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triplexdoublex · 4 years ago

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Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?”

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions.

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips.

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What��s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself.

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!” You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!”

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass”

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?”

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed.

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

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You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers.

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused.

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame.

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.” He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged.

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye, no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!” Shawnie blurted out.

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.”

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off.

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked.

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him.

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?”

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?”

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed.

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.”

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires.

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When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin.

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching.

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you.

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first, increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready. He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called.

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

“Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher.

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“ he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked. You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air.

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place.

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down.

You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly.

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him.

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes.

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words” he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips.

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell; spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!” He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole.

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you.

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out.

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled.

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview.

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch.

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first.

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel.

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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Oooh Lisa, I really loved that TBL Jungkook x OC scenario😍 what would the dialogue be like if Jungkook thought OC was checking out some other guy but she really wasn’t she was thinking about how she is planning something sweet for him and they kind of argue because he misunderstands until she tells him the reason why and they make up😭❤️ only if you want to of course, you’re awesome Lisaaa, I want you to always know that❤️

before i get into the drabble i just gotta say this: YOU MADE ME SMILE SO HARD thank you so much 😫 you're so sweet ahh makin me happy n shit ;( 💗💗

What's the best time to propose with a promise ring? It's practically engagement, just in a different form, and you can't stop fidgeting in your seat with a giddy grin that you can't seem to wipe off your face. Jungkook likes rings. Promise rings are romantic. The black band wood ring sitting in the pocket of your dress bounces along with your knees in excitement.

In the cozy café, you sit in a booth across from Jungkook who narrows his eyes at you with a playful smirk and a hand holding up his chin. You've been acting different all day, spreading rays of happiness to whoever you cross, and he's curious as to why. It has him suppressing a stupid smile with a press of his lips.

"Are you going to tell me or do I have to ask?"

You break out of your trance and realize you've been staring at him for a whole minute without saying anything. A giggle bubbles up in your throat as you shake your head. "I don't know what you're talking about, but neither." Secrets aren't your forte when you're so impatient to spit it out.

"Hm... alright. I'll wait. You'll tell me sooner or later," he shrugs and leans back, his hand reaching out to place it next to yours so you can play with his fingers. It's more fun for him than it is for you, but it's like clockwork how you immediately start to bend his knuckles and toy with his fingertips.

You're waiting with him after deciding to "propose" after your meals arrive. You trust the service to be quick, and it has you nibbling on your lip with even more impatience. Your toes curl and uncurl, losing yourself to your thoughts of predictions of how the scene will play out again. You remember to look elsewhere this time, not caring as to where your eyes fall.

"Are guesses permitted?"

"No," you sing as your eyes turn into crescents from the force of your smile. You don't look in his direction as he hums in thought.

"That's no fun. I can see you're dying to tell me."

"Mm-mm," you shake your head. He's absolutely right, but you're already zoning out which means time will pass faster for you, so no need to break your unspoken promise of waiting.

He huffs as if disheartened, catching onto your gaze locked on a specific spot, but doesn't stop with his antics. "Babygirl," he quietly sings, attacking your weakness to the pet name as he slowly leans in, "why are you keeping secrets from me?"

You tune him out as you continue imagining his reaction, preparing for best and worst case scenario with a now swollen lip. You get too excited about things, leading to impatience and then obsession, ending with a rush of anxiety. Your facial expression becomes neutral as you fall deeper into wonderland, your teeth still stuck on your bottom lip.

Jungkook sighs and starts wiggling his fingers you hold onto. His other hand travels to your neck and tickles it like he's expecting you to purr like an engine in response, diverting your attention back onto him. You only tilt your head and stay silent, prompting him to glance at your focal point, and just as he's about to look back at you, he glances at the man you're staring at again.

It takes a few glances back and forth for him to register you are actually eyeing someone else in his presence while he's right in front of you. He pulls his hands back as he stares you down for a moment. He calls your name twice until you give a delayed response of a huh?.

The server joins in by placing the dishes on the table, and you clap your hands excitedly before thanking them and locking eyes with Jungkook whose smile has faltered.

"Are you okay?" you worry.

"I'm alright, thanks," he vaguely says, "what about you? Someone catch your eye?"

You chuckle through your nose as you say, "No? Why? Unless you mean yourself, in that case–"

"No, I just feel like I'm interrupting something with the way you couldn't take your eyes off of that guy." He licks lips and arches a brow with an empty gaze. "I can invite him to our table, if you want."

"Huh–"

"I can converse with him about how slutty it is to undress another man with your eyes while you're on a date with your boyfriend, how's that sound?"

"Jungkook–"

"Or maybe I should leave you with him so I can ask other women if they often entertain other men while on a date, hm?"

"I was zoning out," you pout pleadingly. "I was thinking about something."

"Trust me, it's obvious you were thinking about something," he scoffs irritatedly.

Your cheeks flush under the heat of his glare, embarrassed by the accusation and his immediate misunderstanding. "I was thinking about you, the thing I'm so excited about, I didn't even notice him."

"You didn't notice him and yet you completely ignored my existence because you coincidentally zoned out while staring at him? Huh. Let me try that tactic."

"Jungkook," you whine at his cruel sarcasm. "I swear I wasn't staring at him, I just didn't want to be weird by staring at you. Don't you think I'm loyal to you? I love you so much and," you sigh, "I was mentally preparing myself to give you a promise ring."

He knows before anyone else how much you're obsessed with him. It's been obvious since the beginning, and he can't pinpoint the cause of his jealousy, but what was he supposed to think from his observation? That you were planning to gift him such a meaningful thing?

His brows knit in a mix of surprise and confusion. "A promise ring?"

"Yes– I mean unless you don't want it, which is totally fine!" you babble as you take out the jewelry. "I know you aren't shy to say no, but I'm just saying... err, if it's too much commitment..."

He takes the ring you awkwardly hold and doesn't bother inspecting it until it's wrapped around his left ring finger. His lack of hesitiation in wearing it warms your heart as you internally coo. It's so pretty on him.

"I'm already committed to you, stupid girl. The fuck does too much mean?" He closes one eye as he holds up his decorated hand. He likes it. He really likes it.

You stare at him in awe with glimmering eyes until he says, "Perfect. I'll have to get you a matching one." He winks at you as a boyish smile grows on his face. You smile back with absolute adoration.

"Also," he blushes and clears his throat, "sorry about what I said earlier. I mean, you did make it very hard not to get the wrong idea..."

"Sorry," you grin sheepishly, "I space out when I'm concentrated. A-and I'm really happy you like it."

At your flustered state, he bites his lip before pointing at your food. "It's getting cold."

#textbook love #♡

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excelsi-or · 4 years ago

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your type (pt. 6)

Hiiii friends, it’s only been like two weeks! Pretty good in terms of posting for me lol. I don’t know what it is about this story in particular, but I feel so self-conscious about posting new parts. But I’m also not someone who likes to leave things half finished.

I hope you’re all doing well :)

BIPOC recs: I actually have a few! Two books: Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 - Cho Namjoo (basically follows a woman’s life in South Korea and all the micro-oppressive things that women face in their personal and career lives); Winners Take All - Anand Giridharadas (a non-fiction about how billionaires create such a disproportionate world for us all; I love listening to Anand’s talks about this subject. I find it fascinating). Music: Cross Country - Breland (excellent country song); Boyz II Men - Kirby (I love this woman’s energy)

w.c. 2.6k

pairing: jihoon x OC/reader

pt. 1; pt. 2; pt. 3; pt. 4; pt. 5

The summer semester has her in the research lab 8 hours a day. Luckily, Jihoon is also on campus for just as long. His professor got him a gig working on music for a few groups in various companies. It helps get his foot in the door, and while the deadlines are tight, he genuinely enjoys working.

They take their lunch breaks together, wandering the green or just wandering hallways if it’s too warm outside. But since he doesn’t have other classes, Jihoon’s been chatting with a few girls he’s met.

And he’s told her all about them, so she isn’t blindsided if someone else decides to share it with her.

“How was your date last night?” she asks at lunch.

Jihoon shrugs. The girl had come over since Seungcheol was at Jihyo’s. “She was whatever.”

She lifts an eyebrow, eating the sandwich that Seungkwan made for her lunch. She’s now taken to spending the night at Seungkwan and Hansol’s when Seungcheol visits.

Jihoon sighs. “Jiwoo was uninteresting.” When she has no response to this, he pouts. “She didn’t really have any opinions on anything, so we couldn’t find anything to talk about.”

“But you didn’t just go for dinner.”

“She was fine in bed.” Jihoon shrugs. “Didn’t really tell me what she liked, so hard to say how she felt about it.”

“Ahh.”

“What does that mean?”

She pops the rest of her sandwich in her mouth. “I don’t really know how to continue from that.”

Jihoon snorts. “Well, you’re the one who asked.”

She thinks for a minute. “Are you just saying she was uninteresting?” She kicks him lightly under the table. “Did you listen to her?”

“Of course I did!” Jihoon sips his coffee. “You said that I need to look at people more,” he makes a point of staring at her, “and to be aware of my body language because it comes off as standoffish.”

“And still?”

“All she talked about was her dog. I love talking about people’s dogs, but not for two hours.”

“Dinner was two hours?”

Jihoon shakes his head in frustration. “The kitchen kept getting the order wrong. Anyway, enough about my failed date, how’s your research going?” He pushes a napkin towards her.

She pulls out the pencil she was using to hold her hair up. Her hair cascades around her and she begins sketching out her reaction. While Jihoon hasn’t quite learned all the chemistry terminology, he recognizes various things, specifically the compounds she’s working on. She’d taught him some basics about catalytic testing, using drawings to help him follow along.

Multiple times she’s insisted that her research is really boring, especially for people who aren’t in science. But Jihoon likes listening to her talk, and her research lets her dominate the conversation. He asks questions and clarification, and she’s always great at simplifying things.

Jihoon has learned that her amazing attention to detail translates well to analyzing his songs. And she’s always very honest about the parts she likes and doesn’t like.

“I have some finished works I want your opinion on.” They start to clean up their table.

She glances up at him. “You don’t have a date tonight?”

Jihoon waits for her to fall into step with him. “I do, but I also have deadlines. So, if you’re not tired later, meet me in the studio?”

She waves goodbye to him. “I’ll let you know where I’m at.” She waits for him to exit the building before going to put her earphones in. As she’s heading to the stairs, she sees Seulgi heading towards her. They cross paths in the chemistry labs, but have never been on real speaking terms.

She smiles at Seulgi, about to go around her like normal, when the woman asks, “Are you and Jihoon dating?”

Despite her earphones in, she does hear the question. She turns. “Uhm, no.” She pauses and Seulgi says nothing. “Why?”

“I just…” Seulgi gives her a once over. “You seem too nice to be dating Jihoon.”

She’s taken aback by that observation. While Jihoon has given off the hot-cold vibe, player energy, and a slight lack of communication skills, she can’t say Jihoon’s ever warranted a comment like that. “We’re just…” She tries to come up with a word. “We’re just friends.”

“You’re smart.” Seulgi seems to mull something over. “But smart girls like you have fallen for his charm.”

“Like… you?”

“Once, but I’m not talking about me here. I’m talking about my friend.”

This piques her interest more than she wishes it did. Jihyo has warned her against listening to all these testimonials of women dating Jihoon.

“Maybe you just need to give the man a solid chance. If you’re gonna spend all your time with him anyway.”

Against Jihyo’s advice, she asks, “What happened to your friend?”

“Jihoon broke her heart. He doted on her and from the sounds of it, worshipped her, but then all of a sudden, he went cold. Stopped answering messages, stopped picking up the phone, avoiding her in the hallways. Then he said—”

“‘I’m ignoring you now, please leave me alone?’”

Seulgi tips her head. “Have you talked to Wendy?”

She runs her tongue along her bottom teeth. “No. I haven’t.”

“So how did you—?”

“I met another girl he’s dated. And… he’s a creature of habit, so… figured he’d say something similar.”

Seulgi hums. “Well, Wendy refuses to see any other man now. But she’s fine, mostly. We just can’t mention Jihoon around her. So, just…”

“Be careful?”

Seulgi chuckles. “So you’ve heard the warnings before?”

“A couple times.” Under her breath, she mutters, “Maybe I should heed them more.” She gives Seulgi a friendly nudge as she walks away. “Thanks for the warning.”

“Is everything okay?”

Jihoon received her text around 4:30, saying that she wasn’t feeling well and would go straight home after she was done in lab.

“Yeah, I’m just… I think I’m getting sick.”

She had seemed fine when he saw her.

“Okay, I’ll walk you home then.”

There’s a long pause. “I actually caught up with Taehyung, Jungkook’s boyfriend? He said he would walk me home.”

Jihoon turns in his chair at this odd development. “Oh. Okay. Well, I’ll… see you tomorrow then.”

“Bye.” Almost like an afterthought, she adds, “Sorry.”

Jihoon turns back to stare at the pieces of work he has open in the task bar that he wanted to show her. Instead, he closes them and goes back to work.

Time passes without him realizing. Before he knows it, it’s time for him to meet up with Ara. He glances at the clock, thinking.

Jihoon (19:14)

Meet me at the gym?

Jihoon (19:14)

Hey, don’t think I’ll be able to make it tonight. Caught a cold.

Soonyoung (19:15)

Sure. See you in 10.

Mingyu (19:15)

I’m in.

Ara (19:15)

If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you have another woman in mind.

But okay.

Get well soon, babe.

True to their word, Mingyu and Soonyoung meet him at the gym near their homes. Soonyoung leads the way inside and they go stretch while Jihoon disappears to change.

When he reemerges, Mingyu asks him what’s wrong.

“She cancelled on me.”

“Who?” Soonyoung is stretching on his right.

Jihoon crosses his right arm across his body, feels the stretch in his upper delt and across his arm. He updates them on what’s happened in the last 7 hours, from lunch, to her saying she’s sick, to Ara.

Mingyu frowns. “I didn’t realize you two were still going on dates. I thought you’d already gotten to the… dating part of dating.”

“Wait,” Soonyoung seems to realize something, “are you seeing other women right now? We cannot win this bet unless you commit!”

Mingyu observes Jihoon in the mirror. He has a dazed look in his eye, as if he’s thinking hard about something. “You actually like her.” He turns to Jihoon. “You’re genuinely upset that she didn’t come to the studio.”

Jihoon wasn’t really frowning before, but he is now. “No. I’m not.”

“Wonwoo hyung said that he thought you were seeing other women again.” Mingyu turns back to the mirror. “I said that couldn’t be possible, because you don’t like to lose.”

“Can we just work out?” His tone is harsh, but his friends hear a small plea in there too. They exchange looks over Jihoon’s head and shrug.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Soonyoung nudges him towards the free weights.

It isn’t until after their gym session on their way home that Soonyoung and Mingyu begin grilling him.

“Are you seeing other women right now?” Mingyu asks.

“Well…” Jihoon adjusts his bag on his shoulder. “Yeah.”

Soonyoung and Mingyu’s jaws drop.

“Dude. The bet.” Soonyoung gives him a push. “What if she finds out?”

Jihoon watches his feet move beneath him. “She already knows.”

“She knows? And she still goes out with you?” Mingyu demands. “Are you guys just friends?”

Soonyoung groans in frustration. “Seriously, Jihoon, bets are serious business. We went all in on this bet. You can’t just let Seokmin win a bet like this.”

“What happened, hyung?”

The question seems to release something in Jihoon. He throws his hands up in frustration. “I don’t know. I really don’t. She just… holds herself at a distance from me. I can’t seem to…” He makes grabbing motions in the air. “Get anything out of her.” He shakes his head. “Maybe we should just give up here. I don’t know if I can win this bet.”

“Yah!” Soonyoung throws an arm around his shoulders. He squeezes his arm. “I am not losing to Seokmin and Seungkwan on a bet that I know that we can win. You are the best at this.”

“She’s just as good at keeping me at a distance. And apparently she’s also had men castrated before.”

Mingyu and Soonyoung blink in surprise at the sudden information.

“Okay, well, we’re not going to let that happen to you,” Mingyu states.

Soonyoung agrees. “But you’re going to have to start pulling out al your moves. You—”

Jihoon shakes his head. “Listen to me. I have been at this since February. The girl won’t even let me kiss her.”

Mingyu scoffs. “You haven’t even kissed her yet? You guys are just friends.”

Soonyoung holds a hand up in Mingyu’s face. “You are not being encouraging.” He readjusts his grip around Jihoon. “Look. We’ll help you then. Lee Jihoon doesn’t tap out like this.”

“You said she canceled on you.” Mingyu tips his chin in Jihoon’s direction. “Why?”

“She said she was sick and found someone else to walk her home.”

Soonyoung’s eyes widen. He releases his grip on Jihoon to get a better look at his face. “That’s it?”

Jihoon scowls. “Did I not tell you that I haven’t even kissed her yet? I eat lunch with her every day and then I walk her home.”

“Are we in the 1700s? What the fuck?” Mingyu demands.

“I can’t work out what makes her tick. She tells me stuff about herself, but nothing I can use. All I’ve learned is that she’s one of the smartest people I know, reads a lot, paints, and can give me actual feedback on my music.”

“Oh, come on, that can’t be all you’ve learned.”

Jihoon sighs, racking his brain for more information. There are obviously little things he’s noticed, like that she drinks a shit ton of water; that when she thinks something’s amusing, she lets out a little breath of laughter; or that she presses down on her fingers with her thumbs when she’s nervous. But he can’t share these things. They aren’t useful.

“I’ve learned she hasn’t really dated anyone since Byunggu. That she doesn’t even count that guy as a boyfriend so Jungkook is the last man she dated.”

“Byunggu… why do I know that name?” Soonyoung looks to Mingyu.

“Because he’s the guy who’s either been threatened, murdered or castrated,�� Jihoon grumbles.

Soonyoung waves him off. “No.” He reaches behind Jihoon to hit Mingyu’s arm. “Isn’t he that guy who debuted last year?”

Mingyu’s brow furrows.

“He stopped coming to parties because he was filming some show or something, remember?” He pushes Mingyu, as if that will jog his memory. “He was one of your girls’ friends. Remember? She wouldn’t stop talking about him? That’s why you dumped her?”

“Oh! Yeah!” Mingyu pulls his phone out and looks something up. When he turns the phone to Jihoon, Jihoon squints at an article about this man who is currently doing small roles in various dramas. He doesn’t recognize the face. But until this point, he’d never seen any photos of this elusive ex. A debut would explain why he disappeared into thin air.

“What am I supposed to do with this information?” Jihoon pushes the phone away. “She clams up as soon as he comes up.”

“Okay, okay. Forget trying to replicate the men of the past.” Soonyoung says. “Just… be you.”

Jihoon stares at him in disbelief. “She doesn’t like me.”

“She must, because she’s spent a lot of time with you, hyung.” Mingyu sips from his water bottle. “Noona only gives certain people her time, if you haven’t noticed. Her girls, Hansol, Seungkwan, Wonwoo hyung these days.” He shrugs. “If you’re spending so much time with her, she likes you at least a little bit.”

Jihoon bites his tongue, annoyed that they’re right. “I’m only going to give this another month. If I can’t get this girl into my bed, then there’s no way she’s going to say ‘I love you’ first.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” Jihyo asks.

The two roommates are having a night in, watching a movie but talking the entire time with take out on the table.

She came home looking preoccupied, so Jihyo forced her to put on her pajamas, pick what sort of take out they would eat, and to bundle up on the couch. Then she forced her roommate to tell her what was wrong.

“I don’t know. Do you think it’s a sign that two different women have told me I should be careful?” She pouts. “I don’t want to feel like I need to tread carefully.”

“I don’t know what Jihoon was like with those other girls, but he likes you. I know what a guy looks like when all he wants is to get you into his bed. That look on Jihoon’s face when he sees you is pure adoration.”

She carefully breaks apart a cookie before popping a piece into her mouth. “If anything, Jihoon’s just a friend.”

“A friend who adores you. Who you also seem to like.” Jihyo nudges her with the back of her hand. “You can’t go around thinking every boy is going to hurt you like Byunggu.”

“I don’t think that. Why would I think that if I don’t even give them a chance to try?”

Jihyo snorts, both amused and frustrated. “Jihoon is putting in the effort with you. You didn’t even give him your number for like a month and a half. And he still made it work.”

“I did that to keep him away from me.” She rolls her eyes, a slight smile on her face. “So, thanks for helping him out with that.”

“You still hang out with him.”

“You know, he’s seeing other girls now.”

Jihyo pauses. “Really?”

“He tells me about them. He had a date yesterday. He has one tonight.” She shakes her head. “I think it’s just better for me if we stay friends.” She notices Jihyo on her phone. “What are you doing now?”

“Asking Cheollie if Jihoon’s home.” Jihyo turns her phone her way, grinning. Seungcheol had sent a picture of Jihoon next to him on the couch. The two seem to be playing video games. “Give the man a chance. You don’t know what kind of boyfriend he can be if you don’t.”

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Intrigued (Din Djarin x oc/reader)

gif credits: @bestintheparsec

Recluse series pt. 2

Pairing: Din Djarin x oc!bountyhunter/f!reader hybrid (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: pre-season 1, cursing, mentions of sexual harassment, drinking, mentions of prostitution/sex workers kind of, canon typical violence/death (let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: over 10.5K

Summary: At every step and turn, Bullet served as a reminder to Din of why he didn’t work with others. But it still didn’t stop the inkling of curiosity he had about her, which just seemed to grow more and more.

Notes: I am honestly not sure if anybody is enjoying this series so far, but I am enjoying writing it and have some ideas so I will keep going! Please let me know what you think, I always love to read your reactions and opinions. And if you want to be added to the tag list, let me know!

