#next time i run low I'm gonna have to only get like a half tank and only really top up when I'm expecting a big drive 😭

[thatrandombystander]

TIL it's recommended that you only keep about a month's worth of petrol in your car tank, because after a month it can start to break down and degrade in efficiency, and at some point it also degrades enough that it starts damaging and corroding the inside of your car. I'm gonna have to get less fuel next time I top up...

[dndidgaf]

I never get asks, so i'm just gonna answer them all. Wall of text, my answers under the cut

PLAYER

Race: I don't think that I've ever played a common race before. I default to uncommon/homebrew races for better roleplay.

Class: Rogue....... Maybe Artificer.

Playtest: I'm going into a new campaign, and I can't wait to try out the Chaneler class (I definitely spelled that wrong). I can't remember who it's by.

Party Comp: Sometimes. If my party is really tanky and gets themselves on the brink of death a lot, I might consider being a Cleric or Bard. On the other hand, if my party is mostly spellcasters, I might take on the role of tank. In both cases, I only do it in drastic situations. My usual character is an ambush, stealthy, works behind the scenes kind of character. Level One: I heard about it through friends and we make a group. They really helped me out in making a character, and it was a fun first session. Horrible character build and usage on my part though. Skill: I'm good at roleplay and combat, although I find combat more fun. I guess I would say that my specialty is teamwork. I look at my party's strengths and weaknesses and work around and with them. I also usually work better with smaller groups. I do add flair into combat though, like that time I sliced that priest in half and peeled him like a banana.

Scheduling: Long campaigns, by far. Oneshots are fun, but the angst that comes with longer campaigns takes the cake.

Feat: I roll my dice until they hit a low number, preferably under 5. I then keep that die untouched until I need to roll something important, then use the die. Rolls high every time. I always forget to do it though.

Nat 20: My friend AJ (player) rolled a 27 (19 + 8) on a deception check trying to convince an NPC that they don't exist. Charlie (the character) went invisible and all proof of their existence was wiped from the face of the earth. NPCs and PCs alike had no memory of Charlie. Charlie stayed non-existent for the rest of the session until at a critical battle, where they scored a crit against the enemy (not quite the big bad, but close) and was the reason we won the fight.

Initiative: In my next campaign (I'm the DM), I've planted a traitor. This traitor is going to kill a child. I can't wait to roleplay the child being killed by her role model, who is a scummy, greasy, rat man. I can't wait to kill my players' hearts.

Crit Fail: Somehow, no. I've come close, but I've never had a character death.

Diamond: No resurrection. My party's character deaths have all been before anyone had access to the Revivify spell. After that, we could handle ourselves enough that we didn't need it.

Backup: I have a binder full of cool characters that could fit into any situation, but I usually have at least 3 backup characters specifically for one campaign. Don't judge, I get bored easily.

Dungeon Court: Back when I was a kid, my dad tried to run a dnd game with the rest of the immediate family, which consisted of my mom, me, and my brother. Thing is, my dad didn't know anything about how DnD works, and he was drunk and high. That was not a fun game.

Dice: I have a horrible dice curse. Any dice that I touch or are on my person for more than 10 minutes doesn't roll higher than a 10. Expensive dice tend to roll better. Once I get a new set, I immediately hold it over a candle and chant "Natural Twenty" for 10 minutes while the candle is surrounded by crystals and flowers. After this, I leave it on the Dice Altar, highest side up, for a week. This usually rids it of it's curse temporarily. For a typical set, I have to renew it every month. Considering that I'm a dice goblin and that I own over 50 sets (I can't afford more :')) , I set aside a day to purify all my dice sets and rotate them on the altar.

DUNGEON MASTER

Leveling: I start my party at 3-5, depending on experience. I use milestones; it's good motivation to stay on the plot. I'm DMing for 7th level players rn.

Prep: I get the bare bones of the story all written out, then just improvise and wing it. It goes better that way. Less DM Depression.

Screen: Character sheets of PCs and NPCs, dice, laptop for homebrew, and speakers for ambiance and music.

TPK: Yes, unfortunately. I decided to let all characters come back as reborn, which saved the party, kept some continuity, and added some good roleplay.

Session Zero: I usually ask players for two flaws and one secret. This keeps things interesting, as I can exploit these. It makes inspiration easier to give. I also love horror campaigns, so I usually ask players what their boundaries or triggers are. I want my players to have fun, so I do what I can to make that happen.

Homebrew: I love making magic items or finding them on tumblr. I use a lot of the stuff people put out. I also have an initiative system where players in blocks of five (1-5, 6-10, 11-15, 16-20, 20-25, you get the jist) take their turns together. It makes combat more fun and dynamic.

