy issues? Who knows. I mean, you’re not one to speak, your dad’s literally dead.

“Let me guess, you’re that bully fucker they talked about. God, isnt there enough troubled kids in Nockfell?” you rolled your eyes, just wanting to get to school.

When you said you had bad luck, you really meant it, because all of a sudden, his fist landed on your face.

Are you fucking serious?

You just moved here yesterday and you’ve already been fucked up twice. You can’t keep taking hits, (y/n)! You gotta dish some out!

Sighing in disbelief, you reached out to your gushing nose.

“Mother.” you flicked the blood off your prosthetic hand. “Fucker.”

At this, travis bolts. You drop your bag and get back on your skateboard, weaving through the crowd to get to that shrimpy little fuck.

“I’m so fucking done with nockfell.” blood trails down the side of your face as you lock your eyes on the blond mop of hair in front of you.

Do you jump? Or let him get away?

Nah, you jump.

The skateboard shoots out beneath you as you kick off. He lets out a strangled cry as you land on his back and send him to the concrete. A few whoops can be heard from the kids far behind you.

“Fuck, i’m sorry! Get off me!” he scrambles beneath you.

“Now you’re fucking sorry?”

He doesnt say anything. You slowly climb off, keeping a hand on his neck.

“Pussy.” a snicker escapes you.

“What’d you just-” the hand on his neck squeezes tighter and shuts him up.

“What’s your name again?”

“Tr-travis, fuck.”

“Travis, huh? Well, travis-”

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on Travis?”

Sal’s point of view:

Me and larry were getting off the bus when we heard a bunch of cheering. Weird. I looked in the direction larry was staring. Hold on, that’s travis and some other kid on top of him.

“Sally face! I think that’s fucking (Y/n)! Holy shit!” larry shakes my shoulder. That’s actually her! What is she doing on travis?

“Larry, c’mon, we have to go get her off!” i try pulling him away, but he doesnt budge.

“No way, man! I wanna see her beat him up! She’s doing what you won’t let me do!” he smiles wide. Fuck, i guess i’ll just have to go alone. Larry frowns as i drop my bag and begin running towards them. I’m not letting her get in trouble on the first day. I hear her say something to him as i come closer.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on travis?”

She looks up in surprise. Holy shit, she’s bleeding!

“I’ve gotten fucked up twice in the past 24 hours. I’m not letting this fuck get away with it.” She snarls. As bad as i feel, she’s kind of attractive, bloody and feral like that. God, what the fuck? Not time for this, sal.

“Oh my god, (y/n)! Here, uh, get up and i’ll take you to the office.”

Your point of view:

You look back at travis. There’s a visible blush on his face, and he’s staring straight at sally.

Oh.

OH.

A smirk forms on your face.

“No thanks, porcelain face. Me and blondie here will go by ourselves. Right?”

He growls, but you tighten your grip on his neck again and he nods.

“Uh, okay. Do you want me to take your skateboard or something?” Sal scratches his head and changes the topic. Just a sliver of jealousy can be found in him, but he is grateful for the nickname. It suits him.

Your expression darkens for a second, all of a sudden feeling possessive of your skateboard. He’s not touching it. It was your dad’s.

“No. Take my bag or something.” you nod towards it by the entrance of the school, where it sits. He obeys and gets up to pick up your bag. You pull travis up with you, blood dripping down your shirt and an arm around his shoulders. Sal’s quite a bit away at this point.

“You gay?” you hum. Travis’s back straightens and fear flashes through his eyes. How did you know? How the fuck did you know?

“No! Fuck you, you’re just a pussy who thinks she knows everything-” he starts yelling, trying to get away, but you interrupt him.

“God, shut up. You’re making my head hurt more. It’s okay, you know. I wont fucking tell anyone about your little self exploration journey.” you pat him on the back and he flushes.

“Fuck, you’re so sappy it’s disgusting.”

“I’m not gonna be a dick to someone because of their sexuality, fuckass. I’m not that low. Let’s get to the school.”

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t0shii · 3 years

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hq boys when you're feeling anxious or stressed

suna rintaro, hinata shoyo, oikawa toru x gn!r

!warnings! mentions of anxiety, reader comparing themselves to others, mentions of food & hunger, driving. this is like all fluff no angst rlly tbh.

SUNA RINTARO.

he could tell something was up but conviced himself he shouldnt pry as he had already asked you twice if you were feeling alright, to which you reasurred him with a "yep" both times, it was suspicious but he thought maybe you just wanted to be left alone. meanwhile you weren't sure why you lied him, you obviously were not doing okay at the moment. currently he was driving you home and your anxiety was going absolutely crazy from the amount of school work that was piling up on you, it's unfair you thought to yourself, looking out the window. not only were you stressed from work but trying to keep up with your friend was hard, to say the least. they were phenomenal students, straight As in their transcript and though your grades were just fine, you couldn't help but feel inferior and insecure. it's unfair how effortlessly smart they are and how i'll never be able to catch up.... oh boy if your thoughts weren't running wild before they definitely were now, you hadn't even realized your boyfriend pulling into your driveway until he slightly tapped your shoulder. "are you sure you're alright? i don't wanna pressure you ofcourse but, you know you can tell me anything right?" ... and there were the water works! the little string holding you together had snapped just like that. you sat there in the passengers seat sobbing into your hands and suna rintaro hadn't a clue what to do in the moment.

"give me just a sec" you heard him mumble but not before he gave you a kiss as light as a feather on the top of your head. somehow you didn't notice him exit the car and rush to your side until he opened your door and hugged you so tight you honestly couldn't breathe. after a few seconds your boyfriend let go of the embrace which, to his dismay, only made you cry even harder. now, he knew he was known for being quite... stoic but he was definitely panicking on the inside and it was really difficult to remain calm on the outside. your boyfriend carefully reached over you to unbuckle the seatbelt that you had yet to unclasp. "lets go inside baby." his voice was so gentle it would've taken you by surprise had you not still been crying. you nodded in response and he helped you carefully out of the car, holding your hand all the way to the door, "d'ya have your key?" you nodded trying your best to unlock the door, after a few struggled and shakey attempts you finally had your door unlocked but not without rins help because he couldn't bare to watch you struggle any longer.

stepping inside rin helped you take your shoes off, removing his own after, "bedroom?" having calmed down a little you whispered "yes," with a small nod. he nodded with you in response and took you to your bedroom. after helping you change into comfy clothes he helped you into bed, crawling in right behind you. your back was snug against his chest and he held you super tightly, it was silent for a few minutes until finally he spoke up, "please tell me how i can help" you could feel your lip quiver. "well... you don't have to say anything right now, you know i can wait. i'll even leave if you want, i just wanted you to know that you can tell me whenever you're ready and that i'll listen." neither of you were sure when you'd be ready to admit what had gotten you so upset but you felt comfortable knowing suna rintaro would be there whenever you were ready, whether it be minutes from now or even months.

HINATA SHOYO.

your silence on the walk home was starting to concern him.. maybe im just talking too much... he thought, "hey... im sorry if im talking your ear off.. how was your day angel?" to say he was disappointed with your response would be an understatement. not thar you HAD to talk but usually you were talkative with him and the worry in his tummy was only growing more. a simple, "oh.. my day was alright sho," simply woundn't cut it! "hey, are you feeling okay?" it was silent for a few seconds before you answered a mumbled "i think so, are you feeling alright, sho?" he simply nodded with a "mhm" and you told him to continue on with his story from earlier.

he complied but only to fill the silence. hinata decided to trust you when you said you were okay because you know your own feelings and he knows for a fact he's made it clear before that you could and should let him know if something was bothering you. though you enjoyed listening to hinata's stories you only found yourself getting lost in your own mind whilst he rambled on.you could tell he was suspicious of your behavior but was grateful he had left his curiosity behind because you were sure you would snap if he had asked you if you were okay again, you really didn't want to cry in front of him. truth is, your thoughts were running wild, stressing over the smallest things; assignments due at the end of the week, what you were gonna get your boyfriend for your anniversary, how you were gonna make time for your friends surprise birthday party and helping sho with his studied all the while trying to take care of your own self and keep your own grades afloat. "y/n..? we're at your house.. are you sure your alright? you look a little pale, are you ill?" crap! how had you not noticed you were approaching your own driveway you wanted to slap yourself for being so clueless. you couldn't help but feel horrible for not listening to your boyfriends story also.

