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moonchild9350 · 2 days ago

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Requiem of the Future

summary: in the future life is dismal as you live day to day trying to make it under the rule of the mega corporations. however, things may change as you and minho are tasked to steal data from a company called Onyx Corp. that can change the world. The only problem is you’re both enemies. in the dog eat dog world of the dystopian future, will you make amends for the sake of humanity or succumb to the feelings of hate.

pairing: Minho x fab!reader

genre: cyberpunk au, acquaintances/enemies to lovers au, sci fi au, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 13.4k

warnings: use of guns, mention of blood, alcohol usage, soft dom. minho, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, multiple rounds, cum tasting, use of term kitten, teasing, other stuff I don’t want to spoil (as usual heh)

notes: my longest fic yet lol. but this was inspired by the video game Cybperpunk 2077! maybe a part two if you'd like? also i snuck hyunjin in here soo enjoy that lol. let me know! as always please let me know what you think of the fic, i love your feedback :)

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You awoke with a start to the raucous of your neighbors arguing in the hall, their loud voices cutting the dream you were having short. You blinked a few times before rubbing your eyes as you groaned. ‘This is bullshit’ you thought as you were fully awake now, any promise of sleep steadily slipping away with each passing second.

There was a rustle next to you as a body turned over, letting out a grunt as they settled in once more.

“Rub it in why don’t you,” you mumbled as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stretched your back, sighing as you heard a few satisfying clicks.

Your ex boyfriend Axel was fast asleep in your bed after a night of frivolities, the soreness between your legs a reminder of the events. Yes, you know it’s not the smartest idea to keep letting him into your bed, but hey what can you say, he just fucks you so good that you feel the effects for at least a few days after.

However, you hated when he slept over, as it was a reminder of your stupid mistake. Locating his clothes, you picked them up and tossed them at him, smirking when he let out a grunt and ‘Fuck.’

“Rise and shine asshole,” you said as Axel sat up disgruntled, holding his shirt and pants to his chest.

“The fuck you do that for?” He grumbled, as he stayed within the confines of your bed.

“Because I want you out. I got shit to do.”

You shuffled through the clothes in your closet, settling on a pair of jeans and a black crop top.

“You better be gone by the time I’m done,” you warned as you turned on your shower, not bothering to look at your ex.

You stepped in the little cube and let out a shiver, cursing under your breath at the temperature. The water was never warm, maybe lukewarm at best if you were lucky. You’re lucky you even have an apartment with running water in the first place. Oh what an extra three hundred Neuro Credits could get you.

You quickly washed up, the dingy bar of soap you rubbed over your body was almost gone, you’d have to acquire some more soon if you wanted to smell decent. You ran water and some of the suds over your hair before rinsing it out, letting out a groan as you accidentally got the suds in your eyes.

Once you deemed yourself clean enough, you shut the water off and grabbed your towel, wrapping your body in the soft fabric. As you dried off, you peeked around the corner, checking to see if Axel was still in your bed, but smirking when you saw he was gone. You slipped into your clothes and then eyed your appearance, deciding how you wanted to fix yourself today.

Your eyes roamed over your wet hair, taking in the midnight blue strands sticking to your face. You’d have to dye your hair again soon. You had modifications to your temple, the metal designs carefully framing your face, adding to your appearance. There were bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep, as you have been picking up extra jobs these days to pay your rent and other things like basic necessities.

Your favorite part of you however were your series of four piercings, set perfectly along your cleavage. You decided on this modification on a whim, the piercing itself hurting like a bitch, but it added to your appeal and have not once regretted your decision to get them.

You pressed a button on the wall, a small panel opening up with a hologram prompting you to enter your command. You chose the makeup option and opted for teal blue eyeshadow and mascara, topping it off with a plum lipstick. Your option appeared on your face, not a smudge present, but the makeup instead perfectly applied.

Satisfied with your look, you slipped into your clothes and combat boots. You made sure your windows were locked and headed out the door into the dingy hallway of your apartment building. The walls were stained, and a light was flashing. You paid no attention to the couple that was still arguing, wraths of smoke filling the air as they waved their cigarettes in each other’s faces.

You took the lift to the bottom floor, stepping out into the bright sunlight as the city moved around you. People flooded past you on their way to who knows what, most looking dejectedly at the ground, mumbling about the lack of work or Neuro Credits.

So was life in Rosora. It was pretty common to have the most recent technological modifications to your body, the best gadgets and appliances, but satisfactory food was hard to come by unless you had rare items to trade or an abundance of Neuro Credits. If you were sick or injured, medicine or seeing a doctor was near impossible unless you knew someone or was someone higher up the food chain.

Rosora was a mega city, with millions of people calling it home. The city was divided into three zones, with most apartment buildings being located in Rosora itself. The business district where the higher ups who worked for Onyx Corp. was part of zone Farlan. Most people have never even been to that zone as only those who are somebody were allowed past the security checkpoint.

The recreation zone was part of Cyberlina, an area filled with entertainment centers, clubs, modifications centers, etc. This zone was pretty popular, the people of Rosora opting to spend most of their time there, wasting the day and night away.

Lastly was Songill, not the safest area which was saying something. This zone was filled with gangs and criminals, the buildings more shabby and rundown. If you weren’t a member of any of these groups, it was best to stay away, especially after sundown as there was a high chance of you being robbed, harassed, or even worse killed.

You were on your way to Cyberlina, as you needed to trade for food, your stash running low back at home. However, you realized you left your ID at Neon Lights, a club that you frequent on a weekly basis. The walk didn’t take long, as you lived on the outskirts of Rosora.

You made your way down the dirty walkway, side stepping others who were bent over the curb, vomiting whatever drink they indulged themselves with overnight. As you came closer to the center of the area, a large purple building came into view, outfitted with a yellow neon sign that read the name of the club.

You greeted the bouncer who let you in immediately, as you were on the list of guests for immediate access. You entered the dark space, only illuminated by the dim lighting that lit the walkway. Some synth beat was blaring over the loudspeakers, even though it was mid-morning and scarcely any people present.

In the center of the club next to the dance floor and various dancing decks, was a bar, outfitted with every type of poison you could think of in this god forsaken city. Wiping down some glasses was a tall man with long black hair and muscular arms, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he tried to get a stain out.

“Hey Hyunjin,” you said as you slid into a stool, placing your head on the palm of your hand.

Hyunjin looked up and smiled, setting down the glass he was cleaning. “Hey y/n, back so soon?”

You chuckled and sat up straighter, “left my ID here last night. Need it to go nab some food. Gotta fuel up before tonight’s job.”

Hyunjin frowned at your statement, his eyes immediately landing on your face.

“You still thinking about going through with that?”

“Of course Hyun. I need the Neuro Credits. I’d be stupid to pass up this job.”

The job in question was a heist with one of your acquaintances who you occasionally go on requests with. Astra was your groups arms dealer, a man who understood anything that had a trigger on it. He was perfect for this job as you two were supposed to nab a security chip from a dealer, as the chip can neutralize any opponent instantly, making it the most sought after security system in Rosora.

You’ve been doing odd jobs like these for years, since you were a teen in fact, after your family died from a virus that attacked their cyberware, rendering them brain dead. In this city, it was either fight for survival or die and the latter didn’t seem too appealing. You were recruited by Chan, the leader of your group who taught you the ins and outs of this life, making sure you knew what was important for your survival.

He also introduced you to Hyunjin, his best friend and also your age. Hyunjin has been there for you throughout the years, leaning a shoulder to cry on when things were bad, providing you a place to stay when you couldn’t pay your rent, and just being the closest thing you had left of family. He worried about you constantly, not necessarily happy with you taking on dangerous odd jobs, even if it paid the bills.

“I wish you wouldn’t, y/n, this could be dangerous. Something is telling me this one may not go as smoothly as the others.”

He slid over a glass filled with amber liquid at that time, your hand catching it instantly before giving it a swirl and draining it in one go. The bitter taste slid down your throat, leaving a burning sensation behind as it settled within you.

“It’ll be fine. We’ll grab the chip and get out. Easy peasy.”

Hyunjin was not convinced. He loved you like a sister and didn’t want to see you get hurt but he knew better than anyone that nothing changes your mind once you accepted a job. Instead of arguing, he reached behind the counter and handed over a small gray card.

You picked it up and smiled, satisfied that you had your ID back. You tucked it away in your pocket and stood up.

“Thanks Hyun. Catch you later yeah?”

Hyunjin nodded and picked up the glass he was polishing before. “Of course.”

He saluted you and went back to work. Now that you had your ID, you could get what you set out to do beforehand. Exiting the bar, you made your way through the alleys, sidestepping mysterious puddles and people lounging against the brick walls.

You eventually came to a little stall, a young woman sitting on a stool by it scrolling through a magazine. As you approached, she grinned and set the magazine down and stood up.

“Y/n! Long time no see. Came to see my wares?”

“Hey Nora,” you greeted as you began to eye her stock. “Need to replenish my food supplies.”

Nora nodded and walked over to a little pile of bars. “Here’s what I have. I’ll even give you a discount since youre a dear friend. All of these for two hundred Neuro Credits. Whadda you say?”

Shit, two hundred Neuro Credits? That would take half of your credits you had in your bank account. You quickly looked through your stash, searching for anything you could trade. It didn’t take long for you to come across an item you knew she wouldn’t refuse.

“How about all of these for fifty Neuro credits plus this medical kit?” You said as you selected the kit in question so Nora could view it.

Nora looked over your trade, her eyes widening as she took stock of what was inside. “Shit y/n, this is a top grade medical kit. Ya sure you want to part with it?”

Nora was right. This was a highly sought after medical kit with supplies that are useful for any type of illness or injury. You hated to have to part with it, but food was equally as important.

“I’m sure. So do we have a deal?”

Nora nodded quickly, not giving your trade a second thought. She accepted the medical kit and credits, before handing you the stockpile of food.

“Thanks Nora,” you said gratefully as you stored the wares in your pack.

“Of course, come back anytime friend,” Nora said as she slightly bowed.

You shouldered your bag and began to walk back to your apartment. The time to rondavoux with Astra was drawing near. You thought over what Hyunjin had said, how he felt this job would not work out how you wanted. You trusted his opinions and felt slightly nervous for tonight, a feeling you rarely felt since you entered this lifestyle. However, you pushed those feelings aside as this job would pay out well if it was successful.

Once back inside your home, you set your bag down before grabbing one of the bars that you acquired. Plopping down on the couch, you opened the packet and took a bite, savoring the shitty taste of freeze dried chicken and a mix of vegetables. Your phone went off then, the shrill tone loud in your otherwise quiet room.

You looked at the ID and saw it was Echo your group’s tech specialist calling. Sighing, you pressed accept and said, “Why if isn’t Echo.”

“Y/n,” Echo said with a chuckle, “ready for tonight’s deal?”

“As ready as I ever am,” you said as you finished off your bar.

“Well let’s go over the details one last time okay? You and Astra will be meeting with Sych at eight oclock sharp. When I say sharp, I mean it. He does not like to be kept waiting. The Neuro Credits will be in your account ready to transfer once you see the chip…only after you see the chip. Got it? Once the transfer is made, get the chip and go, no chit chat.”

“Yeah, yeah, be careful, watch your back, I know the deal Echo,” you responded as you rolled your eyes.

It was always the same spiel with him, warnings, advice, how to do your job. You knew his heart was in a good place, but after hearing it for the millionth time, it kinda got on your nerves.

“Listen, we need this chip so no fucking up. I will be with you virtually, sending you shots of the area so you know what and who’s ahead. Astra has already been briefed. He’ll be waiting for you at the meeting spot at six.”

“Thanks, I’ll be there,” you said before ending the call.

You looked at the clock and noted you had a few hours before you needed to meet Astra. Maybe you’d take a quick nap, get some sleep so you could focus tonight. As you were getting into bed, however, your plan was foiled as there was a sharp rap on your door.

You walked over and opened it, frowning as you noticed Axel was back on your doorstep.

“Hey baby, thought I’d come see you before you had to work tonight,” he purred looking at you expectedly.

Damn he knew you well. Sighing, you let him in, slamming the door behind him. You barely took two more steps in when he grabbed you by your waist, his lips slotted with yours hurriedly before spinning you around and bending you over the kitchen counter.

You let out a moan as he discarded your pants and dragged his finger through your folds and teasing your clit. You could hear the rustle of his pants as he pushed them down his legs to free his cock.

“I’ll make this quick baby don’t worry, just how you like.”

As he pushed in, spreading your walls, you both let out a groan, succumbing to the feel of each other. Axel fucked you hard and fast, not giving you time to adjust, the sting of not prepping before hand turning you even more. You gripped the counter as he hit your spot every time, bringing you closer to your orgasm with each thrust. If there was one thing axel did right, it was fuck you, as he knew what spots to hit, how to get you to your high fast.

He angled his hips so he could fuck you deeper and with this you let go, your pussy clenching around his cock as he unloaded within you with a grunt. He gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and helping you stand.

“There, better?” He asked as he helped you dress.

“Shut up,” you said as you slapped his hand away.

You walked to the door and opened it, waiting for him to leave. Axel shook his head and exited your apartment, saying “you know how to reach me,” over his shoulder.

Once the door was closed and he was out of sight, you rested your head on the door and closed your eyes. That would be the last time you told yourself. It had to be for both of your sakes.

You stole a glance at the clock and noticed you had an hour to get ready. Deciding to take another shower, you made your way to the bathroom and turned the water on. Quickly, you washed yourself off and stepped out, drying yourself and walking to your closet.

You settled on an all black ensemble for tonight’s job, sliding into your leather pants and a black bralette, finishing the look off with your studded, black leather jacket. You slid your combat boots back on and fluffed your hair.

You had a little more time before you had to leave to go meet Astra, so you made sure your cyberware was in good shape and all controls where they needed to be. You made sure to grab your gun and sheath your pocket knife in your secret pocket. Hopefully neither would have to be used tonight.

Satisfied with your look and deeming yourself ready, you placed your earpiece in your ear and switched it on, bracing yourself for the brief static it gave off once on. ‘Time to go,’ you thought as you left your apartment.

The night air was stagnant, the city quiet as many people opted to stay indoors once nightfall hit. The occasional car passed by you, music blaring as it rolled away towards its destination. The skyline was lit up, neon lights everywhere promising more than what it could offer.

You were happy for your jacket as it was chilly, a light wind present as it gently whipped around you. As you approached the meeting spot, you noticed Astra propped up against a pole, his phone in hand. He looked up when he heard your footsteps and straightened up to greet you.

“Y/n.”

“Astra.”

A simple greeting was all you two shared, neither one of you very talkative at the moment. You both understood the importance of tonight’s job and were both a little nervous as to what could come. Astra was a good partner to have, always looking out for you and he was an expert marksman. At six foot even, he towered over most opponents, who cowered away in fear but occasionally, one thought they could challenge him and that’s when his weapons would come out.

You knew he was strapped, his babies hidden in the least expected of places.

“Ready to do this?” He asked, giving you a nervous chuckle.

“Let’s do this.”

You both headed towards a parking garage and stopped at one of the cars. It unlocked as you approached, recognizing your profile. You got in the driver’s seat as Astra got in as a passenger. The car turned on and adjusted its settings to your liking before backing out of the spot and merging onto the road.

The drive to Songill was quiet, neither one of you offering up a single word. The tension was palpable, the air filled with the possibilities of how tonight could go. You watched as the buildings passed by, the lights a blur as the car sped down the street.

As you approached the destination, Echo’s voice could be heard through the car’s speakers, “you’re approaching the meeting spot. I don’t see but three people there, but of course be on your guard as backup could be hiding in the buildings. Remember the plan, do the exchange, get the chip, and get out.”

You and Astra hummed in agreement and opened your doors as you were now at the spot. As you stood up, two men approached you with scowls on their faces.

“Y/n?” The one closest to you asked. You couldn’t help but think he reminded you of a tiger, an animal ready to pounce.

“The one and only,” you responded with a smirk.

“Follow me.”

You followed the two men over to a fire, sitting down on the stump that the man gestured to. Astra sat right next to you, his eyes set on the men in front of you. There was a moment of silence as the other’s sat down, that is until a burly man walked out of the nearest building.

He seemed like one not to mess with as he was buff and his body was littered with scars, including one that ranged from his scalp to his chin. He sat down in the chair across from you with a grunt.

“Well, if it isn’t the famed y/n. Finally get to meet you.”

You narrowed your eyes at the man, not buying his pleasantries. You wanted to get this over with so you could go to bed at a decent hour tonight.

“Cut the bullshit, you got what we want or not?” you demanded.

Sych sized you up as he frowned, clearly not happy that he was ignored. “Now, now, why rush right into business. Why don’t you sit and chat a while huh? Then we can get to it.”

“Nah, we’re gonna get to business now. Unlike you, I like to get to bed early.”

Sych chuckled at this, a loud laugh that echoed in the alley you all were in. “All business and no fun huh? Relax darling, I have what you want right here.”

You watched as he rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a small box. He carefully uncapped it and presented the goods inside. It took everything in you to not leap for the box and make a run for it, however, Astra placed a hand on your knee as if he could read your thoughts. You took a deep breath and let it out.

“Here it is, the most high tech security system of our time. Pop this beauty in and anyone within a fifty feet radius will be analyzed and either let through or eliminated. Now my question is, you got the funds?”

“Of course we have the funds,” you scoffed, offended that he would imply that you didn’t.

You readied the agreed amount, presenting the number to Sych. He looked over the details before smiling.