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When Din woke up, he had almost forgotten about the previous days events. It wasn’t until he realized he was sat in the cockpit with a creak in his neck that it hit him. He let out a small grunt and began to sit up, slowly rolling his neck as it let out a series of cracks and pops. Sleeping in the armor was necessary but it didn’t make it any less painful.

“You snore. Sounded like a damn starfighter through your modulator.”

The sound of her voice spooked Din. He wasn’t used to someone being there when he woke up and someone talking to him so early in the day. In fact, he wasn’t used to people speaking to him at all, speaking most of his days alone and with zero human interaction. Din rolled his head to look over at the woman, who looked how he felt. She must of not gotten a good nights rest as well, some bags under her eyes and a tired expression on her grumpy looking face.

“Sorry.” Din muttered softly and she shrugged.

“I’m just glad you’re awake. I need to piss.” She stood from the seat, using the arm rests to pull herself up as she trudged over to the ladder. She didn’t look back at him as she climbed down it, a loud noise ringing out as she moved the item in front of the fresher door, tossing the weapons out of the small room, and then slamming the door shut.

Din also made himself rise from his seat to make his way down into the hull, his body aching from the position he had slept in. He made his way down to the hull, sparing a glance at his cot with a small expression of want. He turned over and as he expected, his weapons had been unceremoniously tossed on the floor outside of the fresher door. He bent down and grabbed them all before attaching them to himself, feeling instantly more at ease. He had just finished attaching the last piece when the door was torn open, Bullet standing in the door way of the fresher. She looked at him and Din found that her weapons were also back on. “When will we get to Tatooine?”

“Should be landing soon.”

“Good.” She muttered and brushed past Din, into the body of the hull. “Our best bet is going to be Mos Espa. It’s the most highly populated place so easier to hide in and it’s where all the gambling and credits are.”

Din nodded. She was completely right. A man from Coruscant was most likely want to find somewhere that slightly resembled the city landscape he was used to. And even though Mos Espa was small, it was still the biggest city by far on Tatooine, perhaps the only one Din could recall. It would be a prime area for a man with lots of credits to go to, whether it be for gambling, betting on podraces, or anything else of the sort. The type of activities a man who stole credits would most likely take part in.

“Sounds good.” Din said.

“I have a couple ideas of where he could specifically be. One in particular.” She said, standing to face Din with her hands on her hips. She seemed focused and on stand-by, ready for action.

Din tilted his helmet slightly. They haven’t even stepped foot on the planet and she already had a place in mind. He would usually land on a planet, inspect the area, and then come up with possibilities for where the bounty could be. He had to put himself in the shoes of them, try to imagine what he would do if he was on the run in that place. “How do you have a place in mind already?”

“Think about it.” She countered but when Din didn’t respond, she sighed. “We’ve got a man from Coruscant, with loads of credits. He needs somewhere to lay low, a place where people don’t care who you are and at what your name is. But he also wants to use his credits for something good, continue to feed off the thrill of stealing them. That leads to three options: gambling, a bar, or women.”

Thinking about it, it all made sense. Perfect sense actually. Din nodded slowly. “Mos Espa had loads of those types of places.”

“Yeah, but I know a place with all three. They will either know something or he will be there.” she stated. Din was kind of at awe by her confidence. He could sense that she had an innate feeling that the man they were hunting for was there. It made all the sense in the world to her and she was already formulating a plan - Din could see the gears grinding in her mind.

Part of Din felt a spark of annoyance course through him. He hadn’t even had a moment to contribute his thoughts to their plan of action. She was laying down the rules before he had the chance to think properly. He felt like he had been one-upped and was off his game. He blamed it on his space being intruded on and having to work with another individual but a part of his mind couldn’t help but to question if it was possible that this woman was better than him. After all, he couldn’t even be too annoyed because she hit the mark. Everything she said was sound and logical. He couldn’t argue against it unless he just wanted to do so for purely selfish reasons. “Okay. We will stop there first.”

She nodded, satisfied that he hadn’t questioned her authority or ideas. “Good. You land us and we’ll be off.”

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Tatooine, and Mos Espa in particular, was the same it had always been. The double suns of the planet beat down on him, warming his body even more than it always was under all the armor. The town was busy, full of merchants and workers, as well as loads of questionable personas that all gave Din weary looks as he passed by. Bullet was taking the lead, Din following closely behind as she winded her way through the people. She seemed familiar with this place and Din swore he even saw a few people give her a nod of recognition.

It only took them a few moments before she led the way to a building and stopped in front of it. “This is it.”

Din inspected the building and was unimpressed. It was completely lack luster with no defining features besides a single sign that red Oppa’s in deep red writing. No people hanging outside of it, no windows, no signs to indicate what the purpose of the establishment was. “Are you sure?”

She let out a snort at his question, as if she found it funny he was questioning her. “Absolutely. Check the fob.”

Din fished it out of a pocket and looked down in shock to find it blinking quickly. The bounty was nearby, incredibly close for that matter. He looked up to see the woman giving him a cocky grin. “Told ya.”

Din pushed the fob back into his pocket, feeling disbelief course through him. She had been right. Not only right, but incredibly precise in just how exactly right she was. She didn’t just know what city he’d be in, or what type of place he’d be at. She had narrowed it down to the specific place. Din wanted to ask her how but he just let out a grunt and gestured towards the door. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Hold on, big boy.” She said, making Din stop in his tracks. She began to back away from the door and towards an alley along the side of it. Din hesitantly followed her as she continued talking. “You can’t just walk in there. Everybody would be out the door before we had a chance to get to this guy.”

“What?” Din asked.

“This place is full of the type of guys who would have bounties on their heads. If a Mandalorian walked in, they’d all shit their pants and run. And then the ladies would be out of business.” She stopped at a small door at the side of the building, this one not even having a sign. Just a small entrance whose door matched the color of the sign at the front of the building. “I’m honestly surprised you’ve never been here for a bounty before.”

“How do you know this place?” Din asked.

“Used to work here.” She muttered, the distinct sound of bitterness winding around her words. Din didn’t have anything else to ask but he wouldn’t have even if he had a moment to before she opened the door and walked in, Din following her movements.

They had walked straight into a kitchen that looked empty and showed no signs that it had been used. Din had to guess the place had been a restaurant before it had been converted into whatever it was now. The sound was muffled, but he could hear music coming from what must of been the main area of the building. The bass of it was loud and pounding, the kind of music that typically gave Din a migraine and was a good indication that this was not his type of place. He saw a small door leading from the kitchen to the main room, only a small window giving the smallest view into it. He couldn’t see much except that the building was dark besides fluorescent lights and what appeared to be a stage in the center of it.

Bullet didn’t walk through the door, instead walking over to a bell that sat on one of the countertops. She hit it three times in quick succession and then walked over to the fridge that sat in the corner of the room, peering into it before deciding to grab a bottle of spotchka from it.

The door in the kitchen opened and Din’s hand flew to his blaster, just to find a scantily clad woman to enter the room and let out a small squeak as she saw the Mandalorian. “Calm down, dude.” Bullet exclaimed, looking over at him with annoyance as she saw the blaster clasped in his hand. She rolled her eyes before looking over to the woman.

“What the fuck, Bullet? You bringing Mandalorians around just for them to aim blasters at me?” The woman said in a high, pitchy voice, one Din couldn’t tell was her natural voice or due to fear. She finally stepped further into the room to stand besides Bullet, grabbing the bottle from her and taking a big gulp from it while her hands shook slightly. Din put the blaster back on his side, feeling an inkling of guilt for pulling a blaster on the woman. But he always had to be on edge, prepared.

“Don’t worry, Kira. This wasn’t my idea. Karga made me partner up again.” Bullet responded and the woman laughed, all fears seeming to dissipate with it as she looked between the two in disbelief.

“Oh shit. Does he know what happened to the last one?” She said through laughter.

“Yeah.” Bullet said, grabbing the bottle from the woman and taking a big gulp from it as well. “So far he isn’t a pervert like that one though.”

“Did I not teach you a thing? All men are perverts.” The woman, Kira, spared Din a glance and gave him an awkward smile. “No offense.”

Din just let out a small sigh and looked back at Bullet. She was now propped against a counter, harboring the bottle of spotchka. For the first time since she had joined Din, she seemed relaxed. Her shoulders weren’t held back as much, her body seemed rid of tension, and she had a small little smile on her face that wasn’t overwhelmingly big but seemed genuine. He didn’t know anything about her but she clearly knew this woman and trusted her.

“I need your help.” Bullet finally said and Kira redirected her attention back on her.

“Of course you do. Let me guess: another bounty?”

“Yep. A big one.” Bullet responded with a greedy grin.

“We’ll help you out. I need you to deal with a problem while you are here anyways.” Kira said, pulling herself up to sit on the counter.

“What is it this time?”

“This ass keeps coming in her, requesting dances with the girls, threatening everybody, and then not paying at all.”

Bullet let out a dark chuckle, shaking her head. “He doesn’t know how it works here?”

“Nope. He is new around these parts. Thinks he is hot shit cause he is from Coruscant. Clearly doesn’t know people around here don’t care if you come from a big city.” As soon as Kira finished speaking, Bullet’s head whipped over to look at Din. She gave him a knowing look, a grin still spread across her lips, but a bit of fire consumed her eyes. Kira seemed to recognize the meaning of it, giving the two of them a sly smile. “This is your guy?”

“Yes.” Din responded.

“Now we know our guy is dumb, running around telling people he is from Coruscant.” Bullet said, directing the statement towards Din. He nodded back, feeling relieved at the bit of information from Kira. If this guy was running around trying to brag about where he was from, he was an idiot not used to hiding and being subtle. Made him an easier catch for the two of them.

“Makes sense someone would want him. He is a real tool.” Kira added.

“Is Lu here today?” Bullet asked, now turning her back to Din and looking at Kira.

“Yeah. I actually think she is being pestered by the creep right now.”

“Bring her in here. I need her help.” Bullet said, throwing another sip back before placing the bottle on the counter. She shrugged the jacket off her shoulders, revealing some of her skin as she tossed it on the counter as well. Din looked over her, taking note of the small scars and scrapes that littered her skin. Those were the accessories of any bounty hunter, especially one who got down and dirty. He himself also had skin littered with the small markings of the profession. He took his gaze away from her skin, now looking at her face as she she leaned back against the counter.

Kira let out a loud laugh and looked down at Bullet with a sparkle in her eyes and a knowing look. “Are we sure that’s a good idea?” The woman tilted her head towards Din and Bullet looked back at him. It took her a moment before realization spread on her face and she let out a chuckle of her own, her face breaking out into a big grin.

Din looked back at the two women who both looked at him and felt uncomfortable with the attention. “What?”

“Let’s just say our friend Lu is fond of Mandalorians.” Kira teased before slipping off the counter and towards the door. “Let me get her.”

“What does that mean?” Din asked Bullet who still was smirking.

“Oh, she just has a thing for the helmets and the silent, brooding type.” She threw him a wink and Din let out a grunt. The first time Din finally saw this woman crack a genuine, full smile and laugh at something, only for it to be at his own expense. He suddenly grew very flustered and annoyed, wanting to just barge into the building. grab the man, and leave.

They stood in silence for just a few more moments before a smaller woman walked in, her hair pulled into intricate braids and a big smile beaming on her face. She didn’t seem to notice Din, her bright eyes landing on Bullet and widening. “Bullet, about time you show your face around here!”

She made her way over to the woman, giving her a giant hug that seemed to asphyxiate the woman. She didn’t embrace the smaller female, just bringing a hand to pat at her back as her head leaned away from the hug. “Good to see you, Lu.”

“Oh man, I am so glad you are here. What is up?” Lu exclaimed emphatically, throwing her hands up in a very theatrical manner. She turned around, moving to sit on the counter when her eyes landed on Din and she froze. Her smile dropped, except for one corner of her lips that remained quirked up. “Please tell me this guy has something to do with why you’re here.”

Bullet chuckled, clasping a hand on the womans shoulder forcefully, making her stumble a little. But her eyes still remained on Din and she batted her eyelashes a little. Din cleared his throat, suddenly wanting the ground to swallow him whole at the way she was looking at him. He turned his helmet to look at Bullet who just chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t bring a Mandalorian for you to marry.”

“We are here for a bounty.” Din added, wanting to make it clear he was only here for that and nothing else.

Instead the womans eyes widened and she looked over at Bullet with flushed cheeks. “Why tease me with a Mandalorian whose voice sounds like that!”

Din immediately regretted speaking, feeling his face heat up under the helmet even more than it had from the temperature of the planet. Bullet shook her head. “Karga gave me a partner for this bounty. Speaking of which,” Din let out a sigh of relief, thankful for the change in conversation “I need your help.”

“Which one is it?” Lu asked, immediately switching gears and seeming to understand what Bullet needed immediately. Din tilted his helmet, wanting to know more information about what Lu would be doing but also wanting to not speak.

“The one from Coruscant.”

Lu let out a groan, her body sagging as disgust rippled through her. “That sick pervert was just trying to rub up on me.”

Bullet grabbed her jacket from the counter, reaching into the inner pocket of it and pulling out a small satchel. She tossed it over to Lu, who grabbed it. “I think this will make up for it.”

“I’d do it for free, for you, but I guess I won’t say no to some compensation for my services.” Lu jokingly said, giving Bullet a small smile that indicated she wasn’t upset with her. “Give me a few minutes.”

The woman bounced out of the room, giving Din one more fleeting glance before walking through the door. The Mandalorian suddenly let out some air he didn’t know he was holding in and looked over at Bullet. “What is she doing?”

“Don’t worry. She has helped me with this kind of stuff before.” the woman said nonchalantly, giving him a plain expression.

“Has she helped you with bounties worth this much?” Din asked, placing his hands on his hips. He didn’t like being out of the loop.

“Listen, all she is going to do is bring this guy to a room we can sneak into and then tie him to a chair.”

Din’s jaw dropped within the helmet and he looked at the woman in astonishment, not that she could see. “What?”

She must of heard the concern in his voice but she brushed it off, just seeming exasperated by it. “I’ve trained all these girls on how to defend and protect themselves. Need to with a job like this. Lu is the best. She has done this before quite a few times.”

“I can handle this.” Din sternly said, hearing his voice get deeper.

“I’m sure you could. You would barge into that room, grab the dude by the throat, and stuff him into your carbonite freezers. But then all these customers would run off, tell their friends that this place is harboring bounty hunters, and all my girls would be out of jobs.”

Din bit his tongue. She was right. That was usually how he did things because it usually worked. He didn’t feel the need to be sly or make things harder than they had to be. He liked to just get in and out, using his brute strength and cunning mind to get his bounties. But this woman didn’t do things like that, at least not in this case. “Why do you care about this place?”

“Sappy reason is cause I’ve known these girls for years. Logical reason is cause I own the place.”

Din paused. “You own this place?”

“Yeah. Bought it a little while ago.” She shrugged, as if the information she had revealed wasn’t of any importance or interest. Like it was just something everybody did.

Din hated to admit it, but he continually found himself impressed by the woman standing before him. She was hard and rough around the edges, and seemed to barely have a nice bone in her body. But Din didn’t mind that, honestly saw those qualities within himself. He had no false allusions that he was any better than her when it came to his personality. But her work ethic and the way her mind worked was something else, downright impressive he might say. He had only gotten a glimpse at how she played but it was smart, tactile, and she was proving to be very accurate in many of her assumptions. Adding that she owned a place like this only made her more interesting. “Most women don’t own places like this.”

Din didn’t even know why he was talking to her. This was unlike him. He was the type to stand by silently and make people uncomfortable with his lack of verbal communication. But the statement had spilled from his lips before he had a chance to think it over. He half expected her to ignore him but she gave a small shrug. “Yeah. Usually. The person who ran this place before was a man, same one who was around when I worked here. But he stole from all the ladies and was a overall piece of shit. So I took over.”

She didn’t explain how she took over but Din felt he understood the message. He didn’t need her to say it out loud to understand that she hadn’t just bought this place in a peaceful business transaction. But Din didn’t mind. If what she said was true, which it most likely was considering the type of folks who ran places like these, then the women who worked here were probably for the better. The two he had seen had embraced Bullet with wide smiles and seemed to trust her.

Din looked over at Bullet, who now was playing with a loose string on her jacket with her nimble fingers, not looking at him. It gave him the opportunity to look her over. She was rough, no doubt about that. Not in the way men would typically say a woman was rough looking. Din didn’t mean it in any offensive or derogatory way. She just looked like a woman who could take care of business, get her hands dirty, and didn’t dwell away from the tougher things in life. The scar that ran across her face told him she had a story of her own, probably not one of happiness. Her toughened expression that seemed to always be on her face perfectly encaptured the wall she had up around her. Din couldn’t help but to wonder if she would think similarity about his own face if he could see it. A lot of Dins own qualities could be seen in her, and if he wondered if he had the kind of face that reflected that.

Suddenly, Din was hit with the bizarre thought of her working here. The two woman he had seen alone had appeared to be very unlike her. Nothing wrong with them. They were both beautiful in their own ways. But very different from Bullet. He couldn’t imagine her in an outfit like theirs with her hair and makeup done up. He didn’t want to intrude and ask but he felt compelled to. “You used to... work here?”

He didn’t need to fully explain his question for her to understand what he was getting at. “Bartender.” was all she replied with before chuckling to herself. “I wasn’t pretty enough or nice enough to be one of the girls.”

Din only nodded in response, refraining from speaking any more.

It only was a couple more moments before Kira popped her head through the door and both Din and Bullets heads whipped over to look at her. “You can head up. Lu has it under control.”

Bullet gave her nod before the woman walked off. She strolled over to the opposite side of the kitchen, walking to what Din originally thought was a pantry only to realize it was a small, narrow stairway. Before she began to climb up it, she turned around and looked at the Mandalorian who stood closely behind her. “I know you want to go in there and tie him up and leave, right?” Din only nodded. “Just give me a few minutes with him before we do that, okay?”

Din paused. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like waiting or giving his bounties the time of day. They didn’t need to do so. They had him secured already. Din felt like he hadn’t even done a job and this might of been the easiest credits he’s ever made. Part of him felt thoroughly dissatisfied and wanted to quell the thirst for the hunt by barging into the room and dragging the man away as he yelled. But he saw her eyes. Saw the way that she appeared to be for the first time asking permission. Din realized this was perhaps a little more personal for her. This man was not only in her territory, but disrespecting it. Looking back on it, Din should of said no and stormed past her into the room and frozen him in some carbonite. But instead he gave her a short nod which she returned before making her way up the stairs.

The stairway led to a small door at the top which she pushed open slowly, looking into the hallway it led into and stepping out once she realized the coast was clear. She quickly but quietly made her way to a door at the end of it, knocking two times quickly as her head continued to whip around. Din also looked around, making sure no one was walking up.

“Come in honey.” A voice called out and Bullet opened the door, shuffling it and closing it just as Din walked through it. He looked around at the room and was impressed by the cleanliness and environment. The building looked like nothing special on the outside. But this room was painted a nice warm color, with a collection of elegant looking furniture in it, including a sofa which Lu was sat on. It took Din a moment to take everything in before his eyes landed on the main attraction: the man sat in a chair in the middle of the room, tied back and with a cloth over his mouth. As soon as the man saw Din, his eyes widened and he started to whine as loudly as he could, but it was muffled and relatively quiet. Immediately, Din saw how he looked like a creep just as the girls had kept calling him. His face was covered in a thick sheen of oil, hair that was equally as shinny was slicked back in what Din guessed the man thought was a good look, but very much wasn’t. The only good part of his look was the clothes he wore, which looked expensive and made out of finer fabrics than most wore.

“Watch out before you take the gag off. He is a talker.” Lu warned, about to step out of the room but Bullet held her hand up, indicating for the woman to stay. Even though she was doing so to Lu, her eyes remained trained on the man before her and Din once again saw that fire in her eyes blaze. It was primal and dominant and she looked like a predator staring down at her prey.

She gave the man a good look up and down as he continued to whine, his line of vision now landing on her. Fear was already apparent in his eyes but when he saw her it seemed to grow even more. Bullet gave a small nod, as if she had finished assessing the situation and come up with a course of action.

“I’m going to take your gag off. If you scream or yell, I’ll break your jaw.” The sounds the man made ceased to exist after Bullets threat. He gave a small nod and she walked over to him, yanking the cloth off aggressively.

“Please don’t kill me.” The man begged and Din rolled his eyes. He was used to this. Used to the begging and pleading. This was just the usual soundtrack of his life now.

“Do you have credits on you?” Bullet asked, ignoring his pleading. Dins eyebrow quirked up but he kept his helmet aimed steadily at the man, not showing that he didn’t know where this was leading.

A fire seemed to grow in the man as his face twisted in annoyance. “I’m not giving you my money.” He hissed.

“I actually don’t think that money is yours. Hence the bounty on your head for stealing them.” The man rolled his eyes in response but his cockiness seemed to subside a little as Bullet bent down, now eye level with him. “Now answer me. Do you have credits on your right now or did you walk into here empty handed?”

“I’m not telling you shit.” The man spat and Bullet stood straight up. “Who are you anyways?”

Bullet looked over at Din and nodded. “Show him the fob.”

Din dug the fob out of his pocket, which now blinked in a rapid succession. “Shit.” The man muttered, his concerns now being confirmed with the appearance of the fob. Din pushed it back into his pocket.

“Now, your friends want you alive. Lucky you. But before we turn you in, you are ours.” Bullet said, her head moving to look at Din who simply nodded in agreement.

“I’m not telling you a thing.” The man hissed once again and Bullet let out a grunt. She turned to look at Din.