"yes sho i'm fine really, i just didn't have time to eat lunch today but i have food inside so don't worry m'may?" he looked at you suspiciously and you knew he was onto you, "y'know y/n, i'm not gonna force you to tell me what's going on but just know i'll always be here for you, okay?" he gave you a small smile before engulfing you into a tight hug, it honestly melted your heart. surprisingly, you didn't start crying on the spot. "y'know, i wanted to trust you when you said you were okay but now i'm not so sure if you were telling the truth," he mumbled into your shoulder. you sighed, giving up the facade. "sho.... i just don't know what to do honestly, i have alot on my plate right now and i'm really stressed with all the responsibilities ive piled onto myself," you admitted. he nodded lifting his head from your shoulder, giving you the brightest smile, "well, i can always help out! i might not be the mooost helpful person ever but i'll try my best, and if anything i'm good moral support!" you giggled at that but suddenly you felt your lip quiver from the sudden guilt you feeling, "i'm sorry for lying to you sho-", "hey! its alright! you dont need to apologize. especially dont need you crying on me now!" he smiled cupping your face in his hands, wiping away a few stray tears of whom managed to escape.

OIKAWA TORU.

you smile back at him and thought of how silly it was that you tried keeping your feelings a secret from your boyfriend of two years, hinata shoyo, feeling glad that you confided in him. he knew you were upset as soon as he saw you that very morning, he could read you like and open book and you knew that fact very well. still though, you tried your best to hide yourself from him, though it was hard considering you sitting right next to him in the passenger seat of his car. finally after a whole day of being worried sick, he was tired of leaving things left unsaid "babyyyy," he sang for you from the kitchen, "please come here a sec!" he yelled for you louder. soon you came trudging down the hallway, blanket wrapped around your body, he couldn't help but smile at how adorable his s/o looked.

"c'mere quickly," he said will a grin, opening his arms for a hug, which you gladly accept, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. "now, i know you know that i know that you're not feeling well, so please tell me what's got my angel so upset?" he said softly rubbing his hand lightly over your back, his voice a little muffled from his cheek being squished against the top of your head. you let out a breath you hadn't even realized you were holding, "'m sorry tooru, i don't know what's wrong with me today.... just not feeling well." you felt him nod against your head in response, "well good thing your amazing boyfriend is here to make you feel all better huh?" you let a out small giggle at that. "you know you can tell me when you're feeling down right? you shouldn't keep things bottled up inside", "i know tooru... im sorry, i just dont really know wbat i'm feeling so down about though," you admitted shyly. "hey that's okay! there absolutely no need to apologize for that, here, look at me, angel," he tilts your face so you're looking up at him, his big soft hands holding your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks lightly, "i'm here whenever you figure it out, hell, even if you dont figure it out or there just isn't any reason at all. you know i'm always, always, always here. i promise you that, m'kay?" he finishes his little speech with a smile, smothering your face in kisses. you could only feel relieved, thankful and loved. because you knew that you would always have your soulmate, oikawa toru by your side.

( a/n ; ahh so im sorry if this has any spelling or grammatical errors it's sort of late as i'm writing this! and im too lazy to proof read.... also it might just all be word vomit and if it is im so sorry 😩 ++ i'm positive ive kept the reader gn throughout the whole thing but if there are slip-ups i promise i'll do better next time! i rlly wanted to write some hq boys when ur feeling anxious and beyond stressed because i have been MEGA struggling with my own anxiety lately, especially bc of school so i just needed to let my feelings go! anywhooo i hope everyone who reads this has an amazing day or night! ) p.s. im new to writing so be nice 2 me or whatever 😩🙄😌👍🏻

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meryamthebadassbitch · 3 years

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𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘬 || 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳

Soon on Wattpad~

"Do you have one of the Parasites like your dad used to have?" asked Mrs. Chen the girl who paid for the snacks, eyes wide she shook her head in disagreement before stepping out of the store

PARASITE?!

"it's not my fault, dad used to call you that man just don't kill her she can give us a lot of free food you know and you can have extra brains when they always rob her poor store?" "Fine, we'll let it slide" "what do you wanna do?" "We can do whatever WE want" chuckling slightly she nodded making her way upstairs to the rooftop, sitting at the edge with venom beside her they both ate the Pack of chocolate in silence, sure, she was terrified finding out about a symbiote living inside her body just like her father after protecting herself from some scientist, but for these past years she got used to it and they were more like best friends and if something happened to Venom it's like happening to her.

𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-

Making her way toward the bathroom, attempting to hide from those Men but a voice inside her head made her scream in fear, hiding inside one of the stalls she stared into nothing but emptiness staying quiet as if a serial killer was following her, shaking in fear she tried not to sob out loud by putting her hand on her mouth a drop of a tear falling to the ground as the 10-year-old girl cried in silence with her hands still shaking, the sound of the bathroom stalls being slammed open made her heart stop beating as she started praying for her life, she was going to die that's for sure.

The next thing she knew was the lock breaking and her being pulled harshly by 2 men, screaming in fear she tried biting their hands off but the guns aimed in her head was worse, in a blink of an eye black tentacles came out of her arms and stabbed both of them in the heart, a pool of blood surrounded her as she watched in fear at what she has just done, she just killed two men trying to kidnap her, blood on her white shoes and arms as she tried to open the door and make her way out of this hell hole, but it was the same thing instead this time a group pointed their guns at her as she looked around in search of a place to run away, giving up she sat on the ground putting her hands in the air as told letting the 'police' handcuff her, she's just a 10-year-old girl what possibly could she do?

"mom! please I am begging you to tell them to let me go, we were supposed to be having a girls' night! I promise I didn't kill those men something came out of my arm and-" she couldn't finish her words, Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks as she begged her mother for help with a high pitched voice, Anne on the other side stared at her with a guilty look before shaking her head, staring at her in disbelieve she was brutally pulled by the handcuffs away giving her mother one last look.

Did she stay in an Asylum for 8 years without seeing her 'mother' and outside? yes sadly she did, did she get out of the asylum once? no, she never did and that was driving her crazy she was the only one in here and everyone was afraid of her, this place wasn't like any other asylum they brought people with superpowers here, like Eleven from stranger things except Mery didn't have Telekinesis she had Venom.

Sitting in the chair defeatless with an emotionless look on her face, her hands tied to the table, as always, she stared at Anne straight in her eyes "Mery-" "hey doctor, can you please open these handcuffs and let me go back to my room before I do something?" she finally said looking straight into the camera about to transform into the big giant monster when a syringe was on her neck preventing her from doing so, 'how dare she says my nickname' she thought looking straight into her eyes after 8 years of not seeing each other how would you feel and how can she still manage to say her nickname, especially when your own mother is the reason you're looked in here "I Hate you and you don't deserve to be called a mother!" she yelled out struggling from their grip, black tentacles came out of her back as she grabbed every single scientist killing them with no mercy, "Venom, let's get the hell out of here" her voice deadly as she spoke "Copy, you're the boss" just as Anne described she looked just like her father, huge teeth, white eyes, and a long tongue.

𝙀𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-

"Don't open that door"

"Bitch, Don't order me to do something because you will die waiting?" she said with the usual level of sarcasm before taking off her apron making her way toward the door, what was shitty about this house was it didn't have a peephole, rolling her eyes she opened the door staring at the group in front of her "May I help you?" asked the girl in confusion to why the Avengers are in front of her apartment with a raised eyebrow the Black haired girl was about to close the door when black widow finally said a word after 10 seconds of silence "we need to talk to you?" "Listen, I don't have time to deal with superhero shit I've had enough" "please?" sighing she pushed the door fully letting them in sitting on the couch in front of them with her legs crossed "what?" "Can you introduce us to who you were talking to?" asked Captain America looking at her, raising her eyebrows once again, it was a habit sometimes she bites her nails "were you listening to us the whole time?" "no-" "Jesus, y'all are so famous and busy with superhero shit to the point where you don't understand a joke, Venom can you come out please?" annoyed, a black face appeared beside hers, that was the Parasite living inside her body?

"don't touch it, everyone this is Venom my best buddy and a parasite living inside my body, Her favorite food is brains and chocolate and we both kill robbers every day" putting a fake smile on her face she could see the look on their eyes, Bruce wanting to touch it so badly but stopped when Meryam sent him a look of disagreement, "alright this it, you guys can go, it was lovely meeting you, y'all are awesome superheroes and bye-bye!" "would you like to come with us we need your help, please?" asked Thor holding his hammer, glancing at Venom they both nodded at the same time, they were partners in crime anyways.

