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Realistic or Modern 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓬𝓮𝓼 || Main Thread

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  • how she's feeling...



    calming down

















Smoke



the leader's daughter












To be absolutely honest, Smoke didn’t expect Juniper to be such a tough opponent and her plan was to deliver a few slaps, maybe even one punch and be done with the traitorous nurse. However, it was getting out of control and Juni was definitely not going to go down without putting up a fight first. Once Smoke grabbed a handful of blonde strands and pulled back, Juniper cried out in pain and a satisfied grimace twisted Smoke’s lips. Millie was standing nearby and Smoke heard her speak, trying to calm the situation down, but those two were too far in their rage to stop now. It was nearing the “kill or be killed” kind of situation and the crowed gathered around them was only encouraging the girls to finish their catfight.

As Smoke’s arm was trying to wrap around Juni’s neck, the blonde reached up and returned the favor of hair pulling, causing Smoke’s head tilt back. Sharp pain cut through her scalp and she hissed in pain. A few blows landed all over her torso and even face, a few of them even tearing her skin. Smoke felt it but didn’t care as the rage filling her veins was way too great and she was in her fighter mode anyway. Injuries could wait, now she had some work to do. Her own nails scratched and tore and she heard fabric rip but in her haze, there was no telling whose clothes paid the prices.

Only when the hand came out of nowhere and pushed her away with greater force, the brunette bartender blinked and realized Juniper was now out of her grip. Her eyes sparkled with anger and she looked at who dared to interfere only to see her tattooed boyfriend. Ink decided to break the fight off and to Smoke’s disbelief, he was holding Juniper close, trying to protect her. Smoke almost fainted and the scene in front of her eyes was only making her more furious. The exchange between her and Ink was venomous and she was ready to charge again but Ink pushed her away again which only caused the girl to flood him with insults in Spanish. What happened next though, it took her breath away.

In front of everyone in the clubhouse, Ink spat word on her which made it clear. The two were done. He broke up with her publicly, humiliating the leader’s daughter more than she had ever been humiliated before. And to top it all off, he wrapped his muscled tattooed arm around Juniper and steered her away, out of the clubhouse. Smoke’s lower lip quivered and the buzz quieted down, everyone staring at her. “What?” she spat at the Aces. “Get lost, fuckers! Nothing to see here.” she hissed and reached to wipe whatever was running down her cheek only to see there was a nice cut there. Fucking rings.

“Damnit! Ash said the blonde would win…” a voice from nearby sounded and Smoke flinched, her eyes searching for the criminal. Her own brother… No way. This night was getting worse and worse for the girl and her chest was becoming heavier, as if an elephant was sitting there.

A shadow fell upon her and Smoke looked up only to see Bear towering over her figure with a bottle of tequila and cigarettes, asking her if she wanted to join him. Putting her tough girl mask back on, her hand reached for the bottle and once she had it in her grip, Smoke tilted it at her lips, pouring a general amount in her mouth. “Let’s go…” she growled and marched towards the back door, almost kicking it open. Cold air caressed her face and the girl closed her eyes, inhaling a few times until the large portion of her anger receded. “Fucking hell…” she breathed and pulled her phone out, checking her face in the front camera. Seeing a few scratches across her cheeks, she just shook her head and turned around to look at her guardian angel. “Light me up?” she smiled, motioning her head to the pack of smokes in his hand and took another pull from the bottle. “So, you got the wild card of handling the bitch tonight?”












































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  • how he's feeling...



    strangely free

















Ink



the hot-head












Breaking up with Smoke was definitely inevitable but Ink always imagined she would be the one to do the deed. Ink definitely wanted her to, being a selfish bastard. If it happened, it would be on her and Ink would stay innocent in front of Shotgun because Smoke was out of line and no one could tame that tigress. Ink would simply play the part of a heartbroken boy for a while and then move on. But what happened tonight, he simply couldn’t handle that anymore. No normal, sane man would be and anyone who said they would was lying.

When Millie came to get him because of the fight, Brady expected something else but seeing the ruthless, merciless torture in front of his eyes, he knew someone needed to do something. But since half of the people was enthralled by two hot girls beating the shit out of each other and the other half was too engaged in betting, Ink himself got in and pulled the kitties away from each other. Which was harder than it might have looked. His arm pulled Juni aside a little and he felt her small body fight him, wanting to charge again. But his grip was iron and he was not going to let her go, even pushed Smoke away when she tried her shit again.

Before Brady knew it, the situation escalated and he heard himself saying the word. He broke up with Smoke on the spot and next thing he knew, he was ushering Juni out of the circle towards the exit. Juni wiggled out of his grip and marched towards the door, Ink right behind her, not giving anyone even one look. All he was interested in was Juni. Once they both stopped, the blonde touched her face and Ink only then noticed she was bruised all over. And though she said she’d survive, the cut on her forehead looked ugly. “You should go back in there. Your girlfriend might need you.” Juni told him and Brady just scoffed. “She can suck it up. Not my girlfriend anymore. Whoever wants that bundle of crazy, they can have it.” Ink mumbled under his breath and approached Juni. “I’m not a nurse but let me help, okay?”

Tearing a strip of fabric off his own shirt, Brady wrapped it around his fingers and touched the gash on the forehead. “She got you good. Needs cleaning. Want a ride home? There’s nothing for me here anyway.” Completely forgetting about the upcoming meeting, Ink was only interested in the girl in front of him, wanting to treat to her injuries and make sure she was alright. Somehow, he felt responsible for what happened since Smoke was his girlfriend. Well, sure, not anymore. But still, he should have kept an eye on her. Many Aces were not keen on the idea that Juni was back, mostly thanks to her brother. It only figured that Smoke was going to be the same. Had Brady stayed at the bar, he could have prevented this shit from happening. “Come on, you know me. I won’t take no for an answer. And I’m sure as hell not letting you go home alone.” Reaching for her hand, Ink laced their fingers together and tugged on her gently with a soft smile on his face. “You gonna make me beg you, Juni?”












































?coded by uxie?
 




/*left side*/






escape the ordinary.



mood
emotional

location
porch

outfit
click!

mention
Ink [ _amaranth_ _amaranth_






/*right side*/

juniper






The adrenaline that had been coursing through Juniper's tiny body during her fight with Smoke was starting to fade, and her emotions were starting to get the best of her. Juni's empathy was just one of the things that made her such a great nurse, and a good friend in general. Now, to be fair, Smoke had started this battle tonight and in a way, Juni had only been defending herself. But even through that, Juniper knew that her pride played a big part in why she hadn't been able to walk away, and in why she hadn't just tried to deescalate the situation to begin with. She was emotionally invested since she and Smoke had once been such great friends, and even though Millie hadn't been involved in the fight itself, she'd been there.

And honestly, Juni felt awful that things had come to that. Looking back onto just a few moments ago, she could clearly hear Millie's voice, trying to calm things down before shit went so sour. Smoke's words had been full of venom and hatred, but there had also been some hurt in there. Hurt that Juni could recognize, because she'd seen it before and even felt it herself. But as much as she wanted to go back in there and pull Smoke in for a hug, she couldn't. Wouldn't. Not that Smoke would appreciate the gesture anyway, and Juniper knew that. Emotions were still running high for both girls, and probably Millie, too. At some point, maybe Juni and Smoke could sit down and Millie could be their go-between, like the old days. Or maybe their friendship was just ruined.

Blinking away tears, Juni snapped at Ink as they stepped outside, telling him he should go back inside because his girlfriend might need him. But Ink just scoffed, and she turned her tear-filled gaze to him as he spoke, telling her that Smoke wasn't his girlfriend anymore. He then moved closer, his voice softening as he asked her to let him help. "You wanted her at one point." Juni whispered, a few tears escaping and leaving wet trails down her cheeks. She couldn't explain why she felt so hurt in that moment, knowing that Brady and Smoke had been intimate. It hurt. But everything hurt at that point, so she just remained silent and sniffled a few times, hissing in pain when he touched the gash on her forehead with the torn fabric from his shirt.

“She got you good. Needs cleaning. Want a ride home? There’s nothing for me here anyway.” Juni's eyes flicked up to him, hesitating. Going home with Ink would likely only piss Smoke off more, and with her own emotions all over the place, she really just wanted to go back home and have a good cry. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to go with Ink, because he was a comfort to her. Someone who didn't judge her by the stupid actions of Robbie, and someone she'd known for quite some time now. He'd always been nice to her, and it would be a lie to say she'd never felt anything for him. But he was definitely off limits, right? But suddenly he was speaking again, reaching for her hand and lacing their fingers together, causing her to release a shuddering breath.

“Come on, you know me. I won’t take no for an answer. And I’m sure as hell not letting you go home alone. You gonna make me beg you, Juni?” The smile on his face and him gently tugging on her hand paired with the words themselves made her follow him out to his bike, though she still hadn't uttered a word. She tugged on his hand when they got to his bike, her eyes shifting back to Ink. "Ink, I should go home." She told him softly, regret lacing her tone and her words, a sadness in her eyes as she dropped her gaze to look at the ground. "It's not far. I can walk." She unlaced their fingers, taking a step away from him. Really, the distance felt like forever since her entire body was sore and she was still bleeding, but she'd spent this long taking care of herself. Why should that change now?








/*do not remove credit*/
괜찮아도 괜찮아 (That’s Okay)
coded by weldherwings


 




/*left side*/






life is short. fuck it.



mood
muy importante

location
clubhouse ---> on the road

outfit
click!

mention
Millie [ MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat ]






/*right side*/

ash






Maybe it wasn't the smartest move, betting against his own sister in the bar she worked in. There was no doubt somewhere in his mind that she would find out, and she'd be pissed. But to be fair, when wasn't she pissed at someone? Honestly, that girl harbored alot of hatred in her heart, and Ash had no idea how she did it. But that wasn't the forefront thought on his mind as he took money from the others around him, pocketing it even though there was no guarantee that Juniper would win. And in the end, Ink and Bear came to break up the fight, which meant there was no winner. But he'd be damned if he was giving that money back, because in his mind, the others had lost it fair and square. Both girls were beat up; it wasn't Ash's fault someone had stopped them before someone went down.