“Do me a favor?” She asked and Din only nodded. “Please punch him in the face.”

Din paused before giving a slight nod, walking over and lifting his fist up. Before he had the chance to bring it down, the man let out a whimper. “Fine! Fine! What do you want?”

Din kept his fist raised but looked back at Bullet, who gave him a small nod that gestured he could move back. He dropped his fist and back away slightly. “Do you have credits on you?” she repeated for a third time.

The man now slowly nodded, seeming like he wanted to hold out from giving up their location. “In my pocket of my jacket...”

Bullet walked over, digging her hands into his jacket and pulling out a hearty satchel. She looked over at Lu and tossed it over to her. “This is your payment for these girls who you neglected to pay for their work.” Bullet said to the man who let out a grunt, clearly annoyed with being forced to pay. Bullet gave a nod to Lu. “Make sure all the girls who had to deal with these creep get their fair share.”

“Yes ma’am. It was good seeing you, Bullet.” Lu said, giving her a soft smile. She looked over at Din one final time and gave him a wink. “And I hope to see you again.”

The woman slipped through the door, now leaving the two bounty hunters alone with the man who now looked even more nervous than before. Sweat now began to drip down his face and his clothes became patchy in areas with the moisture. Bullet turned to Din. “You can go wild now.”

Din was ready to grab him and drag him away when the man began to plead. “No! No! Please, I’ll do whatever you want!”

Din ignored him, accustomed to it. He had been doing the job for long enough that he had heard almost of it. He had been offered credits, free labor, even sexual favors from men and women alike. But he had never taken the bait. It was against the Creed he swore. He was here for a job that required him to follow the rules and bring him back in one peace. So instead of even giving his pleading the time of day, Din began to untie the rope around his arms only to cuff him right after. Bullet seemed to follow his lead, ignoring the man until a certain offer fell from his lips. “I have all the credits in my room at the inn I’m staying! I’ll pay you!”

Din continued to ignore him, honestly think Bullet would do the same but he froze when she looked over at the man and propped her hands on her hips. “How much?”

The Mandalorian froze, his helmet tilting to look up at her but she either didn’t notice or neglected to acknowledge it. What was she doing?

“I have two-hundred thousand credits. I can give you some. Pay you more than they are willing to.” The man offered, relief seeming to wash over him just the most minuscule amount, sensing that Bullet was intrigued.

“How much?”

Din interrupted before the man had the chance to speak, rising from where he had been kneeling. His hands clasped on tightly to the man as he finally pulled him up from the chair. Din was ready to go. He didn’t want to deal with this and didn’t know what she was doing. “Bullet, no.”

Once again, the woman spared him not even a glance as she kept eye contact with the bounty. “How much?” she repeated and Din let out a loud sigh, clearly expressing how upset he was.

“Twenty thousand. Each.” The man offered.

“Not interested. Let’s go, Bullet.” Din said, his helmet tilting down at her as he began to drag the man towards the door, whose feet were dragging along.

“Speak for yourself, Mando.” The woman spoke.

“Dank farrik. What are you doing?” Din hissed, feeling his heart begin to thud. Anger was coursing through his body. He didn’t sign up for this. He should have ran in the opposite direction of Bullet, never taken a job with her.

“Can’t tell me twenty thousand credits doesn’t sound appealing.”

“This is not part of the job.” Din nearly yelled. He usually was a well tempered man, exceptionally patient. If he ever got too annoyed with someone, it was usually a bounty whom he just froze in carbonite to shut up. He usually didn’t see red and feel his body heat up. But Bullet was pushing him and she was teetering on a dangerous line from him having even the smallest amount of respect for her from him wanting to freeze her in carbonite himself.

“Don’t worry.” Bullet said but Din let out a grunt.

“We need to turn him in.” He insisted.

“If we say it was a false lead and he could be anywhere, it is fine.” Din couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Maybe it was silly considering he had know this woman for only a day now, and had barely uttered a word that wasn’t purely work related to her, but he didn’t see this coming. She didn’t seem like the type to entertain an idea so stupid. A plan so risky. She obviously valued credits but letting this man go for some more? It seemed ridiculous to Din, though he supposed people didn’t stupid things when it came to credits.

“I’m not doing that.” Din countered but she brushed him off.

“Shut up, Mando.” She finally looked up at him, making contact with his T-Visor and Din felt himself suck in a breath when she made direct eye contact. He felt like she could see through the helmet and to him. She gave him the smallest, almost undetectable nod and a knowing look in her eye. Din didn’t know how he understand, but he immediately did. She had something else planned. He still didn’t know if she was actually considering his offer, but she wasn’t revealing her true intentions to anyone, nonetheless to the man stood between the two bounty hunters. “Twenty thousand credits?”

“Yes! Of course!” A sick smile began to creep on the man’s face as he started to get a taste of the freedom he was bargaining for.

Bullet nodded slowly, looking to Din. “Take off the cuffs.”

“Bullet, I am not-”

“Do it or I’ll do it.” Bullet sternly said. Din let out a loud sigh. He couldn’t do this. This was against everything in his very nature. This was wrong. But even with all the thoughts running through his head, he took off the cuffs. Because he deep down wanted to see what her plan was. She nodded at him when the mans arms dropped and he began to cradle his own wrists. She looked back at him. “If you try to run away or do anything besides take us to your room, I will aim my blaster at that stupid head of yours and pull the trigger, you understand?”

The man nervously looked back at Bullet as her hand ghosted over the blaster on her hip, his eyes following their way to it and he nodded quickly. “Yes. Of course.”

“Good.”

Din couldn’t help it. He grabbed Bullet’s arm and pulled her to the side of the room where they could keep a close eye on him but hopefully speak quietly without him hearing. He hovered over her, watching as she looked up at him plainly. “What are you doing?” he spat, trying to whisper as best as he could through the modulator.

“I’ve got a plan.” she whispered back, not offering any more details.

“You said we would come in here and grab him and go.”

“Maker, Mando. It’s fine.” She said, seeming like she didn’t understand where his frustration was coming from.

“No, it’s not. You have made every decision so far but this is one I am not willing to go along with.”

Bullet paused and looked straight into his visor. “Then go back to the ship and I’ll meet you there in a little while.”

Din paused. Maybe that was the best option. Maybe he should go to the ship and wait for her. Or hell, maybe just leave her behind. Leave behind all the stuff she was stirring up and let her deal with the consequences. Go to Karga and tell him it wouldn’t work out and to never give him a partner again. Go on with his life and ignore this hunt which was becoming a disaster. It was probably for the best.

But he couldn’t. He needed to know what her plan was. If he didn’t follow her, he would always wonder and he didn’t know why the thought of that was bothering him so much but it was. He desperately wanted to know her intentions. “I’m coming with you.”

Bullet nodded slowly, seeming fine with him coming along or going off to the ship. She leaned into him slowly, her voice dropping even lower as she whispered so quietly he swore he wouldn’t have been able to hear if it weren’t for how his helmet could pick up sound. “You will get your bounty in the end. We needed to find the credits anyways so I promise you, this will work out. Just...trust me.”

Din didn’t know this woman. He knew more than he did yesterday but the amount of knowledge he had about her was so limited. He still didn’t know what kind of person she was or what kind of morals and standards she held for herself and others. For all he knew, he was falling for this genuine response and would be caught in the jaws of defeat once she revealed her true intentions. She could be planning Maker knows what. But as he looked at her face, all he could see was a more reckless version of himself for some reason. So he nodded slowly, an action which was reciprocated by her.

He turned around and looked down at the man, who had been watching them intently but seemed to hear nothing they had spoken about. “Everything good?”

Bullet looked at him and scowled. “Another rule: don’t talk unless I tell you to.”

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The room that the man was staying seemed to be more consistent with the rest of Tatooine. It was a shady little place, with rooms that reeked of drugs, spotchka, and sex. This place bared more resemblance of places where bounties usually hid out than Oppa’s had. As the man led them forwards in a dingy little hallway, Din saw various, unidentified stains litter the carpets and walls of the establishment. He figured the man could afford better, but this place probably didn’t require he present identification or even his name. The perfect hide out place for a man who was wanted.

The man finally paused at a room, digging a card from his pocket that he held up. A beep rang out into the hallway as the door creaked open and Bullet pushed past the man and walked in. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed and Din walked in after her.

He immediately saw the reasoning for her reaction. The room was filthy, even more so than he suspected the room had already been. Bottle upon bottle of liquor was discarded around every space in the room, along with wrappers and half eaten foods tossed about. The bed was stripped down, the sheets and covers balled up in a corner. The room had a potent smell to it, one that Din couldn’t identify but repulsed him. “What the fuck did you do in here?” Bullet yelled, looking at the man who looked rather embarrassed by her reaction.

“Drank, ate, sleep, brought some company over...” He muttered, looking away from her burning gaze.

“Maker. This is disgusting. Show us where the credits are so we can leave.” Bullet demanded.

The man rushed over to the bed, beginning to flip over the mattress. The man seemed to struggle but Din and Bullet made no move to help him. They both just watched as he took several moments to finally flip it over completely. That was when Din saw the big cut in it. The man pulled it back, to reveal bag upon bag of credits. Din couldn’t help but to the look over at Bullet’s reaction, whose eyes had widened. He had never seen that many credits in person and he assumed neither had she. “Told you I had them.”

He looked back to find the man happily smiling. “How many is in each bag?” Bullet asked.

“Ten thousand.”

“And this is all of it?” Din asked.

“I mean, I spent some on a few things. Food. Drink. Gambling. Probably about five thousand. And then the money you gave the girls today was probably another five thousand.” The man explained.

Bullet nodded and Din looked over at her. This was the time where he would finally found out what ulterior motive she had. Was she going to grab a couple bags and leave this man be? “So, we get two bags each and then you are good?”

“Yes! Thank you!” The man responded triumphantly, the grin only becoming bigger on his face.

Bullet nodded. “One more thing though.”

“Of course. What?”

Bullet didn’t speak but Din saw her hand flash to her side and whip her blaster out. The man didn’t have a moment to scream before she pulled the trigger, causing him to drop dead immediately. The room fell silent as Din looked over at the man on the ground. “What was that?”

Bullet shrugged, looking over at Din. “There is your bounty.”

“He was supposed to be alive.”

Bullet rolled her eyes. “C’mon. I’ll come up with an excuse. Say there was no other option.”

“You don’t think they will be suspicious since you have a habit of killing people.” Din spat, feeling anger fill him. He should of left her behind. He should of stormed off to the Crest when he had a chance.

“Oh, please! They were going to kill him anyways. All they really cared about were the credits! Which we have now!” Bullet yelled back, her own face twisting into anger. “I don’t know why you are so upset.”

“This was not the job.” Din sternly said, stepping towards her. But she took no notice, not seeming intimidated in the slightest.

“You are telling me you’ve never killed a bounty before when they were supposed to be alive?” Bullet asked plainly.

“Yes, if I had to!” Din hated how upset he was getting. He was always calm and collected but something about Bullet pushed his buttons and her doing this really just got to him. He didn’t know why he was allowing it or why he cared, but he did and it made him even more flustered.

“Well, I had to. He messed with my girls and it doesn’t really matter.” Bullet hissed. She turned over, looking back around the room and finding a duffel bag in the corner. She emptied the contents of it and put it on the bed, beginning to fill it up. “C’mon. Let’s do this.”

Din walked over, grabbing at one of the bags of credits and dumping it into the bag. Each bag was heavy and large, each ringing with the sound of credits clanging together. Nineteen bags in all should of been there since the bounty had used one up. But when Din put the last bag in, he looked over to find it short of one.

“We are short.” Din looked up to Bullet to see her holding one of the bags at her side. His eyes darkened as he straightened up. “Bullet, what are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it.” she huffed, pulling the bag closer to her.

“You can’t steal credits. They will put a bounty on your head next.”

“They won’t find out. We will say he spent it and they will believe it.” Bullet explained, giving him a plain expression.

“You want me to lie for you so you can be a little richer.” Din said and Bullet scoffed.

“Get off your high horse, Mando. You’ve never done something you aren’t supposed to do?”

“I follow the rules. I get the bounties and turn them in.”

“Well, good for you. You are such a good boy.” Bullet spat.

“Don’t-”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Bullet hissed, looking up at him. “The credits aren’t for me.”

“Who are they for?”

Bullet ignored him, closing the zipper of the bag and pushing it towards Din to carry. “Let’s get these to the Crest.”

“What about the body?” Din asked.

“I’ve got him.”

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Once Din froze the body in carbonite and all the credits had been stored away, he began to stomp towards the cockpit. He was in a foul mood and he wanted to get to Nevarro as soon as possible. He wanted to be done with this and rid himself of Bullet. She may have been competent but he didn’t like the way things were being done in the slightest. And this was why he didn’t work with people. They only made things a hassle and a pain, even more than life already was.

“Wait.” Bullet called out.

He had nearly forgotten she was there. Ever since they left the shady hotel, she hadn’t said a word and let him take the lead from there. Din had been grateful for the silence, worried that if she said a word he would snap at her. But hearing her finally speak caused him to let out a grunt and turn to her slowly. “What?”

“I need to stop somewhere. Before we go.”

Din shook his head. “You can come back on your own time. We have the bounty. Let’s go.”

Bullet let out a huff. He could see how she was annoyed but appeared to be trying to hold it back. He wondered if she was doing that for her own sake or for his. “C’mon. It will be quick. It’s really close by.”

“What is it?” Din asked. He had no intentions of stopping but he would at least entertain the notion if it sounded like something necessary.

“I just got to drop the credits off somewhere.”

Din let out another grunt, his helmet tilting at her. It was probably better she got rid of the credits now, instead of leaving them to possibly be found by Karga. Din considered trying to convince her to not take them, but he knew it would be fruitless considering how stubborn she had already proved to be. “Where? Oppa’s?”

She shook her head. “No. It’s only like a two minute walk away. I’ll be back in no time.”

Din froze. He could say no, maybe risk her getting caught with the credits once they returned to Nevarro. And while the idea just slightly made him smile, he knew that what would result from her being caught would be more than a slap on the wrist. “Fine. But I am coming with you.”

“Shouldn’t you stay on the ship? All the credits are here.” Bullet asked.

“No one saw us. I’ll just lock the ship and it will only be a few minutes. Anyways, I don’t-” Din froze, stopping himself mid sentence.

Bullet’s eyebrow quirked up slightly. “You don’t trust me.” she said, giving him a small nod. She didn’t seem annoyed by it or angered by it. She actually seemed to understand.

Instead of saying anything else, she began to walk down the ramp of the Crest. Din followed closely behind, closing the door to the ship briefly before catching up to her. At this point, it was well into evening, the double suns beginning to skirt the horizon as a deep orange bloomed in the sky. Din took note of it, taking a second to look and appreciate it before he continued to follow the woman.

She hadn’t lied. The place was only a couple minute walk away, and Din didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it earlier. It was a bigger building but looked run down, even more so than things on Tatooine usually looked due to the sand and sun. Outside of it, a group of small children played in the sand, chasing each other and causing fits of giggles to pop out of their mouths. Bullet froze before they got to close to it, looking back at Din. “Just stay here please.”

Din felt a bit of shock course through him. He hadn’t heard her say please once. It seemed like a word so unfit for a woman like her. A woman who demanded, not pleaded. But he heard her say the word and saw the way her face had softened considerably. Din gave her a short nod and she turned, beginning to walk towards the building.

The children looked up, seeing her and began to run over. Din couldn’t hear much but saw the way they all reached up for a hug and shouted gleefully. Din tilted his helmet. He couldn’t imagine the woman he had been working with being good with kids, nor liking them for the matter. But he watched as she gave each of them an individual hug, crouching down to talk to them for a moment before a woman walked out of the building. Bullet rose, looking over at her and talking for a minute. Din watched as she handed her a bag and he recognized it as the pouch of credits. She hadn’t lied. It really wasn’t for her.

The woman threw her hands around Bullet, giving her a tight hug before she pulled away. She called something out, resulting in the kids rushing inside. Bullet gave one final nod before walking away, back towards where Din stood, studying her. Once she made her way in front of him, she gave him a small nod. “Thanks.”

Din nodded and began to turn away. He had no plans to make conversation but he wanted to know what that place was. Why she was handing over ten thousand credits to them. “What was that place?”

Bullet stayed silent for a minute and Din worried she wouldn’t respond, that he had possibly crossed an unspoken line set in the sand. “An orphanage.”

Din looked over at her, but she kept her eyes trained in front of her. He shook his head, not asking any more questions. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt a strange inkling of respect for her. She hadn’t lied about not keeping the money. In fact, she had given it to something that needed it far more than either of them did.

And while Din didn’t agree with breaking the rules, nor taking the money for themselves, he couldn’t help but to think the money would be much better in the hands of an orphanage that needed it rather than a bunch of men from Coruscant that were already richer that one could even fathom. Once they made it into the ship, Bullet paused and looked back at Din. He couldn’t read her expression when she stared at him. Instead of saying anything, she just began to take off her blasters and her knife, handing them over to Din.

The Mandalorian froze, just looking down at the weapons but making no attempt to take them. Bullet let out a sigh and pushed her hands towards them more. “I am going to sleep. Take them.”

Din looked up at her. She did look exhausted. “Why?”

“I trust you won’t kill me in the middle of the night. Maybe that’s dumb but I have a feeling.” Bullet said, shrugging lamely as her hands remained held out. “And you don’t trust me so... here.”

Din tilted his helmet at her. He began to walk away, leaving her hands outstretched but not taking the weapons from them. “Keep them.” He made it to the ladder that led to the cockpit, sparing her one last glance. “Just sleep down here.”

Bullet’s hands still held the weapons but she looked up at him with a curious expression. She didn’t ask why he hadn’t taken them, which Din was grateful for because he didn’t even understood why he hadn’t done so. She had offered willingly but it felt wrong to do so.

Instead of saying anything, she gave a small nod and dropped down to the ground, leaning against a stack of crates.

Din looked away, traveling into the cockpit and punched in the coordinates for Nevarro.

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When the Razor Crest landed on Nevarro and the two bounty hunters made their way down the ramp, they were met with the smiling face of Greef Karga. He held his hands out as he saw the two, looking triumphant like he himself had caught the bounty. “Glad to see you are both here!”

“Yeah. We didn’t kill each other.” Bullet said. Din couldn’t tell if there was a hint of sarcasm or if she was being literal, but either way it made him smirk a little.

“That was impressively fast. Everything go smoothly?”

“The credits are short. He spent about twenty thousand of them on liquor, gambling, and woman so...” Bullet trailed off.

Din held his breath, looking over at Karga would let out a small sigh. “Yeah. The client expected that. No worries, I am sure they will be happy you got the rest of them.”

Bullet slowly looked over at Din and to the naked eye her expression would make no sense. But he could see the small glint in her eye, telling him ‘I told you so’. Instead of saying anything, Din just turned back to Karga as Bullet began speaking again. “Oh, and he is dead.”

Karga now froze, his smile dropping from his face completely as he looked back and forth between the two. “He was supposed to be alive.”

“I know but complications arose.” Bullet tried to justify but for the first time, Din saw Karga roll his eyes and look at her in annoyance. Din couldn’t think of one time he had seen the man look angered, but he understood. Bullet seemed to do that to people.

“Dammit, Bullet. You can’t keep doing this. I can’t save your ass every time.” Karga hissed at her, sparing no attention to Din. Din watched Bullet’s expression drop slightly.

“It couldn’t be avoided.” Bullet countered but Karga shook his head.

“I don’t believe it.” Karga said.

“I killed him.” Din said, shocking himself as well as Karga and Bullet, whose heads both whipped over to look at him. Bullet raised her eyebrow just slightly.

“You killed him?” Karga asked, a bit of disbelief written on his face

“He was attacking Bullet. There was no other option.”

Karga froze before nodding his head. “Okay. Fine.” Somebody caught Karga’s attention and he walked to them, leaving the two alone.

Bullet put her arms over her chest, looking up at Din. “Why did you do that?”

Upon thinking about it, Din had no clue why he did it. He means, he knew Karga would believe him more than her considering her track record. Wouldn’t be upset with her and she wouldn’t face any repercussions. But Din didn’t know why he cared whether or not she did. He could of shrugged it off, disregarding it because he had no plans to see her ever again. But saying it was him felt like the right thing to do. Instead of explaining all of that though, Din just shrugged and looked away from her to watch the people who began grabbing the bounty and credits from his ship.

“Thank you.” Bullet said, giving him a softer look than she ever had before.

Din cleared his throat, looking away from her. “You may want to stop killing your bounties, though.”

“Duly noted.” Bullet responded and this time Din could definitely hear a hint of sarcasm.

They stayed standing in silence until Karga returned. “Okay, your awards have been delivered directly to your ships.”

“Good.” Bullet said and Din nodded in agreement.

Karga looked between the two, a small smile forming. “How did working together go?”

“Fine.” The two both said at the same.

Karga let out a chuckle. “You two are very similar. Was curious how it would work out.”

Bullet shrugged. “Yeah, yeah. It was great. Thanks for setting us up.” she muttered, seeming to revert back to how she normally was. “Give me some bounties.”

Karga looked at her in slight shock. “I just gave you my biggest bounty.”

“And I did it. Hence needing more bounties.” Bullet responded plainly.

Karga let out a sigh. “Maybe you could take a break.”

“Funny joke.” Bullet plainly said, no hint of a smile or laughter on her face. “C’mon, big boy. Give me them.”

Karga rolled his eyes and looked over at Din. “I assume you will want some too?”

Din only nodded and Karga reached into his pocket. “Don’t know how you two do this. Y’know, taking breaks is actually healthy.”

Bullet scoffed. “Screw off. We are your best hunters. Wouldn’t last a week without us.”