"We will but I'm coming alone, see ya at the Tower!" smiling she slammed the door shut

"Can you imagine Thor the god of thunder asking me to come with them, that is awesome right?" "not as awesome as us" nodding with a grin she grabbed her pocket knife charging the gun just in case tying her hair into a bun, putting on the mask Meryam grabbed the bag making her way out of the room.

"Hey miss Chen came to have some supplies?" stated the girl making her way toward the snack session she was probably the only customer here, the threatening sound of another robber echoed around the store as he pointed his gun at the poor woman, "That guy?" "yes bestie, free food for you tonight?" she said making her way toward the man, grabbing his wrist she punched him straight in the jaw, "Mask!" in a blink of an eye the same monster Mrs. Chen saw a long time ago was in front of her expect it was a woman, and that woman was Eddie Brock's daughter, Biting his head off she paid for the snacks before making her way out "night, thanks for the free snack!"

(venom ate the man, duh)

"This walk is boring!" "I know but we're almost there don't worry" "I Miss the Loser" "yeah, same he was the best dad" "and best Host, you both are the best" "aw thanks Venom you're the best too" a soft smile rose on her lips, The world was a better place when she smiled to Venom and he promised to Eddie he would keep her safe, thank god, she had her earphones on so people wouldn't call her crazy for talking by herself, "Jesus how many floors in this Tower?" "93"

"Excuse me is Tony Stark here, he said I can meet him here?" politely asking the blonde woman who was holding a little girl in her hand she took off her mask not to scare her, they didn't seem to recognize her right? "She's probably his wife" the voice of the symbiote echoed around her head as she nodded, "oh yes you must be Meryam, you seem kinda Familiar?" the blonde woman asked her, her heart stopped beating as soon as she said the last words, "o-oh really, who?" "oh never mind, you're so pretty by the way, I should probably go take Morgan to sleep Tony is having a meeting with the rest and they're waiting for you" "Yeah thank you?" "Pepper call me Pepper dear" nodding she waved at the little girl who had a cute smile on her face before making her way to where Pepper pointed

"Hey Old man, you wanted to meet us?" the same sound they heard 30 minutes ago echoed around the room earning their attention, chuckling at how startled they looked Meryam tried to hold her laugh while Venom was grinning evilly on the other side, "Ahh miss Brock come in" "it's Meryam, Anthony" okay that surely got him annoyed she could see how he rolled his eyes, sitting down on one of the chairs she looked around greeting the rest with a straight look.

"Tell us more about yourself?" not wanting to tell them her whole story, she shook her head with an emotionless look on her face "there's nothing more to know about me, I lived 13 years alone that's it, my life is useless anyways I only have Venom and kill robbers nothing more interesting?" one thing they learned about her was how fast she changed her emotions, 5 seconds ago she was trying not to laugh and now a deadpan look on her face. Pietro didn't trust her, not even a single bit and that was why a glare was attached to his stupid face

"So Meryam we're going to be on a mission for these past days and since you have nothing to do, you're going to catch the robbers around the city and take Morgan to school" tearing her gaze away from Pietro who was still glaring she blinked slightly trying to process what he just said, "excuse me, am I getting paid for that?" "yes" "fine, I'll do it, and will you stop glaring at me like I am some target?" her Black eyes met his as she spoke with gritted teeth's, anger rushing through her body Wanda slapping his shoulder before apologizing to her "I am so sorry Meryam-" "it's alright Wanda don't apologize in his place, he just needs to stop and do it all by himself if he's a true man, good night everyone" with that she made her way out of the place trying to calm her nerves down

Anger Issues

"Ohh she got you good" Teased Sam the twin who was still fuming in anger, rage thrummed through his veins as he swallowed down his frustration sending him a harsh look, "shut up birdy" with that he was out of sight just before Clint could say something

"oh these two are not going to be friends or work together, it's probably something worse"

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Teller Morrow Tragedy, The Prequel, Chapter 7

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, fluff, slight angst.

Alicia's POV

After the game, Tara and Jax said they were going to go 'be alone' for a while. I shrugged and turned my attention back to Chibs, "thanks for playing with me."

He chuckled, "any time sweet'eart."

"God that accent," I laughed, walking away. I heard the chain from his jeans jingle as he caught up to me, “lord.”

"What bout my accent?"

I jumped and he chuckled. I shook my head, "nothing. I didn’t say anything, Chibsy."

"Whatever ya say, lass."

I headed over to the bar and dumped the rest of my beer down the drain. Chibs sat down in front of me at the bar, "you want your whiskey?"

"Ahh, a lass after my own 'eart."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a rocks glass from the cabinet then poured Chibs his signature drink. Whiskey straight. He smiled and downed it like a shot, so I refilled it before Missy came out in a long tee-shirt.

"Is the fire works happening?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, “I wanna see the fireworks Alicia.”

I shook my head, "no, not yet sweetie. Tiggy had the crow eater wake ya up a little early."

"How much longer?"

I looked behind me at the clock on the wall, "still got a few minutes. Wanna head outside? It's not too cold."

She nodded and Chibs threw his jacket over me, "take my kutte."

I kissed him on the cheek, "thank you Chibsy."

Missy waited until we were outside in the parking lot of TM before she turned towards me, "he was turning pink when you kissed him, sissy."

"It's hot in there. He wasn’t pink because of me, Missy," I said, waving her off. I saw Gemma setting up a few blankets, "this for us?"

She laughed, "I don't see who else it would be for. You wearing Chibs' kutte?"

I rolled my eyes, "He was trying to keep us warm."

"Bet he'd rather be warming something else up."

"Really Gemma?"

Gemma shrugged me off and a few minutes later she sent me back in to go get everyone. Chibs and Tig were both sitting, talking to some crow eaters, "alright boys, bring your prizes outside. Fireworks time."

They both laughed, waving me off, and I ran back outside to sit with Gemma. The babies were being babysat by one of the neighbors so we didn't have to worry about the noise, "you know where Jax and Tara are? Told them they could drink, but only if they stayed here."

I shrugged, "probably off in one of the dorms."

She nodded, "you're probably right."

When it was 11:59 they did the count down. Dad ran out to us just in time to kiss Gemma at midnight. Me and Missy sat there, as the fireworks started.

"You should kiss Chibs, sissy. I bet he’d let you. He's a nice one." Missy shouted over the fireworks.

"What?"

"Chibsy likes you," she giggled, "I think you should marry him."

I looked back behind me. The crow eater was gone and Chibs stood, watching the fireworks. I looked down at her, remembering how Gemma had told me he was one of the guys that liked me, "you don't think he's too old?"

She shook her head, "no. He is really pretty too. And like I said, he’s nice."

I looked back again to where Chibs was. This time he had his arm wrapped around one of the crow eaters. She had brought him out a glass of whiskey.

Yeah...that's not gonna happen. After the fireworks, I had one of the guys drive us back home so that we could get some rest. And I had nearly fallen asleep too. But there was a knock on the door at about 2:30. I turned my light on and threw on a long tee-shirt. Chief Unser was on the other side, "Gemma or Clay home?"

I shook my head, "Chibs and Piney stayed the night and they got too plastered to drive home. Dad and Gemma went out after they dropped us off. What's wrong?"

"Wake up Chibs. Bring bail money. Hale arrested Jax and Tara for drunk and disorderly."

"Shit," I muttered. I opened the door and let him in, then walked into the living room where Chibs was snoring lightly on the couch, "can you wake him up while I get dressed?"

"Where's Piney?"

"Got drunk and fell asleep in the bathtub," I explained, "Chibs will be better to take along. Chances are you’ll be able to wake him and he will be more sober."

He nodded and I ran into my room, throwing on a pair of sweatpants, and shoes. Then I ran into Gemma and my dad's room and went to the safe. I unlocked it and grabbed a wad of cash, throwing it into my pockets. When I got back out, Chibs was just waking up, "fuckin' hell."

"You're telling me...Jax and Tara got arrested."

"Fuck."

We took Gemma's car and followed Unser to the police station where Jax and Tara were in the drunk tank.

"How much to get them out?"

Unser went behind the desk and looked at the paperwork, "$400 each."

I looked at Chibs, "tell my dad when you see him."

He nodded and I pulled the wad of cash out of my sweats, counting out the $800 to get Tara and Jax out. Unser took us back to the tank and Jax was passed out on a bench. Tara was face down on the floor. From the bottom of her shirt I could see white gauze, "What the hell happened to her?"

"Apparently she got a tattoo," Unser laughed, "the crow that all of you women get. She was bragging about it the entire ride to the station."

"Yeah, and they aren't going anywhere," a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see David Hale, "Alicia."