“Excellent, go ahead and transfer it over.”

You nodded and pressed send, the amount immediately leaving your account and ending up in his. As soon as he confirmed the Neuro credits were there, he handed over the chip. You grasped the box tightly and put it in your pocket for safekeeping and made to get up. The job was done so there was no need to hang around.

However, as you began to walk away with Astra in tow, you were stopped in your tracks by two of the men. You were not sure why they stopped you both, but you could feel your temper rising at their actions.

“What the fuck is this?!” You exclaimed, “get out of our way.”

“No, no, no y/n. There seems to be a problem,” Sych said.

You turned around and stared at the man, confused at his statement. He smirked at you, his face screaming ‘I caught you.’

“You thought you could infect my cyberware with that transfer didn’t you? Cause that’s what seems to be happening. Good thing I have modifications to protect against just that.”

“The fuck are you talking about? There’s no virus with that transfer,” you countered, but your voice wavered as you were unsure of yourself.

‘Echo’ you thought. This screamed your group’s tech guru all over.

“I don’t like being fucked over y/n. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to hand over that chip back and then leave or we will kill you. Sounds like a deal?”

Hand the chip over? That would not be an option, you needed the Neuro credits so you could survive, you were banking on it. You could feel Astra begging you to see reason from beside you, but you ignored him and continued to stare at Sych.

“Absolutely not. We had a deal. We trade the chip for 300,000 Neuro credits. You got the funds, we have the chip, so we can leave.”

You turned to walks towards your car when it happened. There was a brief silence and then a loud crack followed by your scream piercing the air. Another crack resounded in the area, causing you to scream again. You fell to the ground, an agonizing pain in your right leg and lower abdomen causing you to howl.

You stared at the sky as more cracks filled the air and men screamed. Your vision went in and out, the buildings above you turning fuzzy with each passing moment. You could hear a ringing in your ears, the sound so loud, it was driving you insane. Your hand went to your belly and you felt something cold and liquid. With what little strength you had, you eyed your hand, letting out a groan as you recognized your hand was covered in blood.

You laid there in agony, thinking this is the end, you were going to die. And as the night sky slowly disappeared, you slipped into the dark, your mind going black and your body relaxing as the pain dissipated. — — You heard soft music playing and you were warm and comfy. Maybe this is what heaven feels like or hell or wherever the hell you go after you die. You don’t want to open your eyes, not yet. You want to stay in this bliss for a little longer before you have to face the reality of your death.

However, you suddenly felt a presence near you, murmuring your name. That voice sounded almost like Hyunjin’s…but it couldn’t be. Not unless he died too. Your eyes snapped open and looked around, recognizing you were back in your apartment.

Hyunjin was sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with concern as he held a wet rag in his hand.

“Y/n! You’re awake!”

“Hyunjin?” You croaked, your voice not quite working.

“Shh, don’t talk. You just rest. I’ll get you some water,” Hyunjin said as he fussed over you.

You watched as he scampered over to the sink and filled a glass with water, just to hurry back to your side. He helped you sit up, your body stiff from lying down.

“Easy now,” he cautioned as he helped you drink.

You groaned as the water went down your throat, quenching your thirst. Once you were done, Hyunjin helped you get comfortable again, fluffing your pillows, making sure your blankets were tucked under you properly.

“Hyun, what happened?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. After all, last thing you remember, you were bleeding out on the street after the deal went wrong.

Hyunjin hesitated for a moment before saying, “you were shot multiple times, in the belly and leg y/n. You almost bled out but were able to be saved after reinforcements were called in. You’re patched up for the most part, but things probably won’t be the same for you due to your injuries and not really having the care you need…cause you know it’s expensive and there’s not really many surgeons here in Rosora.”

So you were shot, you thought so but in the chaos of it all you weren’t sure. And you weren’t able to get proper care, of course not, as you were on the bottom of the pole, broke, not anyone of any significance. Despite this, you wondered how the deal went wrong? You remember Sych saying there was a virus embedded in the transfer. Did someone from the group try and hack into his system?

You mind was wandering, going over everything you could remember, so much so that you didn’t hear Hyunjin call your name.

“Y/n!” He said again, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You looked at your best friend and chuckled at the face he was making.

“Don’t worry about that okay? You just focus on resting and recovering. I have to run out and check on my bar, but I’ll be back a little later. Call me if you need me okay?”

You nodded and watched him get up and head out, the door shutting softly behind him. This world was really messed up, so much so you were screwed if you weren’t rich. Your family faced this dilemma too and look how they ended up. You were fuming, your anger rising as you spent the time laid up in bed. You wished you could do something about this misery, help bring down the higher ups. But how? How could you, one person do that?

You were interrupted by your phone ringing, the ID saying it was Echo.

“Hello?” You said, waiting for the man to say something.

“Oh! You’re awake! Good, I was hoping you would pull through after that disaster of a job. It’s okay though cause I have another proposition for you. One that can pay out big and bring down the rich dogs.”

At that your interest peaked, wanting to hear more of what he had to say.

“Go on,” you said, settling in bed more.

“We need you to break in Onyx corp. and steal data, data that can be used to come up with a cure to illnesses, take care of injuries, help ailments in general for all, no matter your status. This could be a huge breakthrough if we can get our hands on this. And the payout is huge. Fifty million Neuro credits. So what do you say?”

This would be a huge breakthrough, you had to agree. A way for everyone to be able to have medical care no matter their status? You were hooked just on that prospect as you sit in your sick bed yourself. You couldn’t help but imagine what your family would be doing today if they had access to such a thing. And all it would take is a simple upload to your cyberware and you’d have instant care.

Also, the payout was a huge bonus. You couldn’t help but imagine all the things you could buy and do with that many Neuro credits. You think you would have learned from taking this high stakes deals, but there was too much riding on this one. You really could be more than a cog in the wheel with this job. You’d regret it if you didn’t take it.

“Okay, I’m in,” you said simply, excitement brewing within you.

“Excellent! I’ll let Chan know. Oh and you will have a partner for this, you haven’t worked with him yet, but he’s good at these type of things.”

A partner? And one you haven’t worked with? Maybe things were too good to be true.

“Who is it?”

“His name is Minho. He joined the group about two years ago but usually sticks to high paying job, like this one. He’ll be good for this job. Only thing is, he can be a little stubborn, but don’t worry, you’ll be able to get around that I just know it. I’ll be in touch with the details of the job soon. Oh and Minho will stop by and visit you soon so you can get acquainted with each other.”

Before you could say anything else, Echo hung up leaving you speechless. Minho. He sounded like he was going to be a pain, but what could you do. You’d have to put up with him no matter what so you can get this data and the credits.

Maybe things were looking up for you. Maybe this would be your second change at life and one to make a difference at that. And hopefully this Minho will see it the same way as you do.

A week passed with you sitting at home recovering, slowly gaining your strength back. Hyunjin stayed by your side, caring for you when he didn’t have shifts at the bar. It was nice to spend time with your best friend, especially when you were sober and not shit faced after a night out of forgetting whatever job you most recently completed.

You had yet to tell him about this new job you took on, knowing he wouldn’t be too keen to accept it. But, he’s your best friend and you’d have to tell him at some point.

Both of you were snuggled on your couch, watching some lame show while snacking on some protein bars. You felt cozy and warm, sleep threatening to take hold as time went by. However, you forced yourself to stay awake as you needed to tell Hyunjin about the job. It was now or never.

“Hyun? Can I tell you something?” You asked, looking up at his face.

He looked down at you and lightly gave you a squeeze, “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, once I’m healed, I kinda took on a job…”

You let that sink in, the silence getting longer with each passing second. Hyunjin furrowed his eyes at your statement and you’re sure he was trying to make sure you said that you were accepting jobs again.

“Y/n, you just got hurt because of one of these jobs, shot multiple times may I add. Why do you want to continue putting yourself in danger?”

You let out a sigh. Of course he wouldn’t understand but maybe you could talk it through.

“This job is really important. Especially because I just got injured and you know... given my family history. This could help out all of humanity Hyun. I have to take this.”

Hyunjin was quiet for a moment, considering your words. He knew how much this meant to you and how much your past has affected you and now this. If you believe this a job that could help not only you but humanity as a whole who was he to stop you.

“Okay…just,” Hyunjin paused for a moment before pulling you closer. “Just be careful.”

“Always Hyun,” you whispered as you held him close, burying your head in his chest, breathing in his scent that has always calmed you.

You’d come back to him. You made a promise to your best friend and it was one you’d intend to keep.

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The next day, you were cleaning up your space and airing out the place. It had been a while since you had tidied up a bit, being out of commission and all. You hummed the song that was playing on the radio and wiped down the table, a soft breeze blowing through your window and cooling off the room.

Your wounds still bothered you occasionally, but for the most part they had healed, as much as they could at least without extensive treatment. You had some additional scars now to your appearance, a wicked scar present on your leg and one on your belly. The faded pink spread across the skin in a delicate pattern, adding to the aesthetic of your appearance.

As you began cleaning your shower, there was a soft but demanding knock on your door. Muttering to yourself, you set your towel down and walked to the door, opening it with a frown on your face.

On the other side was a man with purple hair, the strands long and framing his face. His brown eyes bore into yours as he stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was grimacing, almost as if he realized he was at the wrong apartment.

“Who are you?” You asked in a not so polite tone. He interrupted your cleaning after all.

“Minho,” he said simply as he continued to glare at you.

You regarded this man called Minho, eyeing his muscular arms to his toned legs. He had a scar that spanned from the right side of his scalp and ended just below his eye. He had modifications as well, the metal adorning both sides of his cheeks. He was decked out in black, his black tank hugging his torso and skinny jeans snug against his thighs. He had a couple of piercings in his ears, the silver reflecting off the light coming from your apartment.

He was beautiful, this you couldn’t deny, plus something about him made you want to jump him, squeeze him, fuck…

“Earth to Y/n, you gonna let me in?”

You snapped out of your reverie and stepped out of the way. Minho stepped into your apartment, eyeing your shitty sanctuary with curiosity. Before you could notice though, his face returned to a scowl.

“Well we’re working together and I told Echo I’d stopped by so here I am. He suggested we discuss a training schedule to get you back in the game since you know…” He said as he gestured toward your legs.

This little shit. What was he implying? That your injuries would slow you down? You felt you blood boiling, your face heating up as your temper rose.

“You little…” you began but was stopped mid-sentence as Minho held up a hand.

“He also said you’d most likely be ticked off. Listen we need to work together so we can get this done. I don’t care what happened to you, I just want to train, get this job done and then never have to see you again.”

You crossed your arms at that and huffed. You really didn't like his attitude, his sharp responses and snarky behavior getting on your last nerves. You just met the man, but you knew you hated him and seems as if the sentiment was shared.

“Fine.” You said as you turned around muttering 'asshole' as you went back to scrubbing your shower.

You imagined it was Minho’s head as you scrubbed the tiles, imagining erasing that smug look off of his face. You were lost in your own world when you felt a presence behind you.

Turning around you looked up and noticed Minho staring at your ass.

“Uhh can I help you?” You asked with a smirk.

Minho continued to look at you, not even trying to hide the focus of his attention.

“No, not at all. Keep cleaning.”

You shook your head and turned back to scrubbing, putting your all with each stroke. You decided to tease him, sticking out your ass even more so he could get a good look at something he’d never have. You wiggled your hips and arched your back, presenting for the man standing behind you.

Once you were done, you hosed the shower down and turned the water off. Turning around, you chuckled as you took in the sight of Minho. His eyes were dilated and breathing heavy. Your eyes traveled down briefly to his pants and widened as you noticed a thick bulge threatening to pop out of his pants. Damn he must be big.

Quickly you looked back to his face, blushing as you noticed he saw you looking.

“I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early kitten.”

Minho turned on his heels and exited your apartment, the door closing softly behind him.

What just happened. You stood there stunned, not sure what to think or do after that introduction. This was going to be fun you thought as you walked to your kitchen to grab a snack.

-- --

True to his word, Minho was at your door bright and early, ready to train. You weren’t as enthused, but begrudgingly grabbed your bag and followed him out the door and down the hallway to the lift.

Once on ground level, he walked over to a sleek black car, opening the drivers side and getting in.

“Well get in,” he said impatiently as you stood on the curb.

You opened the door and slid in, ogling the plush leather seats and interior of the car. Everything inside was clean, almost as if it was brand new.

The ride to the gym was silent, Minho staring straight ahead as he drove to Cyberlina. He pulled into a parking spot and got out, waiting for you to exit as well.

He walked up to the gyms door and ushered you inside, and made his way to the front desk.

“Lee,” he said to the receptionist, who nodded and walked away guiding you two to an empty but private practice room.

Minho stepped in and began prepping for your session, his back to you the entire time. Once he was done, he noticed you were just standing there.

“Why are you just standing there? Need some help kitten?”

You looked at him noticing the smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and began to unpack your bag. This man was going to be the death of you.

Practice went on and Minho helped you rebuild your strength, assisting you with stretches and various drills. You were definitely out of shape and as much as you wanted to admit he was wrong about needing to help you train, you had to say this was needed as you had lost a lot of mobility since your last job.

As practice came to an end, you could barely walk, your muscles sore and tense from the intense session. You were more than happy to sit down and catch your breath for a moment.

Minho noticed your predicament, concern on his face that maybe he worked you too hard.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyebrow raised as he assessed you.

“I’ll be fine,” you said with a wave of your hand. “Let’s go.”

Minho nodded and you both walked back to his car. He drove you back to your apartment in silence, focusing on the road as everyone was out and about making their way to clubs and bars to get drunk once again.

At your building, you bid him goodbye and made your way home, happy that there was a lift instead of stairs, as you’re not sure you would have made it otherwise.

Once inside, you turned on the water and stripped your clothes off and stepped under the stream. You quickly washed yourself and then got out, dressing hurriedly before collapsing in bed.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out, tired from exhaustion. Hopefully you’ll gain your strength back and then you’ll be back to how you were before the accident.

-- —

Training continued, Minho went hard on you and pushed you to your limits. Everyday you found yourself getting stronger, your stamina building. You didn’t arrive home exhausted anymore but now energized, ready to keep the action going.

Another thing that changed was your relationship with Minho. You both have now developed a tolerable bond with each other, both of you falling in step comfortably. He still pushed your buttons and carried the attitude, but you found a pleasurable feeling was present whenever he smirked at you, his plush lips rising up as he teased you.

The tension was so palpable at times that you felt like you couldn’t take it, needing to get some air to calm down.

Today was one of those days after Minho helped you with your aim, his soft hands helping you prop your arm how it should be. His palms were running over your hips to adjust your stance, the feeling electric as his hands touched your skin.

Your panties were soaked with your arousal, the cotton sticking to your skin. You felt your vision go fuzzy, as you stared at your target, Minho's warm breath tickling your neck as he waited for you to pull the trigger.

You refocused, needing to get him away from you as quick as possible. You squinted your eyes briefly, lining up your field of vision on your target. Taking a deep breath, you slowly let it go before pulling the trigger, your shoulder jerking slightly with the recoil as the bullet hit the center of the dummy’s chest.

“Very good kitten,” Minho whispered in your ear causing shivers to run down your spine.

You swallowed and slowly turned around to face him, blush tinting your cheeks as he stared into your eyes. You set the gun down on the table, so that way no one’s legs would get shot off.

“What’s wrong hmm?” He cooed as he stepped closer. “You’re always so feisty and have something to say, cat got your tongue?”

You shook your head no, words eluding you as he was standing right in front of you. You closed your eyes, succumbing to his scent and his warm hand as it found its way to your cheek, slowly stroking the skin as you took shallow breaths.

A moment passed and then two and then you felt his lips on yours, soft and gentle as if he was testing it out. However, the dynamic shifted suddenly as he bit your lower lip and deepened the kiss, pulling you flush to his body.

You let out a moan as his hands roamed your body and traced every curve as if he was memorizing the dips and turns of your body. He licked your bottom lip, and shoved his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. He kissed you slow but with passion, his hard on evident within his pants as he rutted into your thigh.

You rolled your hips against him as you clutched his shirt but all too soon he pulled away causing you to let out a whine.

“Needy kitten,” he teased as he ran his thumb along the corner of his lip, collecting any spit that was leftover.

“Let’s get you home hmm,” Minho said as he turned around to pack his bag.

The car ride was tense, neither one of you speaking after your encounter. You watched the buildings pass by out of your window, eyeing the run down corners, filled with crowds of people huddled together with bottles in their hands.

However, as you stared at them, your mind went to the kiss, how his lips felt on yours, gentle yet demanding. How his hands felt on your body like a brand that was searing your skin, leaving it to feel hot and tinglingly once he removed his hand.

Your mind was still on him when you felt a hand on your knee, shaking you out of your thiughts.

“We’re here,” Minho said softly.

You looked out the window and sure enough he was right, as you recognized the tattered building that you called home. You got out of the car without saying a word and made your way to your apartment.

Once inside, you quickly changed and grabbed a glass to fix something strong and taking a sip followed by tossing back the rest, the liquor sliding down nice and easy. You filled your cup up some more right as someone knocked on your door. You knocked the drink back and went to open the door.

On the other side was Axel, smirking as he usually does when he shows up at your doorstep. Maybe it was the liquor that was sitting nicely on your belly or maybe it was just your long, complicated history with your ex or it could also have been the thought of that kiss you shared with Minho but you pulled Axel in your lips locking with his instantly in a heated kiss.