Locating Millie over by the pool tables, he approached her and threw an arm around her shoulders, inviting her to celebrate with him. Her eyes darted over to him and he offered her his signature, cocky grin, one he knew that she'd been taken by as well at one point. He knew that they hadn't talked in quite some time, but that could all be put behind them now that she was back, right? They didn't need to focus on the past when the present was a gift, or some shit like that. He didn't know exactly how the saying went, but he knew it was something like that. Waiting for her to answer him, all of these thoughts ran through Ash's mind, and for a moment he felt a flicker of fear that she would tell him to fuck off. But why did that make him afraid?

Finally, though, she slipped out from under his arm and turned to face him. He braced himself for the rejection internally, especially as she started speaking. Her tone was full of sass, and even though the words themselves weren't positive, they brought a grin to Ash's face. "Celebrating a victory." He patted his pocket full of other gang members money as she snatched the bottle from him, lifting it to her lips to take a sip. She lowered the bottle and seemed to consider him for another moment before she told him she'd go on the bike ride, but he'd have to find someone else to take home. "Deal." His eyes glimmered with excitement as he pushed off of the pool table he'd been leaning against, taking the bottle of cider back when she held it out to him.

She slipped away from the pool table area, heading for the side door and for a moment Ash just watched her go. Smirking, he took another swig from the bottle before he left it on the table, heading out after the blonde. He caught up to her easily, tugging his keys from his pocket as they headed for his bike. "You gonna need a jacket?" He asked her as he finally caught up to her, walking beside her before they reached the bike. "Gets cold out there on the road, you know." He winked at her, leaning over to stick the key into the proper hole and bring the bike to life. Plucking his helmet from his seat, he held it out to her, moving closer until it was the only thing separating them. "This you'll definitely need. Just in case." His voice dropped and his tongue darted out to lick his lips as he peered down at her.

When she took the helmet from him, he watched her for another few seconds before he turned to the bike, swinging his leg over the beast and bracing himself on it. Looking over at Millie, he offered her his hand to take if she wanted, even though he knew from experience she didn't need help. Honestly, he just wanted to touch her, to be close to her. And who knew? Maybe at the end of the night, she'd change her mind about going home with him. With that thought in mind, he righted the bike once she was on, reaching behind him to grab her wrists and bring them around in front of him. Then he grabbed the handlebars and kicked the brake up, and they were off, speeding out of the parking lot and into the night.








/*do not remove credit*/
괜찮아도 괜찮아 (That’s Okay)
coded by weldherwings


 








Ashton Valencia was a force to be reckoned with. With dark hair, striking blue eyes that rivaled her own, and a charisma that could make nearly any woman swoon, he knew what he wanted and went after it. With confidence and a passion for burning things to the ground, both figuratively and literally, Ash was the type of man whose mere presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. It was one of the reasons Milana was so drawn to him when they first met. Well, that and the forbidden nature of him being her best friend's older brother. But now that Millie was older and wiser, she could recognize the trauma that led to some of his personality. The loss of his mother and the lack of a maternal figure could contribute to his lack of commitment and playboy nature. An absent father and lack of a strong male role model traditionally meant a need for attention, possibly one that manifested in the form of pyromania. Whatever the case, they all had issues, and that didn't define their entire personalities.

Stepping out into the refreshing night air, the blonde inhaled deeply. It was certainly much better than the stale cigarette smell inside the compound. The moon was full and bright, filling the alley with its golden light. The stars twinkled, and she was fairly sure she could make out the Orion's Belt constellation to the north of her. A row of motorcycles was lined out to the right of the exit, each customized to its owner. She walked over to them, running her fingertips across the leather seat of the one closest to her. Truth be told, Millie had wanted her own bike for quite some time. But it was enough trying to hide her second life as a friend of a gang, from her parents. There was no way she could also hide a 'two-wheeled, metal death trap,' as her father so lovingly referred to them. Besides, who would take a therapist who rode a motorcycle to the office seriously? In the back of her mind, Milana knew these were just things she thought to convince herself to act a certain way. But she would rather not acknowledge that.

The blonde heard the door to the compound opened and turned to find Ash catching up to her. They walked together towards Ash's motorcycle and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at his wink. "I think I'll be fine, thanks," she answered, more so because she was still angry at him rather than because she didn't want a jacket. After all, her quarter sleeve top and mini skater skirt with shorts underneath were hardly going to keep her warm on the back of a bike with the wind racing past her. Millie felt the dark-haired man move closer to her, the helmet in his hand the only thing separating them. She looked from it to up at him, considering his expression. She felt her heart start to race a bit but willed it to slow down. The psychologist would rather be damned than let her emotions be swayed by Ashton Valencia again. Forcing those feelings to the back of her mind, Millie nodded and took the helmet from him, making sure to put it on and tighten the strap.

The rumbling of the bike's engine set her heart racing for an entirely different reason. The anticipation of feeling the wind in her hair, the ground racing beneath filled her with addictive adrenaline. So, when Ash held out his hand to her, she wasted no time in sliding onto the bike behind him. He wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling her body forward until she was flush against his back. But Millie didn't care. The excitement of taking off down the road coursed through her veins like lava, causing a smile to turn up the corners of her lips. And off they went. For the first time in a while, she felt carefree, as though she didn't have to worry about her clients or her mother's illness or anything, really. The city just raced by as they leaned and turned down the roads. And then, they were no longer in the city at all. Millie looked over Ash's shoulder ahead of them, realizing where he was taking her almost instantly.

It took about 20 minutes, which most certainly didn't seem long enough, for them to reach the top of the cliff. Ash rolled the bike to a stop on the side of the road, cutting the engine. The cliff was one of her favorite spots in the world, overlooking the city beneath. Without waiting for him, she slipped off the bike, setting the helmet on the seat behind her before practically running over to the fence. It was rickety and wooden and could certainly be climbed over if someone truly wanted to reach the edge. But it was the thought that counted, right? Millie leaned against the fence, turquoise blue eyes peering down at the glittering lights below. She hadn't been there in quite some time. Actually, the last time she had been was with Ash a few months before she left for college.

A light breeze caught her hair, and Milana shivered, realizing how cold she felt after that bike. The sharp chill brought her back to the present, and suddenly she was angry. Here she was, in her favorite spot that she hadn't been to in years, adrenaline still pumping from a ride with a guy that hadn't talked to her in the same amount of time. And not for trying either. Millie had texted, called. But after weeks of him ignoring her, she gave up. And now, Ash was acting as though nothing had happened. "Ash, what the hell?" she said, spinning around to face the dark-haired man. She probably looked insane, shivering and flushed from the cold night air. But she didn't really care. Anger was fueling her now. "What are we doing up here? Why, all of a sudden, are you talking to me again? After five fucking years? What's your problem?"







the good girl



millie.








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♡coded by uxie♡
 








There were two moments in Jace's life that made him question where or not he could go on. And surprisingly, they happened within a week of each other. The first was when he woke up in the hospital and found out that Alicia had died. A part of him died that day along with her, or so he thought anyway. The other was working his way through physical therapy after getting shot. The bullet cut through his shoulder, barely knicking his subclavian artery and a ligament in his shoulder. If it wasn't for the EMTs, surgeon, and nurses, he would have most certainly bled out and died. Several blood transfusions and intense repair of his shoulder later, he was prescribed physical therapy to strengthen his arm once again. Those few months off-duty were torture. Not only was he going through the daily pain of working an injured joint, but he was also dealing with the emotional pain of losing someone close to him as well as being physically unable to do the job that he loved.

It was almost like there was nothing left for him. And that's when he found the bottom of the bottle. Jace would never admit that he was an alcoholic for a bit. But, he did spend the better part of every night in the company of a few close friends: Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Johnny Walker. Some of his buddies on the squad tried to check in on him, but they just fueled his addiction by bringing more bottles. His parents certainly didn't care enough to check in on him, other than his mother asking when he would be returning to work. And so that's how he survived for the better part of a year: somewhere between adrenaline from working out and in an alcohol-induced haze. It wasn't until his old boss came to him with an interesting job opportunity that Jason was able to pull himself out of the funk. But only enough to refocus his energy on revenge rather than wallowing in his own self-pity.

After three years or so, he sometimes thought he was losing sight of his initial goal: using the connections and information from the Crimson Aces to find the criminals behind Alicia's death. He realized that he didn't think about that or her very often anymore, despite his original intentions. Smoke's anger, however, when she practically hissed at the other Aces surrounding her reminded him a bit of that time, of that him. They nearly scattered, all afraid of what the spitfire might do to them. Bear, however, wasn't entirely concerned. As long as she didn't shoot him, he considered it a win. The brunette practically yanked the bottle of tequila from his hand, downing more than she probably should. But he most certainly wasn't about to stop her. Instead, Jace shrugged and followed her out the back door, grabbing a napkin from the bar on his way out.

The fresh air free from the sweat and smoke smell of the clubhouse was a relief for the both of them it seemed. The patio was empty and quiet compared to the rowdy bunch beyond the door they just exited. Smoke turned to face him, a surprising smile on her features as she motioned to the pack of cigarettes he carried. "Sure. Take this, should help clean up that cut a bit," he answered, handing the napkin to her. With that, he pulled a cigarette from the pack, placing it between his lips to light before passing it too on to Smoke. Grabbing a second from the pack, he slipped the box into his back pocket before lighting one for himself. Jace inhaled deeply from the cancer stick, savoring the burning feeling of the smoke filling his lungs before he exhaled. A plume escaped his parted lips into the air above their heads.

Reaching out for the bottle, Bear waited for her to pass it along before downing some. He let out a low chuckle at her question, turning to lean against the railing of the patio as he passed the bottle back to her. "Yeah, I hit the jackpot," the brunette man joked, grinning at Smoke before adding, "Though I hardly would say you're the type to be 'handled' by a man." Deep down, Bear felt partially responsible for the fight that night. After all, he was part of the team that extracted Juniper's brother after he was found out. And it certainly didn't help that, despite his feelings of brotherhood towards the Aces, he was still an undercover agent working for the state department. He still sent them information now and again, once he got it. Pushing that to the back of his mind, Jace pulled another drag from his cigarette before turning his hazel grey gaze towards Smoke. His tone was sincere when he asked, "Are you alright?"







the cop



jason.