CHARACTER

My character's name is Doodle. He is a warforged rogue that escaped from a facility known as A.R.G.O. He was never told what the acronym means. He wears a red scarf and a beige handkerchief over his right eye from a past injury.

Background: He usually uses his time on self-maintenance. Tighten loose screws, fix oil leaks, adjust lenses, buff or replace plating. After an accident with his lens caused it to give him shattered vision and migraines for about two months, he's not taking the chances again. He also loves talking to another PC named Charlie (same one as before)

Vibe: Doodle is the polite one of the group. In social interactions, he ends up becoming a voice of reason. He has anger issues though, and he tries to conceal them, but his only coping mechanism is killing. He was made for it, after all. Our party doesn't discuss dynamics, but I wish we did.

Downtime: We don't get much downtime in game. We usually hop from one adventure to the next, trying to stop the big bad as fast as possible. In his few spare moments, he meditates to calm his anger. Sometimes this doesn't work very well though, so he has to resort to... other means.

Secret: For context, Doodle was kidnapped by the big bad and a clone replaced him. Doodle was tortured, and it scarred him for life. He is merciless in battle, like he is trying to pay back the pain that was inflicted on him. Anger is replacing is fear, and he disgusts himself. Doodle acts nonchalant, but he is secretly resentful that his party members didn't notice and left him to be tortured for weeks.

Heart: He hopes for a better life. One where he doesn't have to fight. That faint linger of hope is what keeps him going. This is easily used against him, though.

End: His perfect ending would be to defeat the ARGO company, settle down, and find family. He is aro/ace, so he isn't interested in marriage or children, but he still loves the idea of spending time with his friend's children.

If you've gotten this far, thanks for reading! It means a lot

d&d player asks

FOR THE PLAYER

Race: What's your favorite race to play? Is there a race you default to or play more often?

Class: What's your favorite class to play?

Playtest: What class (or subclass) do you want to try out?

Party Comp: Do you think about party composition while building a character? What role do you usually fill in your party, if any?

Level One: What was your first experience with D&D? How did you hear about it? What was your first game like?

Skill: Do you prefer RP, combat, or something else? Is there a part of the game you consider yourself best at?

Scheduling: Do you prefer to play in long campaigns, oneshots, or something in between?

Feat: What's one habit, trick, tip, etc. you picked up from another player?

Nat 20: What's the most memorable RP scene you've been a part of?

Initiative: What's an RP scene you're looking forward to playing?

Crit Fail: Have you ever had a character death? What happened?

Diamond: Have you ever participated in a character resurrection (for your own character or someone at the table)? What happened?

Backup: Do you design backup characters? What's your process? Have you ever had to use one?

Dungeon Court: What's the worst D&D experience you've ever had?

Dice: Do you have any dice rituals? Preferences? Collections? Does such thing as dice luck really exist?

FOR THE DM

Leveling: What's your ideal starting party level? What leveling system do you use? What level are your currently (or did you most recently) DMing for?

Prep: How much prep work do you do? How far out do you prep?

Screen: What do you usually keep behind your DM screen?

TPK: Have you ever had a game go completely off the rails? TPK? How did you adjust?

Session Zero: Is there anything specific you ask your players to have before you start playing (e.g. a secret about their character, a backstory event, etc.)?

Homebrew: Do you have any table rules or homebrews you use? What are they?

FOR THE CHARACTER (A/N: You may want to specify a character for these!)

Background: Does your PC get up to anything that you don't narrate often? Any background habits, activities, plots? Do you share these through other avenues (e.g. a group chat, table cross-talk, posting online)?

Vibe: How does your character get along with the party? Does your group talk about party dynamics outside the game?

Downtime: What does your character do in their downtime? How do you bring this up during gameplay?

Secret: Is there anything that you know about your character but your character doesn't know? What is it? How did you come up with this secret?

Heart: What drives your character? Do they have a theme, question, mission, etc. that they're holding onto? How did you pick it for them?

End: What's the ideal ending for your character's story and the game? Are these the same, or different?

[honey--fics]

Worth it - Jotaro x Reader

(Cw: choking, a bit of blood, degration, face fucking)

Word count: 1.8K

Getting degraded and fucked silly in a hotel and then caught afterwards🙏🙏🙏

🍒

The hotel is dark and silent, with bright moonlight spilling into your tiny hotel room—the other crusaders sleeping soundly in the nearby rooms. All, that is, except your lover, Jotaro Kujo.

The knock on your door that you had been anticipating finally arrived, and you leapt to your feet to answer it. You have a lot of pent-up emotions and thoughts as a teenager—wanting only to just to set them free. Fortunately, Jotaro needs to as much as you do. As a result, you and him established an unspoken routine that only the two of you were aware of.