You kicked the door shut and tumbled through your apartment, both of you fumbling to get your clothes off as quick as possible. You succumbed to the lust, as Axel pleasured your body, your mind set on a certain purple haired man instead.

And as your orgasm hit, you felt an ounce of shame as you couldn’t help but wish it was Minho’s name you were screaming instead of this dead beat on top of you.

You let your ex stay the night, needing company. You knew you’d regret it tomorrow but consequences be damned. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice how tired you looked as dark circles were under your eyes, your modifications making you look like a zombie instead of the typical you.

You splashed some water on your face, flinching as you heard Axel behind you, his arms snaking around your waist causing you to cringe.

Right as you were about to escape his grasp, there was a knock on your door. You quickly scampered over, not caring that you were only in a tank top and skimpy panties.

As the door opened, you gasped at your visitor. Minho was standing there, two coffees in hand, and his eyebrows raised at your appearance.

“Well good morning to you too,” he teased, his eyes running down your body and back up.

He stepped in your apartment, ignoring how you were silent as you were still stunned. However, he stopped short, his eyes on Axel who was frozen in place as well.

“Who the fuck are you?” Minho asked, his temper rising at the thought of another man’s hands on you.

Minho knew he had no right to be angry, it’s not like you two were together. However, over the last few weeks, he’s felt a change in his feelings. His heart raced when you walked in the room, your feisty demeanor turning him on as you clapped back at whatever he just said.

You were absolutely stunning too which was icing on the cake. And here you were, in nothing but a tank top that didn't hide anything from the imagination and panties that might as well shouldn’t be there, with a man that’s not him.

Minho glared at the asshole, taking in his piercings and tattoos and his douche bag of a look. He turned to you as he saw panic on your face. Good, you should feel like you just got caught.

“This is Axel….he’s my ex.”

Minho stared at you in shock before looking back at the man in question.

“Him? He’s your ex? Oh kitten you could do so much better.”

You stared at Minho, ready to clap back, but Axel beat you to it. You noticed the look on his face and panicked, knowing that he had quite the temper and you didn’t want a fight on your hands.

“Umm Axel, why don’t you leave?” You said cautiously, putting out the fire before it started.

“Really? Whatever whore. Should have known you were just a piece of good pussy.”

At that Minho handed you the coffees and charged at Axel, bringing back his fist and connecting it to the man’s face. You heard a crunch and a yowl as Axel clutched his nose, blood dripping down his face.

“Get the fuck out.” Minho sneered.

Axel grabbed his stuff and dashed for the door, slamming it behind him. You set the coffees down and rushed to Minho, cradling his hand to your chest.

“Are you okay?” You asked, as you began to examine his hand.

You fussed with making sure there was no swelling, tsking at the scrapes that were present on his knuckles.

“Kitten, I’m okay,” Minho chuckled, tickled that you were so concerned for him. “Are you okay?” He followed up with as he brushed his good hand down your cheek.

You looked up him, taking in his softened facial features as he gazed sweetly at you. It was almost like it was a different Minho standing in front of you.

He bit his lip, pulling at the skin there as he stepped closer to you. You held your breath as he leaned down, slowly, slowly until he pressed his lips to yours. He wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss and capturing your moans.

He walked you backwards until you reached your bed, your back falling on the mattress as you let out a huff. You laid there staring at him, neither one of you making a move or saying a word. Instead you both listened to the cars on the street outside your windows, the damn neighbors of yours arguing once more, and the sound of a tv in another neighbors apartment.

Your eyes roamed his body, landing in his bulge that was ever present, leaving nothing to the imagination. Minho smirked when he noticed your attention on him, watching as you squeezed your thighs together as arousal dripped out of your pussy.

Taking a step and another step, Minho reached for his shirt as he said, “Let me fuck you better than your ex ever has yeah?”

You gasped speechless and spread your legs as he lowered his body onto yours, his shirt discarded elsewhere. You placed your hands on his chest, softly drifting them over his tanned skin. His eyes burned into yours as you came to his nipples and circled your finger over the peaked bud, smiling as he let out a low groan.

“Enough kitten,” Minho sneered as he pushed your hands out of the way.

He gripped your shirt and lifted it over your head, your breasts freed and available for him to gaze at. You sighed as he cupped the flesh and messaged them gently in his hands, brushing his thumbs across your nipples occasionally.

You arched your back at the sensation, his gentle touch driving you insane. You let out a mewl and said, “need you Minho.”

“Yeah?” He said as he smirked, his hands reaching for the waistband of your panties.

He pulled them down your legs and spread them wider, his eyes on your wet pussy. He groaned as he eyed your sopping core as he did himself of his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. You held your breath at the sight of his cock, his size the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Gonna fuck you so good kitten, make this pussy mine.”

“Please,” you said as you gestured for him to come closer.

Minho shuffled between your legs, getting comfortable as he slapped his cock against your folds and clit. His eyes were trained on your entrance as he pushed the tip of his cock down and in, moaning as your walls sucked him in.

“You’re so tight kitten, ex must have not been fucking you good,” Minho sneered as he pounded into you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls wrapped his cock.

Minho was losing his mind, you were wet, your slick coating your thighs, the sound heavenly as his hips met yours. He grabbed a handful of your breasts and kneaded the flesh, his eyes boring into yours.

You hated yet loved how his cock felt, hitting your spots just right, sending shocks of pleasure through you. You moaned with each thrust, your pussy letting him know just how good he was fucking you. However, the more he fucked you, the angrier you got, furious at how smug he is and how he thinks he can just waltz in here and take you.

“Fuck me harder Minho, can barely feel you,” you teased, smirking at the shock in his face.

Your gaze faltered however as Minho’s face turned feral, his ears turning red the angrier he got.

“Oh yeah? Can’t feel me huh kitten?”

At his words, he withdrew his cock and flipped you around and maneuvered you on your hands and knees. You barely had time to register the new position as his cock breached your entrance and he began thrusting into you at a fast pace.

Skin slapping skin rang throughout your apartment, your moans so loud you’re sure the neighbors could hear you. Minho let out a grunt as he bent over you and pushed your head into the mattress and bit down on your shoulder causing you to yelp.

“Can you feel me now? Huh? Feel me in this tight pussy of yours? Take it kitten, take every inch.”

Your pussy clenched at his words and a gush of fluids leaked out of your hole, dripping onto the bed and his pelvis, making an absolute mess. You could barely breath as you felt the coil build in your belly before snapping, your orgasm hitting hard and fast as your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the sensation.

“Did you come? Such a sweet kitten for me,” Minho cooed as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back.

You laid there drunk on his cock, taking what he gave you, listening to him grunt above you. It was becoming too much and you began to cry out at the overstimulation. Minho sped up before stilling his hips, spurts of his cum painting your walls white.

You could hear his moans as he emptied himself inside you, his hands drawing patterns on your back. As he came down, he pressed gentle kisses to your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Finally, he withdrew once more and helped you lay down on your back, pulling you close to his body to cuddle.

“You did good for me kitten,” he said as he pulled the blanket over both of you.

You felt good, which honestly was an understatement, your mind hazy, your body floating as you slowly succumbed to the warmth of Minho’s body.

The next morning you awoke and rolled over while stretching, but stopped short when you ran into a body instead. Your eyes popped open in surprise, confused for a moment on who was in your bed.

But then you remembered Minho and the night you spent together and you could feel the warmth creep up to your cheeks and your pussy clench in longing for his cock. Almost as if he could feel you looking at him, Minho opened his eyes and found yours in his sleepy haze, a smirk on his face.

Minho looked even more beautiful in the early morning hours, his eyes big and filled with sleep as he gazed at you, his lashes blinking away the long strands of hair that fell into his eyes. You thought he would have been gone by the time you woke up, but here he was, pulling you closer to his body as he buried his face in your hair.

“Morning kitten,” he said, his voice muffled as he nuzzled your head.

You whimpered as you clutched onto his shirt, pushing your lower half against his erection, the thought of his length filling you up causing your slick to leak out and coat your thighs.

It’s almost as if he could read your mind because he snaked his hand down between you two, grasping his hard cock just to sheath himself within you. You let out a moan as he filled you, the pleasure and slight sting feeling so good.

You both were a tangle of breathy moans and gasps as Minho rutted against you, his cock hitting your spot just right at this angle. He kept his head buried in your hair, his arms wrapped around your body as you buried your head in his chest.

Ever so slowly, your high built within, the feeling expanding until it built to crescendo, little shocks of pleasure spreading from your pussy to your legs all the way down to your toes.

You moaned Minho’s name as he continued to thrust within you, listening to his breathing increase as he reached his high, his cum filling you up and leaking onto the sheets. As you both came down from your highs, you clutched onto each other, savoring this slow moment together before the day began.

“Kitten, we have to get up yeah?” Minho murmured as he stroked your hair.

You wanted to lay here forever, warm in his embrace, the shitty world forgotten; however, you knew you had to get up, face the world and this job that was looming in the horizon.

You and Minho shuffled around, preparing to get ready to meet with Chan and the others. Neither one of you said a word, both of you understanding the seriousness of the situation that you both would be entering into later today.

You dressed in your black pants and black tank top, pulling on your boots as well. You outfitted your eyes on midnight blue eyeshadow to match your hair, your eyes accentuated by the color.

“Ready?” Minho asked as he stood by the door.

You nodded and followed him out of the door, joining the others of Rosora. The weather was nice which was promising, as completing jobs when it was raining or storming out was not really ideal.

Minho drove you both to your groups meetings spot and joined the others who were gathered around the warehouse, quietly mingling with each other. You stood in the corner, Minho joining you, his hand resting gently on your back.

The chatter died down over the next few moments as Chan entered looking determined. He looked around those gathered before speaking.

“Okay, let’s go over the plan one more time. Echo will hack into the security system and disarm it, giving us an in into the building. However, you will need to neutralize the guards however you see fit, although if we could avoid any casualties that would be best. Echo will also be on the lookout and clear a path for you as you make your way through the building. Astra will help you with any of your enhancements before you go. Let’s get this piece of data and change humanity.”

You shared a look with Minho before Chan approached you two.

“We’re counting on you two,” he said with hope.

You both nodded and watched him walk away to speak with the others. You began to check your enhancements, making sure they were all in working order. You had a variety of different ones that came in handy depending upon the situation, such as enhanced vision, one to help you with stealth, and a cool down after firing your built in weapon-a small pistol you reserved for the most severe of cases.

Minho checked his as well, as his included enhanced vision and hearing which will definitely come in handy for this job. Once done, you both walked back to his car.

The office was in Farlan, the business district, where all the wealthy resided and worked. You looked out the window, watching as the scenery changed from run down and people ambling around with no purpose, to nice skyscrapers with up kept greenery and clean streets. Those who walked the street were put together, dressed nicely as they made their way to their destinations.

It amazed but disgusted you how there was a difference between the two zones, how one lived in luxury while the other lived in squalor.

Onyx corp. was located in a large skyscraper, the sign indicating so big and present. No one was coming in or out, the company being closed today, hence why today was chosen.

Minho pulled to a parking lot a few buildings away, both of you getting out and stretching your legs after the drive. Walking to the building was nerve wracking, both of you dressed in a way that seemed out of place compared to those of Farlan.

As you approached the side door into the building, you heard Echo give you both the go ahead, the door opening automatically for you. Inside the building, it was dark and quiet, the halls empty as everyone was off.

There were no alarms, the security alarms and cameras turned off. Minho gestured for you to follow him, as he walked further into the entry way, walking ahead to what seemed like a set of elevators.

However, half way there you heard a set of footsteps followed by a flash of light. Quickly, Minho pulled you behind a wall, both of you holding your breaths as a guard patrolled the area, flashlight in hand. Minho focused on the guard and took in the guards weak points using his enhanced vision.

Once locked in, Minho gestured to you that he would take the guard. You nodded and watched as he waited until the precise moment the guard approached the area you two were hiding and lounged out grabbing the guard by wrapping his arm around his neck and applying pressure.

The guard stumbled and began to make strangled sounds, his hands clutching at Minho’s arms as he fought to get free. However, Minho had the advantage and increased the pressure on the man’s neck until he slumped down unconscious.

Minho dragged him behind the wall where you both were hiding and went on your way. As you approached the elevator, you gazed around taking in the grandeur and lavishness of the room, tsking in disgust. They really have everything, you thought.

The elevator pinged, the doors opening and you two stepped in pressing the penthouse floor button. The doors slowly closed and the elevator began to ascend quietly. You both stood in silence until a thought came in your head.

“I will be the one who hacks in the system to grab the data,” you said, looking expectantly at Minho.

“Absolutely not,” Minho said not giving your demand a moments thought.

“Why not? I deserve this after everything I’ve been through.” You let out a huff and crossed your arms. Yes you were being petty, but hey you wanted to be the one who nabbed the prize. You owed it to your family and to yourself.

“Kitten, I will be the one to grab the data. Not another word about it yeah?”

You glared at the man next to you, “you son of a bitch. You don’t own me. I will be the one to steal the data.”

You looked straight ahead in defiance, proud of yourself for sticking it him. This was your job after all, he’s just a side character in all of this.

One moment you were staring at the elevator doors, a smirk on your face and next you were pushed against the wall, Minho caging your body in as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Listen here kitten,” he murmured, his voice echoing in your ear. “You are feisty, but bad girls get punished and I don’t want to punish you. You will let me get the data and you will be a good kitten and help. Got it?”

Your breath caught at his words, warmth filling your core at his dominance. Your eyes found his, taking in his dilated pupils and look full of lust.

“No,” you said simply, a look of pure defiance on your face. You would not give into him, doesn’t matter that you slept with him.

Minho’s raised an eyebrow and breathed out a sigh. He leaned away to press the pause button, the elevator coming to a halt. He quickly walked back to you and caged you against the wall once more as he brought a hand to your pants and slipped them inside to touch you wet pussy.

He smirked as he slid his finger through your folds and lazily circled your clit, taking in your strangled gasps as you tried not to moan.

“Why are you wet kitten? You working after all,” he teased as he sped up his fingers, the glide easy as he spread your arousal around your clit.

“Minho…fuck!” You moaned as he slightly applied more pressure.

You gripped his arms as your breath came out in pants, your high approaching hard and fast. Minho bit his lips and watched you fall apart on his fingers, chuckling as you began to rock your hips.

“That’s it kitten, so naughty getting off on the job. Echo is on the other end of this line. He can hear you. Every. Single. Word. “

You mewled out as you released over his fingers, your squeals high pitched as Minho continued to circle your clit, his eyes straight on yours.

You slowly came down, resting your head on his chest and tried to regulate your breathing. Minho removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth and moaned as he tasted you.

“So sweet kitten,” he sighed as he walked back to the panel and pressed the pause button again, the elevator moving once more.

You were quiet as it continued its ascent. You arrived at the pent house floor, the doors slowly opening revealing a long dark hallway. Minho exited first, with you following closely behind.

The floor was quiet, eerily so. You got an uneasy feeling that someone was watching you, their eyes peering from behind a corner waiting to pounce. You activated your stealth mode, your footsteps becoming light and airy.

Minho came to a sudden stop, his ears glowing as they picked up a sound from one of the many rooms. He turned to the right and coming out of the shadows was a man and woman, dressed similarly, with a belt full of knives and an assault rifle in their hands.

They must be Nyx and Strider, the other guards for the company. You held your breath as they got closer but then stopped in their tracks, guns raised at the ready.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man yelled as he adjusted his gun, ready to fire at a moments notice.

Minho raised his hands up and kept eye contact on the two guards. “We mean no harm, just strolling through.”

“Stop fucking with us, I will shoot no questions asked.”

You knew they would, they seemed more of the shoot now ask later type of people. You could hear Echo telling you and Minho to keep stalling as he worked on a solution.

“Hey now,” you said as you stepped forward, “let’s not be hostile, let’s be friends yeah? Or how about this, I’ll give you a free show yeah? I’m sure you’re interested in what I have to offer,” you cooed.

You could feel Minho bristle in anger behind you but you paid him no mind. The two guards slightly lowered their guns as you started to take your jacket off, revealing your piercings and cleavage.

Their eyes honed in on your breasts as you started to untie the tie on your shirt, areas of skin being revealed inch by inch. Right as you were about to whisk your top off, an alarm sounded elsewhere in the building, loud and shrill in the quiet building.

“Shit,” Strider cursed under his breath.

“Sorry I’m sure you had lots of offer for us sweetheart but duty calls.”

Suddenly, they opened fire causing you to shriek as a rain of bullets pelted your way. There were yellow and orange flashes of lights as the guns went off, the shooters aiming anywhere they could as they swept the area.

Minho quickly pushed you out of the way, both of you rolling slightly on the ground, but away from the parade of bullets. You huddled against him as you listened to the gunfire, your mind going back to the incident with Astra.

Minho wrapped his arms around you to cradle you to him as smoke filled the hallway, providing cover over both of you. He could tell you were scared as you trembled in his arms.

You’re not sure how long you both stayed huddled like that, but minutes passed as the gunfire ceased and the smoke lifted. Minho activated his hearing enhancement, listening for any sign of movement or chatter.

Hearing neither he sat up a little bringing you with him.

“Are you okay kitten?” He asked, concern in his voice as he assessed you.

You nodded yes and wiped a stray tear that had fallen down your face.

“Good. Now don’t ever do that again. You are mine got it?” Minho countered, his voice gruff.

“Okay,” you agreed, still a little shaken up from what just happened.

As you two sat there, Echo came on and said, “you both should be clear the rest of the way. Get the data and get out of there.”