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  • how she's feeling...



    flirty to hide her sadness

















Smoke



the leader's daughter












Smoke would vehemently claim that she was living a full life and enjoying it as much as possible. Her idea of savoring every moment was a little unclear to people around her and in all honesty, she herself was slightly unsure where she was trying to get but it still seemed to the brunette that there was nothing missing here and that the Aces gave her everything a girl could want. She had her status, her job, no one told her what to do and how to live (even though her father sometimes tried but what did he know?) and men were throwing themselves at her feet. What was there not to like?

But somewhere deep inside her heart, the brunette bartender knew this was not how things should be. There had to be more to life than endless hookups, neverending packs of cigarettes and drinking as much tequila as there was. No one knew this but a small part of Smoke’s dark soul was not completely blackened just yet and it was that part that was actually keeping the girl together. No one was allowed to know that the tough biker chick was actually dreaming about finding her fairy tale. A prince on his white horse who would swipe the floor from under her and carry her away to his kingdom to spend life with her and love her endlessly and unconditionally.

Smoke was not some naïve girl, she knew who she was and that she was not the easiest person to get along with. There were many faults to her personality and not a lot of people who were willing to see past them. Millie was one of those people and Smoke was incredibly thankful to her blonde best friend for staying and not leaving Smoke’s mean ass. Partially, it was this fear of being disappointed and abandoned that created the person who Smoke was today. The other part was her upbringing and the fact that she spent her whole life in the Aces compound. Her heart was locket in a steel casket and rather than getting hurt, Smoke was the rough and sharp-tongued version of herself. The version hiding behind the mean face, snarky comments and flirty nature.

Cold air caressed her face as she stood outside, occasionally tilting the bottle of tequila at her lips. The liquor burned her throat and mixed with the whiskey shots she had done earlier, making Smoke’s head spin a little. Her lower lip quivered as she was shocked from the sudden breakup, still in frenzy because of the fight with Juni and even tears stung her eyes. Tears of anger, frustration and even sadness. It’d been a long time since Smoke Valencia felt like this and it surprised the hell out of her.

As Bear handed her the napkin, Smoke traded it for tequila and offered a soft smile. Touch of the paper on her cut stung even worse than the tears but she was a big girl, she could handle it. It would definitely take time to heal and for a few days, she was going to look like some MMA fighter but it was nothing that would bother her. Muttering a silent thank you, Smoke looked at her phone again, wiping the thin trickle of blood from her face, trying to salvage as much as possible at this point. Lit cigarette was hanging from the corner of her mouth and soft smoke was rising up, dissolving in the nocturnal air.

Commenting on Jace having to take care of her tonight, Bear offered an answer and it created a pang in side Smoke’s stomach. Her face remained straight but she still felt it. While knowing very well Bear was joking about hitting the jackpot, Smoke realized it was true. No one hurried to her side and people usually considered helping her as some sort of punishment before they would see it as a positive act. Oh well, it really was what it was, right? “Nah. You’re right. I can take care of myself just right.” she smirked, taking another deep inhale from her cigarette to mask the soft tremble in her voice.

It was always Bear. He was always there. Smoke like to think he was there because he wanted to be and they were actually friends, not because of some sense of loyalty to her father. When he asked her whether she was okay, a part of her wanted to crumble in his arms and let him know that she was, in fact, not okay. That she needed someone to hold her and tell her that she was lovable. The public breakup got to her more than she liked to admit. Ink had always known how to pinch her so it would hurt her the most and he smashed her with Thor’s hammer this time.

And yet, the confident smirk curled her lips into a smug grimace and she took one last hit from the cigarette before tossing it on the ground. The heel of her shoe crushed it and Smoke’s dark eyes met Bear’s. “Of course, I’m alright. When did a bar fight ever upset me?” she shrugged, taking one step closer to the tall man. Her mask was now fully back on and even with the bloody scratches covering her face, she was ready for another game. “Tell me this, Teddy Bear. When will you let me take you home with me, hm?” she purred, reaching for the bottle. Another generous drag fell down her throat and Smoke started to feel alcohol filling her empty stomach. Fingers of her free hand curled around the lapels of his leather jacket and Smoke tugged on it a little. Her lips were pursed as she tilted her head to the side with curiosity lighting up her pupils. Was she compensating being publicly humiliated? Definitely yes. Was it the right thing to do? Who the hell even cared?












































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  • how he's feeling...



    strangely free

















Ink



the hot-head












The night was still rather young and ideas how to spend it were whirling inside Ink’s head. He was not planning on leaving the clubhouse this soon and definitely not before the meeting was over. And yet, his steps led him out of that place easier than he thought. No gratefulness or loyalty to Shotgun was going to stop the dark young man from following his childhood friend and make sure Juniper was alright. After what he had witnessed inside when she and Smoke were wrestling at the bar, there was a pretty high chance Juni was hurt more than she was letting on. After all, Ink knew his now ex-girlfriend more than well, Smoke never gave anything to anyone and whatever was done to her, she returned equally and more.

Seeing Smoke’s arm around Juni’s neck, trying to squeeze all air from her lungs, Ink felt so much anger collecting inside him it was unbelievable. He immediately knew the situation needed to be deescalated and he went in, reaching for Juni rather than Smoke. What followed after, even Ink didn’t expect but the words left his mouth so automatically and breaking up with the brunette bartender was so easy it simply happened. A few people gasped and whistled in surprise but no one really said anything and Ink followed Juniper outside.

Whatever happened with the other half of the fight, he didn’t care. Bear was going to check on the fight with Brady but after getting Juni away from Smoke, Ink didn’t care about the latter anymore. After all, she had her brother there and a full clubhouse of her lackeys. Juni had no one. It was rather sad to think that everyone despised the kind blonde nurse because what her brother did. Ink couldn’t bring himself to despise her as in his book, actions of one had nothing to do with the other. Robbie made his own choices but Juni was innocent. She simply came home and if Ink was right, she was looking for a place to stay and maybe for that feeling of home again.

Seeing Juni again brought the set of feelings Ink was having the hardest time to handle. He definitely never felt anything like it to Smoke and being around Juni was bringing these strange tingles that covered his skin. When she told him to return to his girlfriend, Ink just scoffed and told his piece how he just broke up with her and it was already in the past. “You wanted her at one point.” Juni’s words cut deep and ink balled his hands into fists for a moment. Simply because she was right. But now Brady knew it was nothing but a mere carnal desire. “I did. Damnit, Juni, everyone wanted her at some point and who says no, they are lying. But you know how she is. Whatever me and her had, it was not healthy. Trust me, we’re both better off.” Ink shook his head, slumping his shoulders a little.

After a small back and forth, Brady reached for Juni’s hands and laced their fingers together. There was no chance in hell he was letting her walk alone. Not at night, not in these scum-ridden streets. Indeed, no was not an acceptable answer. The two walked in silence until they reached his bike and Brady was ready to offer his helmet when Juni’s tiny delicate hand slipped out if his. “Ink, I should go home.” she uttered and he nodded. He was taking her there anyway. “It’s not far. I can walk.”

Her words were like a thousand little needles piercing his heart at once. “Juni…” he breathed and reached for the said helmet. She even took a step away from him, causing his brows to furrow, creating a deep wrinkle between them. “You’re not walking. Not on my watch. You can either put this helmet on and get on the bike and your own or I can make you. But you are not, you hear me? You are not walking home alone.”

Ink moved closer and his right hand snaked around her thin waist. “Look, I know it’s been too long but we used to be friends. More than friends, right? I don’t know what’s happening but you know us, Aces, well enough. We don’t dwell on shit and trust me, Smoke is in the past. It was a mistake that never should have happened. Now…are you going to let me take you?” he smiled, resting his other hand on her hip, squeezing it for impact. His tall frame was towering over her and he clearly smelled the scent of her perfume. “Let go, Juni. Whatever it is you’re holding onto, let it go. You used to love our rides. What changed?” he asked, pulling her even closer to him. She had some tantalizing effect on him and the longer the man was in her company, the more he wanted to taste those plump luscious lips. He would never, not without Juniper allowing it. But the thought was now deeply rooted in his mind. “Come on, Juni. For old time’s sake.”












































?coded by uxie?
 




/*left side*/






escape the ordinary.



mood
emotional

location
porch

outfit
click!

mention
Ink [ _amaranth_ _amaranth_






/*right side*/

juniper






Juniper’s entire body hurt, from her scalp where Smoke had been tugging on her hair to her toes that she was pretty sure had gotten stomped on by Smoke’s boot at some point. Everything in between ached, throbbed and stung as well, leaving Juniper looking and feeling a hot mess, both on the outside and on the inside as well. The tension between her and Smoke was undeniable-- Smoke was angry because Juni left her, and Juni was angry that Smoke was angry. Not everyone wanted to stick around here forever, and Juni had her own dreams that didn’t involve the Aces. But now she was back thanks to Robbie’s fuck ups, and Smoke had to deal. The others too.

But Juni also didn’t want to stay somewhere where she wasn’t welcome, and if fighting with Smoke every time she walked into the clubhouse was what she had to look forward to, then no, Juniper wouldn’t be staying long. No matter how badly Ink’s intense blue eyes silently begged her to stay. Of course Juni wanted to find her brother, but she was one of the few. It was no secret Robbie was a hot commodity around here, but only in the sense that everyone wanted a chance to wring his neck or punch his lights out. It pained Juni, knowing that her brother could be dead, and people still hated him this much.

Unable to express her thankfulness to Ink for ending the fight, she could only make a snarky comment about how he’d once wanted his now ex girlfriend. She didn’t miss how his hands balled into fists beside him, or the way his eyes flashed in anger. But she also saw how his shoulders slumped when he was done with his little speech, and the caregiver in her wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him close. From the little bit of their relationship she’d seen, she knew it was toxic as hell, but she also knew both parties and knew that despite their anger, they both cared at least a little and it hurt to be broken up with or do the breaking up.

But that didn’t make things easier for Juni, because she knew that doing this would only piss Smoke off more. Still, that didn’t stop her from following Ink to his bike as he laced their fingers together and tugged her along. When she finally got a hold of herself and pulled her hand from his, she saw that at first, he didn’t understand what she meant. So she clarified, saying that she would walk. The way he uttered her name broke his heart, and her eyes left his face to glance at the helmet before she looked back at him. Stepping back, her lips parted in surprise at the sternness of his words.