When you were staying in hotels, you could have one midnight visit from each other.

It should be bitterly cold—after all, Egypt was like an iceberg at night—but you're hot. insatiably hot as you softly pull open the creaky door and hastily, and Jotaro connects his lips with yours, shutting the room door with his forearm and making you stumble backwards in shock.

You kiss him back—making out deliciously with your lover as he leads you slowly onto your soft hotel bed, loving how his lips slotted perfectly with yours. You moaned softly into the kiss, helping him tug the black trench coat off his shoulders before he pins you onto the plush white quilts of the hotel bed. You wrap your legs around his waist and you part your lips from his with a gasp, filling you burning lungs with much needed air. His kisses were always so addicting.

His soft raven hair was tousled and his black trench coat lay carelessly on the floor as you looked into his dark teal eyes. As he gently kisses your lips again, you run your fingers through his hair and play with the wavy locks.

"that was fast."

As you purred, an annoyed grunt vibrated from his throat, eyes half-lidded. That is, before he lowered his head and rolled his hot breath over the crook of your neck, pressing his lips against your skin. He planted tiny kisses on the pillar of your neck and began sucking hickies near your collarbone, working his way up and abruptly shutting you up.

You hum with satisfaction as he marks your throat, pulling his hair and craning your neck in the opposite direction to allow him more access. Low moans and soft sucking sounds filled the room, and arousal started to pool deliciously in your stomach. Jotaro bites the crook of your neck and back, making you scream, before sucking and licking over the bloody mark almost apologetically, his rough hands caressing your breasts.

“Jotaro..”

His hands eventually reach your sides, exploring your body until catching the hem of your oversized shirt and yanking it off, leaving you fully naked. With a click of his tongue, he expresses his dissatisfaction.

“Were you completely naked down there? You were expecting this, weren't you, slut?” The low rumble and degrading words making you sigh with arousal. Your face flushes with embarrassment as you watch him hungrily examine your naked body and moves his hand forward, riveting your nipple between two fingers. You groan softly, enjoying how he teases you and arching to his touch as he leans down to licks a hot stripe across your breast. You bite your lower lip and keep your eyes shut as his hands wander across your stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Several more licks later, He backs away and tosses his loose tank top over his head, carelessly onto the floor. The dull clinking of metal made your heart skip a beat as he loosen his belts as well. You both quickly shifted positions and you admired the deep scars that strewn across his toned stomach and the way his muscles rippled as he moved.

He sat back, his back resting against the wooden headboard as he pulled his cock out of the zipper of his pants. He sighed, stroking it a few times, watching as you positioned yourself over him. It was perfectly long and thick,, flushing red at the tip. You held eye contact with him and got down, wiping your sweaty hands on the bed before conspicuously putting them on his thighs. You press your lips at the base of his dick before slowly sticking your tongue out flat and licking up the vein of it, relishing the heavy, salty taste of his skin on your tongue.

He sighed in pleasure while he watched you take the whole thing into your mouth. He looked handsome even from this angle, his lips slightly parted, watching you intensely with soft red dusting his cheeks.

Perfect.

Your nose will eventually brush against his hip, and your lips will be wrapped around the hilt of his cock. The thick tip grazed the back of your neck, but you bravely overcame your gag reflex, contracting your throat around his length and making him quietly groan, taking a handful of your hair. You batted your eyelashes at him before hollowing out your cheeks and started to go up and down slowly, making him let out a long, drawn out “fuck.”

With the hand gripping your hair, he began to thrust his hips upwards into your mouth—deciding he wanted to set the pace, and that you were going too slow for his liking. You let a muffled moan slip out between your lips while he began fucking your face roughly, your hair in a tight hold as he thrusted ruthlessly into your mouth, a mix of drool and precum dribbling down your chin and onto this pants as you fought your gag reflex, tears welling in your eyes, and running down your face from the pain.

He let out a low chuckle. “You look like such a whore right now.” His cock was rubbing against the inside of your cheek as your tongue swirled around his length. You could hardly breathe as his thrusts became more and more abrasive, the world spinning around you. You were about to pat his thigh and force him to let go, but he let out a low groan and finally pulled your lips away from him—a string of spit connecting your lips to his fully erect and twitching cock.

You pant, trying to catch your breath and begin to rub your thighs together. A pool of arousal is filling your stomach, and all you can think about is taking his thick cock. You rest your hands on his strong thighs and look up at him.

He grabs your chin and rubs the spit and precum on your lips sloppily, sighing at the arousing sight, and gripped your waist tightly while you looked into his darken eyes.