"David," I sighed, "did you arrest them?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "Tara and Jax were out of control. They were destroying public property. Found them at the park."

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

He nodded, and took me to the break room, "I need you to do me a favor?"

He began shaking his head, very quickly, "Alicia, you know I can’t just do what I know you’re gonna ask me to. I’ve found them doing stuff like this one too many times. They’re causing property damage now."

"David, please," I sighed, "I understand you have a job to do...you're the youngest cop in Charming's history. Freshly 18, but I need you to lessen the charges on the report."

"I can't do that," he sighed, “if I do then they’ll just do it again. I’m sorry.”

I took his hands, "please. I know Jax and Tara did something wrong...but I can't let them go to jail because they are stupid. Just one time. One get out of jail free pass...lessen the charge to just underage drinking, or trespassing on private property. They'll get community hours time...just please. Just once, for me, David. Tara is my best friend...she can't be a doctor with a criminal record."

He looked down at our hands, and then up to my eyes. He looked out to where he knew Jax and Tara were, "you have to reign her in."

"I will," I said quickly, "I promise."

"Okay," he replied with a sigh. He looked to the door, then back to me, "Just this once. But that’s it. I’m telling you. If it happens again, I’m throwing the book at them."

He let go of my hands, and I pulled him into a hug, "oh thank you so much Davey. Thank you."

Hey," David smiled, walking into the office. He had a bouquet of flowers, "happy birthday Alicia."

I smiled, greeting him at the door, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I needed to get my tires re-done, and Clay told me to come in. Said he'd do it for free...just charge me the cost of the tires. You know…for letting Jax and Tara get off," He grinned, "And I thought that since it was your birthday, I'd bring you some flowers...because I remembered that you hate cake."

"Awww," I smiled, taking the flowers, "that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. I'm going to grab some water and a vase for them...stay here?"

He grinned, "not going anywhere."

I made my way into the clubhouse, and into the kitchen without anyone saying anything. It wasn't until I laid the flowers down to get the vase filled when Ope walked in, "saw Hale in the office. He bring them for ya?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Ever since he picked up Jax and Tara after he let them off with a lesser charge he been coming by the shop. I think my dad may be trying to bribe him with a date from me."

Opie laughed, "Hale has had it bad for you for a while now."

I rolled my eyes at him and put the flowers in the vase, "so long as it keeps Jax and Tara out of prison, I'm for it."

I sidestepped past him and made my way back to the office. David was playing with the buttons on his shirt, "listen...I know that you probably want to just focus on your daughter, and I get that...but I was wondering if you might want to grab a coffee or something."

"I'm seventeen, Davey," I laughed, ruffling his hair, "I don't drink coffee."

He shrugged, "Well, breakfast...or lunch? I mean any meal really."

"You are a nice guy," I sighed, setting the flowers on the table in front of me, "but I don't want a relationship Davey. I need to put all of my focus into Mikayla."

"Yeah," he said, adjusting his hat, "of course. I just meant...wel-"

"Hey what's Hale doing here?" Jax yelled, from the lot. He'd just pulled in and was late for his shift. I could see David's jaw tense up as he saw him.

"You know what," I said, pulling his attention off Jax, "I just got my permit a few months ago...Gemma is going to come get me at four, and we're going to pick up Mikayla. I'm sure she wouldn't mind watching her if you wanted to catch dinner?"

David smiled, "yeah. Of course."

"Meet at the diner?"

"Alright. Say 5?"

I smiled, "5 sounds perfect." I kissed David on the cheek, and he went out to where his older brother Jake was waiting for him in his nice Cadillac.

"What the hell was that?" Jax asked from behind me after they pulled away.

I turned around to face him, "maybe if you didn't get arrested so fucking much, I wouldn't have to go on a date with him so that you don't fuck over Tara's career before it even starts."

I tried to push past him, and he grabbed my arm, "what the hell are you talking about."

"January 1, you and Tara lied to Gemma, and left after getting drunk off your asses. I talked David out of giving you two drunk and disorderlies, trespassing on private property, and destruction of property. March 20, the same exact thing. And again two nights ago. Jax, Tara wants to be a doctor. She can't do that if she has a criminal record. I may not like the fact that you two are dating, and you are a shit father to our daughter, but she's my best friend...and I'm not going to let her throw away her life because she thinks she has to lower some standards to be with you."

Jax' mouth opened but closed just as quick. He let go of my arm, "you really think I'm a shit father?"

"Jackson, when is the last time you spent more than five minutes with her?"

Silence.

"Do you know that she's turning three soon, and she started speaking sentences? Not bullshit cooing, but real sentences. Oh, and the kicker, she calls every man she knows daddy, except you."

The pain on his face was tangible. I felt terrible saying everything to him, but it was something that he had to hear. A few months ago, she had started calling guys daddy. Not just one guy in particular. Every guy she came across. Except Jax.

It was like some part of her knew at that age that he wanted nothing to do with her, so she wanted nothing to do with him.

"I can't be that bad," he said, sitting on the old waiting couch that was in front of us. I sat down beside him and rubbed his back, “Leesh…I can’t be…I’m trying. You know that, right?”

"Jax, she's only a baby," I sighed, half upset with myself for even trying to comfort him. But damn, being a mom had made me soft, "but she knows that something is up. She knows that something is going on, and she recognizes that you aren't there. When I get up with her in the morning and make her breakfast. When I'm the one that sings to her, and tries to teach her the alphabet...when I'm making her lunch, and sitting to play with her, or getting her dinner ready and giving her baths...when it's me that tucks her in at night...when the only constant parent in her life is me, and she only ever sees you when you are on your way out the door, or coming in to grab food...Jax you are a stranger to her."

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, "I don't want to be that to her."

"Then talk to her. Play with her. Set aside a day during the week that is just you and her. I want her to know her father, Jackson. You are an amazing guy. I know you can be an amazing father. I saw it in your eyes the first time you looked at her when we were in the hospital. I know that guy is somewhere in you. Where did that go?"

He shook his head, "I don't know...but I want to be there for her. The only one she should be calling daddy is me."

"When do you get off your shift?"

"I get out of here at 6."

"I'll tell Gemma when she comes to get me that you are going to make Mikayla dinner, and give her a bath, and put her to bed, alright?"

He nodded, "I'm so sorry Leesh."

"Don't break our daughter's heart Jax," I pleaded, standing up, “She doesn’t deserve that.”

Chapter 8

#soa jax #soa chibs #soa #sons of anarchy #chibs telford #filip telford #filip chibs telford #motorcycle clubs #motorcycle #david hale

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Pomegranate, Chapter 17: Quiet Earth, Part I.

John Seed x Female Deputy

Rating: Explicit.

Read it on Ao3 here!

Notes: Thanks all who have been keeping up with this! I'm so consistently floored by the amount of content creators we have in this fandom corner and the sheer level of workmanship that exists here. This is the first chapter of Pom that I'll be posting to tumblr, and I'm hoping to draw up a little sketch with each update. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them! Big thank you to @shallow-gravy and @consumedkings as always for dealing with my stupidity and being a pair of top-notch angels, and also just like, everybody who takes time out of their day to engage with this? Y'all really sticking with ultra slow burn and I swear after some wicked angst in the next couple of chapters I'll finally be able to throw some well-deserved smut at you. WARNINGS: Forced conversion, descriptions of dissociation and derealisation, explicit language, sexual content, depictions of violence, guns, blood and gore. Canon-typical debauchery.

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“Don’t touch him!”

Mary May lunged with enough force for John to feel the wake of air sweep through him, even with how quickly she was snatched up and yanked back to her place. The soles of her tennis shoes squeaked against the floor as she was dragged to the far side of the room, unable to be trusted with providing audience to Nick’s Atonement.

A shame, really. It was nicer as a shared experience.

The Baptist rolled his jaw, off-setting some of the tension arising from the shrieks that the blonde flung at the back of his head. He righted himself, taking the tattoo gun from one of his faithful with a gracious nod, and turned his attention down to the pilot currently pinned to the floor. Without a word, he sank to his knees, straddling the man, keeping silent as he could just to listen out for any change in his demeanour. Fear. Grief. Defeat. Acceptance. A sign to prove his readiness.

Nick didn't flinch, breathing hard through his nose and watching with hateful eyes. John hovered an indicating hand over the man’s bare chest, bruised from the fight he’d put up against his capture, mentally mapping out placement. Then, he came in with the needle, beginning with the stem of an ’E’, right in the centre of Nick's sternum.