Minho nodded and stood up, offering his hand to you. You grabbed it and pulled yourself up, dusting the soot and dust from your clothes. You tied your top back and started to walk towards Cipher’s office.

As you came to the double doors, Echo made himself known again. “Doors unlocked. Good luck.”

Minho pushed them open and stepped in with you following behind. You took in the large office, spotless and industrial seeming, no ounce of personality in the space. Along one wall was a couch with many pillows, seeming the comfiest spot in the arid room. On the other wall was a large panel with blinking lights, a soft motor running in the background.

As you both approached, you expected an alarm to go off from some invisible barrier, but nothing happened, the area quiet as ever.

“Okay, let’s do this. Kitten?”

You looked at Minho in surprise. He was gesturing for you to walk forward and started the transfer. You smiled and looked at the panel, searching for a terminal to input your device.

Once you located it, you inserted the device, a click sounding as you pressed start. In less than a few seconds, the transfer was done and you logged off and relaxed your device back in your pocket.

“Got it, let’s go.”

Minho smiled at you and took your hand as both of you quickly exited the barren office.

“Excellent work!” Echo exclaimed, “Now get out. We’ll meet back at Neon City.”

You both backtracked your steps, shockingly not running into any more personnel. It seemed strange but stopping wasn’t an option, so you continued to head for the side door.

As you both stepped out into the blazing sun, you shielded your eyes as they adjusted the the bright light. Minho led you to the car, starting it and immediately pressing the gas once you were in.

“Fuck, we did it.” You said in awe, eyeing the piece of data in your inventory.

“Of course kitten, we make a great team huh,” Minho teased.

You chuckled and looked out the window, watching as Farlan disappeared and the scenery slowly turned back into run down Rosora. Minho didn’t stop until he got to Cyberlina, parking in the spot he usually used when he trained you.

You walked to Hyunjin’s bar, smiling big as you approached him. His eyes lit up at the sight of you followed by a look of relief as he realized you were safe. He eyed Minho, sizing him up as you got closer to him. He knew of your feelings about Minho, but he wasn’t up to speed about your little night spent together yet, so you understood his hesitation.

Hyunjin pointed you to one of the private rooms and you both entered the small room to join Chan, Astra, Echo and a few others.

“Welcome back you two,” Chan said as he gave you both a wide grin.

You and Minho sat down amongst the cheers. You picked up a beer and popped the cap and took a long swig, savoring the wheaty taste on your tongue.

“Now where’s the data? Let’s crack this puppy open.”

You transferred the file to Chan who immediately got to work cracking the code to unlock the file. Echo pitched in when needed and between the both of them, the my were successful. Everyone held their breath as they waited to see what the secret was, the one that would make them rich.

However, as time went on, Chan frowned as he didn’t seem to like what he was looking at.

“There’s no code here…it’s not here!” He said, his voice getting louder with each word.

“What do you mean it’s not there?” You asked incredulously.

Chan sat in silence, his face red and eyes murderous as he considered the possibilities of what could have gone wrong. The only thing you could think of was you and Minho were duped and maybe Onyx Corp. knew you were coming, replacing the original code with a fake.

If that’s the case, then who? Who would betray the group like that?

“We will get that code, we have to…” Chan said as he now paced the small room, back and forth, back and forth.

There was silence as everyone looked at the leader, wondering what was going to happen now. The buyer would be expecting the data soon and no one had it.

Chan stopped pacing and stared out at everyone, “We will meet up tomorrow, I need to come up with a plan.”

With that, he walked out of the door, his hands balled up into fists, everyone else filed out after him…everyone except you and Minho. You both sat in silence, considering what had just occurred. What would happen now?

You looked up as the door opened and Hyunjin walked in, a couple of shot glasses and a bottle in hand.

“Figured this was called for,” he said as he sat the items down and then sat on the couch next to you.

He popped open the bottle and filled each shot glass up before handing you each one. You took yours and tossed it back, flinching as the liquor slid down your throat and settled in your stomach. Hyunjin filled your glass up once more and you tossed it back before leaning on the couch, your gaze to the ceiling.

There goes your chance at a better life, the 50 million neuro credits on your mind. You could have upgraded your apartment to a less shittier one. Food would be plentiful as you wouldn’t have to worry about how you would pay. You wouldn’t have had to work for a while if you didn’t want to.

But most of all, the future would have been bright for all, as an enhancement could have been made to help those who were injured or ill, saving their lives as they wouldn’t have to worry about Neuro credits and paying for treatment. All of that went out the window with this dupe.

At first you felt sad, your heart sinking as this dream disappeared, slowly getting further and further out of reach. How many others had to suffer at the hands of the wealthy? They sat in their fancy homes, never having to worry about where their meals would come from, or having to worry about succumbing to illness like your family did. They didn’t have to work dangerous jobs just to afford rent for a shitty apartment.

No, they didn’t care and they definitely don’t want this information getting out, to help society as a whole. Here, you could have anything technologically advanced except for the most basic needs, which definitely was fucked up.

As time passed and you sat there in silence, listening to the bass of the beat playing outside the door, you felt your rage grow, slowly and steadily, the fire lighting in your heart. You were going to get that data if it was the last thing you’d do on this miserable earth.

Turning to Minho, you crossed your arms demanding his attention. He raised his eyebrows at you, his cheeks already flushed from the liquor, as he waited for you to speak.

“We’re going to get that data. We have to. I won’t let them get away with this. Are you with me?”

Minho looked at you for a while, his expression unreadable. You could hear Hyunjin shuffle behind you and clear his throat, most likely feeling unease at your determination. You ignored him however and continued to stare at Minho, waiting his answer.

Finally, Minho let out a sigh and sat up straighter, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You didn’t dare look away, your gaze set on his as you awaited his answer with bated breath.

Minho smirked and leaned over to press a wet kiss to your lips before pulling back and saying with finality, “Absolutely. Let’s go show those bastards.”

You grinned and placed your hand over his, nuzzling your face into his palm. Who would have thought you would fall for this stubborn and demanding man? You’re happy you did and now you have a partner in crime.

You thought for a while and then turned to Hyunjin while still holding Minho’s hand. You had the future to plan revenge against Onyx corp. but tonight, you could be carefree for a little with your lover and best friend right?

“What’s up?” Hyunjin asked, seeing the question burning in your eyes.

You grinned at his response, knowing your best friend always knows what’s on your mind.

So with resolve you said, “Bring out the best stock you have. I think we need to forget what happened tonight and then tomorrow start to plan our attack against those bastards.”

Hyunjin nodded and got up to leave while Minho smirked, satisfied with your plan. Oh Onyx Corp. will not know what hit them by the time you were done.

That’s for damn sure.

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brookediamonds · 17 days ago

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don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

based off this request

Summary: Your anxiety gets the best of you, and when you're overwhelmed you find the kata Sensei LaRusso has taught you, grounds you. When your in the middle of your routine, someone is caught admiring you.

Word Count: 968 Warnings: None, fluff!

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You knew the Sekai Taikai was going to be a challenge, but you didn't expect all of this.

You weren't prepared when you saw your friend Tory standing with the your biggest enemy, you hadn't anticipated Robby would be so distracted, you definitely weren't expecting one of your strongest teammates having to leave due to a family emergency.

It felt like a lot and when things felt heavy for you, anxiety crept up. Which leads to panic attacks. And you surely didn't want one right now.

Deciding against a night out, you changed into some comfier clothes, those being a pair of leggings and a crop top t-shirt, and head down to the beach to get away from those around you.

You found Miyagi-Do kata to be extremely soothing and relaxing for you, it brought a sense of peace to your mind and body that replaced the anger you held over at Cobra Kai.

When Sam and Sensei LaRusso learned about your daily struggles, not only did they help your problems, they helped you with your mental health.

So when you're feeling a staggering feeling of panic, that heart racing feeling that you lose control over, you count to ten and work your way through the Miyagi kata.

Which is what you were doing now. The sound of the waves crashing behind you sang calmly as you moved with ease, breathing in and out with each strike.

Unbeknownst to you, a stranger has come across you, recognizing the familiar dance of kata you were performing. Axel was entranced, completely in awe by the way your eyes held a look of focus and calm all at once.

When you twist in his direction, you jump in your spot making him freeze in his place.

"S-Sorry!" He apologizes quickly, his eyes diverting in the opposite direction like he had just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar that was off limits.

You recognized him, he was the captain for that Iron Dragons team. He was an excellent fighter, and not at all bad looking.

"You can join me," you offer politely, gracefully continuing where you had paused. He stood still for a moment, contemplating your offer.

He too had wanted to get away from everyone and work on his training.

"Only if you show me that kata," Axel says lowly, taking a few steps closer to you. You nod in agreement, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

Your new friend is taken by this new form of work you're teaching him, following along with you as you move with ease.

"You are very good," he says after half an hour the two of you practicing. You both stood in front of each other, taking a breather.

"I could say the same about you," you grin, brushing away a strand of hair from your face. A silence falls between you, an uncertainty lingering.

You were afraid it was time to part ways for the night, but something about the way this handsome boy was gazing down at you kept your feet glued to the ground.

Just as you're about to suggest something, Axel looks like he’s about to say something too.

"Do you want to—"

"Maybe we could—"

You both stop mid-sentence, your words overlapping. A surprised laugh escapes you as Axel’s cheeks turn a faint shade of pink.

"Go ahead," he nods unable to hide his giant smile, glad you wanted to further explore his company.

"There's a churro stand on the way back to the hotel, maybe we can grab one and hang out for a little longer?" You propose the idea, yours words spilling out before your courage can falter.

"I would like that," he says warmly.

The two of you fall into step, walking along the edge of the water, enjoying the sound of the rolling waves in the background.

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"Okay, if you had to choose between finishing this churro with me," you held up your half-eaten sugary dessert, "or never get to eat churros again, what would you choose?"

There's a playful smile tugging at your lips, when Axel is mid-bite into his churro, freezing at your question.

"That is unfair," he frowns looking down at you as the two of you strolled down the streets of Barcelona. "Is this trick question? If I give up mine, do I get to finish yours?"

You gasp, clutching your churro dramatically. "Absolutely not! This one is mine. You’re on your own."

Axel laughs before letting out a dramatic sigh.

"I guess I would choose this churro with you," he answers your question. "A night with you is worth no churros for the rest of my life."

Your hearts soars in your chest, a bubbly feeling rising in your stomach.

"I better make it an unforgettable night then," you joke, trying to mask the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

He chuckles, watching as you take a seat at a nearby bench. Sliding in right next to you, you twist your body, pulling up your legs to fully face him.

"Tonight has been fun," he says matter factly. "And unforgettable."

You grin taking the last bite of your food, tossing the wrapper in the trashcan behind you.

"I know what can make it even more unforgettable," you spoke softly, your eyes flickering between Axel's and his lips.

He catches your gaze, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what you were implying by the way you inched closer to him.

Closing the gap between you, he leans forward capturing his lips with yours, completely ravishing you.

The fireworks that have been flickering all night, finally erupt. His hand found its way to your cheek, cupping it gently as you snaked your arm around the back of his neck.

When you pull away, both your eyes reconnect holding the same love-struck glint.

It was an indeed, an unforgettable night.

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gingerlurk · 10 months ago

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Lovers' Crest | Epilogue

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: It's the epilogue.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), post season 3, home on Navarro, Reader is described having worn heels, foot rubs, Mandalorian lore nonsense, she flies the Crest, smut: oral sex (f!receiving), face-sitting, cockpit smut ❤️

A/N: Annnnd we're done. Oh my god, thank you. I mean it more every time I type it. I can't believe such lovely folks enjoyed this story and took the time to tell me so. It's watered my crops etc. and motivated me to work on new stuff, which is a joy. So yeah, x.

And with heartfelt thanks to the gif creators. Ya'll the MVPs.

Some months later...

Your feet are killing you.

Last night’s mission had gone so smoothly and Din had loved your ensemble so… feverishly, you’d worn those cursed stilettos for the rest of the evening. Walking the bounty in and then strolling over to Greef’s to collect Grogu before searching for some place to eat.

And even later, once you were home, with Din insisting the heels stayed on until he was done taking you apart.

Now, lounging outside the villa door, you’ve got each foot propped on the warm piping in front of you, flexing and pressing the soles into the metal, willing away the soreness.

Grogu wanders back and forth in the little patch of grass out across the yard, hunting a weird bug-like thing. You stare hard at him for a moment, but don’t sense anything off. He doesn’t seem at all nervous about what the day is bringing him, content to just wave his arms and burble into the air.

Your arch-focused ministrations hit a sore spot and you suck in a hiss. Din appears in the doorway. Cocks an eyebrow.

‘You okay?’ he asks.

‘Ugh, feet. Kill,’ you groan. You cross an ankle over your knee to massage at the tender bit of muscle.

He chuckles as he sits across from you, taking up the offending foot and working a large thumb across its underside. The other hand wraps around the top of your toes to flex them back and forth. You hum with appreciation.

‘You didn’t have to stay in those all night,’ he says, unconvincingly.

‘Liar,’ you smirk, raise your brows back at him. ‘You loved them.’

Din puts his palm flat to your sole and pushes, stretching your ankle and calf. It’s delicious. He leans down to press a kiss to your shin, then takes up the other foot. Begins anew.

‘True, but,’ the hand working your inner arch slides quickly up your leg and gives your thigh a squeeze before returning to its task. It took only a second but you feel breathless. ‘I’d happily have you limit your wear of those things to just our bedroom.’

He lifts your foot and plants it against his chest, leans in so your leg bends back toward you. The hand returns to your thigh and you have to suppress the urge to gasp.

‘Din,’ you whisper, eyes hooded. ‘Kid’s right there.’

He releases your foot but keeps leaning in, rising off the pipe to take you in a kiss. He twists around to drop into the seat next to you, then looks out into the light at his son.

‘Not long now,’ he says with pride, and more than a little sadness.

The ship glides into the empty field behind the house to park a little ways off from the Razor Crest. Din, now fully armoured, and you, now with sensible footwear, follow Grogu. The three of you approach the craft as it settles on its landing axel.

You’re holding back tears, wondering if the dark and stoic statue beside you is doing the same. Grogu isn’t helping, standing in front of you looking so calm and attentive.

He just looks so brave.

As you think that, the child – the apprentice – turns his head to look over his ear at you. You give him your brightest, most reassuring smile – forcing it to reach every part of your face.

He’ll be fine, you're telling yourself. Every apprentice does this.

The hydraulics of the ship engage and begin to drop the ramp. The way it dwarfs the tiny trainee in waiting batters hard at your resolve to put on a brave face.

The ramp settles and Ari Wren steps down from the ship. She nods to Din, and to you, but focuses her helm on Grogu.

She’s here for him.

Din had explained it to you and you’d just been forced to face facts, no matter how terrifying it sounded to your non-Mandalorian sensibilities.

Every apprentice, after a certain period of training, must join two other students to navigate a set journey from a remote asteroid cluster back to Mandalore itself. The pilgrimage takes several moon turns. When the students arrive, they are celebrated and graduated to a journeyman of sorts. A new status of pedagogy – the next step on their path.

You and Din will meet Grogu there when it’s time. It’s not that long. You’ll keep yourselves busy. He’ll be fine. They all have to do it. Din had decided Grogu was ready. He’ll be fine.

‘Din Grogu,’ Wren says, all formal and accentuating. ‘You have been tasked by your mentor and father with undertaking the Pilgrimage of the Warrior. Are you ready?’

Grogu doesn’t hesitate. He gives one resolute nod.

That does it. You clap your hands to your mouth to keep back a sob, tears stinging and blurring. You hear Din’s heavy exhale beside you – that same emotional mix of pride and sadness.

‘Very well,’ she says. ‘You may say your goodbyes, then join me and I will take you to the source point to begin your journey.’

As Grogu turns and moves back to you, you do your best to make your buckling knees look like a natural descent to the ground, where you sit cross-legged and open your arms to the child. He hops into your lap and lets you fawn over him, purring in appreciation.

‘You go trek those stars, kid,’ you say, voice quivering only a little. ‘Show ‘em what your dad taught ya.’

‘Ah!’ he replies, squeezing your hand and sending a wash of warm, affectionate light across your consciousness. You let the love sweep over you and feel your tears drying and heart soaring.

Holding onto him, you stand and turn to his father. Din has removed his helmet and you gingerly swap – cradling the beskar in the crook of an elbow as he takes Grogu in his arms. Feeling the need to give the two of them some privacy, you step away and approach Wren.

‘Hey,’ you say. She nods, greets you by name. You dither about whether to ask, whether you’re overstepping or not honouring the traditions or whatever, but you can’t help yourself. ‘He’ll be okay, right? You’ll look out for him?’

You needn’t have worried.

She replies with a smile in her voice. ‘It is my solemn duty to ensure his safety. The same goes for the other apprentices. They are the future.’

You nod with a relieved sigh, look over your shoulder at father and son murmuring to each other. Grogu has a claw pressed to Din’s chin. The Mandalorian’s eyes are closed tight while a smile plays on his lips.

‘They’re the future,’ you say.

Wren banks and her ship sails over the rocky landscape. Just as it begins its climb to atmo, you give in. Turning to Din, you press yourself into his form. Large arms encircle you and pull you close. You hug his helmet between you and try to let his warm solid presence bring calm.

‘It’s okay,’ he murmurs into your hair. ‘Let it out.’

You’re crying before he finishes the sentence – a quiet, despondent cry that tugs at a grief you’ve felt all too much, not that long ago.