“Please Jojo, please, please fuck me.” You breathe, a whine in your tone. You arch your back while his large hands are gripped onto you, writhing in aching arousal. He clicks his tongue, watching you writhe, begging to be fucked. His jaw clenched and his cock twitched as he watched you start grinding on the sheets under you, and quickly hauled you effortlessly onto his lap.

“You wanna be fucked? I’ll give you some cock, you little slut.”

He brings you up with a bruising grip, and you eagerly align him with your entrance, practically drooling. You try and slowly ease your way down, but as soon as the thick head of his cock is in your cunt, he slams you down, and you both moan in unison as your throbbing pussy is filled to the brim, and your clit is pressed against his pelvis. It was so easy to enter without lube either, since your cunny was practically drooling for him. How adorable. You started moving your hips, not caring how much it stung, letting out shamelessly loud, desperate, slutty moans—bouncing over and over on this cock, loving how he rubbed against your walls deliciously as you slowly adjusted to his size.

Your eyelashes were fluttering and curses spilled from your lips until one of Jotaro’s huge hands squeezed your hip, supporting you, and another wrapped around your throat roughly. “We don’t want the rest of the group to hear you, do we?” He rumbled, the loud slapping of skin on skin filling the room as you both rock your hips, his lips slightly parted and sweat shiny on his skin. He watched the way his cock went in and out of your cunt and lolled his head back, groaning.

With Jotaro’s tight grip on your throat you drool, your lip quivering as pathetic moans leave your lips. The world spun around you because of the lack of oxygen, but you didn’t mind. Not with jotaro's thick cock going in and out of you.

“Jotaro, jojo..”

you pant heavily, feeling your heart race and your clit throbbing—nearing a huge orgasm.

“Please, please, please—oh fuck—I'm gonna cum!”

You whine loudly, biting your lip while your eyes roll back —frantically chasing your orgasm with high pitched moans escaping your lips as whimpers. His hips began snapping forward with more force, and you could tell he was close by the way he panted—his eyebrows furrowed and his sweet groans growing louder.

“Fuck, I can feel you tightening around me.”

He hissed, snapping his hips against you sloppily, his pelvis hitting you clit and making you cry out.

As you clutched his firm wrist with shaking hands, he tightened his grasp, and all it took was another hard slap of his pelvis against your swollen clit to set you off. You scream with delight, gasping as his bruising grip relaxes and grips your cheek, grinding his thumb against your tongue.

Your screams are muffled and a guttural growl escapes him, biting down on your shoulder and releasing. He bucks into your cunny sloppily —shooting loads of his thick white cum inside of you—all the while groaning hoarsely. He quickly releases you from his grip and you gasp, panting for air as he pulls you off of him, and lays you down under the covers next to him, exhausted. He bends over the bed and throws over his oversized tank top for you to wear and tucks his dick back into his pants.

You press yourself against your lover, sighing as he wraps an arm around you. “You were so good for me.” He whispered, massaging your back as you both tried to regain composure, sleepiness plaguing both of you. Eventually though, you both slowly fell into a deep slumber near the crack of dawn.

…

“Come on, we’re late.” Jotaro had his hands in his pockets, back to his usual stoic self as your trembling legs made it through the hallways of the hotel. You smile, babbling about your troubles as if he didn’t fuck you silly just last night. You were wearing a concealer to hide the bruises, cuts, and hickies on your neck, and try your best to control you walking—even though it stings to move your legs. Eventually you make it to them, sitting at a round, clothed table near the entrances of the dining hall, plates full of exotic food. All eyes are on you both as you two get seated next to each other. Suspiciously, you notice their conversation stopped right when you sat down. Joseph elbows his grandson’s ribs, making him glare coldly at the senior.

“What.”

“Sounded like someone had a fun night, eh?”

Jotaro’s eyes widened minimally listening to his grandpa’s chuckles, but he just grumbled.

“Gigi, what do you mean? Nothing happened.” He replied dryly.

Meanwhile, your face heated up, shocked. Were they able to hear you moan? That would be so embarrassing—

“Actually, last night I heard some strange sounds. Originally I thought I was an enemy stand user..” Kakyoin cleared his throat uncomfortably, trying to stay composed. He stirred cream into his coffee while he talked. “Until I heard someone ask jotaro to fuck them.” The red head couldn’t help but let the edge of his mouth slant into a smirk as your face reddened even more. With your face in your hands, you groaned in embarrassment. Your worst nightmare had come true. Even jotaro seemed a bit embarrassed, a finger on the rim of his cap, hiding his eyes as he looked down. He only sat back as Joseph’s booming laughter brought attention from nearby diners.