“Ink…” She breathed, watching him move closer, feeling his hand snaking around her waist. Her hands automatically moved to his chest, feeling the hardness there under her soft touch. “I think you mean you don’t dwell.” She told him, a small and slightly sad smile tugging at her lips. “I mean, the Aces hate Robbie and by extension, me. That’s definitely dwelling.” She tried to laugh, but the sound died in her throat. She purposefully hadn’t answered his last question, even though it still burned bright in her mind, especially as his other hand found her hip and squeezed.

“Let go, Juni. Whatever it is you’re holding onto, let it go. You used to love our rides. What changed?” What had changed? She didn’t know, and he pulled her closer, making it hard for her to concentrate. She held his gaze, but her mind was completely blank. What had he even asked her? He spoke again, breaking the silence between them, and suddenly she found herself reaching for the helmet, clutching it and his arm like they were her lifelines. “Take me home, Ink.” She whispered, her eyes shiny with unshed tears as she pulled the helmet on finally, clasping it under her chin and following him onto the bike.








/*do not remove credit*/
괜찮아도 괜찮아 (That’s Okay)
coded by weldherwings


 




/*left side*/






life is short. fuck it.



mood
muy importante

location
clubhouse ---> on the road

outfit
click!

mention
Millie [ MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat ]






/*right side*/

ash






Ash was alot of things, not all of them good. He was selfish, jealous, possessive, impulsive, impatient… the list went on, honestly. And maybe those negative traits stemmed from some sort of trauma growing up, but he didn’t think on it too much. For the most part, Ash just tried to live life like there was no tomorrow. After all, tomorrow was never guaranteed, especially in the gang lifestyle he was brought up in and currently lived. He was definitely someone who could take care of himself, but one moment of weakness and it could all be over. He was no stranger to bad things happening or even death, and those things had hardened his mind, body, and soul.

Throughout his years in the Aces, though, one woman had managed to get beyond his walls: Milana Antonov. The cute blonde hadn’t even done it on purpose, and Ash didn’t have a fucking clue what had happened until it was too late and Millie was gone. He’d had an inkling beforehand, like the night of her senior prom when he stepped in and saved the day. To be fair, though, he’d also ruined the night to begin with, but the important part was that he’d been the one to save the day-- or night, rather. They’d had such an amazing time that night, and then shortly after, she was gone and he was broken.

But Ash refused to deal with the brokenness he felt. Instead, he partied harder than ever before. Fucked whoever he wanted, wherever and whenever he wanted. Got high as a kite or drunk as a skunk, sometimes both at the same time. He’d landed himself in many fights similar to the one Smoke had started with Juni, and he didn’t always come out on top. Broken bones, bruised ribs, cut lips, black eyes. He’d sported them all and many more as a result of a drunken altercation. He’d even spent the night in jail a few times, sleeping off the liquor after being plopped in the drunk tank. Although over time he’d calmed down some, it was only slightly. He could still get down and dirty like the rest of them.

Ash caught up to Millie easily, already throwing winks around and grinning at her sarcastic answer to his question about his jacket. Moving closer to Millie, helmet in his hands, his eyes never left hers as she took it and pulled it on, tightening the straps. Even with half of her face hidden by it, she was strikingly beautiful, and Ash felt that familiar tug in his chest. The one that he’d gotten used to feeling after she left, and again now that she was back. Seeing her everyday made it harder to resist her. Ash was usually the type to take what he wanted, but for some reason, he wanted Millie to be willing to share her innermost self with him.

Climbing onto the bike, he turned the key and it roared to life. Plastering a grin on his face, he held out his hand to her, which she took immediately. He reached for her hands and pulled them forward, wrapping them around his waist. He could feel her pressed against his back, and he was sure if he would turn to look at her, she’d be smiling. This thought only caused his own grin to grow as he kicked the brake up and sped out of the parking lot. He knew exactly where he wanted to take her, and after a good twenty or so minutes, they arrived at the top of the cliff he’d had in mind all along. He parked the bike on the side of the road and Millie was off the bike almost before he could turn it off.

He paused in his approach to her, watching the wind catch her hair and gently lift it from her shoulders. Moving to stand beside her, he quirked a brow at her as she shivered. But before he could even ask her if she’d changed her mind about his jacket, she broke the silence. "Ash, what the hell?" He stopped mid breath, looking at her with confusion on his face. Her demeanor had definitely changed, and he could both see it and feel it. "What are we doing up here? Why, all of a sudden, are you talking to me again? After five fucking years? What's your problem?" He stared at her for a few seconds longer than was polite before he finally found his words. “What’s my problem?” He scoffed, turning his body towards her, disbelief in his eyes. “What’s your problem? I brought you here because I know you like it. And now you wanna pick a fight with me? Because I didn’t return a couple phone calls?”








/*do not remove credit*/
괜찮아도 괜찮아 (That’s Okay)
coded by weldherwings


 








It took a lot to get Milana Antonov truly, bitterly angry. Despite the Russian blood that coursed through her veins, she didn't have that stereotypical temper associated with it. As a child, while other kids would throw temper tantrums or cry when they didn't get their way, she was simply quiet, in her own head. Another kid would push her down on the playground, and Millie would simply get back up and tell them it was okay. For a while, her parents thought there was something wrong with her. After all, what kind of child doesn't throw a fit? But all the doctors and psychologists they took her to said that she was fine. Little did they know the anxiety and overthinking that was brewing in that little mind of her, and how it would continue to be there, even expand and grow as she did into her adult years.

Maybe that was what made her a good therapist, her ability to keep a level head, at least on the outside, in most situations. Over the years, she had had clients yell at her, cry, beg her for things she couldn't do, some even threatened her. And, though she most certainly felt anxious and panicked on the inside in some of those situations, she was was calm, cool, and collected on the outside. She responded with poise as directly as she could, gave them options to consider, or maintained conversation until the police could arrive in the more extreme cases. Millie's ability to keep up that kind, mature, pseudo-maternal persona made her approachable and accessible, able to break through the emotional walls of some of the most guarded people in her care. And even those that weren't, like a certain dark-haired Valencia.

But at that moment, on that cliff, that persona was practically thrown out the window. The feeling of lava coursing through her veins was quickly replaced by arctic ice, mimicking the feeling of the cool clifftop breeze against her skin. Millie was shivering, both in anger and because she was actually cold, though she couldn't tell the difference. She could tell that the tension between them had changed, souring as Ashton turned his body to face hers. They stood toe-to-toe with one another now, expressions of disbelief and annoyance clear on both of their faces. "What's your problem? I brought you here because you like it," Ash returned, and Millie couldn't say that he was wrong. It really was one of her favorite places. But that was beside the point. "And now you want to pick a fight with me? Because I didn't return a couple of phone calls?"

That did it. The sound of a slap rang out in the quiet night as Millie's hand made contact with Ash's cheek. She didn't even care that she had just hit a gang member, she was furious. "A couple of phone calls?" Millie repeated, shaking her head in disbelief. "What the hell do you mean, a couple of phone calls? I called, I texted, off and on for weeks, Ash. You didn't even have the common decency to return a single one," she shot back, turquoise blue eyes turning stormy as they narrowed at him. "And then, after I had finally given up, you went radio silent for five fucking years. I had to check in with Smoke just to make sure you weren't dead or something, because you couldn't even give me that much! I thought we had a great time at prom, and I thought..." Millie trailed off, shaking her head as angry emotional tears sprang to the corners of her eyes. Turning her back to Ash, the blonde wiped them away, taking a few deep breaths to slow her racing heart. When she was semi-calm again, she turned back to Ash and evenly said, "Just take me back to the clubhouse so I can go home."







the good girl



millie.








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♡coded by uxie♡
 








For as long as Jason had been with the Crimson Aces, his primary target had still eluded him. Sure, Ashton Valencia had been the one to recruit him into the gang. But that didn't give him any sort of special treatment. He started at the bottom and worked his way up just like every other patched member. He earned his spot at that table with blood, sweat, and a few crimes that would hopefully get expunged from his record once he had enough evidence to bring down the leader of the Crimson Aces, to send Shotgun Valencia away to prison for the rest of his days. That was the deal he made with the state department: bring them down by any means necessary. But over the years, his commitment to that mission had begun to dwindle. He stood up meetings with his handler, didn't make gathering information as much of a priority, and spent more time hanging out with the boys than anything else. Though he wasn't about to admit it, Jace was on the path of going dirty.

If he were being honest, the Aces gave him more than the squad ever could. In the precinct, it was all about competition and one-upping one another, making yourself look good at the expense of your friends just so you could get that spot in intelligence or the corner desk. You sucked up to authority to get the nicer patrol cars, the better assignments, the day shifts. But with the Aces, it was like a brotherhood. As long as you were loyal, everyone looked out for one another. Jace could walk into a bar knowing that a fight was about to go down, and he would not doubt that any of the other Aces would have his back. He would gladly take a bullet for his brothers and sisters, and he knew that they would do the same for him. It was a community, a family with bonds that went far deeper than the job or sharing blood. Every so often, he thought about his parents and his old life, and Jason couldn't help but feel a bit conflicted. How could something that was clearly criminal, clearly against all the things he was raised to stand for, be such a better fit for him?

Inhaling another drag from his cigarette, Bear chased the bitter smoke with another shot of tequila, setting the bottle on the railing alongside them. "Never doubted that," he answered, knowing full well Smoke could take care of herself. She was a Valencia after all. But that didn't mean that she, just like everyone else, couldn't use a shoulder to lean on now and again. They stood there for a moment in a bit of silence, the sounds of glass clinking and pool balls clacking inside muffled by the door in between. The cool night was refreshing, with a light breeze and a clear sky. Bear briefly wondered where the others had run off to, but they too could take care of themselves and so he didn't waste much time dwelling on it. Instead, he took a final drag from his cigarette and stomped it out on the concrete beneath the heel of his leather boot. Smoke finally answered his question, though Bear wasn't entirely inclined to say he believed her. Breakups were brutal, especially ones as public as theirs had just been.