‘I just—’ you huff on a hard, reluctant sigh. Be open with him. ‘I just know how badly I’m gonna miss him.’

‘Mm, I know. I know. But you’re not alone this time, remember? You have me,’ he says, rubbing your shoulders. He leans into your ear, lips just brushing the delicate shell. ‘And ‘m not going anywhere.’

That drags a full-bodied sob out of you – it’s a battle of emotions. Deep gratitude and an overwhelming love warring away with facing the prospect of time apart from your little green wonder child. With how impossibly lucky you are to have the two of them.

Din just holds you tight, sways with you a little until you can get your breathing under control. When you release a hefty sigh, he tilts your face up to look at him and swipes the tears from your cheeks with each thumb. You stare into his warm gaze and try to hold your composure. When he leans down to plant a gentle, soft kiss on your lips, you let it wash through you, right down to your feet, where you start to feel a little grounded.

But still, you just know you’re gonna be a weepy mess for hours, wrangling with a storm of feelings. Din, on the other hand, has a different idea.

‘Ready for another flying lesson?’ he asks.

You sniff, huff out an incredulous sigh. Drop your head to speak into his chest, ‘Just tryin’ t’distract me, aren’t you.’

‘Mmhm,’ he murmurs. ‘How ‘bout it? It’ll distract me too.’

That small acknowledgement that he’s feeling it as well piques you. Settles you a bit more. But you’re still upset.

‘S’not gonna work…’ you mumble.

‘Well let’s see okay?’ he says, turning you into his side and starting to walk you back in the direction of the Razor Crest.

Still uncertain, you acquiesce. ‘Okay…’

‘It can’t be done!’ You’re on the verge of yelling. The Crest groans in protest as you tug the control back and climb again, away from the tiny outcropping where you’ve been trying to land it for over an hour.

‘Yes, it can,’ Din tries to assure you. You shoot him an annoyed look. He’s maddeningly calm – a small smile and sparkling eyes telling you he’s enjoying this. He’d pointed out the spot as you’d cruised by. You were dubious to begin with, but now you’re furious. ‘Just bring it in a little sharper.’

You bite back the urge to mock his directions and steer the craft over the high ridge, tilt the control’s grips just a touch more to the side for a tighter approach. But the rocky little ledge is coming up too fast, the Crest is going to collide with the overhang, you’re sure of it.

At the last second, you reef it back once more.

‘Fuck!’ You smack your head into the back of the chair as the ground shrinks away again. You know you’re tilting, each attempt getting sloppier and more rushed as your exasperation grows. Why is Din messing with you like this?

You’d asked Din to continue teaching you to fly. Your brief solo escapades still haunt your dreams as you wonder how you didn’t make a slip and meet your demise is some spectacular crash. You had so much more to learn from him, you’d said.

So why is he messing with you?

‘You can do this,’ he says.

‘No, that verge is too narrow,’ you insist. ‘It’s gonna fuck the landing gears if I set down there.’

‘It’s not going to—'

‘Are you really going to sacrifice your ship just to make a point?’

‘I’m not sacrificing—’

‘What even is your p--?’

‘Alright, scoot,’ he nudges your shoulder and slides into the pilot chair as you stand. Frustrated, you flop into your passenger seat and watch him even out the boat. His cool demeanor is almost as irritating as him setting you up to fail. He won’t be able to do it either, you’re certain.

Especially, hmmm, especially if you throw him off his game.

‘Din Djarin,’ you announce, with a hostile smirk. ‘If you land it on the first pass… I’ll sit on your face.’

His head whips around and you get a singular second to enjoy his look of shock. But then his features settle into an intense focus and he turns back to the controls, pulling back and maneuvering the ship to an angle with the yaw just slanted into the vertical rise of the ridge. His huge hands on the grips move with a minute precision. He cruises toward the rock-strewn shelf with ease, there is no hesitation at all.

The slant of the boat allows the Crest to clear the overhang and he brings the thrusters over power with gradual intent, slowing it all down so it feels like the ship floats onto the spot.

At the very last moment, he adds a flourish by giving one quick turn so the ship settles with a perfect view back over toward the distant city and an approaching sunset.

You gawk. All annoyance gone. That was simply stunning.

Smugness cascades off his shoulders. He tips the controls into standby, locks the gears, braces a forearm on a knee and looks back up at you.

‘Think we’re done for the day?’ he asks.

You’ve risen from your chair and are taking little steps back, making to edge out of the cockpit. A playful grin tugs at your mouth.

‘Now Din,’ you start, but in one swift movement he’s out of the flight seat and advancing on you. You laugh and make a break for the door, but there’s no hope. He’s got arms wrapped around your waist before you take a step and you’re hauled into him. Back flush to his front, the beskar armour isn’t the only rock hard thing you feel digging into your flesh.

‘Here?’ you yelp as you’re pulled to the floor.

‘Mmhm,’ he murmurs into your ear, giving it a gentle suck. ‘Right here. Now.’

He lays back on the cool flooring and begins to work at your clothes, yanking the garments of your top half off first and giving your breasts open-mouthed attentions as he urges your pants down. You have to flip off him for a second to kick them free and, the second they clear your ankles, he’s pulling your body back onto him and guiding you up.

He arranges his cloak up around his head and shoulders so your knees are more cushioned, and wraps two strong hands around your thighs to push your already dripping cunt to his face.

‘Gods, perfect,’ he mutters. ‘So fucking perfect. So good for me.’

Your knees slide on the fabric and you can’t get any purchase on your toes to try to hold yourself up, but he doesn’t seem to care as he urges you to sink down, down.

He starts strong, and stays that way. Tastes and teases and takes. Dragging his tongue through every millimetre of you. Hands wrap right around your legs to open you wider, reach down to spread your slippery folds apart, giving himself all of you.

When you tilt your hips forward to grant him deeper access, your clit grazes his nose and the sensation has you arching and jerking upwards. Like a hot spark making you jump. He lifts his head to follow your movement, never breaking contact and squeezing your thighs again to encourage you to grind down. To rock and ride against him.

Gods, how is he even breathing?

You look down to find him locked onto you, pupils blown out and gaze intent. The sight makes your clit throb and causes a gushing release of juices from within you. His eyes roll back as he tastes it. His tongue delves into you to draw it out, swallowing and moaning.

And that’s fucking it. You plant a hand in his hair and the other behind you on his abs and gasp and whimper as you feel the pleasure intensifying, rising up to meet its peak. It sends you soaring into a symphony of wet bliss, singing from your quivering cunt up through your chest.

Din plants his feet to prop his knees up behind you. You gratefully collapse back against them, staying completely open and exposed to him. You think dimly about rolling off his face and straddling his hips to give him a show, but you can’t move. And you don’t think he’s going to let you just yet anyway.

So you just close your eyes and revel in the feeling of the light little bites he’s leaving on your inner thighs. He moans softly.

‘Gods, I love you,’ he murmurs against you.

You huff a light laugh. Eyes still closed and head back, ‘You talking to me or just my pussy?’

‘Hah, both, mesh’la,’ he says, licking a delicious path through your soaking folds again. ‘Both.’

‘Ss, hah, hahh. Love, love you t— ah!’ You yelp as he closes his lips around your clit and sucks.

He doesn’t let up as you buck and cry with abandon – hips jerking of their own volition. It shifts into overstimulation when his tongue sets up a relentless circling on your pulsating bud.

‘Nuh, huh-- too much, too muh!’ You try to make a break, but he’s having none of it, a vice-like grip keeping you in the thrall of a buzzing pleasure that rises again, keeps rising, finds new impossible heights. You’re senseless save for the firebomb in your lower belly about to detonate.

The scream rips its way out of you and makes itself known to every corner of the cockpit, the rest of the ship, the rocky ridge outside. It makes your own damn ears ring. Or maybe that’s just the blood coursing heavy with your climax.

Once time and space return to you, you’re a quivering mess. Panting heavy, thinking of all the ways you’re going to get him back for this, when you get the chance. But he’s shifting you gently off him and reaching for your clothes.

‘Wanna make you cum, Din,’ you whimper. You flop forward to kiss him, tasting yourself with a lick across his lips, his beard, the bridge of his nose. He lets you devour him for a moment but then pulls back.

‘Later, cyar’ika,’ he whispers, pulling your pants across the floor to you. ‘There’s a sunset I want to watch with you, and it will become cold soon.’

In the golden light, you sit together facing out onto the shimmering landscape of home. Mirages form and fade as Navarro’s sun sinks into the horizon. A swirl of breezy air makes its way into the entrance of the Crest.

You do shiver a little in the evening air, but you don’t need to move anywhere. Din shifts and the cloak tightens around you, as do his arms. You never want out of this moment. Neither does he.

The last slivers of daylight are just golden shards piercing the encroaching night, which you’ll spend here – perched on this high outcropping, warm and safe inside the Razor Crest.

You smile. The growing darkness encloses your little patch of light as you and your companion hold onto each other.

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And that’s the story of how Din Djarin caused a seismic shift in his religious doctrine just so he could smooch you, among other things.

So I thought for a long time about how to end things for these two and decided this was a good stopping point. I think, ultimately, it’s for you to decide where they go from here. Whether Reader takes a vow or they go on like this, whether they wed, give Grogu siblings, or stay rowdy bounty hunters for years to come. Or all of the above. Or none of it. It’s all valid. The whole overarching theme here is the importance of choice and agency in life, so it’s only fitting to me that the reader – you! – gets to make those choices and hold that agency. The future is yours.

Just know that they will continue to have adventures and grow together, they’ll raise Grogu (and any other little warriors you may wish to add in), and – if one thing is absolutely certain – they will be happy.

#din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin/reader #din djarin/you #the mandaloria/reader #din djarin x f!reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

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whataboutsimple · 3 months ago

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Hey 🥺I saw your confession 🥺for mcsm

I'm the Olivitra anon 🥺

HA! It took me time to get here, I'm so sorry.

Take some sweet Olivetra HC as apology:

Olivia is a shortie, so usually she just climbs onto Petra's back and says Petra where to go so she can grab items from top shelves.

Olivia is a morning person, meanwhile Petra is a night person, but they both try to stay awake as much as possible for each other (Olivia goes to bed later, Petra gets up earlier. Or other way around, Petra goes to bed earlier with Olivia, and Olivia cuddles in the morning with Petra)

Petra once accidently brought home a small harmless slime in her backpack, and they adopt it since than. It's name is Browse.

At some point Axel stopped pulling up pranks on Olivia, because each Petra's revenge was too much to handle.. now Olivia pulls up pranks on Axel, because she knows she's safe doing this:)

Olivia created some sparring mannequins with redstone functionality for Petra.

Petra always brings redstone for Olivia from mines.

They have lots of jointly drawn arts, usually it's something like beautiful landscape of plains and silly cartoon sun above it. Yeah, Petra can't draw and Olivia is a master.

They do each others make up each morning.

Petra has black bracelet with redstone on her wrist, while Olivia has white bracelet with lapis on her ankle.

Petra can't tie a tie or bow tie. Olivia always does it for her.

After some time, Olivia left Redstonia, deciding it's not for her, of course leaving after herself a good ruler. Petra was worried after hearing the news, but also relieved her gf will be with her.

As soon as Olivia left Redstonia, they built a small, but cozy house in the woods, pretty far from any civilization.

They went to advanture together, though Petra was choosing less dangerous, so Olivia won't get hurt.

When Petra goes to dangerous adventure, Olivia stays home and leads her experiments with redstone.

One day she made something similar to PAMA, a little friendly computers, who's only purpose to remember information it was told and maybe talk with Olivia from time to time.

When Petra got back, she had a small panick attack from memories of PAMA. She never told before what happened there, not it Olivia at least, and never shared how much it traumatized her.

Olivia suggested to get rid off the computer, but Petra refused, saying it's a big accomplishment for Olivia, and she can handle with it.

It took her some time, but she got used to little guy and even started talking to it.

Sometimes they get back to BeaconTown, Olivia meets up with Axel and Petra with Jack. It always ends up with them both getting home happy.

When it comes to crops, Petra always the one doing the work, and Olivia silently watches, adoring her gf strength.

Living in the woods has it's advantages, like a chance for lots of lazy days. They cuddle with each other, while Olivia reads some books out loud.

That's it I guess.. I love these girls<3

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm petra #mcsm olivia #mcsm olivia x petra #mcsm olivetra #simpletalks

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miamochi-writes · 2 years ago

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Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 6

“Hey y/n! Cancel whatever you have going on this weekend. I did a little something for you,” your friend Cora said excitedly.

“Cora…what did you do?” You asked dreading what she did this time.

“Well…I may have set you up with someone,” she started.

“YOU WHAT?!”

~*~

Here you were dining at a nice restaurant in one of your best outfits on a Saturday night, but with the worst company possible.

Your friend Cora managed to set you up on a blind date that she found while visiting her boyfriend. She did your hair, made you wear one of your green velvet crop tops with a black skirt and black heeled ankle boots. Cora then gave you a lecture about trying not to bail out on your date or trying not to leave midway since she worked hard on finding someone and getting his number. You loved her, but you wanted to choose who you date at your own time. This date was one of the main reasons why you wanted to pick and choose and not her.

You tried to stay open minded when you met your date at the restaurant, hoping that maybe this was the one time your friend actually helped you. Your date looked decent. He was a tall brunette with curly hair and a slight muscular tan build with green eyes. He wore a denim jacket with a white v neck and black denim pants with sneakers.

“You must be y/n?” he asked.

“Yes and you must be Axel?” you asked.

“Yes, Cora told me a bit about you, but I must say you’re much more attractive in person,” he remarked.

“Thanks, you look good too,” you complimented.

“A gentleman always has to look his best,” he added.

You don’t know why, but something about that comment made your stomach do knots, but you brushed it off.

“Come on, let’s head inside,” he said as you followed along. The waiter brought you to your table and sat you down while handing you the menus.

“Have you ever eaten here before?” Axel asked.

“No not really, but I’ve been wanting to. I head it’s hard to get a reservation here. Like you have to reserve it months in advance almost!” you explained.

“Well, I know some people and they kinda owe me some favors,” he explained.

“Cool! So what do you do?” you ask.

“I work at a bank, but I model on the side if the Nike’s shoes didn’t give it away,” he commented as you looked at him.

“Oh...nice, I work with kids at a daycare,” you commented.

“Hm, not something you hear every day,” he remarked as he looked a the menu.

“Yeah, but it makes me happy. Especially when they grow up and start learning how to read, write, or inspire them to do what they want in life, you know?” you explained.

“Okay, I see where you’re going. Tell me more after we order. It’s on me,” he said.

“Oh okay,” you replied as you looked at the delicious food they had to offer. Honestly you wanted to try one of their steaks or their house special pasta.

“I think I want one of the pastas if you don’t mind,” you told him.

“Sure,” he said as the waiter came up to your table.

“How are you two doing? May I get you anything?” he asked.

“Yes, we’ll have 2 glasses of your best wine, and I’ll have the steak while she’ll have the salad,” Axel said.

“Wait a minute, that’s not,” you reasoned.

“We’ll let you know if you need anything else,” Axel added as he shooed the waiter off.

“Hey, that’s now what I asked for,” you mentioned.

“Yes, but you look good right now. It’d be a shame if we got too full,” Axel remarked as you instantly started regretting showing up.

Turned out Axel came from a slightly well off family, and happened to meet Cora and her boyfriend at a party. He said he was open to dating, but apparently he was very picky.

“I like someone who can maintain themselves physically.”

“Oh you like playing video games? I didn’t take you for someone to be so child like,”

“Maybe those kids are rubbing off on you, and not in a good way,”

“Why don’t you get a more serious job?”

You practically didn’t eat much of your salad since Axel’s comments ruined your appaetite. Plus you practically finished your wine with how the date was going. You couldn’t take anymore of this.

“Excuse me Axel, I gotta use the restroom and touch up on my makeup,” you said heading to the table with your phone.

You went into one of the bathroom stalls and messaged your only lifeline right now.

“Hey, remember how I told you I was busy? My plans went downhill, I’m not having a great time,” you messaged.

“Where are you? I can pick you up as soon as I can,” he said with a running emoji

“Thanks Vash, you’re a lifesaver! Sending you my location!”

“Okay, give me 15 minutes! :)” he replied.

Hey, at least you stayed this long throughout one of your blind dates. You sighed and mentally prepared yourself on going back to Axel. As you walked back, he was on his phone, but once he heard you come back he put it away.

“So where were we?” Axel said as you fought the urge not to roll your eyes.

“Something about you?” you half joked.

“Oh right! Yeah since I model, why don’t you? You got the looks, besides you don’t need that dumb daycare job anyway,” he commented.

Before you could answer, the waiter came back with the bill.

“No desserts?” Axel asked.

“No I’m ready to go,” you sighed as he paid the bill with his card.

Axel then led you outside as you kept checking your phone on the time.

“But yeah, think about it y/n, you wouldn’t really be wasting your looks and potential if you thought about modeling. I’m just saying,” Axel continued.

“Uh Axel, thanks but no thanks. I actually like my daycare job since I feel like I’m actually doing something. Plus I want to be known for more than my looks,” you replied with a bit of growing frustration.

“You know, I was going to overlook your job and give you another shot, but clearly you’re not worth it. Good luck finding another better date than me y/n, because I highly doubt it with that attitude of yours,” Axel said as he got a little to close to you.

Before you could do or say thing back you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“There you are, hope I’m not interrupting anything,” a cheery voice said.

You looked to your side and there he was with the unforgettable smile.