“Do not worry, ma cherie, atleast you enjoyed yourself. I didn’t know you were into choking..” Polnareff, who was sitting next to you, wrapped an arm around you and snickered. You thought you were gonna cry.

Everyone around you laughed except for you and Jotaro, but it's fine I guess, you can live with this. It was worth it.

[bakubub]

In which racer!kuroo is your roommate, and seems to only like it when you treat his wounds... (word count: 1.9k)

Ngl quite proud of this one!!

Warnings: 18+, a whole lot of swearing, a whole lot of blood, innuendos and implied nsfw, reader almost vomits (NOT from pregnancy chill, I know we're all scarred but its going to be just fine) and if you're squeamish perhaps skip the scene where reader stitches his wound?

Also bit of a disclaimer: I am in NO WAY a med student and literally all of my knowledge is from movies and other fics... so if you acc know what to do in this situation this may be a torturous for you :D

All due credits go to @aikk00​ for this AMAZING fanart!!!!

I watch as my roommate enters the penthouse, once again scratched up and bleeding, covered in so much blood there is no possible way that it was all his- if it was he would not be standing.

I launch myself off the couch- where I was sitting for the past hour nervously waiting for his return- and slip my arm under his, supporting him as we inched towards the bathroom.

"I can do this by myself you know," he grumbles, his grimace revealing just how much pain he was actually in.

"Mhm, I'm sure you can. Just like you boiled that poor egg by yourself last week, hmm?" I say sarcastically, trying to keep my mind calm and clear, because oh my god it looks really bad this time...

"Oi, its not my fault it fuckin' exploded," he mutters, voice laden with pain.

"You put it in the microwave because 'the shitty water wasn't doing its job.' Of course it would explode," I say, gently seating him on the closed toilet seat and taking out my supplies that I unfortunately have become rather accustomed to using. He's made it a habit to get himself injured.

"Where's the injury?" I ask, setting down my half-empty bottle of antiseptic and box of bandages. He peels off his shirt, cringing at the pain it brought him as the fabric was stuck to the gash that went from his left pectoral down to the middle of his chest.

"Pissed off a bidder after winning a race, fucker took out a knife once he realised he couldn't beat me up," he huffs out, arrogance still lacing his tone even with sweat dripping down his brow as he leans the back of his head onto the tile wall behind him. His Adam's apple bobs down his bloodstained neck as he speaks, and I quickly look away, focusing on the injury at hand.

Not his blood soaked, but nevertheless well defined pectoral muscles, nor the abs that my hands occasionally brush up against and know how hard they really are, and definitely not the trail of black hairs that lead down, down, down...

"What's wrong, the view too hot to focus on the work at hand?" He asks suggestively, raising his pierced brow, even in this state.

I'm quick to reply, having gotten used to his flirtatious remarks from the second I moved into his penthouse, "nope can't even see the view from that massive head of yours. Not to mention your permanent bed head."

He huffs out a laugh, then proceeds to flinch from the pain it must have caused.

"Stop moving, idiot. You're going to exacerbate the cut!" I say, quickly grabbing a damp towel and beginning to clean up his abdomen, whilst simultaneously pressing another rag to his wound to stop the bleeding.

“At least you admit that there is a hot view,” he says in his low voice, gazing at me from his position.

I simply roll my eyes.

No falling in love. That was the deal we had made on the day he offered me a place to stay in exchange for my services as a maid and apparently, a nurse. I cook, clean and basically keep the house running while this moron goes out and acts like the idiot he is. In my defense, dorms are expensive as hell, and his penthouse is nearby. Plus, I don't have to pay rent. It's a win-win situation.

But the feelings stirring up inside my heart might just ruin the dynamic we have going on and simultaneously take out a whole lot of cash out of my pocket.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

Once his skin isn't completely saturated in blood, and the wound has (thankfully) stopped bleeding, I add some antiseptic onto a make-up pad and begin to dab at his wound, earning winces and slight grunts from the massive man.

"The cut looks deep, Kuroo. You need to go to the hospital," I say, worry lacing my tone as my eyebrows crease and earn yet another huffing laugh.

"Do you want me to rot in prison for the rest of my life?"

I roll my eyes at his response, deliberately dabbing just a little harder which earns me a yelp and an attempted glare in my direction.

"First off, illegal street racing won't send you to prison for your entire life, just for like, half a year. Second, this wound needs stitches, and believe it or not, I'm not a fucking licensed medic. In fact, the only experience I have is with you!" I say, immediately regretting my choice of words as I wait for his remark.

"That's what she said," He says, chuckling at his own innuendo.

I sigh in frustration, pouring more antiseptic to make sure there was no chance of infection from whatever grimy ass knife stabbed him, and beginning to gently scrub the wound with a soft towel, so as to make sure there was no debris left in there.