She held her hand out as Karga dropped three fobs into them, doing the same to Din next. “I only have three for each of you. And I am not giving you more when you just got a very generous bounty.”

“Fine.” Bullet said.

“Okay.” Din nodded, looking down at the three fobs in his hands.

“I’ve got some business to attend to. You two have a good time.” Karga said, giving them one last grin before walking off.

Bullet and Din both stood side by side for a moment. Din was the first to move, stepping back and giving her a short nod. “Goodbye.”

Bullet gave him a small nod as he made his way towards the ramp of his ship. He had nearly made it all the way in when he heard the woman call out for him. “Hey, Mando!”

He turned around slowly, looking at her as she gave him a small grin. “What?”

“You are a good bounty hunter.” Din didn’t know what to say, standing still as she continued. “So am I. How about some friendly competition?”

Din froze. He didn’t do competitions, especially with people. It wasn’t his thing because it required communicating with them and interacting with them. He also never felt the need to prove anything. So he wasn’t one for ‘friendly’ competition. But as he saw the woman smile up at him, a slight glimmer in her eyes, he was intrigued. And he hated how she always seemed to make him feel that way but so far, she had proven to be interesting at every turn. And maybe after all, Din needed just a little bit of excitement in his life. “What is it?”

“We both have three bounties. Whoever gets all three in quickest gets a portion of the loser’s winnings.”

Din considered the idea. He had always gotten his bounties in quickly, but also on his own accord. He never rushed to try to get them in fastest or worried about someone else doing better than him. It wasn’t his way. But maybe, just maybe... he could do it this once.

He probably should of asked her why she wanted to do it. Because for him, he didn’t really care about the credits he could possibly win. And if it wasn’t about bounties, that meant it was either for the thrill of competition or because he wasn’t opposed to the idea of seeing her again, if only to just rub in her face that he could win. But why had she offered it? Just for bounties or did she also not mind the prospect of crossing paths with the Mandalorian once again? Instead of inquiring as to why, Din gave a sharp nod and her grin grew even bigger.

“Well then, good luck.” she said teasingly.

“Good luck.” Din said but Bullet let out a chuckle.

“Oh, I am not the one who needs it here.” Din didn’t have a chance to retort before she began to jog away, giving him a wink before she disappeared.

Din closed the door to the Crest, leaning his back against it for a moment and taking in a breath. He didn’t know what he was doing. It all felt like uncharted territory. And he hated to admit it, but it was just the tiniest bit exciting.

Din marched up to the cockpit, slipping into his seat and punching in the coordinates of his first bounty.

He hadn’t even realized it, but for the first time in a while, Din felt a little excited.

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hyuniebaby · 4 years ago

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Focus (3)

Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N x Junmyeon

Genre: a little smut

AU: College student! Baekhyun, Professor! Junmyeon AU, college!au

Warning: masturbation

A/N: This part isn’t as important as the previous part. I just wanted to introduce some of the friends of baek and oc. There’s not much happening, just their friends teasing them. This part also mentions that Baekhyun can’t get oc out of his mind 🤪

Baekhyun is a big flirt but he does NOT sleep around. He likes stability. He likes people who are constantly there. So when he woke up after sleeping with you, he didn’t know what to do.

His previous experiences allowed him to stay in bed until his partner wakes up, but you two weren’t in a relationship. Wouldn’t it be too awkward if you woke up cuddled to him? Is he supposed to be a one night stand? He didn’t want to be a one night stand though. Sex with you was mindblowing. He would even dare say it was the best sex of his life.

Baekhyun also dislikes awkward situations. When he’s with his friends usually when something awkward happens, he’d be the first to break the ice. But in this case it was different. Yes, he flirts with you most of the time you’d cross paths but he doesn’t really know you well enough. It was all flirting and no getting-to-know-each-other-deeply. Will you be mad if he left? Will you freak out if he stays? He doesn’t know! It was driving him insane.

But still, he doesn’t like awkward situations so he opts to leave before you wake up. He doesn’t want to be a jerk and just go out and leave though. He wanted to remain friends with you because he’s going to have to spend a whole semester with you. With this in mind, he grabs a pen and paper and writes a note for you quickly, afraid that you’d catch him doing this. If you do, this situation will be more awkward.

When he’s done with the note, he places it on your bedside table. Then he grabs his clothes and quickly wears them. He spares a glance at you before he reaches the door. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful. As if a spell was casted on him, he walks back to your bed and places a kiss on your forehead. And then he leaves.

When he reaches his dorm, he was surprised his roommate, Jongdae was still awake. After all, it was three in the morning. Jongdae squints his eyes on him. “Where have you been?”

“Uhh... I... uh...” Baekhyun doesn’t know how to answer. He scratches the back of his head while he tries to come up with an excuse.

“Nevermind. Tell me about it tomorrow when you’ve gathered your mind.” Jongdae dismisses him. Baekhyun sighs with relief. He goes to his room and lies on his bed. Still tired from the activities that happened, he falls asleep with you in his mind.

Baekhyun dreams of you. He dreams of you sucking him off in his car. Your mouth choking on his dick while you massage his balls. You sucked him off until he came and swallowed all his cum.

He wakes up with a jolt and realized he had a wet dream about you. He stares at the clock and realizes it was already noon, good thing he doesn’t have classes today. He stands up and showers. Thoughts of you still running in his mind. His body instantly reacting to the thoughts of you. As if his body has a mind of its own, he reaches for his member and strokes it.

You were naked and on all fours. You were so wet for him. Baekhyun inserts two of his fingers at once in your pussy. You moan out his name. Once you were fully prepared for him, he slams his dick inside you. He fucks you hard and fast, the bed creaking as he does so. His hands go to your tits, pinching your hard nipples. One of his hands then travels to your clit while the other continues to play with your boob. You were both nearing your climax. You tell him to cum in you. His thrusts go impossibly faster after you say that. After a few thrusts, your walls clench on his shaft. You felt so good.

He moans out your name as he releases. You were driving him crazy. How was he supposed to face you after he masturbated at the thought of you?

When he finished cleaning and dressing himself up, he goes out of his room to grab something to eat.

“The prince has finally woken up,” Jongdae loudly says.

Baekhyun ignores him. He grabs some ramen from the cupboard and starts heating up some water.

Jongdae takes this opportunity to talk to Baekhyun.

“So, what happened last night?”

Baekhyun sighs, he knows Jongdae won’t leave him alone if he doesn’t start talking.

“Last night, you looked...” Jongdae’s eyes widened at the realization, “I know! I know! You got laid!” He exclaims.

Baekhyun nods in confirmation.

“Wait... You have a new girlfriend?”

“No!”

“But you don’t sleep around!”

“I know! That’s why I don’t know what to do in these situations!”

“You’re too pure,” Jongdae coos.

“Fuck off.”

“So who’s the girl?”

“I’m not sure if you know her. You don’t really interact with sophomores.”

Jongdae gives him a look that screams “So what?”

“She’s Y/N.”

“Y/N? As in Y/L/N Y/N? The one with friends who are always dressed to kill? I’ve worked with her before, we trained together for some Chemistry quiz bee or whatever.”

“She was in your quiz bee team?!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jongdae casually says. “But isn’t she too... plain for you?” Jongdae knows Baekhyun’s type. He’s been his friend since high school so he’s basically met every single one of Baekhyun’s past lovers. He knows that Baekhyun adores pretty women. Pretty, sexy, slim. Modelesque.

In Jongdae’s eyes, you were very timid. Smart, timid, simple. He has only ever seen you talk so much whenever you’re with your friends. You don’t even talk unless spoken to. You would never make the first move. Could it be? Could it be that Baekhyun made the first move?

“She’s cute okay!” Baekhyun pouts.

“Fine, fine. Geez. So how was it?” Jongdae moves his eyebrows up and down.

“Fuck off Jongdick.” He turns around to continue making his ramen.

Jongdae laughs out loud at Baekhyun’s lame attempt to insult him.

“Guess I’ll find out myself.” He teases.

Baekhyun has never whipped his head so quickly at a statement. “Don’t you dare!”

Jongdae raises his hands as if surrendering, trying to look serious but failing to wipe the smile off his face. It was either (a) the sex you and Baekhyun shared was amazing or (b) Baekhyun’s getting so whipped about you but he’s oblivious about it, Jongdae thought, but he doesn’t say anything.

He lets Baekhyun be, trying to come up with a plan to approach you. He’s free the whole day after all.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You wake up with a jolt, body feeling sore from yesterday’s activities. The first thing you looked at was your clock. It was 9:00 AM. FUCK, your classes starts at 9:30. You’re going to be late! The ride to your college takes up 20 minutes so you only have 10 minutes to prepare. As much as you wanted to skip shower, you can’t, you were sweaty and sticky. You already know your day is going to go wrong, great, just great.

You try to walk to the bathroom as fast as you can, as fast as anyone can move when their body especially the nether regions is sore. You opt to wear a skirt today, not wanting to go through the pain in wearing jeans. You grab a sweatshirt and put on your shoes and dash outside your house. Disoriented because you were running late, you didn’t even notice the note Baekhyun left on your table.

You ran so fast after paying for the cab, people gave you weird looks. You didn’t care though, afraid you’d get scolded by your professor in Analytical Chemistry. He was old and very strict about time. When someone comes in late, he “targets” them the whole day, asking questions that were far advanced than what should be discussed. It was scary and you don’t need scary today.

You opened the door forcefully and all eyes looked at you. Thank god, your professor wasn’t there yet! You release a breath of relief and sat towards your usual place. Your friends immediately facing you.

“I forgot to set my alarm!” You instantly said before they could ask. It was amusing to them, you were never late.

“It’s okay to be late you know,” Seulgi says.

“And be Mr. Jung’s target? No thanks! I’d rather die.”

Your friends laughed at your exaggeration.

“Look who decided to skip the jeans and finally wear a skirt to class,” Mina notes as she sits beside you. She came in a few minutes after you. She woke up late too but she lives just around the block so she looks a lot less haggard than you did. “You only wear skirts outside the classrom. You look better in it, you should do it more often.”

Before you could respond, all of a sudden Joohyun gasps and your group of friends look at her. “Is that a hickey?” she whisper-yelled while pointing at your neck. All your friends whip their heads to look at you.

Your hands immediately went to cover your neck. “It’s a mosquito bite!”

Of course no one believed your excuse. If you were them, you wouldn’t too. They bombarded you with questions. “Who did it?”, “How was it?”, “Home run?” You were flustered. As if on cue, your professor enters the room. Your friends immediately stopped talking and faced Mr. Jung but not before giving you a look that says “Tell us all about it later.”

You know there was no winning with them. They would tease you all day until you caved in. So you half listened to Mr. Jung’s lecture and half thought of how to tell your friends about it without telling them it was Baekhyun who you slept with.

You didn’t want to dwell so much on Baekhyun because, well, he left before you woke up. And although he had no obligation to stay, you considered him as a friend. And friends talk, right? Just to be clear on how they move forward after that...

You know your friends are crazy about Baekhyun, but quite frankly, they are crazy about all guys who have amazing bodies and stunning smiles like Kim Jongin, Park Chanyeol, even your professors Mr. Kim Junmyeon and Mr. Kim Minseok. You aren’t as vocal as they are but you have to admit, these men have a way of making you feel giddy just by looking at them. If your friends were to know you did it with Baekhyun, they’d be so jealous but they wouldn’t mind. They‘d be supportive. Boys are just boys anyway.

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duhragonball · 4 years ago

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Yamcha if you're still doing the character meme?

I am still doing these, and I’m enjoying it, so keep ‘em coming. Before I start, let me promote the original post, in case anyone else wants to start their own thing. I’d link to the OP, but I guess they deleted this from their blog, probably because their notifications went nuts.

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them: Let’s be honest, Yamcha doesn’t get a lot of big “hero moments” in Dragon Ball. Or Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT, or Dragon Ball Su-- Look, you get the idea. In most arcs, he’s the first one to get benched. In tournaments, he always loses in the first round. He spent the King Piccolo Saga recovering from a broken leg. Against the Saiyans, he was the first one to die. Against the Androids, he was nearly killed and had to sit out the rest of that arc. In the Buu Sagas he was retired. In a number of major storylines, he just isn’t there, because no one called him.

But he remains a fixture in the franchise anyway, because he’s always showing up for more. Let’s take the Buu Saga as an example. It didn’t surprise me to find out he had retired, mainly from a dramatic standpoint. There’s a lot of new characters in the Buu arc, and it made sense for some of the older characters to step aside and make room for them. But he’s still there, because he wants to see Goku one last time, and he wants to hang out with his friends and watch some of them kick the crap out of each other. It was kind of sad to see him stay behind while the others rushed off to follow the Supreme Kai, but he’s retired, after all. Also, they didn’t stop to fill him in on what was happening. I suspect he might have tagged along if they asked.

As it was, he still ended up getting involved, and he was with the Dragon Team right up until Super Buu cornered them on the Lookout. And the next time we see him, he’s on the Grand Kai Planet with Krillin, and King Kai seriously considers sending them in to take on Buu in case Goku and Vegeta can’t get the job done.

And that’s a big deal, because it even comes up in the anime. King Kai tells them that he arranged for them to keep their bodies as a precaution, but he’s totally in favor of letting them remain on the Grand Kai Planet with all of the other honored warriors, like Goku. So you start with this desert bandit, a highwayman without a highway, probably because he’s afraid of all the women that use the interstate. But he gradually overcomes his fears and insecurities, never completely, but just enough to put one foot in front of the other and become a better man. And finally he ends up receiving a place among the great heroes of old.

So why doesn’t that get more attention? You could make a whole epic story out of that, except it’s not Yamcha’s story. He’s a supporting character. So the franchise itself tends to play it down. Even Yamcha doesn’t really take it all that seriously. I don’t know if that’s modesty or cluelessness or Big Himbo Energy or what, but that’s why it’s so easy for everyone to write him off as a loser or a failure. They’re overlooking the bigger picture.

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The best way to illustrate this is with this TFS short that serves as an epilogue to their DBZ Abridged series. Yamcha goes back to playing baseball for the Taitans, only to get fired, because he’s so talented that he’s literally broken the game, and no one buys tickets anymore. But he gets a gigantic severance package, and he still goes down in history as the greatest ballplayer in history. What always gets to me is that they have to explain to him that this is actually a win. As his coach puts it, “you do nothing but win.”

Like Yamcha himself, we often see him from the lens of these insane Dragon Ball adventures, where you have to have glowy hair and a hot cyborg wife to be considered a success. But to the rest of the world, he’s a jacked up millionaire with fantastic hair, and he’s a real sweetheart. Who couldn’t like this dude?

Why I don’t: As you may have noticed, I tend to only use this section to talk about why I disliked the characters initially. I have to think back to 1999 when I was still having trouble keeping track of who’s who. In particular, I found Yamcha’s presence frustrating because he looked and dressed almost exactly like Goku, but not quite, which seemed bizarre. Later, I picked up on the context, and it didn’t bother me as much.

Yamcha does have a bit of an overconfident streak in some situations, which might look like unfounded arrogance, but I think it’s really just his carefree nature and enthusiastic can-do spirit. He was confident about their chances against the Saiyans, but I don’t think that was him being cocky. He just knew they had all trained hard and he was stronger than he’d ever been. But that’s easy for people to jump on as a reason to hate the guy.

Future Trunks claimed that he fooled around while he was involved with Bulma, but come on. Does anyone really buy that? Besides, at best, that would only apply to Future Yamcha, the one who died in the other timeline. Once Trunks changed the past, all bets were off.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I’m gonna get a little nuts here and go with TFS’s playthrough of Legacy of Goku I, where they decided to level up Yamcha and have him solo Broly.

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Basically, in an RPG game like this, Wolf Fang Fist can do monster damage, so they maxed out Yamcha’s stats to wreck the game’s hidden superboss. You have to skip to 1:40:00 or so to see the successful attempt, but I loved this video. This is where I learned to respect the utterance of “Roga... fufuken!” Broly probably would have respected it, too, except he died from all those hits he took.

Favorite season/movie: You know, that fight with Tien was a classic. Not sure it’s in my top ten, but it’s on a lot of people’s lists, and I absolutely get that.

Dumb as it may sound, I enjoyed seeing Yamcha in the hospital, wrestling with his own despair as he recuperated from his broken leg. And when he shows up at the end to congratulate Tien and accepts Tien’s apology, well, like I said, Yamcha has this great character arc, but it’s easy to overlook with everything else that goes on.

Favorite line: I forget which game it was in, maybe Budokai 3, but one of his pre-fight taunts is “Watch this, Puar! I’m gonna win!”, which always makes me think of Puar sitting just off-camera, watching the action from a little lawn chair.

Favorite outfit:

I may take some heat for this, but I like the Androids/Cell Saga version of Yamcha, with the short, spiky hair. This dude’s long, luxurious rockstar ‘do is a national treasure, sure, but I dig this look more.

Also, I consider Yamcha to be the only guy from the Turtle School who pulls off the slippers and no-blue-undershirt look. It looks off when I see it on Krillin and Goku, but with Yamcha it just feels right.

OTP: This guy gets shipped with a lot of people, probably because he’s one of the major characters without an established love interest. Folks still carry a torch for Bulma, some people ship him with Tien, Frieza hit on him in FighterZ, and I’m still trying to make sense of that. He flirts with your character in the Xenoverse games. Years ago, I considered doing something with that, but I’ve fleshed out my OC enough to where I don’t think that fits.

At the end of the day, I can only see Yamcha getting together with @cozymochi ‘s OC, Marzi.

Brotp: Tien, Krillin, Goku. Hell, I always figured Yamcha was one of the few people Vegeta could get along with to some extent.

I mean, Tien couldn’t stand to be one the same planet as Vegeta, but Yamcha keeps coming over to have hot dogs at Bulma’s place, long after the Namekians have left.

Head Canon: He’s Luffa’s type, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t see any room in my fic for a whirlwind courtship. The stars just don’t align.

Unpopular opinion: I’m not really behind this notion that they should give the humans more stuff to do in future series. When it comes to supporting characters, sometimes they get phased out, and there’s no point in phasing them back in unless there’s a compelling story idea for them.

I think it’s dumb how they teased Yamcha in the Tournament of Power prelude, only to leave him out of the tournament itself. On the other hand, they put Tien on the team and barely used him, which tells me that even if they’d put Yamcha on the team, it wouldn’t have amounted to anything.

I get it, people love these characters and want to see them used more, but I’d rather have one strong Yamcha story than a hundred non-starters. And at this point, I think the only thing anyone can do is rely on fan-created content. Be the change you want to see in the world.

A wish: Crap, it’s after ten pm. I dunno, I wish Marzi was canon.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I feel like the character’s already been through worse than I could come up with for him.

5 words to best describe them: Cat loves food, yeah yeah yeah. That’s six, but who cares?

My nickname for them: Yeah, I don’t have one.

#ask duhragonball #dragon ball #yamcha #yamucha #Anonymous

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ddixons-angel · 5 years ago

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Fated: Season 3

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: I can’t believe there’s only two more chapters left of Season 3! Like I said before, I’m most likely going to go back to posting once a week once we hit Season 5, unless you guys want me to keep going with twice a week? Let me know~~ Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 9

The next day after Andrea had visited the prison, offering to set up a meeting with the Governor, Rick took Michonne and Carl out on a run. He had mentioned the night previously after Andrea had left that they needed to stock up supplies, more specifically weapons, for when the Governor attacks. Glenn, Hershel, Beth, and Judith were in the cell block while Maggie and Carol were both on watch. Daryl was outside having a smoke on the picnic table outside as Merle was lounging about in the connecting hallway of Cell Block D; Maggie and Glenn didn’t want Merle always hanging around outside their block so Rick and Daryl agreed to move him to another cell block. Gloria was at the kitchen area washing some dishes from lunch. As she put the last dish away to dry, she wipes her hands on a cloth before hanging it over the sink. She’s about to walk back to the cell block when she hears a whistle emitting from where Merle was. Gloria rolls her eyes as she looks over to the man who was already looking at her through the gate.

“What?” she says, not amused.

“Listen, I jus’ wanna talk.” Merle tells her, he raises up his arms to show her that he’s not being hostile, “no tricks or nothin’.”

Gloria ponders for a moment before nodding and follows his lead to his own cell block. She knows that Merle can’t beat her in a fight, injured or not, Merle still only has one hand and Gloria was able to beat him up when he still had two. Plus, she had her daggers on her.

Once in the cell block, Merle lets out a sigh and turns around to face Gloria but is met with her fist. He stumbles back at the punch, not at all expecting it. Before he’s able to shout for her to stop, she knees him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“That was for beating up Glenn and taking Maggie to the Governor!” Gloria seethes in anger, she then strikes his back with her elbow then pushes him to the ground.

Merle groans in pain, “an’ what was that for?!”

“All the times you pissed me off.” Gloria huffs then leans on the wall, crossing her arms as she looks at him.

Instead of being angry, Merle laughs at her answer then sits on the ground, leaning back on his hands and pauses a bit before he starts talking, “‘M sorry. For what I did to your brother and that farmer girl. But I do have to let ya know, if it weren’t for me, Glenn’d be dead.”

Gloria rolls her eyes and scoffs at his words, “Do you actually think I’m going to believe that you saved Glenn by beating him up? You were going to execute them! You think I’m stupid?!”

“If it were anyone else, Glenn’d be dead. They woulda killed him, I jus’ dragged it out! Had to make it look realistic or they’d jus’ shoot him straight up!” Merle defends and Gloria eyes him, not knowing whether to believe him or not, seeing this, he sighs, “look, I didn’ want Glenn to die ‘cause o’ what ya did for me on the roof. Ya stayed. Even if it was for Daryl, ya still stayed.”