Jason would be lying if he said he didn't find Smoke attractive. She was gorgeous, with dark brown hair, eyes that could kill, and a body he most certainly wouldn't mind getting his hands on. But even though he had a fairly tough exterior, the brunette man was a hopeless romantic on the inside. And up until that night, she had always been off-limits, the girlfriend of an Ace higher up on the totem pole than he was. That didn't mean getting close to her wasn't an option though, especially since she was the daughter of the leader. What would be a better way to get in that man's good graces than to make his daughter happy? Bear's hazel grey eyes curiously followed Smoke as moved closer to him, a smirk curling her lips. "Teddy Bear, how creative," he replied sarcastically with a grin, knowing full well the name came up quite often when he was a younger member. The other guys used to tease him all the time with that name. Nevertheless, he had come to like it. Bear considered her offer for a moment, looking down at her. He could tell she was a little bit more broken up than she was letting on. Reaching up, he removed her hand from his lapel and took it into his intertwining their fingers. Leaning down a bit, Jace sincerely replied, "If you honestly need me to help you feel better, then I'd say tonight."







the cop



jason.








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♡coded by uxie♡
 




































  • how she's feeling...



    flirty

















Smoke



the leader's daughter












There were times Smoke never thought twice about her actions. She simply went for it, no questions asked, no worries, no regrets later. She as an Ace, born and raised. A fucking legacy. Her mother never had the chance to be around to guide her in life and Smoke was raised not only by her hulk of a father but also a fuckboy of a brother and practically the whole gang. No one could wonder that the brunette bartender was rather rough around the edges and her vocabulary resembled more a sailor than a lady. Shotgun raised his daughter well though. He wanted her to be strong and resilient and to keep the fuckers away. Smoke grew up to be a harsh character who could handle herself in any situation. She could fight and wield firearms like the best of them and was a flawless biker as well. It was the more girly stuff she was not exactly good at.

Maybe that was a reason why she was unable to look at Juni now. Juniper Dawson was all the things Smoke was not. Cute, educated, feminine and gentle. Never in a million years would Smoke admit that there was something lacking inside of her but when alone in her room, thinking about why she was the way she was, she often thought of Juniper. The two were quite the polar opposites and maybe that’s why they used to make such good friends. Well, not anymore. Now they were bar fighting instead as it would seem.

It was Smoke’s Ace nature that protruded once outside and she soon pushed away all the worries and the feeling of emptiness after Brody let everyone know they were done. Well, in Smoke’s mind, it was going to be her to break things off and yet, Ink was faster. And maybe it wouldn’t hurt Smoke that much if she knew it was not because of Juniper. But everyone saw how Brody protected the blonde, how he shoved Smoke away and kept her at bay and how he left with the nurse once he yelled at Smoke it was over. So much anger, so much humiliation, so much…everything. Smoke saw red and could scratch his eyes out really, had he not walked out and had Bear not asked her to come out with him.

Bear. Her friend. Her guardian angel. Her shoulder to cry on every time she needed. She called him Teddy Bear and he replied with words that dripped sarcasm. It elicited a small laugh from Smoke. “I was never creative anyway.” she shrugged. And it was not creativity she was seeking tonight. Her ego, her pride was hurt and she needed a win. And her sick twisted little mind encouraged her to wrap her fingers around the lapel of Bear’s leather jacket, it allowed her to put on her flirty face and ask him about taking him home. Under any other circumstances, she would not endanger her relationship with Bear with a meaningless hookup but her heart was in pain, her head was not thinking straight and she wanted to enact her revenge on Ink. Smart? Not at all.

Bear took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together and Smoke’s heart skipped a beat. Hearing his words, she nodded eagerly, batting her eyelashes like an innocent schoolgirl. “I do, yes. I do need you.” she half whispered and with his hand holding hers and fingers of her other hand wrapped around the tequila bottle, she walked backwards, tugging on the boy. Their steel horses were parked in the front and that was where Smoke was leading him. To his bike. Hers could wait here until the next day. Tonight, she wanted to ride behind Bear, holding him tight, feeling the warmth of his body radiating from him and touching her skin. “It’s about time you took me home, Jason. We’ve been playing this game for long enough already.” Smoke winked as her fingers traced the leather of his bike seat. “Hope you aren’t afraid of me.”












































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  • how he's feeling...



    liberated

















Ink



the hot-head












As horrible as it was, Brady couldn’t continue playing this charade and seeing the rage in Smoke’s eyes, he knew she would have killed Juni at that moment. It was not her true nature but once the girl entered her red zone, once the searing anger took over her, there was no saying what she might do and so Brady had to interfere. Her attitude angered him so much that the words simply slipped out and he broke up with her on the spot, right in front of the whole clubhouse. There was nothing to regret, the relationship was toxic as hell. But a part of Brady knew he was going to miss being the real part of the Valencia family. Sure, Ash was still his brother from another mother. But ask any other Ace there, being close to Smoke, like really close, meant a one way ticket to the higher positions, respect and essentially even better life. Call him a ladder-climbing asshole but it was what it was. However, absolutely nothing was worthy of the abuse.

Ink knew he was way better off with Juni. The two used to be great friends, very close. He still remembered their moments together, watching movies, laughing, having fun, making snacks together. Brady sucked at that, it was always mostly Juni making stuff for them to munch on. But it was always fun to hang out with her, steal small pieces of chocolate, nachos or cheese. They would cuddle under the blanket in the dark while a bloody slasher horror movie was raging on the screen of a TV. Ink would wrap his hand around Juni’s slender shoulders and pull her closer if she was afraid to offer at least some sort of comfort. When she left, there was a big black hole created in Ink’s life and her seat on the couch grew colder and darker. And so much sadder.

Now she was back. After all that time that she spent away, after all that time Ink was missing her, Juniper Dawson returned and they could finally revisit their relationship. What Ink didn’t expect was the form of it. Once the liberating words of breakup left his mouth, he found himself outside with Juni and his heart swelled a little when her hand was in his, when she stood so close, when he saw her beautiful face scratched and bloody. It was not right, she was not supposed to look like that. Not when she literally didn’t do anything. Taking her home was the least Ink could do at this point and so he offered.

The couple ended up walking to his bike only for Juni to pull away a little and step back. She wanted to walk. No way! Only over his dead body. This part of the town was crawling with hideous assholes who would skin her alive. Instead of letting her walk away, Brady took a step closer and pulled her to him with his arm around her waist. When she told him about how the Aces hated Robbie and that it also meant they hated her, a deep frown appeared on his face. The attempt for laugh was almost desperate and for a moment, Ink hated every single Ace who ever said something against the Dawsons. He could just go back to the clubhouse and beat the shit out of everyone who would even look bad at Juni. But he didn’t. He stayed with her, held her close and told her to let go. No more tears, no more frowns, no more worries. Just let go.

Her small delicate fingers suddenly reached for something and Ink was more than delighted to see it was his helmet. Juni put it on and clasped it under her chin. Brady then let go of her waist and reached for the small mechanism of the helmet to set it just right so it would fit her head perfectly. She asked him to take her home and that was exactly what he was about to do. Unaware Smoke and Bear were heading to the very same house, Brady threw his leg across his bike and waited for Juni to get on and hold tight. Only then he kicked the stand and the engine revved in the night. The bike drifted off into the night and the cold night air whipped their faces. But honestly, Ink has not been this happy for a long time.












































?coded by uxie?
 




/*left side*/






escape the ordinary.



mood
emotional

location
porch

outfit
click!

mention
Ink [ _amaranth_ _amaranth_






/*right side*/

juniper






The night had definitely not gone how Juni intended it to go. The last thing she wanted to do was get into a bar fight, especially with someone like Smoke, who knew how to fight and had been Juni's friend at one point. Honestly, could they ever be friends again? This was probably the lowest point their friendship had gotten to, if it could still be considered one at all. Thankful for Millie who at least still had her back but didn't take sides, Juni knew at some point she was going to have to face her friend and thank her for... well, just for being there, honestly. Juni didn't know where Millie had gone after the fight between her and Smoke had been stopped, but Juni didn't blame her for skipping out if that's what she'd done.

Right now, Juniper needed a friend. She already felt bad enough putting Millie in the middle like this, but it wasn't Millie who was by her side right now. It was Ink, the man who'd always been on Juni's side. Or at least, growing up he had been. She remembered their times together like it was yesterday, almost. Watching movies, cuddling under fluffy blankets, laughing and having a good time but never quite crossing that line. But then he had crossed the line-- but with Smoke. Juni didn't want to feel like he'd betrayed her, but in a way, she did. And now here he was, practically begging for forgiveness. Asking her to let whatever she was holding onto go, so that she could leave with him. And she so badly wanted to, but she just didn't know how.

And then it just happened. Staring into his eyes, she felt her need not to be alone outweigh her anger and her sadness in regards to her failed friendship. Although she'd tried to step back from Ink, knowing somewhere in her mind that if Smoke saw them together it would just make shit worse, Ink didn't seem apt to take no for an answer. His arms hung heavy around her waist, but they weren't holding her down. They were keeping her grounded, keeping her from floating off into the abyss. Maybe that was the reason she reached for his helmet, or maybe it was something else entirely. Either way, she pulled it on over her head and Ink released her, reaching for the clasp to ensure it was tightened under her chin. She smiled softly at him, turning to watch as he threw his leg over the bike.

Climbing on after him, she wrapped her arms around him this time, holding on tightly as he kicked the stand and the bike roared to life. She squeezed him tighter, pressing her face against his back as they headed off into the night towards Shotgun's home. Her home. She remained like that the entire ride, only straightening when the bike came to a stop around the side of the house that led to the basement. Juni climbed off first, unbuckling the helmet and setting it back on his bike. Turning to Ink, she reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together as she pulled him towards the separate entrance. Unhooking her keys from her shorts, she never let go of Ink as she unlocked the door and nudged it open, stepping inside. Finding the light, she tossed her keys on the table after flipping the switch.

The door shut behind Ink and they were alone. The basement was fully furnished, like a little two bedroom apartment. For the most part, Juni didn't have to go upstairs. But she did to use the kitchen, do her laundry, stuff like that. Pulling Ink further into the room, Juni finally let him go as she gestured around, stopping with her back turned to him. An overwhelming sadness washed over her in that moment and she bit down on her lower lip to keep from making a sound, trying to get past it without Ink knowing. "Welcome... to my home." She finally whispered, her voice softer than it had been before. She suddenly couldn't hold the tears anymore and clasped a hand over her mouth, silent as she cried, the only thing giving her away being the shaking of her shoulders.