"You're gonna have ta do it," he mutters, his hazel eyes boring into mine.

"I- I can't Kuroo, you can't possibly think-"

"Fine. I'll do it. Go get me a needle and thread," he states, struggling but nevertheless, sitting upright on the red stained toilet.

I stare at Kuroo in disbelief as he utters these words. Was he dumber than I thought? Does he have some sort of head injury too?

I examine his face and all I come up with is unnerving determination. I exhale out of my nose sharply, "fine, dammit. I'll sew your fucking wound shut."

I am extremely handy with a sewing needle and thread, used to really be into embroidery back when I had the time so...it should be fine.

He just shrugs, leaning his head back against the tiles and closing his eyes.

"Fucking asshole. Can't believe I'm saving your damn life," I mutter, leaving the bathroom to dig through my wardrobe for my sewing box and taking out a gold silk thread that I was saving for a special project.

Well, I guess that will never happen.

"Hey, I found some silk thread. It's literally known for its strength and durability in high temperatures, so it should work like a charm!" I say, walking back into the blood stained bathroom and trying to psych myself up.

He grunts in response. I sigh as I begin with mopping up the excess blood and sanitising the needle and thread before chucking on gloves.

I wipe the antiseptic over the wound once more, and examine it carefully.

Well, if his condition worsens, I can always knock him out and call an ambulance...

I decide, screw it, and thread the needle, pretending it was just another embroidery project.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I chant as I puncture his skin with the thin needle.

Kuroo gasps in pain, and I place a hand on his knee, telling him to suck it up and deal with it, half talking to him but also to myself.

To my surprise, he listens, stretching his head back once more and gritting his teeth.

"Don't do that, here put this in-between your teeth," I say, grabbing yet another towel and shoving it into his mouth.

He obeys as I continue to stitch. I feel my gag reflex kicking in as I think about how stitching skin feels as though I am stitching leather, it feels hard and tough while pushing the thin needle through.

Must hurt like a bitch.

Once I've completed my neat stitches down the wound, without vomiting, I tie it off as I would with any embroidery, and clean the area free of any remaining blood. After rubbing some antibacterial ointment over the gold stitches, I stick on a particularly large bandage over the wound and start tidying up.

"Thank you," Kuroo mutters, still seated on the toilet seat and practically panting for breath.

"Ah, the criminal knows his damn manners!! Now get up and get in the damn shower. You ruined my pristine bathroom!" I complain, putting the last of the materials away before walking to the door.

"Wait, I- I can't get up." I turn around and look at him incredulously as he utters his next few words, "will you... shower me?"

My eyes just about pop out of their sockets at his request. "Are you insane?! I'm not your mother, nor your wife! Call your pudding haired friend and tell him to come shower you!"

He shakes his head, a rare pleading look taking the place of his usual arrogant smirk, "Kenma's too lazy to shower himself, Y/n, please!"

I contemplated it for a moment. Sure, I've seen him naked before, accidentally of course, and so what if I have to scrub him clean. God knows he can't do it himself with that damn injury.

Fuck this shit.

"Fine, get up right now." I bark at him, leaving to change out of my blood soaked pjs into a pair of shorts and a tank.

"...I just said I can't."

---

"Ow, y/n, you're scrubbing too hard!" He complains, his exfoliating glove around my hand as I rub his toned back clean of any dead skin-cells and blood remains.

"But look how much stuff is coming off!" I say gleefully, enjoying this a little too much.

Kuroo, seated on the built-in bench in the open shower with his red boxers on, looks back to see the satisfaction dripping from my features.

"Are you secretly a sadist?" he whispers. In response, I begin to rinse off his raw back with hot water, causing him to screech like a cat.

"It burns, it burns-”

“Shut the fuck up, moron! It's 4 in the morning, you’re going to annoy our neighbours. I tried very hard to get in their good graces, and Mrs. Suzuki still doesn’t like me! She definitely thinks I’m some kind of hooker��” Kuroo laughs at this, and I can’t help but watch as his whole face brightens up from his usual emotionless expression. I find myself smiling in response.

I grab his expensive shampoo and pour some into my hands, beginning to massage it into his scalp. With wet hair, his raven strands are for once flat on his head and reach down to his defined jawline. Kuroo groans under my touch, leaning into my fingers. I snatch my hands back and pour hot water over his head.

"ARGH! Y/N!" He screams, hastily getting up and wetting me in the process.

"Ah- what are you-" I don't get to finish my question as he grabs my arm and yanks me next to him under the hot water, soaking my clothes and my hair.

"You asshole!" I screech as I reach up to pull his hair in defiance, but he only grabs my arm and hooks it around his neck, leaning down to look directly into my eyes.