Gloria’s face softens at his words, hearing the sincerity behind them, “you still threw a walker at Glenn...”

“Come on, I knew he could take it! Kid’s a ninja!” Merle exclaims causing Gloria to scoff.

“Ninjas are Japanese, Merle.” Gloria corrects him.

Merle rolls his eyes at that, “hey I’m tryin’ ‘ere, a’right? Gimme a break.”

Gloria chuckles then lets out a breath, “is this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, “I wanted to talk to ya about Daryl.”

Gloria frowns, confused. Why would he want to talk to her about his brother? She looks at him, Merle’s expression unreadable but serious as he looks back at her.

“My baby brother,” he starts, “he cares a lot ‘bout ya. I know jus’ by the way he looks at ya, I’ve never seen that look in his eye before, not wit’ anyone. But you, you’re the reason he came back to this prison.”

Gloria ponders his words, “he... did he tell you that?”

“Hell nah! He’d never admit that shit!” Merle chuckles, covering up for Daryl, “but he didn’ need to, I jus’ know, I raised him after all!”

A sense of guilt raises inside Gloria, she doesn’t know what to think. A few days ago, she had yelled at Daryl for leaving, saying that he didn’t care at all about her or the group. Sure, they were words of anger but Gloria was trying to convince herself rather than him as a sense of protection in case he ever left without a word again. Now, Merle was here vouching for Daryl, telling her that he cares a lot about her in particular.

“Jus’... take it easy on my brother, a’right?” Merle says with a heavy sigh, “he ain’ good with words an’ ain’ ever been good at relationships, hell, he doesn’ even know the love of a parent... but he’s tryin’, ya know? He’s tryin’ for you.”

Gloria looks up at him, a thoughtful look on her face, “why are you telling me all this?”

“‘Cause you’re the only broad I can see worthy o’ takin’ care o’ my brother. Ya sure can pack hell of a punch, and if ya can keep ol’ Merle in check, ya definitely can keep Daryl in check.” Merle says with a genuine smile.

Gloria’s about to respond but both of their attention is taken away from each other as they hear quick paced footsteps emitting from the hallway. They turn their heads to look at the door and Daryl and Glenn emerge with worry written on both their faces. However, their look of worry is soon replaced by looks of confusion as they survey the scene in front of them. Gloria was leaning on the wall, unscathed, while Merle was sitting on the ground with a split lip and bloody nose. Glenn and Daryl glance at each other, communicating without words on who won the fight. Daryl makes his way over to help Merle up as Glenn goes over to Gloria who pushes herself off the wall.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Glenn says, his tone full of disapproval.

“Getting revenge for you.” Gloria shrugs then follows Glenn back to their cell block.

Daryl pulls Merle up to his feet and gives him a onceover, “she beat ya up again?” he asks, trying to hide a look of amusement.

“Ya got one hell of a woman there, little brother.” Merle chuckles as he watches the blush creep up on Daryl’s face, he then places his hand on Daryl’s shoulder, making the younger look at him, “she’ll come around, and when she does, ya hold on to her. She’s a keeper, that one!”

Wanting to hide his embarrassment, Daryl scoffs and pushes Merle’s arm off him, “shut up.”

Merle laughs as he watches Daryl walk out of the cell block back to his own. He shakes his head at how flustered the younger man can get. Smiling to himself, Merle retreats to one of the many cells and rests.

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The next day, Rick, Daryl, and Hershel had left the prison to meet with the Governor for possible negotiations. When Rick had come back from his run with Carl and Michonne, he had brought back a full artillery of weapons to fight the Governor. Andrea had told them that they were to meet up at noon the following day, but for precautions and to scope out the area, the three of them had left in the morning. Gloria and Carol were on watch together on the watch platform leaving everyone else back in either the cell block or main area.

“How’s your shoulder?” Carol asks, giving Gloria a smile.

“It’s good,” Gloria glances over at her bandaged shoulder then back at Carol, also with a smile, “doesn’t hurt anymore, so I’d say it’s healing well.”

“What about things with Daryl? Are they also healing well?” Carol asks, curious while also giving Gloria a knowing look.

Gloria blushes slightly at the question then looks away into the courtyard, “I had a chat with Merle about Daryl yesterday. He says that Daryl... he really cares about me and that I’m the reason he came back.”

“Do you believe him?” Carol questions, more for Gloria than her own curiosity.

“I don’t know... I mean, he didn’t sound like he was lying but...” Gloria lets out a sigh and looks down.

“It’s okay, give it time. I don’t think you should give up on Daryl, people and feelings are all we truly have these days. And what you have with Daryl is special,” Carol puts her hand on Gloria’s shoulder as Gloria nods, “have you forgiven him yet?”

“Honestly? I don’t even know.” Gloria purses her lips, “whenever I think about how he just left, I still feel mad, but I am glad he’s back. I’m happy he’s back with us. I just don’t know when I’ll stop being mad at him for leaving.”

Carol nods, understanding and gives Gloria’s shoulder a light pat but before she can say anything in reply, a gunshot sounds from the direction of the cell block. Both women glance at each other, exchanging looks of worry before bolting off to the cell block. Once they open the door to the prison to the main area outside of their cell block, they see Beth holding a gun aimed to the ceiling and Merle on the ground wrestling with Glenn.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Gloria shouts, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Merle wants to intrude on the meeting with the Governor,” Maggie explains while glaring at Merle, “but Glenn isn’t letting him go.”

Gloria sighs and goes down the steps, “Merle, get off of Glenn, now!”

Merle, who is still pinning Glenn down on the ground, glances up at Gloria then back at Glenn and pushes himself off the ground, freeing her brother. He takes a few steps back from the other man as Glenn gets up as well, both men eyeing each other.

“All o’ ya say ya wanna beat the damn Governor, but ya ain’t doin’ shit to beat him! We know where he is! We can ambush him and kill him there!” Merle shouts.

“Merle, you know that puts Daryl and the others in danger too, right?” Gloria asks rhetorically.

“And them three goin’ doesn’ put ‘em in danger? How do we know that the Governor didn’t bring his entire army to this meetin’?” Merle yells back, his worry evident in his voice.

“You’re right, we don’t know that. But what you’re suggesting is too big a risk to take.” Gloria takes another step down on the steps so that she’s level with the others, “think about it, Merle. Regardless of whether the Governor took his entire army, if they have a lookout and catch us trying to ambush them, Daryl, Rick, and Hershel are still with the Governor. They could turn it into a hostage situation and it puts them in even more danger. You may not care about Rick or Hershel, but I know you care about Daryl and you want to look out for him, but wanting to ambush the Governor does the complete opposite of that.”

“Yeah, that’s what we’ve all been trying to tell him but he just doesn’t get it with that thick skull of his.” Glenn says, still glaring at Merle.

His words provoke Merle as he growls, lunging at Glenn but only to be stopped as Gloria unsheathes one of her daggers and presses it to Merle’s throat, making him freeze in place.

“Keep moving and see what happens.” Gloria challenges him.

Merle glares at her but moves back, he can’t help but admit to himself that he’s quite impressed with how badass Gloria is. Still huffing in anger, he backs off from Glenn and the others.

He then looks at Gloria, “I didn’ wanna cause trouble, like ya said, I only wanted to help Daryl.”

“You can help him by shutting up and waiting for them to come back.” Gloria says as she puts her dagger back into its sheath then turns to Glenn, “and no more bitter retorts from you either.”

Glenn crosses his arms and huffs, not saying anything else as he knows he was guilty of provoking Merle. He lets out another breath before making his way to the door and going outside to get some air. Merle goes to the hallway connecting his cell block to the main area and sits along the wall. Gloria looks over at Carol and they both sigh, glad that the damage of the altercation was somewhat minimal to say the least.

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Next Chapter

A lot of Merle in this chapter hehe so yeah I might have grown a soft spot for Merle, at first I hated him but after rewatching the show over, I grew to like him, in his own twisted way, he does care for Daryl! That and he’s also Mary Poppins hahaha sorry there wasn’t many Gloria Daryl moments, but I needed this chapter, what did you think of Merle’s interacts with Gloria though?? Let me know!!!

I hope everyone stays safe and healthy, please don’t panic, we will get through this!

And as always, I would really appreciate any comments left for me! I’ll be replying to any comments in a new post because this is a sideblog!

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yuukannahito98 · 4 years ago

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Upload New Fanfic for Emi's fans in AO3!!

as what I have been promise for, I will make a new fanfic which take the event after vol 21 ended! But like i said, this fanfic wasn't for maouemi fans cuz even though there will be maouemi scene at it, the story really not made for someone who want see Emi ended with Maou (because this fic was taken after vol 21, and you know how I hate Maou vol 21 version, even Alas=ramus dislike him in that vol, so...yeah). Thus fanfic just dedicated for Emi's fans who didn't like with the ending where Emi and Alas-ramus doesn't get their happiness in the real series, or if you want to see Chiho suffer and Maou jealous. And, this fanfic will also bring a problem between Shepira Earth and Shepira Ente Isla as the plot.

If you guys still interested with this fanfic, you guys could read about the characters and the summary for this fic below of ‘keep reading’ first! Or you can just click the link here if you want to read this fanfic immediately! Enjoy!

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/26650105/chapters/64991062

Summary

Coinciding when vol 21 ended, Emi's daily life with her daughter, Alas=ramus, become a little different after Alas=ramus entered her first class as Kindergarten Student! The Yesod, who saw a loneliness in her Mama's eyes tried to fill the emptiness in her mother's heart.

However, the presence of a stranger who turns out to be related to their real identity appears! Is it their enemy? Or is it their friend?

At the same time, the problems between Shepira from Earth and Shepira from Ente Isla start to collide, making the Hero have to face various dangers and problems that suddenly arise! Will the child succeed in completing her mission to make her Mama happy? When the person who Alas=ramus thought would never interfere, instead become a great opponent she had to deal with!

This is the story about how The Hero and her daughter could find their own happiness and justice!!

Characters Introduction

(please not, I wasn’t the original illustration for this fanart, so if you find the face is similar with a certain character that because I took it from pinterest then I photoshop, edited, colored, and remake it so it looks like character which I want.)

Main Female Character:

Emi Yusa: 23 years old in Japan (21 years old in real)

Gender: Female

Race: Half Angel Half human

Power: Having Daath, and Yesod within her power and become the strongest human in universe (according to Daath)

Job: Currently a share holder of Café with Sadao Maou

Living: In Apartment Villa Sasazuka with her children

Personality: always on guard with people she hasn't known for too long yet. Warm and caring to those she cared about, but sometimes strict if that comes for her children benefits. Always thinking about other people rather than herself (I honestly confused if I should put this in weakness or not). Have a strong responsibility to protect and consider everyone feelings or safety. It's hard to showing her real feelings to someone, because of that she often referred to as a tsundere type. Due to the strict and tough past, combined with all the responsibilities she now bears, it made Emi look more a lady and more mature compared to other normal girls of the same age as her. Have a high sense of justice and are always wise in certain circumstances.

Weaknesses: have emotions that sometimes change and are weak. Even though Emi herself often hides it. Because she has been a Hero since she was a child, Emi can't act selfish at all (one of her personality which I honestly dislike from her) Very weak to romantic things because of that, she often blushes easily

Like: Rillakkuma and Alas=ramus

Dislike: illogical things, and when people do something injustice

Main Male Character

Timmy Goldman (in Japanese, can be written as Timi and I will use this version in the story as well): 26 Years old (*I put a wrong number in his picture tho lol

Gender: Male

Race: Second Generation Shepira Earth of Kether

Power: Have a similar ability with Kether (his father) but weaker compared with him. His eyes will glow if he activates his power, and sometimes he will also emit a mist around him like Amane, but the difference is that Amane has a black mist, Timi has a golden mist. (I will leave his power just like this, until we reach a certain chapter)

Job: running a marine ship family business in Hawaii and America (description from vol 12)

Living: even though he comes from a rich family, he does not have a permanent home because he is always busy with work (and since he found it was unnecessary to have home) But he has apartments in various cities and countries, and will occasionally visit his father's villa on holidays in Hawaii or if it was an orders.

Personality: never shows his original expression. He only often uses his smile on his face. Manipulative and good at negotiating. Even though he is always smiling, but he has a cold aura and is difficult to approach. he always easy to approaching women, because of his sweet and calm demeanor, but until now he have never considered in any relationship. Although he often hides it, Timmy often misses his mother who died. Very protective when it concerns the feelings of any children. He got the nickname Manipulative Prince in his company and between Shepira Earth Family because of his calm and cool characteristic like a prince, but still expertly able to tease the other or play with people's feelings without destroying his cool image.

Weaknesses: Dislikes mistakes. and is sometimes too serious in the job or task given. Just treating emotions or feelings as one of the tools that can be used or manipulated, that's why never considering other feelings if that will lead into some mistake or if that unnecessary. (I already write his dark past as well regarding this, but we will get it on certain chapter in the future)

Like: Coffe, and following the schedule.

Dislike: Mistakes. But he hates people who selfish the most.

Mentioned in Vol 12

Second Main Male Character

Sadao Maou: 24 years old in Japan (Um, since he became a human, does anyone know whether he should be branded as a newborn or what?)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Power:…Uh, let's call he have a strength and spirit compared with the other guy.

Job: CEO at his Café with Emi

Personality: when it comes to his own feelings he always quiet. Always try his best to fulfill his obligations in matters of his child. Hard worker. Does not like something that is not logical, still does not really understand things about romantic affair.

Weaknesses: Cannot act decisively. Sometimes hesitant to make decisions. If something is useless or of no urgency, he will delay the job. Bad at managing money.

Like: Movie, and All food which tasty

Dislike: Illogical things and debt

Main Support Character

Alas=Ramus: 4 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Shepira Yesod from Ente Isla

Power: Having an ability and strength as a Yesod

Study: Currently at Yochien (Kindergarten) first year

Personality: Always smiling and cheerful. Very fond to her family especially her mother. She can be very protective when it comes to her mother and sometimes understands adult feelings better and is always honest with everyone. Enjoy discovering and doing new things. Want to be a hero like Emi.

Weakness: when it comes to her mother, she can be very protective and even attack anyone who hurts her mother's feelings. Sometimes it's still too innocent and speak out frankly. Still unable to manage the malfunction she has because she lives outside Ente Isla

Like: Rillakkuma, courn soup, and her Mama

Dislike: Everything or everyone who hurt her family.

Other Support Character

Goldman: 48/50 years (100 years in fact)

Gender: Male

Race: Kether from earth (Timi's father)

Power: as the first shepira who is nicknamed by The Crown; which therefore refers to things that are above the mind's abilities of comprehension, Kether is able to read, control and manipulate thoughts, even the minds of other shepiras. as the highest Sefirah, is situated about the intellectual triad and is designated as “superconscious.” Keter is infinite source, a state of being, the field of possibility. It is the ultimate unseen reality, that's why can created any type of barrier (like Sariel, Geburah, or even Angel). Color gold represents purification, conductivity and malleability. Can easily moving around the world or to make a gate. also have an ability to change his appearance.

Job: Running and leader of the Shepira Company family on Earth

Personality:He can be really quiet or can be so expressive. He is never serious in responding to a problem, unless he really need to do so. Can easily read other people's attitudes. Rarely uses his strength for a battle. Can be very affectionate if he see cute animals or baby. Very fond and protective to his shepira family

Weaknesses: will not hesitate to kill if it is needed without feeling guilty if there are enemies who harm the family or especially his son. Never differentiate between good or evil plans. For him all ways to accomplish the goals are the same.

Mentioned in vol 12

Other Support Character

Yamanaka Kozo = 55 years

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Power: Martial arts, swordsmen, and very strong.

Personality: flat and smart in making decisions. He rarely speaks but is very wise and good at reading the situation. Knowing the existence of shepira on earth. One of the confidants and even the entire Shepira family

Job: Timi's right hand man. Has been a butler to his young master when Timi was just born

He was the only OC which I made lol

Other Support Character

Harianak: 28 Years (appeared in vol 12, I will make his illustration next time lol)

Gender: Male

Race: Second Generation of Shepira Chochmah from earth

Job: Running a famous Family food company around the world

Power: Dark blue Mist can created anything.

Living: Often moves because of work, but has a place to live in Indonesia ( description from vol 12). His place of birth

Personality: always joking around and loves to tease Timi. Amane and Tim's childhood friends. Good strategy. Never serious.

Weaknesses: Always playing with women.

Mentioned in vol 12

Other Support Character

Amane: 32 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Second Generation of Shepira Binah from earth

Job: Running a beach family business

Power: Strong, can be compared with the other second generation of shepira. Dark Mist governs the energy of the underworld like a spirit (I'm not really sure about this tbh, I will check it later on vol 4)

Living: Now live and take control of Shepira from Ente Isla at Mikitti's aunt's house

Personality: always ignorant and likes to tease Timi. Childhood friend of Harianak and Tim. Easygoing. Very affectionate and protective of Shepira's family and friends

Weaknesses: If lazy or find it unnecessary, then Amane won't do anything.

The other character from this series will appear as well, such like Suzuno, Urushihara, Gabriel, Chiho, Ignora, and as well as other shepira from earth and Ente Isla. I will update it if i find how their illustration would be. But because this is important for the stories, I will also put the explanation regarding Shepira (Which I got it from internet of course)

Shepira from The Tree of Life

1 Keter (Earth=Goldman, Ente Isla= Not Born yet) is Crown, as the highest Sefirah, is situated about the intellectual triad and is designated as “superconscious.” Keter is infinite source, a state of being, the field of possibility. It is the ultimate unseen reality. Color gold represents purification, conductivity and malleability.

2 Chochmah (Earth= Harianak's father, Ente Isla= Not born yet) is Wisdom: the seed of an idea, insight, inspiration, intuition, inchoate awareness. Color blue-black represents emergence of something from no-thing.

3 Binah (Amane's father, Ente Isla= Not born yet) is Understanding: fleshing out an idea, formulating the story, fashioning the structure. Color dark red represents the “something” congealing.

4 Chesed (Earth = Uncle George, Ente Isla = Just born) is Unbounded Love: expanding ideas, enlarging the circle, empathic concern. Color blue for flow (water).

5 Gevurah (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Iron) is Strength of Boundaries: setting limits, saying no, seeking focus. Color red for definition (stop).

6 Tiferet (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Not born yet?) is Beauty: harmonizing and holding opposing energies, having compassion. Color yellow radiates light.

7 Netzach (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Not born yet?) is Victory: overcoming obstacles, orchestrating intention. Color green for power.

8 Hod is (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Not born yet?) Surrender: acknowledging what is, accepting and giving way. Color orange for restoration and hope.

9 Yesod (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Alas Ramus and Acies) is Foundation: telling or twisting your truth, testing authenticity. Color purple for growth and renewal.

10 Malchut (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Nuxe, and...I forgot) is Sovereignty the final, lowest Sefirah of the culmination of the flow from Keter through the Sefirot, from possible to actual. Malchut is what manifests or is expressed. Color brown for source-ground.

11 Da’at (Earth= Mikitti , Ente Isla = Utsushihara) is Knowing: integrating the idea, identifying with it, an intimate connection. Color gray for integration.

Okay, the reason why I put my fanfic on AO3, was because i want to add another illustration and picture within the story as to for reader can imagined the story better!

#hataraku maou sama!#Yusa Emi #alas=ramus #Justice for Emi and Alas #new fanfic #update #AO3 #vol 21 #hataraku #Emilia Justina #fanart #illustration

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thadelightfulone · 5 years ago

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The Firm - Chapter 11

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Summary: Erik has been hired to find an embezzler for an old friend. The whole gang is back at GBI, ready to fight an old enemy and save their friend.

Pairing: Erik x Black!OC

Genre: Suspense

A/N: *steps up to the mic* Hello everyone! I want to thank everyone who has supported this story. Also, to let you know that this story is coming to a close. I will be dropping a chapter each week until its conclusion.

LaNyah stares at the older women whose hair is much longer and darker than when she helped her out in the parking lot, however long ago that was. Then she looks over at Laura, who is rocking back and forth, whimpering about not wanting to die. Why would she even ask such a thing? What does Laura know about this woman that LaNyah doesn’t? How does she know her? Did Gina say before her friends arrive? Does she mean Alex, Ashley, Stacey, and Erik? LaNyah tries to hold back her smile and closes her eyes to focus on keeping calm while this lady begins her tale.

Gina sitting in the center of the couch, looks between the two stunned women. “As I was saying, this story took place almost 20 years ago. There was a decorated officer who had a loving wife and kids.” She swoons at the memory of her loving brother. “He was the leader of a special ops team until an unjust allegation was brought against him by a team member. Someone he trusted and chose to be on his squad,” Gina snarls out. “He was under investigation during his last mission, and it would have led to a court-martial.” She rushes out before waving her hands in the air like it didn’t matter, “Anyway, before that could happen, members of his team took matters into their own hands. He was brutally murdered, and someone made it to look like an enemy ambush.”

“How do you know that it wasn’t?” Laura asks from beside her.

Gina taps Laura’s upper leg, “Oh dear, it was too perfect. The killing was too clean, everyone’s story was just so– in sync. Nothing about a military death is like that unless it is a cover-up.”

“Maybe, they were trying to spare the family’s feelings, you know, like friendly fire in combat or something?” LaNyah interjected.

“SHUT UP!!!” Gina shouts, startling both Laura and LaNyah. She takes a few deep breathes and smooths out her skirt, “It was not that. My twin brother was callously killed while overseas by members of the team he built.” LaNyah and Laura share a look, and Laura starts crying all over again.

“What does that have to do with us?” LaNyah somberly asks while staring at the crying pregnant woman over Gina.