The pilot snorted, masking discomfort with indifference, turning a wince into a scoff. “Figures you don’t use stencils. I ain’t got a hope in hell of this turning out good, do I.”

That casual old Nick attitude. He missed it.

If only he’d let him do this 5 years ago. He wouldn’t have had to miss it.

John feigned offense. “Oh I’m sorry, Nick. Did you want me to do the rest in cursive? Add a feather? Infinity symbol?”

“For fuck’s sake-”

“Talk about tonal dissonance. It’s not meant to be pretty.” He grumbled. “Might’ve gotten a little more practice if you’d-”

A yell from the rear entryway pulled John’s hand away from his canvas. More squeaking. More interruption. Jerome Jeffries getting hauled into the church, held under each arm by the pair of Chosen that John had sent looking for him.

The Baptist cast a look over his shoulder at them, content with the sight of Jerome adequately beaten and bloodied. “Ahh. Pastor. Try to run and hide? It’s no wonder your flock ran astray with a shepherd so quick to leave them to the wolves.”

Jerome ignored him. No reply. No eye contact. A crime John noted to make worthy of capital punishment in the New Eden. The Pastor was set down beside Mary May, who immediately began seeing to his injuries. Murmuring bubbled between them.

“Did you reach them?” The bartender asked. Must’ve been a negative, because the next thing she did was curse.

“The Deputy was calling when they caught me.”

And if she had half the spine to come and broker an agreement for her friends, she’d be inbound.

“Could you at least gag them? I’m trying to concentrate.” John ordered no one in particular, earning another scoff from Nick. “The faster we work, the less we’ll have to get through once she arrives. The quicker we can be out of this heinous town.”

“Stay away from her, shitbag.” The pilot ground out, this time unable to save face when John retaliated, pressing the gun just a little too hard, digging down through an extra few layers of skin.

“Nick Rye, you’re a married man.” John tutted playfully, resuming his work. “That sin of yours again. Take, take, take. Didn’t think the Deputy to be your type. Wouldn’t say you’re hers, either.”

Nick looked downright disgusted at the prospect. Less concerned for the state of his wife - which meant she'd been a likely getaway. “Always been so fuckin’ jealous.”

“Come again?”

“Think folks are stupid? Think I don’t know you?”

“You don't know me, period.” John bit back, skin on the back of his neck flushing between boiling and freezing.

“Anyone else givin’ you this much trouble’d be long dead by now. That shit on the radio? Reckon you’d be talkin’ like that if your family could hear you across the river?” Nick continued, averting his gaze when John shot him a particularly poisonous look. He didn’t, however, find it necessary to respond to such a veiled accusation.

At least until -

“Everybody knows you wanna stick it to her, John-”

As if he’d been awaiting the chance, John’s free hand shot to Nick’s jaw, aching in protest when he squeezed, not stopping until he could feel the man’s molars beneath his flesh. “That’s about enough from you.” He crooned.

John had his desires, yes. He’d accepted that much. Had he not been sworn to celibacy, he might have jumped at the opportunity to respond to Cora’s advances last night. That said, she was still an outsider, and while her Atonement made the prospect less dicey, he couldn’t consciously consider laying with the woman in real life.

No matter how torturous it had become to gear his thoughts toward anything else.

He could be content with just her company, without making any further advances on her. Last night had simply been a moment of weakness, and he’d prevailed by stepping away.

“If you’ll excuse me.” John switched off the little machine once he’d completed his piece and promptly stood to beckon for replacement parts. Mary May might have gotten away with an allergic reaction last time he’d attempted this, but considering he’d be slicing it out of her within the hour, he couldn’t see any reason for her to be complaining. The bartender had been a thorn in his side from the start. While Nick and his wife had once lent John their...whatever a sinner’s closest equivalent was to friendship, Mary May had always been trouble. Wore her heart on her sleeve and trusted no one she hadn’t grown up around. Bolshie. Almost fucking killed him, once.

John busied himself with needle transfers and a pleasant expression. He could feel the woman’s eyes on him.

Did she think what Nick proclaimed? That complete and utter lie?

How fucking crass. No, he did not want to ’stick it’ to Cora. At least, as far as anyone else was concerned. He was fond of her, and - while yes, he had encountered temptation - if one disregarded the cum-stained, stolen panties in his pocket, and the conjured fantasies, and the purely incidental erection he’d maintained after the Deputy stuck her tongue down his throat last night - there was simply no evidence to suggest to anyone else that he was even remotely tempted to break the rules.

Sex was the furthest thing from his mind. It was mere coincidence that today had just so happened to fall on a morning in which he’d needed to trim.

…

If, however, she were to decide that she wanted to continue what she’d attempted last night, then surely he couldn’t be to blame if he only failed to stop her. It wasn’t technically fornication if he didn’t initiate it. Nor was it considered intercourse if -

“Brother John.”

John jumped, heart stopping, whipping his head around to the Chosen standing at the door of the church.

“What?" He asked thickly.

“The Deputy’s arrived.”

Right on cue, the crackling of gunshots drifted in alongside the Chosen’s announcement.

“Tell everyone to hold their fire.” John ordered. “We have them outnumbered tenfold. The Deputy can’t be stupid enough to create a hostage situation. Direct her here, and peacefully.”

The Chosen’s throat bobbed, swallowing back outrage, and John squinted hard at him, trying to dispel the flicker of green light in the mist outside as it settled against the man’s temple.

“John, I don’t think-”

He never got a chance to act on that incoming insubordination.

Instead, he jerked, cut off by a sickening crack as a section of his skull blew out of his head. Red mist and liquified brain matter followed, splattering against the doorframe, and the Chosen slumped lifeless onto the front step.

John wasn’t so much shaken by the killing as he was irritated by everyone else’s apparent refusal to let today go according to plan. Maybe also the pile of brains and hair now sitting on his once-pristine red carpet. He’d made this easy for the woman: kill everyone he could round up, leave her with no one to claim duty to, and get this all over and done with. Have her home by mid-afternoon. Embark on a new chapter and achieve salvation. It was that simple.

Woe to him for trusting in her common sense.

“Fuck’s sake. Wrath begets more wrath.” He muttered, smoothing a hand over his chin. He didn’t have the patience for this any longer. “Fine. Sister -”

A woman stood from the pews as soon as John made eye contact, equally as unshaken by the scene mere feet away.

“Send out word: the Deputy wants to sacrifice her friends for the sake of a fight.” John punctuated the end of his sentence with a click as he returned his focus to jamming the needles into his tattoo gun. “Give her what she wants. Take her by force.”

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The smokescreen was beginning to clear, but despite the weight it was taking off her lungs, Cora would’ve preferred it remain just a little longer. At least until they’d cleared out the town. Had they been quicker, it might have lasted longer. Covered their approach to Fall’s End. Given them more cover to sneak about unseen.

The streets, while still hazy, were visible now. It wasn’t a difficult task watching Peggie silhouettes run from building to building in search of her team. Resistance members and civilians were either in the process of being rounded up, or littered the road and pavement, dead. The Ryes, Mary May, and Pastor Jerome were yet to be seen amongst either group.

Same went for Boomer.

Aside from the barking of orders from Chosen and faithful, there was little sound. Knowing how much of a fuss her dog had put up the last time he’d been caught by the Project struck Cora’s nerves. He was his own alarm, and he would not go peacefully.

Not hearing him was an indication of the worst.

Some part of her brain argued against the idea. Vouching that John wouldn’t have hurt the creature. That was her dog. He had to be an exception to the massacre, no matter how vicious he behaved.

She had to find him, and creeping through the rear entry of the Spread Eagle was the first point of call.

Luckily enough, the back door had yet to be boarded up. Peggies who rushed past covered windows hardly stopped to peek inside the place for fear of being tainted by the presence of alcohol. Sneaking in was simple enough, too, at least once Jess had picked the lock.

“I’m going to pretend that door was open.” The Deputy murmured her equivalent to praise, passing into the building.

Grace headed straight in after her, taking a left to search for any sign of Mary May while she took a right toward the stairs.

“You pretend the Cook’s head was already gone when we found him?” Jess whispered.

“Freak accident. You all saw it.”

“First floor’s clear.” Grace announced from the serving hatch in the kitchen, clearly unhappy about it.

“Right.” Cora acknowledged, “I’ll check up top.”

The second story was as dead-quiet as the first. Furniture had been knocked over in the hallway and bedrooms had been raided. None of it indicated anything good, but she still had to know.

Cora pushed open the door to her room, and while she held no expectation of what she’d find, her heart sank anyway.

It was empty.

Boomer was gone.