/*do not remove credit*/
괜찮아도 괜찮아 (That’s Okay)
coded by weldherwings


 




/*left side*/






life is short. fuck it.



mood
muy importante

location
clubhouse ---> on the road

outfit
click!

mention
Millie [ MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat ]






/*right side*/

ash






Ash was never good at admitting when he was wrong, no matter what the subject matter. Was it wrong to steal? To lie? To cheat people out of their money? To not return the many phone calls and texts that Milana Antonov had sent him? Well of course it was. But would he admit that? Not in a million years. It was a character flaw, a fatal one at that sometimes. He didn't know how to be any other way, and he'd find a way to be right in any situation that he could. Including the one presenting itself before him now, standing at the cliff overlooking the town with Millie. Her anger had been sudden and quite obviously directed at him, which of course set him off too right away and put him on the defensive.

Maybe his need to be right would work in other situations, and could be helpful, but definitely not in this one. Millie slapping him came as a complete surprise, and the shock was evident by his widened eyes and his eyebrows lifting upwards almost into his hair. His lips parted as well, his hand lifting to gently touch the cheek that she had hit. His ears were ringing something awful, and his cheek stung like he'd just been hit by a man. Open palmed, sure, but the strength was there. He stared at her for a good few seconds, unable to even formulate words in his head to speak. But luckily-- or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it-- she spoke first. She echoed his words, shaking her head in disbelief. He knew in that moment he'd been wrong.

"What the hell do you mean, a couple of phone calls? I called, I texted, off and on for weeks, Ash. You didn't even have the common decency to return a single one," His fingers curled on his cheek, the look of shock still there as she continued. "And then, after I had finally given up, you went radio silent for five fucking years. I had to check in with Smoke just to make sure you weren't dead or something, because you couldn't even give me that much! I thought we had a great time at prom, and I thought..." He felt his heart clench. Why had she even brought that up? That was years ago! He spotted the tears in her eyes before she turned her back to him, and his hand slipped off his face, hanging by his side again. They stood there for a good few minutes in silence before she finally turned around to face him.

There was carefully controlled anger in her voice, but Ash's own shock was slowly beginning to ebb away. "You hit me." He told her, still able to feel the sting as sharply as he had a few moments ago. "And you wanna bring up prom?" He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. But then he almost immediately uncrossed them, obviously torn on what to do. It definitely wasn't Ash's first time being slapped, and likely wouldn't be the last. But for some reason, the slap coming from Millie... well, that stung almost as much as the slap itself had. "What was I supposed to do, Millie?" He finally asked, the anger creeping into his own voice and his posture as he squared his shoulders, throwing his arms up in the air. "You fucking left! We did have a great time at prom. And then you left!"

Of course he'd been hurt when she left, but he couldn't just tell her that. The thought didn't even cross his mind to venture into his emotions. "What was I supposed to say when I answered the phone? Come home, I miss you? Yeah, because that would have worked." He spun around, walking a few paces away from her before he turned back, now the one wearing a look of disbelief. "Long distance shit doesn't work out. For anyone. And we weren't even..." He gestured towards her, losing his words as he tried to make himself the one in the right. He paused, looking down at the ground for a moment before his eyes flicked back up to her. Without warning, he strode the few feet over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Fuck, Millie." He murmured, suddenly leaning over to press his lips onto hers.








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Home was a rough subject for Millie. It wasn't that she had a bad home life, because she really didn't. She had her family home, where her father worked construction to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. He was a nice man, always at every sports game or dance recital, brought the video camera to her high school graduation, and read the newspaper at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee in hand. Her mother was fantastic as well, always reminding her to brush her teeth, pinning her crude childhood drawings to the refrigerator for all to see, and helping her learn how to do her make-up. As a therapist, she could conclusively say that there weren't any traumatic events or maltreatment from her parents that negatively affected her later on in life. However, as she grew older, she began to loathe the idea of being just another girl next door. And that, in turn, made her angry with herself. After all, how could she be mad at her parents for giving her such a great life? Especially when her friends weren't as lucky?

And then there was her apartment, her current home that hardly felt like it. It was decorated, but not really with anything that represented her. The furniture was non-descript, there weren't really any framed pictures or family mementos. It felt more like one of those apartments staged to show potential renters than anything else. And on top of that, it was perfectly situated directly above her office so she was constantly reminded of work. Everyone had flaws, and Millie knew that overthinking was one of hers. She always wanted to see the best in people, thought that, given the opportunity, they would do the right thing. But as she grew older, she was starting to realize that wasn't always the case. The stinging that remained in her palm from where she had slapped Ash was proof of that. They stood there for what seemed like forever, but was just a few minutes, in silence, just kind of looking at one another. A part of Millie wanted to apologize, but she forced that part down. He had deserved it, right?

Ash's voice caught her attention, and she looked up at him with turquoise eyes once again. That bitter anger had begun to fade to sadness, as Millie wasn't one to stay angry for very long. He crossed his arms over his chest and then uncrossed him, seemingly trying to make sense of the whole situation in his head. They had never really fought before, not like this, and so she was a little confused too. Was this the end of their friendship then? "Of course, I left Ash! I had to go make something of myself. I had dreams outside of this town, you knew that!" she replied, seeing the anger in his body language and his expression. Again, the idea of arguing with a gang member didn't seem like a particularly bright one. But this was Ash, and Millie knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Well, not physically anyway. Her lips parted to say something else, but her breath caught in her throat when Ash continued with his rant. Long-distance? Weren't even what?

Logically, Millie knew exactly where this conversation was going, but she didn't want to believe it. Her silly crush on Ashton Valencia as a teenager was never requited, at least not more than him hitting on her because she was Smoke's friend. And prom was just him cleaning up the mess he had made because he had felt bad. That was what she had told herself. Certainly, she couldn't have misread the signals that badly, right? Her blue eyes followed him as he strode back over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and she knew. In the back of her mind, she knew that there was more to it than just Ash being Ash, cleaning up messes and mindless flirting. She had always known, she just hadn't wanted to admit it. He pressed his lips to hers, and Millie suddenly felt warm, as though the chilly breeze no longer affected her. She moved closer to him, kissing him back. But after a moment, a switch flipped in her head, and Millie realized what was happening. She pulled away from him slowly, looking up at Ash in confusion. "What are you doing, Ash? Why are you kissing me?"







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Bear honestly couldn't imagine how Smoke was feeling at that moment. He had never gone through something like that, such a high level of public humiliation brought down upon him. In his opinion, it honestly wasn't that bad. Sure, Ink was a good guy and a damn good soldier when it came to the Aces, at least from what he knew. But, anyone could tell that the relationship between Ink and Smoke was toxic from the start. It was built of some arranged agreement set up by her father, and things like that rarely had happy endings. Could Ink have picked a more private place to break things off? Absolutely. Was it the worst thing in the world for the two of them that the relationship was over? Most certainly not. Though, Bear did wonder what Shotgun would think of the entire scenario, given that it was his idea, to begin with. But that was water under the bridge, for now, a problem for the future that they couldn't do anything about in the current moment.

Accepting Smoke's offer was playing with fire, for lack of a better phrase. On the cusp of a break-up, he could most certainly be making enemies if Ink were to find out. Logically, Bear thought that Ink wouldn't necessarily mind considering he was the one to end things, to begin with. But somewhere, he knew that wouldn't end up being the case. Nevertheless, Bear needed to be there for Smoke. She was his friend and, despite what his undercover operation was, he really did care about her. The back and forth going on in his mind was tiring, and so he resorted to acting on instinct rather than thinking too far into it. Maybe it was the alcohol he had already consumed that night, or maybe it was the fact that he was slowly becoming more Ace and less cop as the days went on. Either way, he didn't care. He had made his choice, and there was no going back now. Not that he wanted to anyway.

Smoke nodded eagerly, causing Jace to let out a low chuckle. She walked back towards where their motorcycles were parked, using their intertwined fingers to pull him along with her. The brunette man caught his eyes trailing down her body, appraising her outfit for the first time that night. She was gorgeous, and he couldn't help but think of himself as lucky, that someone like her would be interested in someone like him. But maybe that was just the hopeless romantic in him, hoping there was something more in the words "I need you" than just sex. Wishful thinking. They finally got to his bike, and he let go of her hand, straddling the metal machine to pull it into a standing position. He held out his hand to help her on but half-expected her to turn him down. Either way, the warm feeling of her body pressed against his back through his leather jacket distracted him momentarily, and Jace took a breath to collect himself. "How does that old saying go? 'The fun of the game is in the chase' or something like that?" he teased, glancing over his shoulder. "Cat and mouse and all that?"

Turning over the ignition, the motorcycle beneath them roared to life, and Bear revved the engine a few times to warm it up. He was rather proud of that chunk of metal, having practically built it himself from the ground up. It was a total bike that came from the impound lot at the state department, and he used spare parts to create his own perfect machine. Waiting until she had wrapped her arms around his waist, Jace shook his head and replied, "Afraid? Not at all. You're complex, Smoke. Interesting in all the right ways. Nothing wrong with that." With that, he took off down the road into the night. The wind raced past them as they meandered through the streets, the moonlight guiding their path as most of the streetlamps in that part of town were damaged or out of order altogether. The ground speeding beneath them set adrenaline coursing through Jace's veins, his heart beating faster. He wouldn't consider himself an adrenaline junkie. But there was something about being so close to the pavement as it sped, the wind on his face, controlling such a powerful machine, all of it he absolutely loved. They rolled up in front of the Valencia estate, parking the bike alongside a few others already there. Jace cut the engine, turning to look back at Smoke. "Alright, lead the way."







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Smoke



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Looking in the eyes of her father and telling him how exactly things happened in the clubhouse and what the real reason of her and Ink’s breakup was, that was going to be a fucking difficult task. And Smoke knew she would have to do it herself. Not that no one was absolutely keen on telling Shotgun the news. After all, there was this big meeting tonight. But it was up to the biker princess herself to acknowledge her actions and simply go stand in front of her father with the words of nothing but the truth. Shotgun wanted them together but only because he felt that his almost son could keep her safe. Ask Smoke, she called bullshit. To her, it seemed like daddy dearest simply wanted her under control and Ink was supposed to make sure she was. Any moment of her acting out should be reported immediately to the leader. And while Shotgun rarely truly punished his one and only daughter, Smoke was not exactly thrilled about him knowing about every shenanigan she got into.