Sniffling, Laura nods at LaNyah, “Yeah, I don’t know anyone in the military.”

LaNyah looks away, putting her head down at what Laura said because she knows that is not true for her. She only knew of one person until a few weeks ago. Gina can’t mean any of them, right? She inhales sharply, unaware that Gina has been watching her intently since Laura made that last statement, a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

She looks over them, “This is my favorite part,” a full smile breaking through while Gina takes Laura’s hands in hers before continuing. “Which brings me to why you two are here. I am going after those responsible for my brother’s death.” Gina rubs the tops of her hands, “Laura, your fiancé works for one of them.”

Laura closes her eyes at this, tears still falling and mutters, “But LaNyah was supposed to be the fall guy, not Matthew.” Gina’s eyes widen at that.

“When did he tell you?”

“What? Wait, he set me up?”

LaNyah and Gina blurt out at the same time. Laura rolls her eyes at LaNyah, “I told you this was all your fault.” LaNyah opens and closes her mouth before looking over at a laughing Gina. She can’t believe it. Minding her own business and she became the ultimate pawn in someone’s game of revenge. What is her life?

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“Babe, stay here with Stacey. Let us handle this.” Alex moves to keep Ashley from coming with them. Kill is on the other side of the room, tying his combat boots while talking on the phone. Stacey is at the conference room table, pulling up floorplans to the warehouse. Alex and Kill changed into dark military fatigues in preparation for the battle zone they are entering.

“Fuck that! I already told you what I would do when it came to LaNyah.” She gets in his face, “I need to be there when you find her! So, don’t you dare try to keep me from being there!” Ashley snatches up another pair of fatigues and pushes past him towards the bathroom, slamming the door. Alex stops short as the door nearly misses hitting him.

Kill finished with his last call, turns towards him. “Green, stop.” Alex walks back over to him, “Just accept the fact that she is coming with us. You can’t stop her, and even I wouldn’t try to stop her.” Kill walks by Matt, who has been untied and snatches him up. “Come on. You got some more talking to do.”

Everyone packs into the fully loaded Chevy Suburban that one of Kill’s connects dropped off after Matt gave them the location for the warehouse where Gina is keeping the girls. Kill throws the keys to Green so he can drive. Bridges jumps into the front passenger seat. Kill drags Matt to the second row of the SUV; he is behind Green, and Matt is behind Bridges.

Once they hit the freeway headed south to San Diego, Kill turns in his seat to look at Matt. Clearing his throat; he waits until Matt’s attention is on him. Matt’s bloodshot eyes make direct contact with Kill. His petrified stare meets Kill’s murderous scowl. Bridges looks back, turning around in her seat to watch what happens between the two.

“I’m only gonna give you one chance to get this right. From the beginning, when you first met Gina and started working for her. GO!”

Matthew sputters to a start, clenching his hands into fists as they sit on his lap. “She didn’t give me all the details at first. All I know is that she was looking for someone to help her bring down Mr. Green. It was no secret that I had gone out for every single special project, and he never picked me. I know he knew who I was, and even my supervisor helped me become a lead analyst so that I would be on his radar. So, it was no love lost on my part to do something to Mr. Green for how he treated me.” Ashley sucks her teeth, “I swear I didn’t know she was after you when I first started.”

“What was her plan for GBI?” Kill asks him.

Directing his answer to Bridges, “She knew you were married to Mr. Green and figured the easiest way to get you was through him and the company. I was supposed to help her embezzle money from various accounts into her offshore accounts. Make sure all roads led back to him, showing that he was stealing from his own company leading to a prison sentence. My supervisor was her first inside man at GBI when she brought me on to begin the embezzlement, and she killed him.”

“So, Alan didn’t just quit as we all thought? Wow,” Green remarked as he listened to the conversation about Gina’s plan to take down him and GBI.

“No, his job was to find someone who had put in some time with the company and disliked you enough to make her plan a reality, then vouch for me. When that was done, so was he.” He starts to hiccup, struggling to get the next part out. “She said he served his purpose and shot him right in front of me. Not even 10 minutes after I met her.” He shudders and breaks eye contact with the group.

“What about LaNyah?” Ashley jumps in to ask. “Why her?”

Running his hand through his hair, “Convenience, I guess.” Matt shrugs and looks up at Ashley who glares at him, “It was supposed to be Stacey. Gina didn’t care who was in that position; she just needed to know that I was checking their work and would be able to change the reports and move the money. I only had been working for her about 6 months when Mr. Green hired Stacey as his assistant, causing a delay in the plan to search for a new fall guy. Once he hired LaNyah, I passed over whatever information I had to Gina, and she told me when we would start.”

Matthew explains that he only had the background check that HR completed on her. So, it contained the information that Gina would have needed to complete a deep dive of LaNyah, similar to what Kill did when he found out he would be working with her. They all knew what that meant, even if he didn’t.

With LaNyah being new and a personal hire by Green, it made her the perfect scapegoat because everything links her position and working for the company to Green. The money starts disappearing after she began working there, and no one would know because he was altering the reports after she completed her weekly data entry reconciling all the accounts her team handled.

“We started skimming money from the Scholarship account about 3 months after LaNyah joined the company. It would be believable since she needed time to learn the system before manipulating it.”

“So, she’s after Bridges and Green? Anyone else?” Kill asks Matt, wondering if he is the one who gave her the information she needed to track him down finally.

Matt’s eyes lift as he thinks about the question. “You know what, I think she might have, but I have no way of knowing. She only tells me what she feels I need to know when it matters.” He briefly pauses, inhaling deeply, “All I know was she asked me to increase the amount of money we were moving about 3 weeks ago. I told her we needed to be careful because I figured out that Mr. Stevens was here auditing the accounting department.”

“How did you know that?” Green speaks up.

“I am supposed to watch LaNyah, too, and noticed she was meeting with you often before your big trip. Then after you were gone, she was always disappearing to the 35th floor to ‘work’ with Stacey on some project. It didn’t make sense to me because she never stays in the office past 6 like the rest of us. But I do recall walking by her office one Friday afternoon, and she was on the ground surrounded by old reports, muttering to herself.” He loosens his tie, “I never thought she would double-check her work, so that could only mean that she may have figured out what was happening. If that was true, then I knew she probably went and told you,” looking at Green, “and Mr. Green must have hired you to look into it.” Kill nodded his head. “When you warned me to back off of her, I wasn’t sure if you worked for Gina. But I would only see you at GBI, so I guessed you were Mr. Green’s man.”

“When did you tell Gina about Erik?” Ashley asks through gritted teeth. He was the only one she could not find from the entire team all these years, and as soon as she finds him, LaNyah goes missing. Matt hasn’t said anything about kidnapping to make her believe that was part of her original plan. She more than likely planned for her to go to prison along with Alex, leaving Ashley by herself.

“About 3 weeks ago, when Gina called me about doubling the funds, I told her about the audit, and I gave her your name since I couldn’t find much about you on my own.” Matt removes the tie from his neck, placing it in his lap. “She screamed about something –” He jumps in his seat, “OMG, it’s you! She’s after you, too! Said something about you being the missing link.”

“Calm down, Matt.” Green rolls his eyes while watching the man panic through the rearview mirror.

“Gina has always scared me, but that call made me even more paranoid than usual. I just wanted to make sure Laura was ok. I made her go and stay with her mother in Bakersfield, 2 months ago.” Twirling the tie in his lap, “I decided to visit her after the call and walked in to find Gina sitting right next to Laura talking shop like this woman wouldn’t have all of us killed with a snap of her fingers.” Tears blur his vision, and Matt’s voice cracks, “Laura knew I was doing some illegal shit behind Mr. Green’s back, so I came clean about what she didn’t know and told her who she just met. Gina called me back that night and told me exactly how much she wanted to move the next time. A week later, I had everything in place to move more than a million from the account.”

“And it takes two weeks before the money moves from the scholarship account. That was what I saw the night before we came back home.” Green states.

Kill closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “You were right, Green, she was planning to make her move which is why we saw the major movement from the account. She wanted us to notice.” Clenching his fists by his sides, “We just didn’t know that by the time we saw it, she already had LaNyah.”

“Laura and my son,” Matt squeaks out. Everyone looks at him as he breaks down.

---

Gina moves away from Laura on the couch, focus bouncing between the two of them. This is going to be better than she thought. Laura pissed at LaNyah. LaNyah upset about what she just found out; that she is a doll in this game. And yet, she still doesn’t even know how big a part she plays. With loathing, Gina gazes at her.

Turning to the right, now fully facing LaNyah, Gina’s smile morphs. Gina’s voice laced with all the malice she could muster, “You, Miss LaNyah Cole, have a relationship with every single person on my list.” Laura gasps and shrinks back on the couch, glad she is not in her place. Now, she and the baby stand a better chance of making it out of this place alive.

Tearing up, LaNyah whispers out, “What?”

“My brother was accused of sexually assaulting the only female member on his team, Ashley Bridges.” She stands up and walks to the other side of the table, looking down at both of them. “You both would recognize her by her married name, Ashley Green.”

LaNyah squeaks out, “Ashley! What do you want with her?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, LaNyah, darling. I did not go through all this trouble for Ashley alone.”

“She wants Mr. Green, too, idiot.” Laura huffs out. LaNyah rolls her eyes at her, growing irritated by this whole situation. She didn’t ask to be put in the middle of this. But it seems everyone around her knew something that she didn’t, and that bothers her.

“You want the whole company to go down?” Gina starts slow clapping. LaNyah puts her head in her hands. Of course, she does. It is why she was the perfect patsy. Blame this on the girl who was like the daughter of the two people she held accountable for her brother’s death.

“You are a brilliant woman, Miss Cole.” She walks to her standalone chair and leans against it, “But you are missing the most important thing or person rather. The only person with the skills to kill my brother like that and clean it up so well. A man who, up until a few weeks ago, I only knew by his nickname, Killmonger.” No, no, no, please do not let it be him. LaNyah’s big, confused brown eyes meet steely grey ones, “Mr. Erik Stevens.”

The tears that she was holding back started rolling down her face. LaNyah clutched her chest with both hands while trying to stay seated in the chair. Her breathing was coming out in spurts between her loud sobs. Gina held her hand up to Laura, who was struggling to get up and go to her. She leans over and starts to rub circles into LaNyah’s back. LaNyah flinches at first but just closes her eyes to find something else to focus on to help her breathe.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s hard to find out that the man you like is a stone-cold killer.” LaNyah’s body tenses at her statement. She peeks over at Laura, who has a look of sympathy on her face as she watches LaNyah breaking down at what she learned. Gina closes her eyes as she continues to speak low, still soothing LaNyah with the circles on her back. “He hurt me, too dear. More than you could ever know.”

---

“Did she pay you well for this suicide mission?�� Kill demands harshly, Bridges and Green grimly laugh as Matt turns green. “Matthew, you know if we handed you over to her, she would kill you herself. I mean, she did kill the guy you were supposed to replace when she hired you. The money had to be exceptional, right?”

“3 times my annual salary at GBI,” he meekly responds, “and she told me I didn’t have a choice.”

“Let me guess; she threatened to kill you on the spot? Over Alan’s dead body?” Green interjects. Matt just nods his head. They all shake their heads in understanding. It was gonna be him or someone else. But Gina was gonna execute her plan regardless of how many casualties lined the path.

The mood shifts in the SUV as everyone disappears into their thoughts. Ashley is sniffling upfront, swimming in guilt for putting LaNyah in harm’s way. There was no way she knew anyone was coming for her husband or her, but still, Nyah is like her daughter. And in her haste to find LaNyah something to be in control of and help her build a career, Ashley never considered how Nyah working under her husband could lead to such a moment.

Alex looks over at Ashley and grabs her hand, kissing it. “Stop beating yourself up. You could not have known this was gonna happen. We didn’t know McCoy had a twin who would seek vengeance for his death. There is nothing that could have prepared us for any of this. We deal with it now, together as a team. Just like we always have, ok?” Ashley squeezes his hand in response, not trusting her voice at this point.

Kill looks out at the passing fields, controlling his breathing. Gina knows about LaNyah’s connection to Green and Bridges. What else could she know? If Gina is thorough enough to uncover his identity and know that he was involved compared to the rest of the team, then she knows he was the one who killed her brother. She is gunning for him specifically, but she wants to take everyone down – Bridges, who was her brother’s victim; her husband and protector, Green; and their ‘daughter,’ LaNyah. She is using her as bait to bring all three of them to her. No one is supposed to make it out of there alive, except for Gina and her goons.

LaNyah. How is she handling all of this? If he didn’t push her so hard, he could have been watching her like he was supposed to be. Instead, he had hoped his updates from Stacey, as infrequent as those were, would provide him with enough information to know she was doing fine and safe from harm. But this is something else altogether; she was kidnapped in broad daylight by a maniac with no regard for human life. Kill laughs to himself, just like him back then – one goal, one focus, by any means necessary. He runs his hands through his dreads, grateful that he decided to braid them back today. There is no room for any mistakes here and too many lives at risk. It’s LaNyah or bust. He’ll deal with all the other bullshit later.

Snapping his fingers, Bridges and Matt look at him. “You know you’re done, right?” Matt nods, “Good. You’ll serve time in federal prison, but at least you will be alive to meet your son and maybe save your family.”

Matt sighs, “I just wanted to provide for my family. I understand, but I am grateful to be alive.” He glances up at Green catching his eyes in the rearview mirror, “I’m sorry for everything I did to you, sir. To your business and your family, including LaNyah.” Green acknowledges his apology.

Green turns off the road into an industrial complex, leading to Gina’s warehouse. Kill slaps the back of his seat, an old signal from when Green used to drive during other missions. The mission has started, and nothing else matters until they get back into the SUV. Releasing Ashley’s hand, she watches the two of them, Killmonger and Green. The two men who saved her all those years ago are back and ready to do it all over again. She smiles to herself, and they are going to save LaNyah, too.

“You know she’s probably expecting you?” Matt says that like wasn’t the most prominent thought in all of their heads as they approach lot near the warehouse. Everyone was smart enough to keep it to themselves.

“We know.” Green declares.

“And we are ready for her.” The sound of a gun rack sliding catches Matt’s attention, and he looks over to see Kill holding a Glock.

Chapter 12

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Secrets of the Shore (Chapter 24)

Pairing: JJ x OC

Summary: This is just my rewrite of the show Outer Banks with my own twist by adding another main character which also happens to be John B’s twin sister.

Note: Here we go!!!!! The final chapter to this series/rewrite!!!! Thank you to everyone who’s stayed with me and has left me with great feedback and compliments. I’m so grateful! I loved writing this series and I’m looking forward to season 2! As always I love you all and forever grateful for every single one of you!

Word Count: 4k

Chapter 23 Masterlist

JJ pulls me aside by Kie's car and lets me silently cry into his shoulder while he kisses the top of my head and tells me everything is going to be okay in sweet whispers. I let him hold me because I feel like I can finally breathe for the first time in weeks.

"I should have went with him," I mumble for the millionth time in his shoulder.

"Trust me, if nothing else kills him first, you would." I pull away and give him a confused look. He quickly explains with a small grin. "I think the reason you two lasted so long together was because the three of us were there to buffer most of your fights."

"It's not my fault he's stupid." I smirk.

"See?" JJ says like he just made his point.

I roll my eyes and look over at Pope and Kie when I finally hear them talking like friends again.

"I'm sorry for acting like a dumbass," Pope stammers. "I was just upset and I was acting petty..."

"Yeah," Kie agrees with him.

"And I just..."

"It's okay."

"...just wanna be friends again."

Another round of thunder rumbles above us and I know it's going to rain any second. But that's not what has my attention. It's the way Kie moves closer to Pope and how her hand gently caresses his cheek. Then their lips meet and they're embraced together as one.

My mouth physically drops to the floor and I cover it with my hand. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Only hours before, the two of them couldn't be further away from this moment. Pope hated her and Kie was adamant about being nothing but friends. I guess Kie did have a thing for Pope. She tried convincing herself otherwise and it didn't work.

JJ laughs next to me and squeezes me tighter to his side. He shakes his head but smiles proudly at his best friend for finally making his move.

Unfortunately, the moment is ruined by another wave of police sirens closer than I wish they were.

"Hey, guys, I'm sorry to ruin the party, but, uh, we gotta go right now," JJ says. Kie and Pope pull away from each other, both of them wearing delirious grins. "Come on!"

As we move towards the car, a round of about four different cop cars surround us with their red and blue lights and loud sirens. JJ backs up, making sure I'm right behind him by clutching my wrist behind his back.

"Pope..." Kie says worriedly.

"Move! Hands up! Hands up!" Officer Shoupe approaches us first with a mean scowl on his face. He looks at each one of us, no doubt looking for John B.

"Pope, hands," Kie says through clenched teeth when Pope hesitates to comply.

Shoupe's eyes land on mine and he holds my stare for a second longer than everyone else's. I make sure to keep my face stoic and unreadable even though I want to proudly smirk in his face and even say 'ha ha.'

"We're too late. He's gone. God damn it!" He says to his team. He speaks into his radio strapped on his shoulder. "Bratcher, have your guys stand down. Let me talk to these kids." Shoupe approaches us again and looks directly at me. "All right, where the hell is he? Where the hell is he?" When I don't say anything or even as much breathe in his direction, he looks at JJ. "JJ? I see you're living up to your name." Then he looks at Pope. "Pope, how about you? This isn't a fucking game! You can do the right thing now! Where'd he go?" Shoupe glances one last time at me before looking behind my shoulder. He pulls his radio up to his lips. "Suspect has just left Station 26 in a small boat."

The man on the radio responds. "Need marine patrol to respond."

Another crack of thunder strikes a new wave of nerves through my body. John B's barely out of here and I don't know if the storm is going to hold off long enough to give him a steady getaway.

Next thing I know we're being tossed in two separate vehicles. I keep my teeth clenched and my eyes forward. I pretend to look strong and committed when all I feel is nervous and scared.

The police bring us into a large tent set up to protect them from the rain. I'm literally in shock by how many people are here, working together to find my brother. Many men and women walk past us with rain jackets with the letters FBI on their backs in gold bold letters. I'm literally speechless by how important these people think my brother is.

Every word that comes from these people's mouths sound like a code I'm trying to decipher as they speak to one another.

"They're still trying to verify..."

"Mobilized..."

"Follow Plumb to that tent..."

"Wait for your friends..."

"...SBI on the scene..."

"They killed a person."

"This way." Someone physically tugs on my arm and pulls me to sit on a row of plastic chairs with my friends.

"...That's all you can say?"

Shoupe stands in front of me, temporarily distracting me from trying my best to eavesdrop on the other agents. "Sit down. Don't move. We got a lot to talk about." He looks at the agent who pulled me by my wrist. "Keep an eye on these kids."

I look up at the agent placed on babysitting duty. Younger, fit, brunette, stubble. He looks at each one of us like he's studying us, placing a mental bet on which one is going to break first. His gaze lands on me and he holds it longer than he did the others. They probably recognize my face as easily as they would recognize my brother's.

There's a lot going on inside and out this tent. Agents speak so fast with one another you might think they're speaking a different language. Every time thunder rumbles above us, I don't know if it's my heart or my stomach swirling with nausea. Rain is pouring down outside, each drop pelting against the concrete and drowning out the demands and orders of every superior agent.

The lights are bright against the dark wall that is outside. If I keep my eyes open for too long I think my head is going to explode.

I feel fingers interlocking with my right hand. JJ's looking at me like he's waiting for me to break like a fragile vase teetering off the countertop. I nod my head in a silent way of saying thank you and that I'm still confident our plan is going to work.

"Hey, we're back up. We got power," I hear someone announce.

My head snaps forward. I look outside the flaps of the tent opening. I can barely see the lighthouse, but the light circling around it is bright enough to light up the entire island.

"Shit," I curse to myself.

Ironically, power is all I wanted this summer. Mentally and, because of Hurricane Agatha, physically. But now, I dread it.

"That's them! There they are!"

Dozens of agents run outside with their binoculars, flashlights, and guns, and tasers. Immediately I stand up to follow, but just as quickly, I'm pushed back into my seat by our babysitter agent who isn't even cool enough to get an FBI windbreaker.

Kie's looking at me with as much fear as I'm feeling. My leg bounces anxiously and the hand I'm not using to squeeze JJ's is wrapped around the bottom of my seat tight enough to turn my knuckles white.

I try peering out through the plastic 'windows' of the tent which are just clear plastic tarps cut out in squares in the tent. Boats with red, white, and blue lights chase after another boat in the water - a boat that would be impossible to see if the lighthouse was still out of power.

"Subject is changing heading. They're heading south."

I look at our baby sitter's radio that's gripped tightly in his hand.

"Subject is attempting to escape to the south."

I look at JJ with wide eyes. "He's going straight into the storm."

I don't know if it's a second, a minute, or an hour later, but my name is being called. Another agent, this one more superior than the others, stands in front of me. He's tall, bald, has light brown skin, and bright hazel eyes. He's not smiling but he looks pleased with himself nonetheless and I don't know why because John B isn't captured yet.

"I think your brother would like to speak with you," He says.

My jaw tightens and I narrow my eyes in his direction. I don't believe him. John B wouldn't ask for me unless he knew this was the end. And it isn't. It can't be.

But if it is and I don't talk to my brother one last time, I will hate myself forever.

So I follow him despite the calls of disagreement coming from my friends. He and a couple agents behind him pull me into another tent where more important agents are running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

People move out of my way like I'm Paris Hilton and they're the paparazzi. They look at me like I'm a celebrity and they're speechless with surprise and judgement.