Only his makeshift collar and a tattered bandana remained atop the rug he’d been snoozing on that morning.

Her dog.

John had either taken him or killed him, just like the rest. He’d do the same to the rest of her team. She should’ve taken the Baptist’s offer before the latter had even become a possibility.

“No sign?” Grace affirmed once the Deputy slipped back down to the first floor. “My guess is either they’re in hiding, or John’s giving them special treatment. If they were dead he’d be parading them.”

Sharky and Hurk exchanged a frown when Cora offered only a nod, notably more meek than usual.

“Was he in there, darlin’?” Adelaide asked, a little too gently not to invite a sting to her eyes.

Cora felt her jaw clench. It was a different breed of nausea, trying to keep her composure under the scrutiny of the rest of the team. She managed to shake her head, and Adelaide’s hand found her shoulder.

“Could still be with the others, yet.” The woman offered.

“So how do we find them?” Jess asked.

Find John Seed, of course.

“Finding them’s one thing. Getting to them might be the harder part.” Cora began. “The smokescreen’s only getting thinner and there’s Peggies everywhere. It's grasslands from here to the hills. No way we can herd everyone across a field on-foot, safely. We’ve got to make sure they stay freed, first.”

“And?” Jess huffed. “We’re gonna kill some Peggies, right?”

The blonde considered that.

“We split up. Search the buildings for anyone who hasn’t been caught yet. Round them up and plant explosives as we go. With enough chaos, maybe we can have a shot at turning the tide in the short term.”

Sharky was practically trembling. “Explosives, like, everywhere?”

“Everywhere. The more damage, the better.” Cora replied. “Adelaide, Xander, pair up. Sharky and Hurk, same with you.”

“And us on range?” Jess grinned, trading a look with Grace who maintained absolute stoicism. “I’m so into that.”

“No.”

…

“Say what?”

“No more ranged attacks. I need you and Grace to head back to the van -”

Jess was advancing on her before she’d even finished her sentence.

“You’re pulling me outta the fight? The fuck gives?” The huntress loomed over the Deputy, incredulous. Cora made an effort to stay put, but Jess’s insistence managed to outweigh her stubbornness, forcing the blonde to compromise by leaning as far back as she could without falling.

“We can’t keep running on short-term wins.” Cora insisted. “We have to put our foot down. No more small assaults. No more hoping John gets demoralised enough that he hands himself over.”

Sharky frowned. “What’re you saying?”

She met his gaze, puffing out her chest, retaking her space. “I’m saying the Henbane Bridge is unmanned right now. If we get word to the County Jail, there’s no roadblock to stop them from helping us win this. John Seed’s throwing everything he can at us. I say we try for the same. I say we end it for good. We’re gonna take back Holland Valley. Today.”

“...You really like that dog, huh.”

“That too.”

Jess looked unconvinced. “So the two of us are running errands while the rest of you are holding the fort? Fucking bullshit.”

“I told you. No more range.” Cora bit back, jabbing a thumb toward Hurk and Sharky. “You’d rather send Boshaws and Drubmans to convince Tracey to send us her best people? No offence.”

“None taken, bitch.” Adelaide grumbled.

Grace exhaled, throwing away momentary hesitation. “We’ll be fast.”

Cora traded a nod with the sniper before looking to Jess once more.

Still unconvinced.

“They have cars with guns on them, remember?”

The corner of Jess’s mouth ticked. Temptation.

Mission accomplished.

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The tacky fucking carpet was the first thing she noticed, creeping along Main Street. Bliss petals had been sprinkled all over the road leading up to the church.

The carpet ended at the door. An invitation if she ever saw one. Boastful. Arrogant.

A pang of dread ached through Cora's bones, holding her in place while she drew her revolver. It could be an ambush. It probably was an ambush, but there was nothing she could feasibly do to avoid it. If the others were in there, then she couldn't wait around any longer.

She had to do this. At least hold out until Jess and Grace returned, with or without help.

She'd been running for long enough. All other options had been exhausted. At least John offered the least awful defeat.

Drawing close to the entrance, the Deputy pointedly avoided examining a dead crow that had been impaled upon the wall. She inhaled, holding the breath in her lungs, steadying her heart rate.

It was only freedom.

She opened the door, immediately training the gun out before her, following its guide into the room.

About a dozen Peggies dotted the space, leaning against walls, lining the pews - all angled at the pulpit, observing Nick on the floor. He stifled a cry while John sliced through the final remaining layers of skin binding the tattoo to his chest, peeling the word 'GREED' out of his flesh. Blood pooled on the floor around them, and the moment John had stepped away, the pilot was descended on with antiseptic and bandages.

The Deputy waited for nausea at the sight to take its course. It never did. She was all but numbed to the sight.

"Deputy, run!"

Mary May's voice cut through the silence, and the bartender lurched from her own spot on the ground. Guns raised all around the room, swinging around to aim for Cora.

”Hold!” John barked immediately, unconcerned when the Deputy shifted her aim to him. Instead, he busied himself with washing his sullied hands. “Hold your fire.”

His followers obeyed.

Cora, meanwhile, cocked the revolver in her grip. One foot edged into the room, and she glanced around for the Project’s captives before returning her gaze to John. All on the other side of the room. Pinned. Fuck.

“Hope County Sheriff’s Department.” She announced, staring the Baptist down, ignoring the grin that crept onto his face - like he found it fucking funny. “Weapons on the ground. Step away from the hostages.”

“Hostages?” John snorted. He gestured Pastor Jerome, Mary May, and Nick. “These are guests! This is their Atonement. This is your Atonement.”

“Drop the fucking weapons.”

John’s patience thinned. Quickly. “I’m not doing this with you.” He replied simply. “Not today.”

With his own look around the room, John inclined his head. An unspoken order to which everyone carrying a gun turned them on her allies.

“We both know you don’t have enough bullets for everyone. Nor do you have the time. So why don’t you put down my gun and surrender.”

“Don’t-” Mary May was cut off with the tap of steel against her temple. Warning.

John was right. She was outnumbered. There was no chance of getting any of them out with force alone.

She inhaled. Exhaled. Watched the fondness slip back onto John’s face like it had never left, and set the gun on the floor.

“That’s my girl.” John murmured. Then, he motioned. “Get her ready.”

Cora’s stomach dropped as two sets of arms coiled around hers, each pulling and pushing, prickling at her skin with unfamiliar, sickening touch. Biology told her to resist. Escape the sensation. The downward pulling.

“No, stop it.” Escaped her while she squirmed. “Get off. Stop touching me-”

“Her friends can’t be far. Find them.” The Baptist ordered, turning away toward the pulpit.

Cora’s knees hit the floor. There was no holding the repetition of protests, but even as she consciously elevated the volume of her voice, it grew quieter in her ears. Calculated attempts to jerk away and make an escape became automatic twitches.

One of John’s followers - a female - crept into view, fingers tugging at the top button on her uniform collar. John readied a tattoo gun over the woman’s shoulder, and the Deputy’s mind screamed alarm bells. Get out. Escape. Fight back. Regain control.

“I won’t hurt you, sister.”

This time, she sank, curling forward, angling herself away from the woman. Another attempt, and she wrenched away again, snarling. Then, the Peggies around her must have gotten tired of all the fuss, because the tear of cotton clawed at her ears. Ringing through her brain.

Her back felt cold all of a sudden.

Green material slipped down her arms, and at the sight of her own uniform pooling in shreds in her own lap, Cora ceased her thrashing. The shredded shirt was yanked from her belt and tossed aside, and she watched with growing resignation while John turned back around.

His gaze found hers. Then flickered downward, first to the compression bra, then a margin to the right. “Here I thought you’d be unmarked.” He commented, inspecting what was visible of the old ink on her lower ribs while he approached.

Hands pressed against Cora’s shoulders, and she drifted back until her shoulder blades hit the floor.

John continued to loom until he stood directly over her. He sank to his knees, expression softening with his descent until he was on all fours on top of her. He looked almost adoring, and she hated how it comforted her, just slightly. She hated how the hands had disappeared from her limbs, and yet she still made no further attempt to escape. He had every ounce of power now.

She didn’t know she’d started trembling until his free hand swept over her collarbones, mapping out her chest, calming the gooseflesh beading on her from the chill, or the fright, or perhaps just that this whole thing felt so humiliatingly exposing.

A blush swelled over John’s throat, maybe indicating some straying line of thought. He snapped out of it and settled to sit on her hips. “This looks familiar, doesn’t it?” He teased, hovering the tattoo gun right over the centre of her sternum.