There were times she actually thought her love for Ink was existent. Now she knew it was just some sort of infatuation. Ink was definitely a hot piece of man and he could make a lot of girls happy. The brunette herself knew that their makeup sex was fucking amazing. Ink knew her and could read her like a favorite book and every touch on her body burned through her skin. But still, it was just her carnal desire and she still went and visited her lovers all over the town. Because while Ink was an amazing friend and a brilliant lover, he never could give her what that dark heart truly wanted under the charred surface. Romance.

Everyone knew who the tough bartender was. But not everyone was allowed to see everything. There were only very few people to ever see Smoke as more than just a carefree dark angel, pouring drinks left and right, taking the shots like the best of them and winning poker games which cost the whole clubhouse. Millie was one of them. As Smoke’s best friend and a therapist in one, the blonde knew all the secrets hiding inside the brunette and maybe that helped her to see Smoke as more than just a vulgar biker baby. And the man, whose fingers were now intertwined with Smoke’s as they walked to his bike, was also offered a few tiny insights. Granted, never too deep, never too much, but the two spent more time together than just over a drink and a cigarette. And so far, he always resisted Smoke’s advances. Until now.

Once Bear got on his bike, his hand came forward to help Smoke as well. And yes, she was very much capable of doing it herself. But there was something touching in that small chivalrous gesture that her hand slipped in Bear’s and she got on right behind him. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she leaned her head against his broad back and let out a soft sigh. “Cat and mouse indeed.” she echoed his words, closing her eyes for a moment to inhale the scent of his cologne. There was always something about this man. He was tall, dark, rugged just like many other Aces. But even in his rougher exterior, there was something calming, an essence that put Smoke to peace every time they were around each other. And now, as her body was using his as her anchor, Smoke’s angry high was finally coming down for real and she knew that she needed him. Not just in her bed for the night. But maybe for so much more. Her head was always having the hardest time to wrap itself around the idea of commitment. But Bear’s words to her about how complex and interesting she was soothed her injured soul on a whole new level. And the poor girl had no idea how to approach that.

Smoke’s eyes remained closed for the whole ride. She left the wind kiss her face and play with the strands of her chocolate brown hair. Goosebumps sprung all over her bare legs and arms and she felt every bump, every rock, every curve of the road. They became one with the steel horse and honestly, there were not many feelings which could beat this one. Only when the machine started to slow down and finally the engine was off did Smoke open her eyes. Bear wanted her to lead the way and she took his hand in his again, hopping up the stairs towards the entrance. A sultry smile was present on her lips as she opened the door and led the man inside, straight to the stairs. They all seemed to be oblivious about the meeting that was about to start back at the clubhouse. Shotgun has already made his appearance and most of the Aces leadership was there. But to the leader’s daughter, that mattered only very little as she led Bear upstairs and to her room. Her fingers tapped the wall a few times to locate the switch and she turned the light on. Smoke turned to face Bear and her hands rested flat on his chest. “Make yourself at home.” she spoke in a husky tone, letting her fingers slip under his jacket to feel his warmth radiating through his shirt. Her doe eyes looked up, meeting his and her heartbeat instantly increased.












































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Ink



the hot-head












The whole meeting and its importance dissipated in the cold night air once Ink left the clubhouse with Juni. His childhood friend brough back memories Ink buried deep inside his heart, not to think about them very often simply because it was way too painful. Ever since Ink was able to perceive and remember the world, there was no other family for him than the Aces. And most of all, the Valencias. He even remembered the late missus since there was only one year-difference between him and Ash. Sure, his memories of her were not the sharpest ones but he did remember her enough to know she was a kind soul, Shotgun’s perfect match, someone who could tame his fire but also burn on her own. Ink also remembered her funeral. Every single Ace was there back then, they all wore their jackets over black shirts. Even Smoke was there but back then, she was big enough for Shotgun to hold her in a cradle of one arm while the other was set on the shoulders of a small dark-haired boy. A small version of Ashton Valencia. And even in this grievous moment, Ink never felt more at home among them all. Aces cared about each other, they had each other’s backs and if they loved, they loved forever. Until this day, Shotgun would tell you that his wife was his soulmate and there was never any woman but her.

Ink was jealous. But not in that way with a large green monster crawling up his spine, burning him alive. But he also wanted to know how it felt to meet his soulmate. His perfect old lady. For the briefest of moments, he thought Smoke might be it. After all, they knew each other since childhood, spent years living side by side, played together as kids, teased each other. It was a reasonable choice. And Shotgun even agreed. But maybe that was it. It was reasonable. And while there was never lack of passion, it was not the right kind. Passionate arguments followed by passionate making up, that could only last for so long. Only to end in crumbles of the catfight in the clubhouse. Whatever happened with Smoke, Ink had no idea but he was sure she grabbed some wretched bastard to keep her company at night. But from tonight, she was not his problem anymore.

Instead, Ink’s sole focus was on Juni, his forever friend. When she said she would walk home, Ink felt an icy dagger piercing his guts. No way was he letting her do that so when her fingers reached for the helmet finally, a great wave of relief washed over him. She got on his bike and he could feel her small hands on his front. Her face was buried in his back as he kicked the stand and drove off into the night. With Juni behind him, Ink drove a bit less recklessly as he usually did but he still held the bike at a steady speed to keep the adrenaline levels up. The memory of their rides before Juni left appeared in his mind and put a satisfied smile to his lips. For the first time in forever, his heart felt Ink was exactly where he was supposed to be. Driving home with the girl he wanted to be taking there. Sure, they both basically lived in the same house but Juni made her home in the basement.

Parking his steed in front of the house, Ink got off and helped Juni as well, hanging the helmet on the handlebars. Juni’s hand found his again and her warm fingers intertwined with his. The couple entered the house through the back door instead of taking the main one, unaware who was about to arrive a few minutes later. Ink didn’t even care. He simply wanted to spend the evening with Juni, catch up, talk, watch a fricking movie, cuddle under the blanket as they used to. Just be their cheerful selves and not dwell on the wrongs of the past. Juni led him inside and for a brief moment, they were in a complete darkness before she found the switch, shedding some light on her little home in which she welcomed him. “Thank you, love. It’s very cozy. So…”

Ink never got further. Her already soft voice was supposed to be a giveaway. But all of a sudden, her hand flew up, covered her mouth and tears started to roll down her beautiful pale face as she muffled the sobs. Ink looked at her, his hand reached up and scratched the back of his head. This was not how he imagined it. “Juni…” he breathed but then took a step closer, pulling the girl to him. His tall frame towered over her and his arms enveloped her in a hug. “Come on, why the tears?” he hummed as his hand caressed her hair. Leaning a bit lower, Ink pressed his lips on top of her head, offering a soft kiss with hope that maybe she might calm down. “Okay, you know what? I’m not Millie but I guess this could be good. Just let it out. Scream even if you need to.” Ink spoke in a quiet tone and his hug tightened. “Let it all out, doll.”












































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escape the ordinary.



mood
emotional

location
porch

outfit
click!

mention
Ink [ _amaranth_ _amaranth_






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juniper






The meeting happening back at the clubhouse was honestly the last thing on Juniper’s mind. She wasn’t supposed to be in the meeting, of course, but she knew about it. Living in Shotgun’s house made her privy to some of the information regarding the Aces, but tonight had only been supposed to be a social night for Juni. Well that had gone downhill quickly, and now she’d dragged Ink away from the clubhouse and the meeting. Had she recalled the meeting, she would definitely have felt guilty, even though in reality it had been Ink who took her away from the clubhouse. Even through the helmet she could feel the cold wind cutting into her face, whipping the ends of her hair around and cutting through her clothes as well. By the time they reached Shotgun’s place she was shivering, ready to go inside and into the warmth.

Letting them into the side door that led into the basement, she welcomed Ink to her home. Something about the words just made her sad all over again, and she couldn’t stop herself from breaking down. Clasping a hand over her mouth, she tried to keep the tears and sobs a secret, but she couldn’t. With the tears blinding her, she didn’t see Ink scratch the back of his head, but she could hear him as he whispered her name. That just set off a second wave of sobs, especially as he stepped closer and pulled her to him in a hug. She took comfort in his touch, leaning into him and inhaling his familiar scent. It was so him, so Brady, that for a moment it filled all of her senses and blinded her to everything around them and everything she felt. All she knew in that moment was him.

Feeling his hand caressing her hair, she sniffled, unable to answer his question yet. He shifted, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her red and puffy eyes fluttered closed, and she even let out a breathy laugh when he said he wasn’t Millie. His arms tightened around her as he told her to let it out, and for a moment, all she could do was stand there. The tears had stopped coming as fiercely, but her eyes were swollen and raw from the amount she’d already shed. “She hates me.” Juni whispered against Ink’s chest, her grip tightening on his shirt. “They all do. Everyone hates me because Robbie fucked up.” It just wasn’t fair, but then again, when had this life ever been fair?

Pulling back some, she tilted her head back to look up at Ink. “And yeah, Robbie may have fucked up but he’s still my brother. He’s the only family I had left, and now he’s gone. Presumed dead, but I can’t even bury him and have closure. So for all I know he is still out there, and nobody gives a shit enough to look for him.” The words were hitting her as she spoke them, her reality becoming all too real. “What do I have here, Ink? A former best friend who will hit me on sight? A home that isn’t my own? And now I’ve even come between you two, too. You broke up tonight because of me. I hate it. But I also hated you being with her, and that just makes me feel selfish.” She shook her head, stepping out of his grasp suddenly and moving to take a seat on the couch, pulling her legs up. “Why are you here, Ink? With me, I mean. Why?”








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life is short. fuck it.



mood
muy importante

location
clubhouse ---> on the road

outfit
click!

mention
Millie [ MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat ]






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ash






To say that Ash didn’t take alot seriously in his life would be an understatement. The man was the true definition of a bachelor, not caring about anything really except his next good time. How else would someone like Ashton Valencia end up married? Not that it was a well kept secret or anything, but it wasn’t something Ash liked to talk about. He’d only been twenty-one, after all, and he’d already gone through the divorce process. His friends had taken him to Vegas when he turned twenty one, and got him a stripper. Candy. Oh yeah, classic stripper name and all. He’d gotten so hammered that night that he proposed, and told Candy all about who he was and where he came from. She agreed because she thought marrying a gang member would be hot, or so she’d told him later. But when he woke up the next morning, she was gone.