Our noses brushing against one another, he mutters, "You look pretty with your hair wet and your shirt see through."

It takes me a moment to get past the compliment and to hear the perverted comment that he just uttered.

He sees my look of confusion and laughs, bends over, clutches his stomach and laughs, before bellowing in pain because of his injury.

Smiling smugly down at him as he grimaces, I force him to sit back down and continue massaging the shampoo into his hair, warning him that if he so much as moaned I would leave him in here, dripping wet and in pain.

"That's what he said," is his reply.

I smack his head in response.

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[imtryingmybeskar]

So I'm sure we have all seen Pedro in the overalls today and my beautiful friend suggested a farmboy fic and I couldn't rest until I made it a reality.

*Disclaimers* I know nothing about farming, nor am I from the US. I imagined him as having a softer version of the Whiskey accent.

18+ only! You know the drill. 3.9k words.

The first time you saw him he was striding along the dusty road to your farmhouse, the sun at his back, his shadow stretching long ahead of him. Only someone looking for work and out of luck with it would be approaching at this late hour. From your perch at your bedroom window, you could look down and see the fatigue in the set of his shoulders, the dejection in the bow of his head. As he neared he stopped and dropped his pack to the ground before attempting to make himself presentable - raking his hand through his dark hair before setting his cap back on, dusting the legs of his overalls free of as much of the dirt of the road as he could, and finally straightening his back, righting his posture to make himself look strong, tall, not as hard up as he was. His rap at the door came as you were nearly at the bottom of the stairs and your dog, who had been peacefully sleeping at his approach finally woke and defended in a storm of paws and tail and barking.

"Hey! No!" you told her, and she quietened down and stayed where you told her to, in the line of sight from the doorway but no immediate threat to anyone on the other side. Opening the door you were greeted by the sight of a not-so-young-anymore man. Despite his efforts to clean himself up, his arms were streaked with grime and sweat and you could see the stains of his exertion under his arms and at his neck. His head remained bowed as he began to speak and you got the feeling he had replayed this spiel many times recently.

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry to trouble you. I'm here to see if you are lookin' to take on anyone at the farm at this time?" His voice was deep and rich with an enticing southern twang, sweet as honey whiskey.

"What kind of work can you do?" His eyes raised to your face and the hope you saw in their soft, dark depths almost melted you. As if he hadn't even gotten this far along with anyone for a very long time.

"Just about anything," he answered. "I can drive - harvesters, tractors. I can take care of all kinds of animals, muck 'em out, feed 'em. I've helped birth 'em too, though I know that time is passed for this year. I can sow and harvest by hand too if that's needed. And I can mend things, fences, roofs, you name it." Looking at him appraisingly, your curiosity got the better of you.

"Why are you on foot? Must have travelled an awful long way to get all the way out here." He looked down again, presenting you with the brim of his cap to look at instead and shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"I uh...I lost my own farm. Not too long ago. Sold everything I had to try and keep it afloat. Even my car."

"So, if I were to take you on-" his head snapped up eagerly again. "IF" you emphasised, "Would you be needing a place to stay as well?"

"If you had anywhere that could accommodate me, I would be most grateful for that, yes Ma'am."

"I want you to know that I've been out here on my own for a time. I know how to take care of myself. And I'm sure you heard and can see Tank behind me there." He was nodding as you spoke.

"I don't want no trouble. Just a job and a roof over my head." You eyed him for a few seconds more before stepping back from the door to let him in. He entered gingerly, staring around wide eyed as if he hadn't been inside a house for a long time.

"You hungry?"

"No...I mean, I don't wanna impose-"

"No imposition. If you're gonna work for me, you need feeding. Come with me." The dog whined a little as you approached, and you stroked her head. "Come!" you commanded the dog and she raced away ahead of you. Checking to see the man was following, you led him past the stairs and through the living area to the back. Here you had a small extension set up, with a bathroom and shower and a small room with a sofa which opened out into a bed, ostensibly for guests, though you hadn't had any for years. "You can get yourself cleaned up here. Any clothes you want to wash, you can do in the morning. There's no door to this room, so the only privacy you'll get is in the bathroom I'm afraid."

"This is...fantastic," he said in a low tone. "I've slept outside for a week or more, so this is just...Thank you ma'am," he finished, humbly. You left him to it and went to prepare him a plate of leftovers. When he finally emerged, scrubbed and fresh half an hour later, you bid him sit at the table and presented him with it. Without all that dirt streaking him and without his cap on you could finally see how good he looked and you had to tear your eyes away from the fullness of his lips before you went too far down that rabbit hole. The man was clearly desperate, hanging on to the shreds of the dignity of his old life by his fingertips. There was no way you were going to make him feel like he owed you anything by taking him in. You left him be until you heard him hum with satiated pleasure about ten minutes later.