“Dont.” Was all she could manage. Weak. Pleading. “I don’t want you to.”

“You have no idea how good you’re going to feel after this.” John cooed.

One of his fingers drifted along her jaw. An attempt at comforting her, but to no avail. He looked equal parts gentle and feral with excitement.

The machine buzzed, lowering pitch when the needles finally pressed into her flesh.

This was it.

She’d lost. There was no going back, anymore. No more normal, no more ridding herself of this family. They’d taken everything, and now they were claiming ownership over her, too.

The others were being hunted. It was only a matter of time. John was working too quickly. They’d be gone before the Cougars even crossed the river.

Cora’s nerves muted. Sound closed to just the rumble of blood in her ears. She receded into herself. Found a backseat in her mind, away from the sensory overload and the humiliation and her own failure while her body quietly continued: ”Dont, don’t, stop.”

She’d lost, and John wouldn’t stop. Not while he was branding the evidence of his victory into her flesh.

Defeat tasted worse than anticipated.

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Bullets whizzed overhead while Sharky and Hurk took cover beneath the window, watching helplessly as the aisle of potato chips and bar nuts was torn to shreds by the onslaught. Dorito dust filled the shop like mustard gas.

“Cuz, I think they found us!” Hurk barked, snapping an arm over his head in defence when a stray round ricocheted off the front counter.

“What gives you that impression?” Sharky hit back, hurriedly setting down his shotgun and shrugging his backpack to the floor.

“How many are there?”

“How about you check?”

A moment of quiet occurred while the cousins glared at each other, leaving their standoff to a battle of no blinking. Then the Peggies outside must’ve finished re-loading, because the back wall of the shop was suddenly being shot into swiss cheese.

They were okay. Everything was cool. Addie and Xander had taken their share of explosives and gone the quiet route. Grace and Jess were gone. Shorty had disappeared into the church, and while he couldn't count the best, Sharky was pretty confident that John had caught her.

Could they have kept on looking for survivors and breaking out captives? Sure - but why do that when they could kill, like 40 birds with one stone and beeline for the gas station? It was conveniently across the road from the church, empty of any and all life barring the dormant tanks underground. An explosion that big was sure to fuck up like a good portion of Main Street. Not even the Chosen would be able to resist checking it out.

Disconnecting the safety switches had been easy. He’d been arrested for doing it like 5 times already. Cops, Peggies; it didn’t matter - Sharky knew what he was doing, and without the giant swinging dick of the law hanging over him, the man was on a mission. Cultists shooting at him was fine. He was used to that.

Threat of death or no, he wasn’t giving up the chance to see this place blow sky high.

“We’ll be outta here any second, Hurky.” Sharky assured. “Just gotta sprinkle a little C-4 around the place and we’ll be gone before it even goes off.”

Hurk was sweating. A lot. He was accustomed to being shot at, but normally, he had more than just Sharky to get him out of a tight spot. “Alright, bro. Gimme some. Many hands and what have you.”

“Fuck yeah. First step, toss some at the tanker outside. We wanna get the place as fiery as possible up here to wake up the big boys underground, and-”

Sharky stopped in his tracks, eyeing the backpack he’d just been in the process of unzipping.

“-uhh.”

“Uhh?”

“Hurky, can I be real with you?”

“Is now the best time for a deep and meaningful?” Hurk hissed, crawling toward him nonetheless.

The arsonist stuck his hand down the pack, rifling through fluff and mesh. “I, uh, I think I brought the wrong bag. And by think I mean know without a shadow of a doubt.”

Hurk watched as his cousin tugged the green, furry headpiece of a dragon out into the open.

“You brought-...”

“I brought my fursuit.”

“Not the C-4?”

“Not the C-4.”

“Okay, bro. That's fine. I'm not mad. Human error. Not even a little bit?”

Sharky checked again, just for good measure. “Nope...so, uhm...you got a match?”

Hurk ran a hank through his hair. “Not to poo poo your ideas, but that probably ain’t the best move.”

So just like that, they were fucked.

Jess and Grace still hadn’t come back. The others were nowhere to be seen. Shorty was holed up in that church, and he and Hurk were about to be rounded up by born-again virgins.

Shit, if that were the case -

“Well, if this is gonna be the last opportunity.” Sharky grunted, tugging the suit out and unzipping the back. “May as well enjoy our last minutes of freedom, huh?”

Hurk took the cue, creeping across the destroyed shop floor and reaching for a popped bag of pretzels. He sat back against the wall, leaning against the rocket launcher he’d propped up against the corner.

“Man.” The brunette sighed, staring at the floor. “If only we had some other kind of ranged, explosive device.”

“No shit.” Sharky agreed. “Some high velocity shit would fix this.”

They exchanged a sympathetic look once the arsonist had zipped himself up and crept over and sit beside his cousin, both leaning on either side of the RPG.

Hurk held out the bag.

“Pretzel?”

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“Was that so bad?” John asked, placing the tattoo gun aside and framing the Deputy’s marked chest. ’WRATH', in true black, beading with blood. The skin surrounding the text was mottled and inflamed. Excess ink covered the area in patches, gathering in the dip of her cleavage, disappearing beneath her sports bra.

All that sin, already leaking out through the exit he’d made for her.

Gorgeous.

Cora didn’t respond. That was fine. Shock was normal. She’d thank him once this was all over. For now, she just trembled, lock jawed, dissociated gaze searching what John had thought was him until he sat up. No, instead she was watching the ceiling.

John flashed a smile, blocking out a tiny streak of dread at the sight of the woman so vacant. Sweeping a lock of stained hair over her shoulder, he smoothed his fingers past her neck, attempting to gently angle her focus back to him. “Hey. You can come back now. We’re all done.”

You're finally on the other side. React to it. React to me. Look at me-

The boom came first, hollow and deep, and John felt the floor beneath him rumble. Chandeliers and decorations wobbled from the disturbance. Several of his followers shot from their seats, immediately abandoning the Resistance leaders they’d guarded in favour of pacing back and forth, trying to get a look at whatever was happening outside.

“Is this it?”

“Is it the Collapse?”

“It’s time?”

“John, is it the Collapse?”

The panic escalated quickly, forcing the Baptist to break his attention away from the empty woman below him and rein in the flock.

“Calm down.” He exclaimed, “It’s not the Collapse. It’s probably just-”

Another boom. Almost deafeningly loud.

This time, the whole church shook. Windows shattered in their creaking panes and smashed to the floor while pews squealed heavily in protest.

Contrary to his assertion, John dove down, covering the Deputy with his body. Holy shit, was it the Collapse?

The tremor must have been enough to snap Cora out of her trance, because a muffled “Get your tits out of my face.” buzzed against John’s chest.

Tragically, however, the Baptist never got the opportunity to reply to her. Had it not been for the fucking tennis shoe colliding with the side of his skull, he imagined he’d have something very clever to say. Alas, pain shot through his head and he jerked to the side, fighting against the blow to stay put. A snarl from Mary May, his apparent attacker, sounded in retaliation. She dove into him, knee driving into his ribs, throwing him off of the Deputy.

His thoughts left him for the briefest moment, overtaken by ensuing gunshots and shouts and the shrieks of the bartender as she was clawed away from him. Her hand shot forward right as she was yanked up, intended as a punch. It didn’t land, and John couldn’t help but shoot her a smirk for her failure.

“Deputy, gun!”

Nevermind. It wasn’t a punch after all. Mary May had been pointing over his shoulder at the revolver that had been surrendered on the floor. His revolver. The same one Cora was now scrambling toward.

No.

John lurched, heart leaping into his throat.

Not now. Not after he’d won. Not when they were so close.

His hand found the leg of Cora’s pants, wrenching, pulling her away from the weapon, and she kicked against him. Her finger tips slid against the barrel of the revolver, tugging it into her palm.

God wouldn’t fucking undo his victory.

John snarled, catching the Deputy’s wrist when she tried to aim - at him no less. Without her own recovery time achieved, he was able to wrestle the weapon from her easily enough, flattening her struggling body beneath his just long enough to hook an arm around her waist. He twisted around, holding the woman’s back against his belly. Her squirming ceased with the press of the muzzle against her head, and the moment her allies had taken notice of the change, everything went still.

Finally.

A little civility.

Several of John’s followers lay on the floor, either dead or close to it. Only a half-dozen remained, though the pair of Chosen had survived and placed themselves closest to their leader.