Ash didn’t even realize he was married until a few months later, when Candy showed up with divorce papers. Imagine his surprise as he opened his door, clad only in a pair of sweatpants, to find a stripper. Well, she wasn’t dressed like a stripper then but seeing her face brought back a few hazy memories. He let her in and she presented him with the shocking evidence of their marriage, and he’d probably never signed his name quicker than on those divorce papers. He hadn’t seen her since she left, and as far as he knew, that was the end of it. That had been quite some time ago, but sometimes his friends still gave him shit for it.

But he’d married Candy as a drunken mistake. His feelings for Millie had been anything but. Only he’d never been able to tell her how he felt, not even on prom night. Then she was gone, and he’d had to live with his own feelings. He’d tried drinking them away, drugging them away, even fucking them away but nothing worked. Now she was back, and she was angry with him. Maybe a small part of him understood, but that part was buried under years of denial and pride and now, thanks to her slap, a little bit of disbelief and anger. With all of those feelings wrapped up into one man, it’s a wonder the only thing he did was grab her and kiss her.

When she leaned into him and kissed him back, he felt his heart do a flip-flop. The beautiful moment only lasted a few seconds before she suddenly pulled back, looking at him with a confused look on her face. “Why?” He echoed, not letting her go until she pulled away herself. His hands dropped to his side and his eyes scanned hers, almost as though he was searching for any sign she felt the same. He wanted her to know, hell, he needed her to know. But he couldn’t say it. With a light scoff, he suddenly reached up to run his fingers through his hair, his eyes glancing up at the dark sky above them. “I… you… Did I read this situation wrong?” He finally asked, his gaze dropping back to hers. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”








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As hard as Milana tried, all of her previous relationships never really worked out. There was the guy she dated in high school, the one who stood her up at prom because Ash scared him off. He was clean-cut, smart, with plans of going to university to be a lawyer. Everything her parents would have wanted for her. In college, she met a couple of guys and girls that sparked her interest. On the surface, they were all attractive, fun-loving party-goers. But once she got past the drug-induced, drunk surface, they weren't what she was looking for. They turned her down when she wanted to go cliff-jumping or sky-diving, left her to mountain bike down thin peaks on her own. The extent of their adrenaline-loving ways was their next high or blackout night. Millie wasn't into that sort of thing. She wanted danger, but not in the way that risked her cognition. And so, each relationship began and ended the same way until she was fully convinced she was going to be alone forever.

Then there was Ash, who checked off all the right boxes. But in many ways, the cons outweighed the pros. He was involved in a criminal gang and had a list of offenses a mile long, partied, drank, did drugs. He jumped between women like they were just objects. He had an affinity for fire that was beyond just interest. Everything she had learned during her psychology degree and in clinicals after told her that this was a predictably unpredictable man. He had the perfect amount of danger that drew her in, and that was exactly why she told herself she had to stay away from him once she return. And there she was, on the top of a cliff overlooking her favorite view in the city, with that same man, kissing him back. She took a step back from him, knowing that she needed to put some space between them for her benefit as well as his. With the adrenaline rushing through her veins from that kiss, she wasn't quite sure she could stop herself if he kissed her again.

Millie tried to read Ash's gaze. He was looking for something, but she didn't quite know what. She could feel the flush in her cheeks, unable to hide that response to that kiss. And then, his mask was back up, hiding whatever breakthrough might have been. He ran a hand through his hair and, for a moment, the blonde fought the urge to do the same. "Read the situation?" she repeated, feeling like they were broken records of each other. "What I wanted? Ash, what I want is an explanation. A reason. Anything that could tell me what's going on with you. With us. Hell, a few hours ago, you weren't even talking to me. And now, all of a sudden, we're up here overlooking the city in what most people would see as a romantic spot. I'm trying to get answers, and you go in and kiss me? That's called deflection, Ashton. Textbook definition." Millie let out a sigh, glancing away from him for a moment before turning back.

"Look, I don't know what's going on with you. I don't know what's been going on in your life for the last five years. But I know you, as much as you would hate to admit it. And I know there's more to this than just you 'reading a situation wrong," she continued, returning her blue gaze to him. Taking a step towards him, she looked up at him, trying to read what was behind his eyes. Despite the anger that she felt in her gut for being abandoned for so long, she couldn't help but feel like there was more to the story they needed to talk about. Because, at the end of the day, she wanted her friend back. Milana shivered from the cold, having lost the warmth he previously provided. "We've always been able to talk to one another. So what aren't you telling me, Ash? What's so hard for you to say?"







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Bear had of course been to the Valencia house before. As a low man on the totem pole, he was often on foot soldier duty, which meant patrolling the estate in the middle of the night. Staying up at all hours, he walked around the perimeter of that land more times than he could count. At the time, he had thought it was his way in, a way to get close to the Valencia family and get the information he needed. Bear would learn later, however, that it was simply a way to haze the recruits in a way. After all, who would trust them with protecting the family? There was a top-of-the-line security system there, why would they need people patrolling the grounds? No, instead, it was a ploy to break them down, teach them some sort of lesson he still didn't quite understand. It reminded Jace a bit of his beat cop days. The rookies were sent out on the worst patrols, walking their assigned beats to pick up petty crimes like jaywalking and parking patrol. It was the Captain's way of teaching them how to deal with the angry public. Because, at some point or another in their lives, everyone hates the cops.

Being invited inside, however, was entirely different. He hadn't had that luxury before, at least nothing further than the foyer. He had no blueprint of the place, not even a mental image. The higher-ups at the State Department held that over his head, always badgering him about when he could get them an eye inside. He had tried a couple of times in the past, sure. But usually, everything that needed to go down went down in the compound or the clubhouse. And, as the days went on, Jason just honestly stopped trying. The further he got in, the further he truly felt like an Ace. Maybe he was going corrupt, but some days he just didn't care. The rumbling engine beneath him felt like home, and the people at that clubhouse felt like family. With life being as short as it was, especially for a cop or a gang member, what more could he even ask for?

Jason kicked out the stand of his bike, waiting for Smoke to get off before he swung his leg over. Her hand slid into his again, warm and soft despite the years of who knows what kind of work it had seen. She led him up the stairs and through the front door, taking him as far as he had been before. He glanced around, instincts kicking in as he began to take in his surroundings and attempt to memorize them. But that was short-lived as they ascended the stairs towards what he could only assume was Smoke's room. Jace had no idea if there was anyone else in the house and, to be completely honest, he didn't care. It had slipped his mind that there was supposed to be a meeting at the clubhouse, and both of them should have made an appearance. Shotgun would no doubt be hearing from the other Aces all that went down at the bar that evening, and who knows how he would react once he heard about Ink and Smoke's very public, very loud break-up. As far as Bear knew anyway, the elder Valencia was the one to set the whole thing up. At least, that's how it was told in the rumor mill.

Bear continued to follow Smoke until they stood outside her room. She went in, feeling around for the light switch before it flicked on. He paused in the doorway, appraising the bedroom for just a moment before following her inside and shutting the door behind them. Her hands resting against his chest sent sparks of electricity across his skin. In the back of his mind, that hopeless romantic piped up, urging him to ask her if any of this meant something more. But Bear was fairly sure he already knew the answer to that. So, he pushed those emotions away much like he always did. Her hands slid across his chest and under his jacket, leaving those sparks everywhere they went. Jace shrugged out of the leather and tossed it onto a nearby chair, not really caring if it met its target or not. Instead, he spun them around so her back was against the door, his palms flat against the wood on either side of her shoulders. Jace leaned in slowly until their lips were just a wisp apart, his heart already racing. His tone was low as he gave her the option to back out, one last time. "You sure you want this?"







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  • how she's feeling...



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Smoke



the leader's daughter












In all honesty, if asked, Smoke would never be able to describe love. Not that she was incapable of that emotion and not for the lack of trying. The pretty brunette simply never experienced that emotion on the truly deep level. There was never any man who gave her that real unconditional love which would fill her heart and tame her wild nature. Many men visited her bed, she visited twice as many of others but nowhere did she find what her heart truly craved. There was a large hole inside of the girl and while Smoke had always know there was something missing in her life, she was never able to quite put the finger on it.

Being in love never happened to the girl and so she would never be able to explain that feeling. She felt passion, desire, raw want, but never burning love. Every time she accepted a man in her bed, it was simply because her body craved it. Pure carnal pleasure overtook her senses and the hunger needed to be satiated. No man was ever able to ignite that fire inside her, to make the box of butterflies explode in her stomach and make her skin crawl even thinking about him. None of her bootycalls were the Prince Charmings and Ink was definitely not the right man for the hot-headed bartender. And so Smoke wandered around, living her life, never truly filling that gaping hole in her heart.

Leading Bear to her home and then up the stairs to her room, it was that cursed desire again which was the reason Smoke was willing to go this far. That and the fact that ego was deeply hurt, scarred all over and she needed to prove to herself that she was still that hot wanted Smoke everyone wanted to have. And to pull her up from the pit of self-pity, she couldn’t call to anyone on her list. She needed someone fresh, someone definitely worth every second. And when her dark brown eyes fell upon Bear, she knew he was the one.

Smoke and Bear never got any closer than friends before. Make no mistake, Smoke enjoyed his company a lot. They could talk like two normal people without naughty double meanings, he kept her company on patrols and vice versa and he was always there when she needed it, making sure she was safe and that there was no imminent danger around her. To say she didn’t want him would be a lie. But somehow, it always seemed wrong and Smoke doubted they would be able to return to this friendly state if they fucked…things up.

But not tonight. Tonight, Smoke was not thinking straight and having the tall man so close to her, having his cologne hit her nose, feeling the warmth of his body and seeing the lines his muscles created on his shirt. Her hurt pride kept whispering all sorts of bad ideas and alcohol coursing in her blood was the best support to that. Her own breathing became faster, chest was rising and falling even more visibly now. His hands burned her skin when he touched her and Smoke let out a soft ‘oof’ when he pressed her against the door. His presence was strong and Smoke’s lower lip quivered when he leaned closer. Their lips almost touched and she felt his hot breath on hers when he asked whether she truly wanted this. Her hands moved up, tracing skin of his neck. Her nails gently grazed the line under his jaw as she nodded very slowly and removed the remaining distance between their lips. The kiss started out slow and Smoke tasted a tiny bit of tequila. A small exhale escaped her as she leaned against the bear of a man, seeking everything she thought she wanted in that one kiss.












































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