But I don't care about the FBI, Kildare's cops, the rain or the storm. I care about the man sitting on the other end of the fold up table with a pair of headphones around his head and a fake look of concern on his face.

Ward looks up. When he sees me, he looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Ms. Routledge," The agent says to grab my attention.

I'm placed in a seat in front of Ward on the other side of the table. I don't take my eyes off of him for even a second. It's the first time I'm seeing him since our day on his boat. I hate that he's sitting here like he's a fucking victim and not the man who should be behind bars. I hate that he's being treated like an ally while my brother is being chased like a criminal.

But I love that he's looking at me like I can change all of that.

I take the headset from a woman agent next to me and place them on top of my head. I'm instantly met with rustling and whistling of the wind. A couple of disgruntled grunts swim through my ears and I know I'm listening to John B rolling through the storm on the Phantom.

"Don't listen to him. He's a liar!" John B yells into his radio. His voice comes out through the FBI's speaker so everyone can hear. Ward's lips press into a thin line and his hands tighten around the circular end of the headphones by his ear.

They must have tried to get Ward to talk John B down first. Maybe it's because Ward is technically still our legal guardian or maybe...

Maybe Sarah ended up finding him after all.

Ward finally rips his eyes away from me and looks down. "John B, I am begging you. Think of her and turn around." I'm met with nothing but heavy breathing from the other end. I hold my own breath and make sure not to move even an inch so I don't miss a single word that my brother has to say. My heart feels like it's being twisted, shredded, and torn apart by a wild bear. John B is in danger. Not by the cops but by mother nature herself. Out in the ocean where he can disappear forever. Just like my father did. And the thought itself is absolute torture. "John B, what are you doing?"

There's another long pause with seconds lasting as long as hours. My hear skips a beat when my brother finally speaks up again. "Ward Cameron, do you hear me?"

Ward looks at me again and slowly brings nods. "Yes. Yes, son, I'm right here. I'm right here. Please bring her back, okay? We'll work it all out when you get home."

I jump up from the table so fast, my hips bump against the table and shake the radio display on it. "You son of a bitch!" I yell at him, not caring about the hands pushing me by my shoulders to sit back down. Or the barks of other agents telling me to calm down. I want to rip Ward's head off his stupid shoulders and punt it into the deepest part of the ocean. Or a log shredder.

"You killed my father!" John B shouts through the speaker. It's the only thing that actually gets me to calm down and I glare straight into Ward's eyes. I don't pay attention to how the agents react to John B's accusation, because even with the truth out there, I don't trust them to move on it. At the end of the day Ward Cameron is Ward Cameron and my brother is just John Booker Routledge. "And you framed me for a murder I didn't commit. You took everything from me! You took everything from me! But I'm still here. And I swear to God, Ward, I will come back one day and take what's mine. So, you listen to me, all right? I'm coming for you." A small smirk tugs at the corner of my lips and a sense of pride runs through my fingertips from John B finally standing up for himself. "I'm coming for you."

For once, Ward Cameron looks shitless. Like he did when he realized his mistake on our fishing trip.

"You." The agent next to me points at the radio set and looks at me. "Talk to him! Talk to him!"

I look back at Ward Cameron and place the headset on my head. A crack of thunder shakes around me and I physically flinch away from it. "John B?"

Another pause. Silence that is deafening. "Marleigh? You okay?"

I can't help but laugh. "Come on, brother. You should know by now cops don't scare me."

I can actually hear John B laugh on the other end and it's the only thing that makes me feel better. "Yeah, I know."

"Are you sure about this, Johnny?"

I swallow the lump in my throat as I wait for his reply. "I'd rather die than go to jail for something I didn't do, Mar."

I feel the wall I put up when I was placed in front of Ward Cameron crumble within seconds. Tears cloud my vision at the realization that nothing I can do will stop John B from driving straight into that storm. And I hate that I understand him for it. Because I would do the same thing.

I look up at Ward as tears trail down my cheeks silently. I can tell he's calculating my next move, waiting for me to stop my brother.

"I'll take care of this, okay?"

"I know. You've always taken care of me." His voice cracks and another ripple of thunder rips through the sky. "I love you, Rocket."

A sob wracks through me and I push myself away from the microphone so he doesn't hear me feeling weak. When I gather my composure I push myself closer to the radio. "I love you, Bird."

The head agent slams his palm against the table in frustration. "No!"

I close my eyes and let the tears drown my vision. I feel like I've been placed in an ice bath. Frozen to the core, wanting to kick and scream my way out of it, feeling numb but also like I'm being ripped apart by something sharp.

Another agent walks out. "I wanna have Search and Rescue standing by."

"Any response?" A woman asks another agent.

That other agent shakes his head. "They're not calling it off yet."

Everyone's running around, talking into their ear pieces and looking at one another for any kind of clue on what to do next. I refuse to look at them because I know what's going to come next.

John B use to tell me that being a pessimist would be my downfall. He was always an optimist - hoping and aiming for the best. Believing Dad was alive kept him going where telling myself he wasn't helped me move on. Growing up, we would butt heads a lot. But as a team, we worked well together because he pushed me to go further in life and I helped him stay grounded when it was necessary.

But today, being a pessimist is my strength. Because I'm prepared when Officer Shoupe approaches me with a sullen and sorrowful expression. I don't even have to ask what's wrong because I know it's the last thing I want to hear.

"Marleigh," He says. I think it's the first time he's ever talked to me like I'm a person with feelings and not some teenager causing chaos on his island.

I'm nauseous. My heart is thudding against my chest so heavily I think it might crack a couple ribs. The blood running through my veins feels like it's been lit on fire and I'm on the verge of exploding. The dread and the devastation runs through me in half a second and then is suddenly replaced by a blinding white flare of rage.

"You!" I turn on my heels and try running up to Ward Cameron to wrap my hands around his throat, to pull a gun from the nearest agent and shoot him in the head with it, to tear his eyes out with my finger nails. But I'm easily stopped by the millions of agents that surround both of us. They physically pull me away, barely even flinching as I try clawing through them to get my hands on the entitled Kook in front of me. "This is all your fault! You son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you! No - get off of me!"

I kick and scream until my throat is raw and my legs feel weak. Ward is pulled away from me so he can grieve the death of his own daughter. I only stop thrashing around when my body goes limp. My legs are rubber and my head is heavy. I fall to the floor and fold into my knees and cry the hardest I have ever cried before. I cry for the loss of my brother. For Sheriff Peterkin. For the justice my dad will never get. For the gold he's worked so hard to get live on without his name ever being mentioned with it.

I don't know how long I stay on the floor until someone helps me up. They place a windbreaker over my shoulders and walk with me to the tent where my friends are waiting for me.

My heart is a bloodless organ, my head a hollow skull. I can't feel anything from the thinnest part of my fingertips to the deepest emotion in my brain.

I follow Officer Shoupe and two other agents back to my friends like a zombie. I can't even look at my friends because I'm afraid they'll feel the same heated pain that I'm experiencing and I don't want that.

Shoupe looks at them the same way he looked at me.

"Did you find them?" JJ immediately stands up. He tries meeting my eyes but I keep them focused on the dirt ground below me.

"No," Shoupe says.

"So, they got away?" I hate the hope laced in JJ's voice.

Another crackle of thunder makes me flinch.

Shoupe sighs. "We, uh...we lost them." He looks up. "I'm sorry."

A deafening silence falls around us and I finally look up. JJ's brows are pinched together in confusion and anger, Kie's about to burst into tears, and Pope looks frozen in shock.

"What do you mean you lost them?" Pope asks. "Like they're gone?"

"What are you talking about?" JJ demands.

Again Shoupe sighs. "They took an open boat into a tropical depression, Pope."

"So they're dead?" Pope asks.

"We don't know."

JJ snaps. He takes a threatening step towards the set of officers and points an accusatory finger at them. "You drove them through the storm, man! Are you kidding me? Come here!" It takes two agents to pull JJ away from Officer Shoupe. "I'm gonna kill you."

I don't even react to the outburst because I can't. I can't feel anything other than my own teeth clattering together and my lip quivering with the threat of a new round of tears.

"JJ, stop!" Kie tries to calm him down through her own sobs. But even I know, she's wasting her breath.

"I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!"

"Hey!" An agent scolds him.

"You killed him! He didn't kill anyone and you know it!" Pope yells along with JJ. He doesn't try to attack like the blonde, but he makes sure to get as close to Shoupe as possible.

Shoupe sighs. "We're still looking for him, all right?"

"Pope. Pope, just stop!" Kie pleads. She grabs onto Pope's arm and pulls him closer into her body. "Please, stop."

When JJ proves he's calm, he pulls me into him and holds me tight against his chest. I wrap my arms around his waist and let myself fall apart for a second time. I cry into his shoulder, not caring about the snot or tears that will probably ruin his second best button down shirt. I grip onto him so tight that I wouldn't be surprised if my fingernails ripped holes into the fabric. He's the only reason I'm still standing on my two feet. I can't feel my legs.

"Pope...Pope!"

Mr. and Mrs. Heyward run into the tent followed by Kie's parents. All four of them run to their kids and pull them into their own family group hugs.

I watch even though the sight destroys me. Kie with her two parents. Pope with his. I observe the way they hold their children, kiss the top of their head, and tell them everything is going to be alright. Pope keeps mumbling about how sorry he is and Kie is weeping into her mothers neck.

They have that and I don't. Not anymore. It's all been ripped away from me like a toddler and chocolate they're not allowed to have.

But it makes me even more grateful for JJ. Even though I hate that he's in the same boat as me, I know I can always rely on him to be by my side. We have each other and even though it doesn't always seem like enough, it is.

There's nothing that I wouldn't do for this man. He's my light at the end of a dark and dreary tunnel. My guide in life to live it to the fullest without any regrets. My life partner that's going to make me the happiest girl on the island one day. I couldn't ask for anything more from the love of my life.

Mr. Heyward looks up from his family moment and holds out his arm for JJ and I to join. JJ and I take advantage of it and let Pope's parents hold us like a parent should, despite any hateful feelings they have towards us for leading Pope down this road with us.

My brother's gone and I don't know how to comprehend that yet. I don't know where life's going to lead me and the future went from being adrenaline inducing to absolutely terrifying. With Kie, Pope, and JJ by my side, I'm hopeful that I can get through pretty much anything.

JJ's my rock and my leader. I will love him until the universe physically pulls him away from me. With him, I'll take on life one day at a time. Each one will be a struggle, but I made a promise to John B that I refuse not to keep until the day I die.

I will take care of this. I will make sure Ward Cameron gets what's coming to him. And I will not let him take anything else away from me. Not even over my dead body.

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#jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x oc #outer banks rewrite

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Marshgate Prison

Part 4

At Marshgate Prison, New York City- Riley Brooks begins a new job as a Prison guard. The inmates and guards who work there have kept many secrets hiden. Will she become involved in these secrets? How will she react to the common riots that constantly take place in the rough prison.

Book: The Royal Romance, AU.

All characters belong to Pixelberry unless stated otherwise (OC- they belong to me):

Drake x Riley, Liam x Beth(OC)/Olivia/Celine(OC), Leo x Beth, Maxwell x ?, Savannah x Bertrand.

A/N: Oh my goodness, this series has been on hiatus for months and months! I’m so sorry! Even though this part has been stuck in my drafts! It’s a bit of a ‘filler’ chapter. It gets better after this. If there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes please bypass this. As a few of you already know, I recently found out that I was pregnant and at the moment I have what they call ‘baby brain’ 🤣

Please do not read if you are under 18! By doing so you are consenting that you are over this age 👍🏼. If any of the warnings below affect you please do not continue to read.

Warnings ⚠️ : adult language, mention about an attack (past tense), slight smut.

Word count: 1,800ish

Tags- I’ve completely forgotten who was on the tag list without looking back at previous chapters. As always if you want to be removed or added just let me know:

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Catch up here in case you need to refresh your memories.

******

“Excuse me?”

“You heard us Drake, you’re a free man.” Savannah and Maxwell jumped up, she ran over towards Liam and Constantine hugging them tightly- that tight that they both felt like they were suffocating. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

“Walker, what are you doing still sat there? Get your belongings and escape before we change our minds.” Liam said sarcastically, before dragging him out of the office. Walking to his cell, it was robotically- normally inmates would be running and doing the great escape. But not Drake Walker. He was still in shock, that the Warden had allowed him to be released early. Especially after the confession of love from his guard in front of everyone on her ‘death bed.’

Liam joined Drake in his cell, he was going to miss his closest friend that he had made in Marshgate. He knew that it was highly unprofessional to be close to an inmate, but there was something about Drake. They just instantly clicked.

“How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know. I know that I was innocent, but this felt like home. Don’t get me wrong I’m excited to see my nephew and to see if anything could happen between myself and Riley.”

“Talking about Riley. Are you going to visit her?”

“Of course I am, Liam. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Just wondered. I think it’ll be a nice surprise when she’s out of hospital to see you.”

“What are you suggesting?”

*****

Leaving the prison with his family, he hesitated before getting in the cab. Turning back around it still hadn’t fully sunk in that he was a free man. The memories of the place, bad yet also good would remain in his mind.

“Are you ready to meet Bartie? Or do you want to see Riley first?”

“I need to see her, Sav. I know we left the hospital before but I need to go back. I’m staying with you guys- I’ll take Bartie out tomorrow if that’s okay?”

“Of course, lets go. Drake? I really like Riley- I know I’ve only met her a couple of times, but don’t hurt her.” Looking disgusted due his sister’s comment, he shook his head.

“She’s the only one that’s given me a chance, even knowing what happened. I’m in love with her Savannah, I’m not going to let her down.”

****

Arriving at the hospital, Liam met them there- bringing along some chains for the facade.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“D-Drake?”

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I know I said I’d stay safe, but it was an accident. I didn’t have my baton- I don’t know where it went. How’s Hana?”

“Why the fuck are you asking about her? She did this to you.”

“It was an accident, Drake. I’m going to be unemployed aren’t I?”

“I don’t know how she is. I haven’t seen her. No you’re not. You still have a job. Did you mean what you said? About loving me?”

“I do. I thought I was dying- I had to let you know how I felt.”

“I’d never let you die. I love you too.”

“Time’s nearly up Romeo. Hey, love. How are you doing?” Liam hated interrupting their moment together. His heart sunk, seeing how affectionate Drake was with her. How attentive he was holding her hand. They barely knew each other, but what was in front of him- was true love. Love at first sight. Something he and his estranged wife had never had.

“I’m fine. Glad to see you up and about. We’re a right pair aren’t we? More like the chuckle brothers rather than prison guards.”

“Heh. The nurses have explained that you could be discharged in a couple of days. I’ll try and twist an arm so you both can see each other. I’ll give you both five more minutes before visiting hours end.” Stretching out to grab her colleagues arm, her baby blues were surrounded by sorrow.

“Liam, I can’t repay the favour. Not until I’m back at work anyway.” Referring to their little arrangement, Liam didn’t care anymore. He had fucked Olivia without getting caught well before Riley was on the scene.

“This is about you two. Not myself.”

Drake felt appreciative towards Liam’s approach about the forbidden love. Watching him leave, he just wanted to blurt out that he had been released. To scoop Riley into his arms, take her home- give her a bit of TLC. But they had an agreement to wait. An agreement between everyone at Marshgate including Drake’s family.

“I can’t believe that you are here.”Cupping his cheek, her thumb grazed his cheek- as he placed his hand over hers.

“I can’t believe that you nearly got yourself killed after minutes of working at Marshgate.”

“I don’t know what happened to my baton Drake. If I had it, I’d have been able to defend myself better. Does anyone know about us?”

“The Warden. But he’s cool with it.” Shrugging his shoulders, he acted as if it was normal- nothing out of the ordinary.

“What?” I’m sacked. Surely he’s lying.

“Your blood pressure is rising, calm down. He doesn’t give a shit. I promise you.”

“If he’s so cool with it, I’ll just come in to your cell then and fuck you.”

“Not quite...”

“What do you mean?” I mean I won’t be there.

“We’d still have to be secretive. Like Liam is with Liv.” He hated lying to her, he felt like the shittest person alive. Hoping that she wouldn’t hate him once she found out the truth.

“Okay. I can’t wait to get back to work then.” Rather than replying before he put his foot in it- he lent down, kissing her softly. Savouring the taste of her lips, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to see her as often as he liked- not without his ‘fake’ guard anyway.

“Liam will be back any second. I don’t want to leave you, but....”

“But you have to. Don’t worry. I’ll see ya, when I see ya, Walker.”

“See ya later, screw.” Winking at her, he couldn’t help but use the prison slang term for her job role. Placing one last lingering kiss on her lips, he was soon escorted out by Liam. Biting his lip he tried not to show that his chin was about to tremble, the tears that were so cleverly held back were now ready to burst.

“This plan will work, don’t worry about it. Trust me, Drake.”

******

The morning after, Drake woke up in Savannah’s apartment. A mixture of feelings were roaming throughout his mind. It felt weird sleeping in a normal bed after all this time. Hearing familiar voices clearly rather than through a pay phone with a faint line due to the background noise of the inmates. Then there was feelings about Riley. The girl that he had instantly fallen in love with. The forbidden love between an inmate and a guard. She was glued into his mind. Paranoia was also lingering, wondering what it would be like walking the streets as a free man. Would people recognise him? Would they gossip about him? He was innocent, but still in a way felt guilty. Making his way through to the kitchen his heart sunk seeing his nephew for the first time in person.

“Bartie, this is your Uncle Drake.”

“Hey, little fella!”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Give uncle Drake a cuddle.” The little boy looked up-to his mother for reassurance before running in to his arms. Drake held him tightly, and placed a kiss on to his forehead. Not wanting to let him go.

“Do you want to go and feed the ducks at the park after breakfast?” Bartie nodded, “Uncle grumpy”. The smile that was on Drake’s face would now be hard to erase. This was the life, having his family with him in person. Now all he had to claim the girl as his own.

******

A few weeks later, Riley was feeling down. Her cousin Celine had moved to New York City after hearing about Riley’s attack. They hadn’t spoken in years, and Riley was frustrated that she was ‘mothering’ her. Most people would feel grateful for the help- however, Riley just seemed to be looking after herself as well as Celine. After a quiet shift at work with Liam, she just wanted to go home and go to bed. For her own safety, they advised her not to guard the women- especially to not be anywhere near Hana. For now, anyway.

“Don’t go home. We are all going out for drinks. I think you should join us.” Liam attempted to persuade her. He didn’t want to force it up on her, and push her away. Riley always made an excuse up, even used the common shit one ‘I’m washing my hair’.

“If I invite Celine along, will you leave me alone?” Liam blushed at the mention of her name.

“Sure, invite her.”

“Why are you blushing at the mention of her name, Liam?”

“Your cousin is beautiful. I can’t deny that.”

“I hope that your wife or Olivia haven’t somehow placed a wire on you. Or you’d have no balls left.” Fixing a fake smile, she held his hand as they walked out. “Let’s get drunk.”

Riley didn’t want to go to the bar with Liam and the rest of the guards- her heart felt empty. Believing that the alcohol would blank the hurt out even if it was short term. Deep down she had wished that Hana had finished the job. Drake Walker has been transferred to another prison- those words kept roaming through her mind, ever since she had returned to work. They never left.

“Hey, let’s celebrate for surviving your first riot at Marshgate, and for you coming back fighting.” Riley rolled her eyes back. Feeling paranoid, she could hear her other colleagues whispering about her - biting her lip she didn’t want to cause anymore issues within the work place. Liam kept checking his phone, for updates- a smile crept up on his face.

“Would you like to dance Riley?” Please say yes and stop being stubborn.

“Why are you asking me? Why not Celine? I mean you’ve had your tongue down her throat all night.” Smirking she wouldn’t like to be in his position, leading three women on. Even if one of them was sleeping with someone else- his brother. Feeling slightly jealous, she made sarcastic comments in order to to prevent her feelings being known.

“Because I want to dance with my colleague. Is that so wrong?”

Riley agreed, forcing the shot down her throat- she placed her hand into Liam’s. Twirling her around he whispered in her ear- I’m going to twirl you again then briefly let go of your hands, I’ll grab you after. Close your eyes, embrace the music.

“What?”

“Just do it, Riley.” Following his commands, she felt like a twat- closing her eyes, dancing in a dive bar. Turning back around, Liam didn’t grab her as promised. Instead there was an aroma of a freshly picked bouquet lingering around her. Stumbling due to the sudden smell, she soon felt somebody grab her- she knew it wasn’t Liam’s hands. Fluttering her eyes open, she believed that she was hallucinating.

“Hey, beautiful. Surprise!”

#trr au marshgate #drake x riley #drake walker #riley brooks #liam rhys #liam x riley #savannah walker #celine brooks #maxwell beaumont #constantine rhys #trr fanfic #tw adult language #tw slight smut #tw attack past tense

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excelsi-or · 4 years ago

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your type (pt. 7)

Hellooooo~ I’m in a writing mood lately and have been paying more attention to this story again. :) so you’ll get a few more parts this month.

BIPOC rec: Braiding Sweetgrass - Robin Wall Kimmerer; a beautiful book about botany and its influence on Indigenous people and how we can relate their teachings to climate justice. My favourite quote: “All flourishing is mutual.”

I’m also going to reblog this post with a bunch of links to support Daunte Wright as well as the protests in the U.S.

w.c. 1.4k (this one’s a bit shorter, but the next part is a LONG one. Like the longest post I’ve ever done across all my stories. I don’t want to split it up. So be prepared and enjoy :))

pairing: jihoon x OC/reader

pt. 1; pt. 2; pt. 3; pt. 4; pt. 5; pt. 6

Like every day for the last month, Jihoon is waiting for her in the hallway outside her lab. She closes the door behind her and notices the paper bag in his hand.