Vash was wearing his usual orange glasses while he was wearing a slightly loose gray top with a red leather jacket and black pants with some brown combat boots. He did a pose where he stood by you and had his other hand slightly pull down his orange shades as he was trying to get a good look at the situation unfolding.

“Hi there, and no you just came right in time,” you told him looking up and flashing him a smile.

“Ugh, whatever, she’s your problem now,” Axel said as he walked away.

“What’s his deal?” Vash asked as he pointed his thumb at him.

“It’s a long story, but I want to get out of here so bad,” you complained just thinking about what Axel said.

“Sure, but for the record, you’re not a problem. Any guy would be lucky enough to have you as a date,” Vash complimented as you felt your face getting hot all of a sudden.

“Thanks, I can say the same to you. You're a much better option than him. Plus, you even dress better than him,” you told him as you slightly looked away.

“Well I’m glad you messaged me. Hopefully I can try to make your night a bit better,” he added.

“Trust me, you already are,” you mentioned.

~GROWL~

Of course, your stomach just had to embarrass you in front of Vash in front of a nice restaurant that you didn’t really get to eat at.

“I’m so-” you tried to apologize.

“DID HE STARVE YOU?” Vash asked as he grabbed your shoulders with his eyes widened.

You were startled by this as you tried to speak.

“He said he would cover dinner. But when I tried to order what I wanted, he ordered a small salad for me. He told me I should keep my figure and not get too full,” you explained as Vash let go of you.

He was beyond horrified at what you told him as he pulled out his phone and looked at you with his orange shades hiding his eyes and showing your reflection.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked dead serious.

You looked at the time and realized it was getting late to where most food places were closed.

“Uhh I wanted something Italian earlier,” you shyly answered.

Vash was going through his phone and then pulled out his car keys.

“I know just the place that’s open late enough for us to go eat at,” Vash said as he beckoned you to follow him.

Vash drove you to a modern Italian restaurant that was short of a drive. The place was in the middle of a shopping strip that had a modern brick exterior. Inside the place was dimly light with vintage bulbs that emitted warm colors with off white wallpaper. The ceiling had dark wooden beams holding the top together while the booths were black and comfortably cushioned with a dark table accompanying it. Oddly enough, the place had a bar in the middle where two workers were behind running the cashier.

“Hi Vash! Haven’t seen you in awhile! And who’s this pretty girl?” one of the guys asked.

“Hi Chad! This is my friend. She had a rough night and needs something good to eat,” Vash answered as he waved.

“Well take a seat and we’ll be right with you!” Chad said as Vash led you to a booth.

“You’re a regular here?” you asked looking around.

“Yeah, I would come here alot while in college. Especially if I was celebrating. This place has the best Italian food,” he said as Chad brought the menus.

“So what would you like to drink?” Chad asked.

“I’ll have some soda,” Vash said.

“I’ll have some too please,” you asked.

“Okay and Vash I assume you want your usual?” Chad asked.

“You know it,” he replied.

“Actually, I think I know what I want too. Give me your pasta special,” you added.

“Good choice, you can’t go wrong with it,” Chad said as he went to the kitchen to bring your drinks.

“Okay, so what happened?” Vash asked.

“The longest and worst date possible,” you began as Chad brought your drinks.

You told Vash about how Axel was the complete opposite of a “gentleman” that he was. You told him how he thought the daycare job was dumb, that playing video games was childish, how he emphasized looks over everything, and that the daycare kids were a bad influence. Each time you told Vash something, his face either looked disgusted or just shook to the core.

“Like thanks for taking me on a date where I couldn’t even order what I wanted at a restaurant I’ve been wanting to try and then just insult me and my job,” you finished as you took a sip of your soda.

“What a jerk, I still can’t believe he did that,” Vash said.

“I know, but I can’t thank you enough for showing up so last minute. I’m sorry, if I disrupted your plans,” you added.

“You don’t have to apologize over anything. I was just chilling at my apartment. Besides, now I get to introduce you to this place,” he continued.

Soon Chad brought out your meals. Vash’s pizza was steaming at the core and looked extra good with how thick and cheesy the dough was. Your plate looked delectable as you could practically smell the ingredients and felt your mouth watering with how good it looked.

“Enjoy!” Chad cheered as he walked off.

“Oh and y/n, you’re more than welcome to try a slice of my pizza,” Vash offered.

“I’ll take you up on that after I have a few bites,” you said as you grabbed a fork and ate some of your food.

You let out an “mmmm” as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the savory taste of your meal as you practically melted with how good it was.

“This is so much better than that dumb salad that jerk ordered,” you commented as you went in for another bite.

Vash chuckled at your reaction, yet he kept gazing at you with his ocean eyes and adored your little reaction. He loved that he could bring your mood up as he introduced you to one of his favorite places to eat.

“Told you it was good,” Vash said as he tore off two slices of his pizza and handed a slice to you.

“Thank you! Yours looks and smells good too!” you mentioned as you grabbed your slice.

“Cheers to a better Saturday night?” Vash offered to toast with his food.

“A better Saturday night with you,” you chimed and tapped his slice with yours and began eating.

“This is also really good! The texture, the flavors, and it’s fresh from the oven” you commented smiling ear to ear.

Again, Vash just smiled at you fondly as he took a bite of his food.

“Glad it’s not too cheesy of me to offer,” he joked.

You chuckled so hard that you had to hold your side and look down.

“Vash, I can’t believe you did not just- you’re such a goofball,” you couldn’t help but laugh. As corny as it was, it was too good with the way he timed his delivery. Vash tried to stifle his laugh along but failed miserably. He liked that we was able to get you laugh.

“So does this mean I’m the better option than your date?” he asked half jokingly yet half serious.

“Ugh, enough about him. He probably would have thrown me another insult about how carbs are bad or something. You’re clearly a much better date than him,” you replied as you kept eating.

That caught Vash off guard as he got flustered and scratched the back of his neck. Oh how his ego was growing slowly.

“The audacity that he would pick something else for you when you clearly told him what you wanted,” Vash said.

“I know, and the whole video games thing. What a killjoy,” you added as you ate more of your food.

“Oh speaking of video games, I got a copy of House of Ashes this week,” he mentioned as he took another bite.

“Oh really? I think I heard about it. What’s it about?” you asked.

“It’s a survival horror game where you try to keep the characters alive while the story plays out. The game is part of a series but you can play them in any order since they don’t really need to know or play any of the previous games to play this one,” Vash explained.

“Oh that sounds cool! Kinda sounds like something I would play,” you mentioned.

“Well if you’re not doing anything after this, want to play the game with me? It has a co-op option,” he suggested while looking at you.

“Sure! I’d love to if you don’t mind me,” you replied as Vash looked like he struck gold.

“Perfect, well no rush in eating. I want you to enjoy your meal,” he said as you nodded and kept eating.

You enjoyed Vash’s company and how easily you could be comfortable with him. Even with his corny jokes and puns, you were having a much better time than earlier. Plus, you got to have amazing food that you actually wanted.

By the time you were done, both of you managed to finish your meals while getting to try each other’s dishes a few times. Chad came to your table and picked up your plates.

“And just a little something extra, here’s some of our tiramisu cake. It’s on the house,” Chad said as he brought out a plate from behind him.

“Wait what?” you asked looking at Vash.

“Don’t worry there miss, we overheard how bad your date was. We’re just glad Vash brought someone who would appreciate our food. And know that you are always more than welcomed to eat here,” he added as he both gave you forks and walked away.

“Oh my gosh, this is so sweet,” you commented.

“No pun intended?” Vash asked with finger guns as you slightly kicked him.

“Nice one joker,” you playfully told him as you grabbed a bite.

“Wow, that’s one of the best I’ve had in a while,” you noted as Vash took bite.

“Again, you can’t go wrong with the food here. They make things fresh by hand every day,” he added as you enjoyed the sweet coffee flavor. Chad came back with the bill as you pulled out your card. As you put your card down, Vash’s hand was already down on the bill with his card. You noticed his fingertips were barely touching your hand as you felt yourself blushing.

“Sorry y/n but you gotta be quicker than that,” Vash commented as Chad took his card while you put your card away with a pout.

“Just let me treat you,” Vash insisted.

“But you’ve been treating me since the cafe,” you pouted trying to get your blush to go away.

“You will, you just gotta be quicker,” he teased as he closed his eyes and flashed a smile.

“I’ll get you one day Vash, you won’t see it coming,” you remarked.

“I look forward to it,” he replied as Chad came back with the card and Vash signed off on the bill.

You both stepped outside for some fresh air and did a small stretch where part of your lower midriff showed. Vash noticed and had to look away as he was starting to turn red from the neck up.

“That was so good Vash, thank you for taking me here!” you told him.

“Sure! So now that you’re well fed, now we can play that new game together,” he said as he walked you to his car and drove you to his place.

~*~

“And here we are, this is my place,” Vash gestured you inside as you looked around.

By the entrance he had a coat rack where you noticed some of his hoodies and other red coats were hanging on. You decided to hang your bag on the rack and remove your shoes. His living room was neatly decorated with a coffee table that had a few books. he had a wide tv that looked moderately expensive with a Playstation 5 cubby within the TV stand. Across from it was a nice gray couch with a blanket neatly made on the side. His white walls were decorated with some band posters you sorta recognized while he also had some fan art of games and shows that you talked about like Persona, Avatar the Last Airbender, Pokemon, and some framed photographs. Connecting his living room was the kitchen that had a black wooden dining table with a red paperweight, 2 chairs, and the kitchen necessities next to it. Overall it looked really neat and organized.

“Nice place you got here,” you commented as you took a seat on the couch.

“Thanks, it’s nice to have some company every now and then,” he commented as he went to the tv stand. He pulled out the game he mentioned and two PlayStation controllers. He turned on the PlayStation and walked towards the couch

“Here you go,” he handed you one controller after he pushed the logo so it can start up.

He then sat next to you and booted up the gaming console and controllers. He inserted the game and you noticed it gave off a mysterious vibe.

“Okay you can be player 2, I’ll be player 1. It’ll be story first, but I’ll teach you on what you need to do,” he explained.

The game started off with setting the scene in a desert area back in the day. You noticed you controlled one of the characters while Vash controlled another character. The game then prompted you to make a decision on saving a civilian or hurting her.

“Okay, I’ll save them,” you mentioned as you made your choice.

Later in the scene, you had a timed decision on whether you escaped or not.

“Y/n, you have 3 seconds to pick,” Vash mentioned.

“Wait what? Just 3?!” you said as you panicked on whether to click the button or not to perform the action. You didn’t make it in time as the scene played out and you saw how this decision will affect the game later.

“Wait, my decision is going to come back and affect me later? I did’t know it was this kind of game?” you told him as he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, it’s your first time. Just do what you think is best,” he advised.

After a cutscene, the game brought you to the next setting where everything was modern and took place in the year 2003. You got to know the characters but they weren’t really too likeable, but your main objective was to save them all from these weird monsters. Throughout the game you had quick timed events where you either had to press the right button, perform a repetitive action, or make a decision in less than 5 seconds. For the most part this is what the night consisted of:

“Wait I have to press the button multiple times? It looks like they’re heart beat!” you mentioned.

“Yeah, you have to calm the character down or else something happens,” Vash said.

“What happens if I don’t follow?” you ask.

“Mmm why don’t you find out?” he teased.

You stressfully followed the action prompt as you were nervous not to mess up. You almost slipped up, but managed to follow everything as you let you a huge sigh of relief.

“Glad that’s over, that was stressful,” you commented as you slightly slumped over.

“Oh you’ll have to do it again,” he added.

“Are you kidding me?!” you asked.

“Hey y/n, what are you going to do?” Vash asked.

“Ugh, I kinda don’t want to save them but...” you trailed off.

“Y/n, that’s my character,” Vash explained.

“That’s you right now? I thought you were the other character?” you asked as you instantly chose to save him.

“We switch characters from time to time remember?” he asked.

“Thank god you’re here because I’m lost,” you told him.

“Come on y/n! You can do this! You just have to button mash!” Vash cheered.

Your character had to escape one of the monsters as you were getting nervous on pulling this off. Your thumb was practically pushing the button constantly as Vash kept encouraging you until your character finally made it through.

“I DID IT! I didn’t die! Did you see that?!” you asked as you jumped up and down while Vash cheered and hyped you up.

“There you go! I knew you could do it!” he said as he gave you a high five.

The next scene you had another monster coming after you, and you had to aim one of the weapons at the monsters.

“Vash I can’t do this, I’m not good at shooting like you are,” you mentioned already dreading with how this was going to end.

“Do you need help?” he asked.

“Yes,” you begged him as you shot him a worried look. He scooted closer to you and held your hands on the controller.

“Okay deep breathe. You’re going to aim and the game is going add some resistance, so keep trying to lock them in,” Vash guided you as you tried to lock in.

“Now, once the mark lands on that monster, you’re going to shoot by pushing the R2 trigger here okay?” he continued and tapped on where your right index finger was resting so you knew what to push. You were concentrating for dear life as you tried to get the cursor to land on the target. Once it did, you immediately pushed the trigger and got the monster as it screamed.

“It worked!” you cheered as another quick time event came up, but for Vash. Vash grabbed his controller and pressed the right button as he helped kill off the monster.

“We got him! Thank you Vash!” you exclaimed happily as he paused the game to see you get excited.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” he commented as you sat back down next to him as you let out a small yawn.

“How long have we been playing this?” you asked him.

“It’s a little past 2am,” he checked the clock as you were surprised at how long you were playing the game.

“Wow that long? It felt like 30 minutes, and we're not even done with the game,” you told him.

“Well, we can pause right here and continue another time if you want?” he asked.

“Yeah, let’s meet up another time when you’re free! I’m available next week,” you mentioned.

“Perfect, now let’s get you back home,” he said as started putting on his shoes while you followed after him.

When he opened the door, he noticed how chilly it was and looked at you as you were getting ready with your shoes and bag.

He went to the coat rack and grabbed one of his red sweaters and handed it to you.

��Here, its cold outside, and I don’t want you getting sick,” Vash insisted.

“Oh, are you sure?” you asked.

“Yeah, I rather you be warm. I insist,” he added as you put on the jacket.

You both walked down to his car and sat in the passenger seat. Vash’s Spotify started playing, “There is a Light That Never Goes Out,” by The Smiths as you got lost in your thoughts with everything that happened today. You had a horrible date, but Vash managed to salvage your night with what he had to offer and you felt yourself smiling at him on the way back while he was focused on driving.

By the time you made it back to your apartment, Vash walked you up to your door as the moon was shining brightly in the night.

“Thank you for coming to get me Vash. I had a really great night with you, even after everything that happened before,” you told him as you looked into his blue eyes.

“Anytime, I’m glad I could see you and have fun. Now I’m looking forward to seeing you again so we can finish that game together,” Vash added.

“Me too, I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you mentioned. You honestly had no idea what came over you, but you walked up to Vash and gave him a hug. You were just happy to spend time with him after tonight, you felt your heart race. You then felt him reciprocate the hug as he gave you a quick tiny squeeze as you smiled from ear to ear. Once you felt him let go, you did as well as you stepped back and got a good look of him. He looked beautiful with the way he was smiling fondly at you, and maybe there was something on his cheeks that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Good night y/n, I’ll see you again soon,” Vash waved.

“Good night Vash, I’ll see you soon. Drive safe and message me when you get back home safely,” you waved.

He went down the stairs as you watched him leave. You then opened your door, and put down your bad and removed your shoes. You walked straight into your room and landed on your bed. Your mind was recalling everything that happened and you couldn’t wipe off the smile that plastered your face. After 10 minutes, you felt your phone vibrate to see Vash messaged you.

“Made it home safe! Good night y/n :)”

“Good night Vash :)”

You held your phone to your chest as you noticed your heart was racing slightly just thinking about him and the next time you see him. He was definitely one of the best dates you had so far.

Hi everyone! Thanks again for reading! I apologize for taking so long with this! I’m finally feeling better now, and I’ll be posting the other oneshot I have later this weekend! Again this was based off of one my experiences (yes, one of my dates very much didn’t listen what I had to say and ordered for me in the worst way possible). Hope you enjoy and have a great weekend! :)

@marydragneell

#vash #vash the stampede #vash au #vash x reader #trigun #miamochi writes

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gofancyninjaworld · 2 years ago

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Webcomic Chapter 143 Review

Fetch yourself a cup of tea or beverage of choice: this is a long one.

Story Summary

In brief, we are staying with the scenes of the last chapter, and have moved our viewpoint to take in the responses of various heroes from the two organisations as they try to deal with the influx of killer robots as the latter scythe down civilians and pulverise buildings.

Straight away, we see very different fates play out. Lightning Max cautiously sizes up a single robot and tries to work out who best to tackle one that shrugs off his blows nonchalantly, but soon a sea of robots approach, driving before them a wave of panicked civilians. Max's feet are shot out from under him and he is surely at the end as a robot takes aim at him, but...

No lie, when I first saw these panels I felt so ill I had to stop reading for a few minutes

... the shot is absorbed by an armoured figure and Mumen Rider -- no Neo Mumen now -- protects him. He carries Max off to safety.

Around the various locals, it is a similar story of pro-heroes struggling to make headway against the robots, only to find Neo Heroes sweep in to make short work of them. Even former pro-heroes (we met this lot suffering in chapter 138) who've taken up with the Neo Heroes are finding it easy.

Who needs courage or skill when you've got tech?