Pastor Jerome had procured a handgun from within his own bible - something that pulled a breathless laugh out of John as he surveyed the others. Nick hadn’t been able to arm himself, but he’d still tackled one of the faithful to the ground. His knuckles were bloodied. A familiar sight. Mary May had wrestled a gun of her own away from the woman who’d seized her. She aimed it shakily at John.

Armed but outnumbered, outgunned, and now, they were in check.

They never learned, did they?

“The way you people behave, you’d think salvation was a bad thing.” John tittered. “Right. Now, let’s try this again. Atonement, or damnation.” To punctuate his meaning, he tapped the muzzle against Cora’s head. She grunted in protest, and he ignored her. Of course it was a bluff. No one else knew that but him, though. It was too risky a move for the Resistance to let him do away with the one person that banded their factions.

She was their leader. They couldn’t lose her.

John looked around the room once more, locking eyes with Jerome first - then Mary May. “Are we going to behave?”

The answer was immediate and clear: a gunshot cracking through the Baptist’s ears and the flash of a blast spilling from Mary May’s weapon. Cora’s elbow driving into his stomach and the reaction time of his Chosen snapping to attention, covering him, already hauling John out of the church and onto the street.

Fuck no, he wasn't leaving without his prize.

"GRAB HER!" John howled, struggling against the attempts to get him to safety. "Leave the rest!"

It was a reluctant effort, but the Deputy was yanked along as well, shoved into Johns arms on his repeated orders, with me, with me.

“Mary May, what the fuck!” The Deputy roared over her shoulder.

“Sorry Deputy! I missed!”

Missed?

“You sure about that? Jesus fucking Christ!”

More shots sounded, but only the noise pursued them from the building. It wasn’t until John had shoved Cora into the back of the waiting truck that he realised how warm his hand had gotten. Wet, too.

“Get to the ranch!” One of the Chosen snarled up front, casting a look back at the Baptist while the vehicle took off, watching as he peeled away from the blonde to inspect himself.

Blood.

He was bleeding. But where from? Barring the sting of his scabs and that kick to the head, nothing hurt. There were no wounds hiding under his sleeves or -

A hiss sounded from the Deputy beside him, curling in on herself.

Shit.

She hadn’t elbowed him.

“Cora-” John scrambled for her. "Cora, let me see."

“Told you not to call me that.” The Deputy grit out, kicking at him until she’d well and truly jammed herself into the corner of the seat and the car door. Her left hand gripped her right forearm, just below the elbow and to no avail. Crimson coated the skin on her side, encasing her arm completely and seeping through her fingertips.

She was bleeding. Not heavily, but steadily.

”Deputy.” John bit back, advancing. “You’re hurt. Let me help-”

Just like that, the kicking resumed. “Don’t touch me-DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME-”

“For once in your fucking life, just relax!”

Only incomprehensible snarling came in response.

John rolled his jaw, brimming with as much irritation as he was adrenaline. The Resistance had made their choice. Regretful, but final. He’d gotten what he came for, and he wasn’t intending on losing her just because she was too stubborn to accept help.

He glanced at the revolver still in his grip. Then back at Cora, rotating the grip toward her. A threat. “Are you going to let me help, or am I going to have to calm you down?”

“Don’t you dare.” Her words came hoarse. She gave scowling a red hot go, but without the rationale to deny him, the Deputy lacked conviction. She exhaled. “Fuck it. We've done this enough already. You get ten minutes. Then you’re under arrest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her cheek twitched. A weak chuckle. The slightest flash of acknowledgement as she let him press his weight over her forearm. Thankfully, the wound wasn’t pulsing; nor was there a puncture wound. A gouged strip had been carved into her flesh where the bullet had grazed, but nothing vital seemed to have been struck.

“That - you can keep saying.”

"You're a flirt when you're in shock, Deputy." Had John not been too busy regulating about a dozen other emotions, he might have flushed at her words. For a moment, he just sat there, basking in the borderline friendliness on her face. Then, it occurred to him that they were among watchful company, and he cleared his throat, returning to his task.

Minutes passed. No more words were exchanged. Not until they’d passed the Rye and Son’s sign.

The Chosen in the front passenger’s seat looked over his shoulder, dismissing another over the radio before regarding the Baptist. “The Resistance isn’t making ground. The faithful are still rounding up stragglers, and we’ve taken casualties, but numbers are looking strong. Medic will meet you at the ranch, John. We can deliver our newest sister to the Gate while you recover.”

John inclined his head. “Much obliged. We need this one to stay with us until she’s completed her vows. She can’t be trusted unsupervised, but I won’t put the responsibility of containing her back on our people again.” He looked to Cora, then. Her face had run pale and she’d gone clammy, but she remained upright. Just...woozy. Pacified, for now.

He’d got what he came for. Fuck the rest.

“I have something to say.” The blonde announced, swaying against John’s arm. “I know why Mary May shot me.”

“This another one of your jokes?” John deadpanned.

“This one’s funny, I swear.”

“...go on, then.”

“It’s because I never tip.”

For a moment, Cora looked very satisfied with herself. Then, she retched, slumping forward into the Baptist’s lap when he instinctually jolted out of the potential line of fire. He hurried to steady her, keeping tight hold over her wound, and grimaced while the noise escaped her a second time.

Thank God nothing came out; his shoes would’ve been the first to know about it.

The Deputy didn’t sit back up.

That was fine. So long as she wasn’t dead. So long as she wasn’t fighting back.

“It’s all the sin escaping you.” John explained, off-handed, when a complaining grunt sounded below. “Evil being expelled from your body. You’ll feel better soon.”

“Pretty sure it’s my blood pressure, actually. Soon as I’m good again, you’re history.”

When one disregarded the fact that she’d had a gun trained on him earlier - and the blood drying uncomfortably on his clothes - and the persistent pounding of a headache from Mary May’s heel, this was almost pleasant. The quiet roads. The Deputy, all but atoned with her head on his thigh. Not fighting back. Conceding defeat. Peaceful.

He got what he came for.

He’d won.

He was saved.

Passing his thumb over Cora’s ribs, John’s attention was pulled back to the old ink peeking out from beneath the band of her top. Text, blurred and flattened enough to be years old, and too obscured to decipher.

“Thought I’d be your first.” The brunette murmured.

“Jealous?”

Yes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. What’s it say?”

“‘The Mountains Are Calling’.”

A sickening wave of dread passed over the Baptist. The rock forming in his throat, icy and bitter and seizing him against any reply.

The mountains are calling.

Jacob. Joseph. The Trials. Atonement wasn’t the final step. Handing her over to his brothers was the final step.

He got what he came for, but the woman in his arms wasn’t the trophy intended for him.

He was saved. He’d redeemed himself. He’d completed his task and Joseph would permit him beyond the gates. That was all he was supposed to do. That was enough.

That had to be enough.

“‘And I Must Go’.” John completed quietly.

Cora tilted her head a little, not quite looking at him - almost like she was trying not to. “You know John Muir.”

“Not enough to warrant a photo on the bedside table.”

“Shut up.”

There was nothing convincing about the chuckle he offered. He was too busy observing her, studying the side of her face. Committing her to memory as if he hadn’t spent years acquainting himself with every spot and micro-expression.

“Maybe working for you will be bearable.” She murmured, and John’s heart only sank further. "If I don't manage to arrest you."

The mountains are calling.

She still had no idea that all the promises he’d made her had been fabricated. That she wouldn’t be staying. That he’d lied to her.

The mountains were calling. In a few days time, she’d know it. She’d despise him. She’d be taken off his hands and he’d assume his regular duties once again.

He’d saved both of them.

Cora’s thumb absently grazed back and forth on his knee. Ignorant. “Can I ask something?”

It took everything in him not to mirror the action against her skin.

“Of course.”

“Can I start next Monday?”

"What happened to you being such a workaholic?"

"To be honest with you, I'm really fucking tired."

She’d be incredible. Jacob would love her. Joseph would be proud. John had accomplished something near-impossible for his family, and even if the Deputy hated him - even if she forgot him entirely, he was content with the knowledge that he’d have brought her to salvation.

Even if they never saw each other again, he’d know that she’d passed through the gates. That she’d climb to the surface once the world had been scorched clean. She’d rebuild, and marry, and have children, and he’d do the same.

Hopeful anticipation and the agony of longing had never felt so similar before.

“Fine.” John smiled, giving in, sliding his fingers up her arm and coaxing a stray lock of hair out of her face. There were no promises he’d be able to do it again after this. “But on one condition.”

“What?”

“Spend those days with me.”

Cora stirred, angling to peer up at him out of the corner of her eye. She smiled crookedly.

“Deal.”

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