“I made us lunch.”

She blinks. “You made us… lunch?”

“Yeah.”

She ducks into the student office to grab her water bottle. When she reemerges, Jihoon motions with his head for her to walk with him.

“We need to talk.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “What about?”

“Just have to lay my cards on the table.”

Jihoon had gone over what he was going to say with Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Soonyoung the night before.

“It doesn’t need to be a big fancy speech,” Seungcheol said. “Just say how you feel.”

“I don’t…” He couldn’t exactly argue that he felt nothing. And his friends were clear that they didn’t think he felt nothing. “I don’t know what I feel. I just don’t think we can win this bet and we should call it.”

Soonyoung smacked the side of his head. “You can. And here’s what you’re going to say.”

“I want to be honest with you about my intentions so that you’re not confused as to why I’m hanging around you.”

She nods slowly and then takes a swig of her water. “Seems very formal of you.”

They walk right through the skywalk and take the stairs out onto the green. They find a tree to sit under. The air is warm, but there’s an intermittent breeze that makes it tolerable. He pulls two bowls of spicy ramen that he made before coming and hands one to her. It, at the very least, gets a smile on her face.

“I want you to know…” Jihoon pauses, stirring his noodles and watching the steam rise from the container. “I’m all in.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “All into what?”

So, he doesn’t either. “This. Us. Whatever this is I’m pursuing. I want you to know that the stories you’ve heard about me are probably true, that I have hurt other people before, but I want to try with you.”

Her chewing slows, as she processes these words.

“Look,” Soonyoung had said, “it’s not lost on her that you’re a player. And Jihyo’s told hyung that some of your past girlfriends have shared… their opinions about you. You can’t hide those.”

“I know that someone like me has hurt you before and you don’t have to tell me about him ever, but I don’t want to be that guy. I want to be someone you can trust. Someone you can trust to give you the honesty you deserve.”

He’s started adlibbing off of Soonyoung’s speech. The speech had something about heaven and finding himself. It was too romantic and there was no way someone like her would buy it.

Meanwhile, her stomach is churning and she isn’t sure if it’s from the spicy noodles or from what Jihoon is saying. “You’re saying,” she searches for the words she wants to use, “you want to date me?”

“Yeah.”

“Just… me.”

“Yeah.”

She leans back against the tree and makes a point of stirring her noodles to cool them, mostly just stalling for time. A third woman had come to her while she was walking into the chemistry building that morning. It was as if all of Jihoon’s past conquests were gravitating towards her in some weird twist of fate.

Which was a strange coincidence, because Jihyo had just spent the better part of last night convincing her to give Jihoon a chance.

And now hearing Jihoon speak like this is messing with her head further.

“What happened to your date last night?” She shakes her head. “You told me you had dates lined up for the next week.”

“Cancelled. All of them.” Jihoon knew she knew about Ara yesterday. “Including yesterday’s.”

“All because you suddenly want to date me?”

“No, because I realized that unless I tell you what I want straight up, you won’t know. And my actions and what I want weren’t lining up. So…” Jihoon makes a point to catch her gaze. “I’m trying.”

“She’s not going to believe you,” Mingyu had said. “So, the best way is not to convince her that you’ll be good but that you’ll try to be better. For some reason, girls love when we say we’ll try to be better than we once were.”

She pauses. She’s about to put food in her, but sets the bowl down instead. “How many girls were there before me?”

Bewildered by this question, Jihoon says, “I can’t count that.”

She shakes her head. “Not one-night stands. Not girls you were only with for sex. Actual people that you actually dated.”

Jihoon swallows hard. Being honest here could ruin everything he’s built up until this point. “Maybe 7.”

She nods. “Name them.”

Jihoon bites his tongue.

“If you dated them, they must have meant something to you. You gave them more than a few nights.”

So, he does. He lists them off, but her face doesn’t look happy. Which maybe it wouldn’t because he’s listing off his exes, and she’s never come off as a masochist.

“Chaeyoung?”

Jihoon freezes. Almost immediately, his mind is scrambling and he’s unsure why.

“She’s in your lab,” Jihoon says in disbelief.

“What did you tell them all when they asked you why you weren’t talking to them?” She’s reaching with this question; hoping and dreading that Jihoon really is the creature of habit she’s learned him to be.

And it’s only through this sudden interrogation that Jihoon is realizing how intensely these past women of his have outted him. And it explains why she’s been distant. He hangs his head in shame, because he cannot believe he’s being called out like this. “It was something like…” He turns away from her, hoping a breeze carries his voice away. “‘I’m ignoring you now, please leave me alone.’”

“So, tell me how I’m any different to those girls. Tell me this whole thing isn’t some orchestrated game you’ve played over and over again.”

Jihoon doesn’t know how to answer.

“Jihyo told me that I was being too harsh with you. That the stories I was hearing were coming from women who had been hurt by you. That heartbreak distorts all the good parts about a relationship.” She waits for him to look her way. “My experience with heartbreak is… varied, that’s for sure. And you’re right. Your reputation is exactly how I felt like I was treated the last time I gave my heart to somebody.” She picks up the noodles and lets them slip through her chopsticks.

Jihoon can feel the tiniest flicker of hope rising in his belly, can’t explain the way his heart lifts.

“But my friends keep telling me that I’ll never know good love if I don’t let myself be vulnerable again.” She looks at him, studying his features. What she’s searching for neither of them is sure. “But I’m really, really scared that…”

Jihoon nudges her gently with his hand, careful not to touch her too much. “You can talk to me.”

Her gaze is unwavering. “I’m scared that I’m just going to be another notch on your bedpost.”

The magnitude of work required to win this bet hits Jihoon’s chest like a ton of bricks, hard. He’s sure it almost winds him. But he can see the cracks in her armour right now and he would be stupid (not to mention his friends will strangle him) if he doesn’t wiggle in just a little bit.

His voice is gentle. “I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you.”

“I never liked promises I know people can’t keep. They make real promises redundant.”

Completely fine by him.

“Can we just try it out?” He knows this formula works.

Except the pause is so long that he swears she’s going to say no. “Fine.”

His eyebrows lift, so does that hope in his belly. “Really?”

She nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Yeah. Really.”

Jihoon realizes that she’s definitely played his game before with other men when he glances at her lips and she smirks.

“That does not mean that you can kiss me right now.”

He smiles genuinely for the first time since they started taking. “Fine.” He recognizes the warmth spreading through his chest. It’s a nice feeling. One he hasn’t felt around anyone in a while.

“Thanks for the ramen, by the way.”

“Not too spicy?”

“I mean, yes, but it’s still good.”

“Does this mean that you’ll come to the studio and listen to those songs after work?”

She hums. “Yeah, okay.”

#woozi #woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #Lee Jihoon #lee jihoon scenarios #Seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt

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ichor-and-symbiosis · 5 years ago

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asks about the orgasm topic

there was quite a few so i’m compiling them

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis: God I wish I were sensitive, Y'all fucking lucky, ya bitch hasn't actually ever cum before lmao :/

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis: Hey I just wanted to let you know. I share a similar struggle :( I suffer from orgasmic dis function which people sometimes forget women can even have. I’ve never and can never experience an orgasm because of this medical issue and while I’m happy for those who can it makes me insecure sometimes when smth says “y/n came” or w/e bc like,,, I can’t do that and my last romantic partner told me it made me less of a woman and made her insecure bc she thought it meant she wasn’t good enough rahhh shit

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:lmao here my ass is, i cant feel sexual pleasure at all. im jealous of all u bitches. but idc all it means is that i can devote all my time to shiggy

i wish i could say something that would make a difference but i am SO bad at comfort D: please know that you are not any lesser for this, you guys are hella valid and you shouldn’t ever feel like something is wrong with you. i know that there can be many reasons for why it’s impossible to orgasm. the best i could say is maybe speak to a medical professional if you haven’t already? that’s if you want to, of course.

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:Unfortunately, most guys won't "work for it" anyways. I saw some statistics on what's called an "orgasm gap" where straight men are the least likely to get their partners to cum. Seems like most just either don't care or don't try :/

yeah i mean i love my boyfriend to death and he tries his best, but sometimes a guy can only do so much. i can see both sides of the struggle. some guys really are useless sacks of meat who dont deserve their dicks but some guys try as much as they can (with their limited understanding of female anatomy akjdsfl cis straight guys don’t know what the hell they’re doing). but it’s important to remember that these are just statistics and personal experiences vary drastically. don’t let the stats bring you down if you’re hunting for a partner!

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:can we also talk about the straight man belief that going down on a girl is being submissive? NOT IF YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT BITCH like if you eat the coochie so good sometimes the pussy owner's brain doesn't work

the first time i heard dj khaled saying he doesn’t lick his wife’s pussy i felt my own coochie shrivel up like the sahara dessert, RIP to that poor, POOR soul with such an awful husband. i get that some people just aren’t comfortable with oral, that’s totally understandable. but if the reason for that is because of your fragile toxic masculinity oh boy go die in a fire.

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis: I can only get off from clitoral stimulation and any kind of penetration is straight-up no from me.

same!

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis: A good ol’ pillow jump is the only way I can get off, but the same stimulation doesn’t work or translate to actual sex, so I can’t get off with a partner.

i dont quite know what a pillow jump is (unless you meant hump, and if so then wow i commend you because that’s way too much muscle movement for me), but yeah it’s tough to translate how good you can make yourself feel to what a partner makes you feel

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:I still greatly enjoy the MENTAL stimulation of sex with the right person and making others feel good, that’s just me. It can be annoying but it’s still a fun journey.

SAAAMMMEEEE my boyfriend used to be really confused because after sex he would offer to go down on me to make up for my lack of orgasm but i told him that the act of sex in of itself is enough for me to get enjoyment out of it. sometimes you just want a cock inside you ya know?

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:I actually just wrote a bit in a fic where the female oc didn’t cum from penetration so her partner ate that puss like he needed it to live. I enjoy trying to make my smut as realistic as I can. And since I’m asexual and have no experience to speak of, it can be hard. But I have great friends that help me with details and share their own experiences to help me out.

that’s what i was planning to end my tomura fic with akljsfh some god ol’ oral for reader. but based on my own experiences (as stated above) sometimes it’s just enough to simply have sex and oral isn’t always needed after. but that’s just me!!

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:I haven't slept with anybody yet but I'm kinda nervous to with how I've explored my own body so far. I don't think I've ever climaxed? I feel the build up but it's too much and I stop before anything happens. And when I do get near my limit I always have to pee or something?? I don't know if it's squirting or peeing but it happens every time, even if I pee before getting handsy. I figure it must be squirting right? And I thought that made me gross but online people are all 🙏squirting🙏

that sounds very normal, sometimes i’ve felt that with my ex when he was dicking me down way too good lmao i’d say that’s the build-up to orgasm, but it doesn’t always reach climax. but that’s what i experienced with penetration. i don’t get that sort of feeling when i’m just touching my clit. but everyone is different! just go at your own pace and enjoy yourself. i don’t know anything about squirting though.

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:Ik the cuming without penetration is serious issue and jt makes you self conscious but i wanted to let you know Jin would totally love you either way, i bet in fact hed go out of his way to find toys or information on how to make sex better for you and hed never pressure you because he loooves~ you - from an anon who hopes this helps!

fam ily for this ;-;

Anonymous said to ichor-and-symbiosis:Bruuuhhh, the insecurity about not being able to cum is too real, I've been sexually active for 3 smthing years and have not gotten off once with a partner (and my bodycount isn't low). I honestly feel like all my nerve endings went to the store for milk and never came back

god i feel this on a spiritual level, sex is like solving a damn rubix cube D:

#alison talks

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I've been following you for a while but I dont know all that much about your OCs so how about a big resume of them all?? :DDD

I haven't really posted much about them on this account until recently so that doesn't really suprise me 😅 but yeah I absolutely can! Warning though this is going to be unbelievably long

I guess I should start off with Zensuke because he is THE gay purple cat. I named this blog after this guy. I made him when I was probably like 12-13 or around there so he had all the things you'd expect a repressed edgy kid's of to have. He was basically a demon who managed to get out of thier world's equivalent of hell and instead of doing anything evil he just made cake and got married to the guard who was supposed to kill him. I don't really do much with him anymore but I still love him very much.

Corbinian is probably the character I talk most about and he's the one I edit to fit into different worlds the most. He was a normal doctor but he got his memory wiped by robots and ended up working as an executioner for the robotic mafia, but eventually got caught and had to hide out in Lobotomy (he was originally a Lobotomy Corp oc) where he discovered he can extract abnormality dna and with some altering the dna can be injected into humans causing a variety of different mutations and effects. He's usually very heartless and manipulative, but does have a soft spot, usually for anxious, soft spoken people, who subconsciously remind him of his brother (who is a friends if so I can't really get into him). He also was given a variety of nicknames by the higher ups, like Corb, Corn chip, Corb on the Orb, or just Corn. Je

Corble is the result of Corb trying out human cloning. He has the same general appearance as Corbinian, but with purple hair (hence the name, because he's porble corb) that's styled differently. Since the experiment was technically a failure Corb was going to kill him, but Corble was really sweet and innocent and Corb basically went "well great guess I adopted my clone then". Corb stopped messing with cloning but adores Corble.

Might as well get all of my Lobotomy ocs out of the way. Oliver is the first Lobotomy oc I ever made, which is funny because I may or may not constantly forget that he exists. Oliver is basically a five year old kid in an adults body, and I mean that literally, because his parents basically locked him in a room and ignored him so his mental age is basically that of a kids. He's very mischievous and loves pulling pranks on people, most of which are harmless. Unless it's Corb, whom Oliver gates with a passion. Then it's thinly veiled murder attempts disgusted as pranks. He loves Fairy tales, and only works with fairy tale abnormalities because he panics with any other kind. Only one person in the entire facility can even put up with him, and that's Mabel.

Mabel is trans lesbian who can find the good in almost anyone. She's optimistic, bubbly, and has a great sense of humor. She tends to get really flustered around women though. Is it obvious I kinda projected onto her a bit? Because I did. If she wasn't in Lobotomy she'd definitely be a streamer. I'm just now realizing I basically made snapcube before I knew who that was. Whoops.

Up next is Adam! Adam is quiet, nervous, and honestly just prefers to not be noticed. Their ability to almost seamlessly blend into thier surroundings is astounding. Most people (me included) tend to just forget they exist. Which honestly is funny because they end up dating the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. Adam loves horror movies and spicy food.

Kieth is the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. He's the adopted son of a sephirah and the leader of the Rabbit team so that much is unavoidable. He's quick to anger, blunt, and tends to underestimate other people. However, he's also loyal to a fault, and willing to back his friends up no matter what. He feels like his mom's are expecting him to live up to expectations that he can't (and that they don't have but he doesn't realize that), so he's constantly throwing himself in harm's way to desperately try to prove to them that they made a good investment by adopting him or die trying. His two passions in life are collecting weapons and tending to rabbits, two of which he managed to train to sit on his shoulders and attack people. Despite being total opposites he loves Adam very much and will endure any horror movie with them, even if he's a huge scaredy cat.

Damien doesn't gave that much development, unfortunately. He came from a very religious household, moved out, and frequently gets possessed by an abnormality who makes him act like a cryptid. Totally normal stuff. He also went to law school.

Zephyr is a very, very serious individual. They've got a completely monotone color palette, speak either in short, blunt sentences or long, fanciful paragraphs with no in between, and tend to come off as cold and stiff. They're completely devoted to work, which is how they managed to become a captain. Despite this, they're very kind and caring, but unfortunately rarely get to show that side of themselves unless it's with Jamison, thier partner, both in crime and in the romantic sense. They also have a love/hate relationship with Owen, basically openly hating his guts but also enjoys thier banter and would hate if anything genuinely awful happened to them or his family.

Jamison is the complete opposite of Zephyr. He's an open book, very colorful, and tends to slack of when Zephyr isn't looking. Not on purpose, he just tends to get distracted most of the time. He's quite popular because he's very cheerful, which is rare in the higher ranks of Lobotomy. He'd absolutely die for Zephyr, and us usually the one who patches thier wounds. He really doesn't like Owen and thinks thier a pain in the ass, but keeps that to himself most of the time.

Owen is..... Interesting. I kinda went buck wild with him not gonna lie. He's one of the oldest son's of the God of Nightmares and Fire, an absolute agent of choas, and a campy fashion nightmare. But... I love them. They're both unbelievably obnoxious and also very caring. He's the kind of character you'd love but also hate at the same time. He also ended up becoming the God of Death in one timeline. If he wasn't God they'd probably run makeup guru/cursed amsr YouTube channel. Honestly he'd still run those as a God though. Also gender is a toy store and Owen is a kid who broke in after dark and is running along pushing all of the assorted genders into a cart while laughing maniacally (they use any pronouns but I stuck to just he/him they/them for this little snippet)

Alright, Lobotomy ocs done. Up next is.... Ugh... Octavious. He's originally a Danganronpa oc, the shsl gossip, and he was made to be a villian and by God does it show. He's the most fake, back stabbing, two faced character I've ever made. He's also the most one dimensional, which was actually intensional. He has no personality beyond being a petty, lying bitch, so when he runs out of lies and rumors to spread he goes into an existential crisis about how he has virtually no identity until he makes some new lie up about some random person. He's also abusive towards his younger sibling Aspyn, whom he has both physically and emotionally scarred. And, the icing on the "fuck this guy" cake, he's incredibly obsessive over his "wife" Melissa, who wants nothing to do with him and never even dated him, let alone married him. Basically he's a horrible, lying, abusive stalker. He also dresses exclusively in eye burn pink since the most poisonous bugs are usually brightly colored. Fuck Octavious, all my homies hate Octavious.

Next is Melissa, who honestly wasn't much better before her arc. She was raised to believe that in order to truely succeed in life, you have to ensure others fail. She, unfortunately, took that advice to heart. Get arc consisted of learning that we all can succeed together and that actively fucking other people over just made her an awful person, so she changed her behavior and tried to help people from then on out. She's incredibly meticulous, organized, and really smart. She still has issues trusting, but she's getting better. She has a crush on Octavious's younger sibling, but absolutely despises Octavious.

Aspyn is a quiet, caring individual who has no confidence both due to Octavious and just how they were raised. They are an incredibly skilled doctor, however, managing to perform amazingly in several different fields. They are, however, very defensive about thier passions, quick to insult anyone who questions them, mainly due to Octavious. They have a huge crush Melissa, but is to afraid to ask her out. Also they wear an eye patch because Octavious messed up one of thier eyes.

Hooo boy where to start with Edward. He's really inconsistent between universes, but the main constants are his power (he can trade bodies with people), him and Max getting together, him being a huge bookworm, and somehow he usually ends up being my self inserts dad???? Hos other aspects tend to change. Sometimes he's a power hungry megalomaniac who's trying to take over the world and will crush anyone and everyone who gets in his way or isn't useful to him, using his power evily to stay young forever by trading bodies with his kids and killing them when they're in his body. Other times, he's a fairly calm, if not a little cold, man whos biggest crime is the occasional tax evasion, who's power is more of a curse, causing him to stay alive forever through a series of unfortunate coincidences. Either way he's fun to write

Max is one of my favorite characters. He loves baking, his friends and family, he isn't too bright but no one holds that against him. Unfortunately, no matter which side of Edward it is, he's hopelessly in love with him, which can lead to his downfall. He's very protective of his cousin Heron, and tries to protect the innocent, which he usually doesn't end up doing thanks to evil Edwards manipulation. I also somehow failed to mention he's a plant man and flowers sprout wherever he walks and he can control plants but I couldn't find a good way to fit that in naturally.

Heron is half a plant man, in the worst possible way. He has rose vines instead of blood, which feels exactly how you think it would. Magic keeps his alive luckily, but it's unbelievably painful. Most of him and Max's family died when they were young, and unlike Mac who ended up on the streets, Heron ended up in an orphanage, where he learned at a young age that he shouldn't get close to anyone because if he does, they'd die. He genuinely believes that, and the only person he thinks is immune, is his cousin Max, who he even still expects to drop dead. Heron mainly fights by breaking his skin so his vines will grow rapidly and trap and kill his attacker, which looking back is uh. Kinda symbolic. I didn't do that on purpose but it fits

Eden is an angel, who was outcasted from heaven after being framed for a crime they didn't commit. They don't understand how humans work, but is trying thier best to fit in. He's one of the few beings Heron trusts, and even still Heron doesn't trust them much because of Eden's ability, being able to control holy flames. Eden is stoic and aloof, with an odd sense of humor. He insists that him baking using his holy flames is a form of training. Despite them claiming to be above human emotions, they very much are not above them and he is actually quite emotional.

Avocado is one of Herons old friends, who fell victim to Herons "luck" (aka they died). They are a drider (basically spider centaur) who came from a large family of drider thieves. They are very quiet and kind, which they use to thier advantage, since one would thing they'd steal small objects from people's houses or pickpocket them, which Avocado very much does. While they're fairly weak in combat thier thieving skills are not to be underestimated.

Grape is Avocados older sibling, and they are very serious and quite rude. Grape wants to kill Heron to avenge thier sibling, but ends up getting caught robbing the wrong person and ends up having to join the person's kids adventuring party.

Apple is the oldest drider sibling, and ends up taking a motherly role for all of the younger kids. They had to grow up incredibly fast, and has to make all of the hard decisions in place of thier dying father. Desperately needs a break.

There's more spider siblings but there isn't much info on them

Both Sherry and Theodore Poser are mainly just there because I have them really fun designs and don't really have a personality. Sherry's kinda hard to draw though

#this took forever but oh well #im also not tagging every individual oc lol #asks #aki no nyo #gay purple ocs #gay purple posts #long post

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