The situation reaches its apogee with Tank Top Master. He finds it easy enough to destroy the robots, but is prevented from ploughing through them by needing to defend his comrades who were felled after mistaking approaching figures for escaping civilians. He's desperate to fight back but moving means abandoning his comrades to die.

what a bind!

Relief arrives in the form of the Neo Hero Hunter group, but with it comes real ugliness. The Hunters start mincing up the robots and are hailed as the true heroes of the day by the present civilians. Fair enough, however, when Tank Top Master asks for help moving his comrades to safety so he can join the offence, only to be so rudely rebuffed the man is left stunned into silence.

Tank Top Master is really too nice

The chapter closes with Axel's thoughts as he and his team destroy the robots. He sees this as the start of a society kept safe from monsters by universally-worn power armour from the Neo Heroes. If the world has changed, then so must mankind.

And he will permit no one to stand in the way of this vision.

Oh. Dear.

Much more below the cut!

Meta: Roundup Ready

A: So this is how you kill an organisation

Unless something big and wonderful happens, today is the day the Hero Association dies. Its destruction has been as systematic as watching a once well-unionised trade be dismantled.

The Neo-Heroes didn't do it all on their own. They've been aided by a press that has highlighted every scandal and flow of the Hero Association (ably aided by data breaches -- cough McCoy cough) while fawning uncritically over the Neo Heroes. The government has been persuaded to dilute the Hero Association's position by giving the Neo Heroes the same rights once only entrusted to the HA.

They have then stolen away sponsors and enticed away pro-heroes with lavish salaries, equipment, free housing, and even clothing and food. They've run a slick public relations campaign the HA can't hope to match and have stolen public approbation from the HA.

And then they've gone a lot further. At some plausible remove, someone has been systematically unleashing cybernetically-enhanced monsters (and now robots) onto the populace. These threats have been marked by their ferocity and destructiveness when faced by pro-heroes, and their willingness to lie down and die when confronted by Neo Heroes, making even inexperienced fighters feel powerful and leaving an impression on the public. [1]

RoundUp Ready is the Monsanto trademark for its patented line of genetically modified crop seeds that are resistant to its glyphosate-based herbicide, Roundup. By deploying a cybernetically-enhanced campaign of terror, pro-heroes are being culled like weeds [2].

It is no accident at all that the three S-Class heroes who succeeded in defeating the dragon-level threats sent simultaneously to several cities, Tatsumaki, Flashy Flash, and Genos, are precisely the heroes sent on special missions when they are most needed on the front lines.

In Genos's case, he's been sent on the sort of mission designed to finish off whatever lingering credibility the Hero Association has. At the very best, deadly infighting is a foul look on any organization. At the worst, his destroying Metal Knight's arsenal (and maybe Bofoi too) will remove the only source of systematic mass defense the Hero Association has. No matter how things turn out between Genos and Metal Knight, only the Organization wins.

This is how the bad guys win. There are more ways to defeat a hero than engaging them in head-on combat. [3] The bad guys don't care in the slightest about the value of the human lives they've destroyed to achieve this. For Tumblr readers, I've spoken about it here.

B: Brave New Techno World

On the one level, a conflict like the one between the Hero Association and the Neo Heroes was always going to come. We've learned that monsters have long been part of the Earth, and so long as humans aren't being excessive, they're happy not to attack humanity.

In a world where monster attacks were sporadic, the Hero Association, with its emphasis on finding and supporting exceptional individuals to be heroes, was a brilliant innovation. In a world where monster attacks have become endemic, there was always going to be pressure to move away from dedicated amateurs to a more standardized, professional response.

However, as we've seen, the magnitude of the threat has been artificially worsened. Also, as we've noticed, the ultimate goal of the founder of the Neo Heroes, Mr Fuzzy, is control.

World Dominion: an oldie but goodie. And damn is he being clever about it.

Once the actual heroes are gone, with the politicians and businesses bought, there's little preventing the Neo Heroes (or more precisely, the powers behind them) from becoming an oppressive force keeping the populace in line.

Any protests from within can be silenced by cyborgization. Any protests from without... Ah, remember when Raiden tried to take in Puri Puri and his men for forcible thought correction? Remember the stupid people cheering the prospect?

This is the note-perfect way to introduce unjust laws: inflict them first on those society does not respect, not thinking that laws apply to *everyone*, not just the ones we don't like. There will be no wrong thought in this brave new world.

All the bits are in place: the satellite surveillance, the instruments of terror, the legal right to act with impunity, the conspiracy of other powerful organisations working in the shadows.

It'll be a brave new world all right. You may be alive and tech-savvy, but you won't be free. And you'll like it.

Or else.

The only question is: How is our titular hero going to deal with this? Against an evil that seemingly has no form? I guess we'll have to pray ONE is minded to give us more soon!

Asides

[1] We see what happens when the Neo Heroes face non-nobbled opposition. It often doesn't go well, not even against regular monsters:

[2] This development puts a much more sinister cast on the delegation that sought Mumen Rider to press on him a specially-modified Neo suit. It's as if they knew the cull was coming.

[3] Yes, there are wildcards such as Saitama, Garou, and even Sonic, but the enemy knows something that the Hero Association understands well: without credibility, a hero is just a weirdo ranting in the street no matter how strong they are. A discredited hero is no threat.

#OPM webcomic #Chapter 143 #review #long #Neo Heroes #Hero Association #things are looking grim indeed #it isn't just about defeating the enemy #it's also about who is seen as the legitimate defenders of the world #I'm hoping that something big does happen to expose the evil behind the Neo Heroes

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ohshy · 11 months ago

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Just so ya know you’ve asked for it

WHO’S YOUR TOP 3 FAVORITE BOXERS

MAY WE SEE THE WOMEN’S CIRCUIT AND WHOSE DESIGN ARE YOU MOST PROUD DOF FROM THAT

And finally who would be trusted to watch your kid to watch your children most to least with both men and women circs (hypothetically)

(Giving an anon emoji sign off bc why not statue of litterby )

-🗽

ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP ANON AND THE REST thisll b a long one

king hippo (Duh)

von kaiser

hmmmm thats a tough one uhhhh probably either bear hugger, disco kid, aran ryan or soda popinksi !! but id i had to pick, rn itd b (joe biden voice) SODA !!!!

and now for the womens circuit !!!!

Ok so... starting with the challenger, Cassidy Cornfield !

hailing from farley, iowa, shes a little off her rocker. She believes she was put on earth by aliens to box. Though, this is likely just smth she made up as a result of a vivid dream she had when chowing down one too many corn nobs! Speaking of corn, she WILL talk your ear off about all the supposed ‘’proof’’ she has of alien existence, like the crop circles that show up frequently around her hometown. That being said, she IS determined to prove herself for her alien overlords, so prepare for a challenge!

She's modeled after glass corn, which looks like this (thanks to charlie for that idea !!):

Other details include...

her full name is Cassidy C. Campbell (she won't tell what the C stands for)

she's of irish/cherokee descent

they are a tiny straw weight standing at 5'2 feet and weighing 90 lbs, and an adult little mac trains her !!

Speaking of little mac, unlike him, she had to wait a year to get her boxing license for her 18th birthday. She simply doesn't look old for her age😔 Poor girl still gets handed the childrens menu at restaurants as well!

Her gimmick is that when charged with enough punching power, she can unleash a painful series of punches known as the ‘’Glass corn combo’’. think hondo rush, except like the star punch, it cant be countered, only avoided.

Next up, Beauty Bling !!!

All bling and no brawn !

I've posted her bio before, so i'll keep it brief; basically shes macho man's fame monger younger sister, and unfortunately for her, shes all bling and no brawn! Despite herself though, she's no quitter! She once pulled many all nighters trying to figure out computer science, and now it's one of her biggest hobbies !

other little factoids about her are...

her full name is Brittany Anita Jones

Cis woman, she/her

shes mixed white/native hawaiian (i hc macho to be white/native hawaiian as well).

She's modeled after 00s/y2k fashion

talks like a valley girl

talks on her phone during intermissions. will either b calling her dad or her friends.

Gimmick: Similarly to glass joe, she has poor defense and rarely attacks. Her special attack is her stepping back, moving a hand through her hair, and saying ''Ready to be punched in style?'' and releasing a very easily avoidable uppercut.

Will also say ''rude!'' when you avoid her punch

Next... Axelerator !!!!

The Mighty Mechanic!

This Welsh wrestling-watching mechanic from Cardiff packs a meaner punch than his predecessor ! Too bad this motor mouth gets so excited he can’t resist calling out his attacks every time he throws a punch ! But hey, gotta put on a good show, just like those cool wrestlers on tv !

other factoids about him...

his full name is Axel Cadogan

21 years old

hes a cis woman but goes by he/him pronouns bc hes swag like that

stands at 5 foot tall and weighs 220 lbs.

he wears a mechanic outfit as his boxing uniform.

Gets flustered really damn easily. Especially around hot women.

Gimmick: Basically a huge motor mouth (haha geddit) who calls out all of his attacks, and gives you plenty of time to avoid them. You do gotta watch out which way you dodge, though. Next up, Silver Hook and Scallywag !!!!!

The Meanest Hook Of The Seven Seas !

Ever since she was a little girl, she wanted to be just like the pirates from the stories she read all the time. This of course, includes having a parrot, which she affectionately named Scallywag. Unfortunately, Scallywag keeps running her mouth and telegraphing her owner’s moves ! Despite this, however, Silver can’t stand the thought of not having her emotional support parrot by her side.

Other factoids about her:

Her real name is Maria Bermudez

Cis woman, she/her

shes 29 years old

stands at 6'2 feet and weighs 200 pounds

from Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

Her parrot is a Black-legged parrot. She’s had it since she was 5 years old.

Brings her parrot literally everywhere

Gimmick: Sure, she might be faster than Axel, but she's still a rather predictable fighter who telegraphs her attacks very clearly. You do gotta watch better which way you dodge, though. When the parrot says ''left!'', well, you better watch your left.

Up Next, the minor circuit champion, Dancing Queen !!!!!

Lay All Your Gloves On Me ~

A huge fan of ABBA, if that wasn’t already obvious, veteran Queen’s entire gimmick is based on that of 70’s pop and disco. She’s also by far the happiest person of perhaps the entire WVBA, despite being arguably the lowest ranking champion of all circuits. Some even theorize that she’d be happy, even if she was THE lowest ranked boxer. That’s because everytime she gets in the ring, she’s 17 again. That’s just how happy those Swedes are !

Other factoids:

Her real name is Heidi Karlsson

She's a trans lady, she/her

shes's 45 years old

she stands at 6'4 ft and weighs 215 lbs.

From Jönköping, Sweden

Always seen smiling. Always.

Became a boxer partially to let our her frustrations about disco fading away as a trend

Gimmick: she has a special move called the criss cross punch, where she diagonally raises her fist to punch you and then the other, similiarly to that iconic disco dance.

____________ Now for the major circuit !!!

Disclaimer: I do Not have designs or certain info for the majority of the characters from here on out. Please bare w/ me

Next up, Black and Bunraku !!!!! (props to charlie for the name)

A Boxer based on the japanese art of bunraku, Black and Bunraku actually consists of ''two fighters''; A puppet who hits you, and the puppeteer who controls the puppets movements, covered from head to toe in black. As a result, the woman's identity is a real mystery.

Other factoids:

Refuses to say her real name, age, height and weight, instead letting the puppet do all the talking.

From Osaka, Japan. This is also where the biggest bunraku theatre is located.

Gimmick: Hitting the puppet won't do anything. Once you figure out the trick to hitting her in the head, she's a fairly easy opponent to take down.

Next up: Nike the Great !!!!! A threatrical tirant and a complete history and art geek, Nike longs to be a wise philosopher slash theater actor like the ancient Greeks, with a boxing twist. Her stage name ‘’Nike’’, meaning victory in Greek, is one she holds because she is sure to be the victor, despite only being in the lower major circuit. Oh well, confidence is a stepping stone to success, right?

Other factoids:

Her real name is Nikki Ioannidis

She identifies as a nonbinary woman, she/he/they

27 years old

She stands at 6'0 feet and weighs 220 lbs.

From Athens, Greece

HUGE rivals with Narcis Prince. only ONE can wear the V for victory and that's HER.

Huge rivals with A Lot of people, including Monarch Mayhem (keep reading to see her bio !!)

During her intermissions and fights, she'll show you some of the art she's made, like painted vases. If you punch it out of her hands, she’ll get REAL mad though, so watch yourself !

Gimmick: Pretty clean fighter, outside of the fact she brings art into the ring. Hey, she's an artist after all !

Up next, Moto Mauler, The Electrifying Biker !!!!!!

This biker chick loves nothing more than the rush of the road and the wind in her hair ! and a good tussle of course. She will make sure to knock you out with the great speed she feels on her motor cycle.

Other factoids:

Her real name's Nguyen Lihn

She's a trans woman, she/her

24 years old

She stands at 5'9 ft and weighs 170 lbs.

From Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

During her intermissions, she'll talk about how beautiful the sights are and how you oughta be quicker on your feet.

She gets along swimmingly w/ Axel bc duh. mechanic x biker chick, cant go wrong w/ that right?

Gimmick: Clean fighter, outside of entering the ring on a motorcycle. Will try to exhaust you with quick jabs, and when you're tired, releases a series of punches to take you down.

Lastly, Monarch Mayhem, The Monarch of the Major Circuit !!!

Formerly known as Butterfly Bash :3

An unsuccesful artist turned boxer, Monarch Mayhem brings her frustrations into the ring, and with success! She is the crown jewel of the Major Circuit after all. That being said, she will NOT let you forget she's an artist! She will try to hypnotize you with stunning butterfly patterns on her sleeves made by herself of course, and dodge equally elegantly. At least the boxing crowd appreciates her !

Other factoids:

Cis woman, she/her

She's 31 years old

She stands at 6'1 ft and weighs 175 lbs.

From Calabar, Nigeria

Gimmick: Like i said, she'll try to stun you with hypnotizing patterns on her sleeves. The way to avoid this is to block your face, otherwise you'll get dizzy and become incapacitated ! Additionally, she does a lot of fake-outs, making her a formidable champion.

_____________

Now for the world circuit !!!

First off, Scarlet Fever, The Bad Omen !!!!!! Clad with arguably the most unorthodox boxing wear, a robe with a plague doctor mask, Scarlet Fever serves as an omen that the next opponents you’re about to face are the real deal. Other factoids:

Trans woman, she/her

She's 55 years old

Stands at 6'7 ft and weighs 210 lbs.

From Florence, Italy

Doesn’t speak, but does speak in Italian sign language.

Also does plenty of hand gestures in the ring

Secondly, Flossin' Fury, The Mental Dental Case !!!!!

After getting her medical license revoked for malpractise, she's now a dentist turned boxer. Got any cavities? Let's find out!

She's my newest addition to the OC roster, so i. Don't have much apart from a basic premise. She'll get developed soon though dw dw ! Thirdly, Sunny Gunny, The Granny with Guns !!!!!

After becoming tired of being bullied all the time, she trained to defend herself against bullies. Don’t let her old age fool you, she’s still a tanky old lady who can deal quite the mean punches ! That being said, whether you win or lose against her, she’s a nice old woman who’ll bake you some delicious goods !

Other factoids:

Her real name is Sondra ‘’Sunny’’ Seydoux

Cis woman, she/her

She's 80 years old

Stands at 6'5 ft and weighs 180 lbs

From Tallahassee, Florida

Of Haitian American descent

Of course brings baked good in the ring during intermissions. Also Oft seen knitting as well.

Balls of yarn spin around her head when she’s stunned

Gimmick: She just loves hugging her grandchildren, and this bleeds over in the ring as well; she's a real powerful hugger to the point you can b immediately incapacitated when you're hugged. During title defense, She will protect her body with her knitted blanket that can be removed in a certain way. Next up, Butch Diamond, A Girl’s Best Friend !!!!!

An Australian football player turned boxer, Butch has a robust body and an near impenetrable defense, making her a formidable fighter ! She puts her skills she learned from football into good use, so be quick on your feet ! Albeit somewhat cocky, she mostly just hams it up in the ring, and is a kind soul outside of it.

Other factoids:

Her real name is Desmond Kelly

GNC cis woman, she/he

He's 39 years old

He stands at 6'0 ft and weighs 235 lbs

She's from Melbourne, Australia

She's of Aboriginal Australian descent

Very sociable and friendly

Gimmick: Your Glass corn combo won’t work on her stomach! In fact, if you try it, you will lose HP! Instead, try stunning her and hitting her in the face with it! During her title defense, she’ll train harder, and somehow become even more robust. Now, your hands will be incapacitated for a short while if you try to hit her in the stomach repeatedly, longer if you try to do a glass corn combo.

And lastly but not leastly, Nessie,

The Shadow Champion !!!!

I've talked ab her before too, so again will keep it brief.

Gimmick: She's called a shadow champion for a reason ! Somehow, her surroundings become all dark whenever she enters the ring. During title defense, its as if you get pulled underwater. Does she use magic? Is she just that powerful? Nobody knows.

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As for who would be good w/ kids...

Cassidy Cornfield: Not good with kids. Keeps scaring them with stories about aliens.

Axelerator: Axel co-runs his dad's mechanic shop, so hes definitely used to the responsibility.

Silver Hook and Scallywag: Makes kids laugh with her parrot, so pretty good with kids !

Dancing Queen: She has a couple kids of her own ! She's a great momma :3 Loves dancing with them

Black and Bunraku: Nah. Has made kids cry with her puppet. On her own, she's kinda awkward.

Nike the Great: Loves kids ! She loves telling them all kinds of stories ab ancient Greece and myths and being all theatrical about it.

Moto Mauler: Cool big sister type figure. Has a tendency to be too lenient towards kids though.

Monarch Mayhem: Think's kids r alright. Despite how difficult her path as an artist has been, she'd 100% encourage kids to follow their dreams.

Scarlet Fever: Same w/ Cassidy and Bunraku, she scares kids (albeit unintentionally).

Flossin' Fury: She's a dentist. and a scary one at that. So no, kids dont even get close to her vicinity.

Sunny Gunny: Has grandchildren, so naturally adores kids. Would bake delicious goods n spoil them rotten.

Butch Diamond: Also loves kids ! Loves carrying them on her shoulders n letting them climb all over her.

Nessie: Again, scares children, although she finds it funny.

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my-neuro-pathways · 8 months ago

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ღ꧁༺Axel ༻꧂ღ

[pt. Axel]

Welcome to my intro to Axel!!

Axel is my Para

They are ~25 years old

He is a gay bigender man and uses all pronouns but prefers they/them

They are hypersexual and have C-PTSD

He is an angel dust fictionkin

Her favorite color is purple

Died their hair purple

They only wear black stuff! Prefer cropped tops with long sleeves

She has a Medusa tattoo on her upper right arm

They are dating Milo and prefers the terms boyfriend and partner

Calls Milo "Mo"

Has a child he considers his child and one she considers her neice (and that tiny gremlin Theo)

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aylaaescar · 2 years ago

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3-5 for your body count mc from the ask

thank you! 🖤

3. How did their family react to the sudden decision to be on reality TV?

their twin brother, Axel, just laughed. and laughed. and laughed some more. Lyn told him to shut up. typical sibling stuff.

I don't think they would have told their fathers? both of them would have some reservations about the idea, which is... probably why Lyn didn't tell them, really. they can have an awkward conversation when Lyn gets back from the island.

4. Reality TV ain't all Reality.... what's a trope that describes your MC the best. (Villain, Girl/Boy/Person next door, airhead...)

probably "The One Who's Here to Win", in terms of reality television tropes specifically lol. while romance is nice, they signed onto the show more for the sake of fame than anything else.

in terms of general TV tropes? they're very much the Intrepid Reporter, or at least they're trying to be. I imagine that particular attitude will come in handy during the whole "there's a killer out here" thing. :D

5. Describe their style! I mean hair, tattoos, piercings, the WHOLE NINE YARDS.

no tattoos that I can think of, but they totally would if they found something they wanted! more of a concealable one, though. they have their ears pierced, and go with silver or gold depending on the day and mood. in terms of hair, they keep it their natural dark brown, save for some purple streaks in it.

in terms of fashion, I'd call it... artistically professional? usually in black and white, since they like the aesthetic of it, but there's plenty of color in their wardrobe too. (also, pretty into overalls and crop tops when they're just chilling in the house.) I feel like this would be a pretty standard Lyn look:

#ask tag #grapecaseschoices #BC blogging #OC: Lyn Ventura #thank you!! these are late and sorry about that kdfgjsg I always love questions tho <3

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death-by-cringe-whitman · 2 years ago

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@angrygremlin840 I tried finding pics of outfits that matches what he Ushualy wears but-- ack

Basicly masc stuff sometimes a tank top (tho less likely) sometimes his old Letterman jacket or a simple tee or hoodie that's a bit to big

Theise are his bfs sage and ring for their outfits (if you wanna add them with Axel)

Rin wears a binder

The mushroom sweaters and the space hoodie match his vibe as Rin is fascinated with galactic stuff and loves cottage core

For pants Ushualy sweats

And sage wears Gothic stuff Ushualy with a bi pride pin

He also wears a turtleneck with a bodysuit over top (I can draw it if that helps)

And also Ushualy ties his sleave around his severed arm to blend in

He wears mostly goth and emo stuff here's some I def see him in (muscle crop wrap around) or (newchic men top) and here's a more fancy dress he's worn or if he's snoozeing prolly something like the (I'm not rude hoodie)

Primarily wears black

Likes chockers chains and tall boots or platforms and Ushualy wearing a skirt with his outfits! And occasionally makeup

And if you so choose to have them all together!! I have a base perfect for them

M3 j1 l2 and m1 fit them well! Hope this helps

(I would love to see them as humanss btw! Lol you draw them so well aaa) annyways- if yas planning to draw them as humans they have specifics of human form if you'd like them nothing major but if it helps give an idea just @ me and lemmie know

Ps. Their bodytypes

Sage: somewhat skinny pretty advaradge build and a verry feminine structure shorter then Axel taller then Rin

Axel: somewhat buff or strong looking masc structure taller then both his bfs

Rin: short and chubby!

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j-graysonlibrary · 11 months ago

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Heartbeats; Paradise XX

Title: Heartbeats; Paradise

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 112K

Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.

Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction.

XX:

“Kendra?!” Starla is the first to speak and move.

As she pulls herself from the heap, I fall back onto the floor and I guess that she was the one I landed on top of. I’m glad I didn’t have her pinned too terribly since she squeezes out from me with relative ease. Oz gets pushed to the side as well as she rushes over toward the woman in the middle of the room.

“Is it you…?” Starla’s voice trembles as she kneels in front of her, reaching her hands out toward her face but not committing to the touch. It’s as if she’s afraid that she’s mistaken but I can’t imagine who else she could be.

“I told you I don’t look like Bree,” Kendra replies, sounding rather sheepish. “This is me…”

There is a big physical difference—I’m able to see better now that my eyes have adjusted and the computer screen has also switched to a brighter, white light that illuminates Kendra’s form more clearly.

Her skin is a medium brown with her eyebrows and shaved head being a slightly darker shade. She’s a large woman—a body type that didn’t exist in our closed off world but one I became more familiar with through my memories. My own body, as Liam, got bigger as I got older and Gavin was always larger than I.

Starla, however, has had no exposure to people who look like Kendra (unless she’s had old memories crop up for her, which I doubt). She looks over the woman with a furrowed brow and I genuinely start to worry she’ll reject her for her appearance.

But she throws her arms around Kendra’s neck and, to my surprise, kisses her on the lips.

I’m nowhere near as shocked as Kade is though. He jumps up, finally getting off of me, and shouts, “What the hell?! You two are seeing each other?!”

Oz shoves him in the arm, sending him back on me in the process. “Shh.”

Kade’s elbow just barely misses my crotch but it does dig into my thigh. I wince and try to reposition him but he squirms away from me. I get a slap on my arm as I attempt to scoot away and, at some point, Oz involves himself again and, in his effort to help, just makes Kade more volatile.

I hope the women are having a nice moment in the meantime.

“I’m so glad to see you all,” Kendra mentions, making us all look over at her. Starla is at her side, still clinging to her. “Don’t get me wrong but…how did you get here?”

We exchange glances, even checking in with Starla.

How do we explain what happened?

I’m still not sure myself.

But, of course, Kade doesn’t take long to respond. “No fuckin’ clue, honestly. We got sucked into this weird tropical forest and a big flower guy tried to kill us but, when he realized he couldn’t, he said he’d ‘give us bodies’ and then we fell here.”

Kendra’s face contorts with the expected amount of confusion.

Oz sighs loudly. “That’s a very…basic explanation, yes.”

“We’re not sure what exactly happened,” Starla adds on, “But that thing that brought us here was what killed Melvin’s past life. It’s why he was in IVAR, I’d guess.”

“No shit?” Kendra looks to me for more answers.

I don’t know if I have much to contribute, however. Starla pretty much just said all that needed to be said on my part and Kade, while leaving out a lot of details, covered the key points. I’m sure Kendra would like to know more but I’m not sure what giving her details will do other than paint a better picture.

We’ll still have all the same questions at the end.

I take a deep breath. “My husband and I found a weird object that I recklessly touched. We were sucked into that place Kade described and the flower killed us.”

Kendra rubs over lips with her index finger and stares past me as she thinks. “Hmmm…Well, when IVAR was invented it was more like it was discovered. The guy that found it said he came upon a spot that reacted oddly with technology. He and his team studied the phenomenon and, eventually, were able to replicate it and implement it into a system. Before IVAR came to be, the phenomenon was referred to as the ‘God particle’. Though, since IVAR, it’s become less interesting or mystical.”

“Wait…” Oz holds up his hand, “IVAR was created from a natural phenomenon? Not something purely technological?”

“Yep.” Kendra smiles but doesn’t hold it for long.

I feel like there is an answer right on the tip of my tongue but I’m just not smart enough to get it. Although, if Oz isn’t piecing it together then I probably have no hope of doing so in the first place.

“What’s it matter?” Kade asks with a groan, “We’re out, aren’t we? We’re in the real world?”

Kendra laughs quietly and shakes her head. “Yeah, you are. I can’t be too upset about this freakishly powerful threat you faced since it saved me the trouble of having to figure out how to get you all out.”

“Did you have any idea how you were going to do that?” Oz questions as he sits up onto his knees.

“Um…not really, honestly.” She chuckles breathlessly as she wrings her hands together.

“You would have figured something out,” Starla defends her and rests her head against the woman’s shoulder. It’s a sweet gesture but I can’t say I have the same faith that she does.

No one says anything for a moment so I take the reprieve to observe my new surroundings. Mostly, I’ve just seen Kendra and her immediate area which is quite bleak. Other than her computer, there isn’t much of note. But, behind her, still covered in some shadow, is the outline of something long and smooth. I’ve never seen anything like it before but the sinking sensation in my gut tells me exactly what it is.

It’s large enough to fit a person inside and the closest comparison I have is to say that it looks like a tanning bed. A very technologically advanced tanning bed, that is. A few lights occasionally blink on the side of the device but it’s not so bright as to be distracting.

Kendra’s IVAR pod. I can’t look at it for longer than those few second so I turn my attention back to the group and decide to break the silence, “So, where are we, exactly?”

“My university apartment. But where isn’t nearly as important as when.”

My brow pinches together. “What does that mean?”

Kendra softly pushes Starla off of her in order to retrieve her computer. She stares at the corner of the screen and sighs. “According to this, it’s been two years since I went into IVAR. Now…maybe it’s wrong because I can’t imagine my laptop lasting two years and then just booting up without a problem after so long. But…I don’t really know for sure.”

“Your IVAR pod stayed on though, right? So someone must have been paying for your power,” Starla points out. Right after Kendra, she really does know the most about this stuff—I never would have considered that.

“Not necessarily,” Kendra counters, “unplugging an IVAR pod that’s in use can get you a manslaughter charge in some countries. You can plug in an external source to let the person in the pod know that they need to come out but just unplugging it can lead to death.”

“I feel a loophole in there somewhere,” Oz mentions with a face of intense concentration.

“Some people trying to evade the law will hop into an IVAR pod or people who are just trying to get away from financial troubles. It’s…a bit of a problem back home.” Kendra scratches the back of her head. “But, as I was saying, I haven’t been able to access the network on my laptop so I can’t verify what year it is.”

“We can just go out and ask around, can’t we?” Kade asks and we all look at him. I don’t know if anyone will say it but I’m sure we’re all thinking it.

Is he in any state to be talking to real people?

“If you let me take the lead, sure,” Kendra says it in a much nicer way and offers a smile.

She stands up and pulls back the blinds on her window. I see a faint light but it’s from a streetlamp. It’s pitch black otherwise.

“We can travel to a convenience store down the road. I need to get us some food too…” Kendra mumbles but her words fill me with urgency as I realize something that I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to think of.

I sit up straighter. “How could you have survived for years in that pod without food and water?”

Kendra laughs. “Oh—a lot of pods have life support functions. It’s…well, some from the states are being made without them to prevent the issues I mentioned earlier but all the old models have them.” She jerks her thumb over to the pod in the room. “I could spend the rest of my life in there if I want. And some people do.”

It sounds like a pretty bleak existence to me. Sure, IVAR might have every kind of entertainment one could imagine but what’s the point of wasting a very real, very fleeting life disconnected from others?

Just as I start to think this is something I would definitely never agree with, everyone else starts to stand. I guess we’re headed out.

Oz offers his hand and helps me to my feet. I’m still a little sore but I do suppose stretching my legs might do me some good.

Kendra leads the way out and we follow her down a couple flights of stairs and into a parking lot. It’s only half full and there is some trash scattered across the ground. I look around and only half pay attention to the conversation happening at my right.

“Think there will be an axe for me to pick up somewhere?” Kade asks and darts off, acting as if he’s actually about to search for one.

Oz chases him. “Kade, you cannot break more emergency glass here!”

They’re having fun—whether either of them will admit it or not—so I don’t worry myself over them any. My eyes, instead, find what I can only guess is an art piece on the grass beside the parking lot. It’s twice as tall as me and many times as wide, thin, and reflective. It’s in the shape of a wave and I’m drawn toward it.

Though, as I approach, I notice my reflection staring back at me.

It’s mildly distorted due to the curves in the structure but I see myself well enough.

I could have guessed that I still looked like Melvin but I still feel nothing but disappointment upon seeing that face on the surface. All those beautiful features have been replicated perfectly for this human body but I don’t want perfection.

I don’t want this body at all.

“Not feeling it?” Kendra’s voice at my side doesn’t really surprise me.

I just glance down at her and, for a second, I stare past her to see that Kade and Oz have been joined by Starla. They are actively talking and laughing. I’m sure they’re beyond excited to have succeeded in leaving IVAR. I can understand that to an extent but I don’t feel free at all.

“Um…I guess not,” I answer as I fix my eyes on her. “It might sound weird but I wish that flower had given me my old body instead of this one…”

Kendra shakes her head. “It doesn’t sound weird at all. I hated being in Bree’s body.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

She smiles at me and her deep brown eyes squint in the process. “Yeah. Bree was very hot, don’t get me wrong, and I think I’d always wondered, in a way, what it would be like to be someone who looked like her. I’ve always been a big girl and, for most of my life, I hated my body. So, being someone like Bree would be ideal for me, right? It’s like wish fulfillment.” She sighs. “But that wasn’t my body. I didn’t think I ever would but…I missed this. My body.”

While Kendra and I’s issues with our bodies might be different, I still understand. As Liam, I spent years and a lot of money changing my body so I could be happy with myself. And, while the final outcome wasn’t some perfect, chiseled male physique, it was still my body. It was who I could finally be happy inhabiting.

I know Liam is dead and I’m just his ghost living in a manufactured shell but that doesn’t mean I can’t miss what I once had.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it,” I say as I stare at the reflection.

I don’t know if I want to either.

“What are you guys doing?” Starla asks as she, Kade, and Oz approach us.

“You’re supposed to be leading the way,” Kade mentions, staring specifically at Kendra.

She gives him a faint smile and nods. “Right. Let’s go.”

Like before, she steps to the front and Starla keeps close by her side. Kade falls in line after them and Oz lingers by me. He’s looking at me like he wants to say so many things but can’t decide where to start.

I worry what will come out when he finally opens his mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Mentally, I sigh, but I keep myself together on the outside. The corners of my lips twitch in an attempt at a smile and I nod. “I’m fine. Just…getting used to everything.”

We start to walk as well, keeping some distance between us and the rest of the group. Not too much to where we can’t keep up but enough to where we can have our own, private conversation in peace. Though I don’t really want to talk right now, I can appreciate the space.

“It is a lot,” Oswald agrees with me after a lull. He sighs as he looks out at the three ahead of us but then focuses on the ground directly under his feet. “I’m happy to be out of that cursed place but I still have so many questions. Questions I don’t think Kendra can answer…questions I’m not sure anyone can.”

That is just what he’s like, I’m tempted to say. Oz could be given the answers to the universe and life itself and he’d still have follow ups.

“I’d like to know who I was still,” he continues, “Even if I had nothing to do with your old life, I still want to know. I want to know about Kade too. And Starla. I want to know what that flower creature really is and how this ‘God particle’ came to be. Do you think there will be books about it here?”

“The God particle you mean? Yes,” I answer with certainty. The way Kendra spoke of it left little to doubt that there is copious research on the matter. When things settle down, I’m sure Oz will be in heaven with the amount of knowledge at his disposal. I don’t have to strain hard to imagine what he’ll be doing with his new life.

“It’s fascinating,” Oz whispers and I catch him rubbing along his chin from my peripherals. “Though, it all takes a back seat to getting things settled immediately. As much as I’d love to sit down with all the information I can find and start piecing things together, we have to acclimate to our new surroundings first.”

“Acclimate?” I repeat without really meaning to but it’s out of my mouth before I can stop it.

“You know, get used to everything. Find our place—”

“I know what it means, Oz,” I snap but immediately feel guilty due to the look on his face. I shake my head and let out a slow exhale. “Sorry,” I mutter, “I just don’t really know what I’m feeling right now.”

Oswald doesn’t take my lashing out personally which is a minor relief but he does set his hand on my shoulder. He squeezes with care and asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Part of me wishes he would just take offense to my distant and stand offish nature right now. I swallow down a lump in my throat and answer, “No. Maybe later.”

I doubt I’ll feel up to it later either but, maybe by then, he’ll forget that he even asked. It’s a foolish and, largely, self pitying thought but I also wonder if he’ll forget he even cared…

My head snaps up when a loud thumping sounds overhead. I (and everyone else) watch several helicopters pass over us. Just as they cross the horizon, a siren begins to blare and it’s so close and so loud that I have to clamp my hands over my ears.

We all look toward Kendra, hoping for answers but she seems just as upset by the commotion as we are.

And then the ground begins to shake.

My heart flies into my throat.

What is happening?

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