"Better?" you asked.

"Better," he smiled.

"I see you've made a friend," you said wryly, gesturing to the large hairy head currently resting on one of his feet. You trusted your gut about this man, you didn't imagine him to be anything than he had said he was. But you had to be cautious for obvious reasons. The dog, however, had proved to be a truly excellent judge of character in the past and it warmed you to see her take to him so readily.

"I think I may have bribed my way into her affections. Chicken," he clarified.

"That'll do it," you smiled. He insisted on washing his own plate and then there was an awkward silence between you for a time as he stood in your living room, not really knowing what to do with himself. "Hey, you can sit and watch TV with me, or you can hit your bed if you want. I won't be offended either way."

"I...I think I will go to bed. I'm kinda lookin' forward to it."

"I can understand that," you said as you handed him pillows, blankets and fresh sheets to make it up with. "Just so you know, the dog sleeps down here too. She shouldn't wake you. And help yourself to water in the night, coffee in the morning. Whatever you want."

"Thank you," he said again, his eyes catching yours and looking happier than you had seen them thus far. "Goodnight."

The man worked like a machine. Having lived this life for many years, you were accustomed to being up before dawn, but he beat you to it the next morning, greeting you with a soft "Good morning," and handing you a cup of coffee that he had prepared. He kept up a pace all day, and you moved around each other around the farm, lifting your hands or voices in greeting when you passed. You couldn't help but notice how the soft cotton of his shirt creaked at the seams when he moved his broad shoulders, nor how deft his hands were at every task he set them to. The dog had begun to follow him everywhere and you found yourself liking that too, despite the mild sting of betrayal. He came in to help with lunch and after he washed up, set to chopping salad and buttering bread.

"This is gonna sound weird, but erm...your dog...she ain't partly deaf or anything is she?"

"No, why?"

"Its just, she comes when I whistle, but not when I call."

"Ohhh," you said, realisation hitting you like a wave. "Yeah, well, last night I might not have told you her proper name. I er...I wanted to make her seem a little more intimidating than she is. Just in case, you know. Hence Tank. Though she ruined that when she drooled all over your shoes." He gave a small chuckle, his eyes sparkling.

"So what is her name?"

"Cookie." At this, you heard the tell tale sound of Cookie's claws on the kitchen tiles. "Good girl," you threw over your shoulder at her.

"Well, that suits her a lot better'n Tank. She's so friendly."

"Only to the good ones. You should have seen her with the last man that came in here. She knew he was a wrong 'un. Took me a while to catch on, but I get there in the end." You turned your head to find him looking at you with sympathy and a touch of anger. "Like I said, I can take care of myself," you added and moved on with your day. In his first week staying with you he managed to do most of the little jobs that had been irritating, but not bad enough to address. The tap in the kitchen no longer dripped. All of the fencing was entirely without holes for the first time in forever. The roof of the chicken coop was renewed. You decided to celebrate by breaking out some beers in the evening and sat with him on your porch, watching the sky slowly turn from gold to apricot to scarlet. Once he had started to feel less awkward around you, you found him to be good company - intelligent and curious and with a good sense of humour and even your silences were now companionable, especially a few beers in.

"Need to plant some more things in the garden," he grunted, slurring a little. "Maybe some beets and some radishes?"

"That sounds good," you agreed, "but for tonight, just switch off a bit. Enjoy the beer and the view. You've more than earned it."

"Oh, I'm enjoyin' the view alright," he said. There was something low and sinful in his voice that made you turn your head to him in astonishment and definite interest, but as you did, his eyes grew wide and he started to splutter. "Oh God, I apologise. I haven't had a beer in months and I guess my tolerance ain't what it was. I...I didn't mean to offend. I didn't mean to say that."

"Didn't you?"

"No, I-I'm sorry." Putting your beer down, you came to stand in front of him, placing your hands on his knees and running them up his thighs.

"Are you sure you didn't mean it?" And suddenly the realisation of your own drunkenness came crashing around you. What were you thinking? You couldn't take advantage of him like this. He had nowhere else to go and he had said he wasn't interested. You straightened abruptly. "No, I'm sorry. This is wrong. I'm...I'm going to bed." And you did so, walking swiftly away before he could see the redness of your face.

The next morning, your coffee lay on the counter and you could see him outside the house pottering around. Berating yourself for an idiot for ruining the good feelings you had built up between you, you went about your own tasks in a crotchety mood. He didn't come in for lunch either, and you began to get a little worried about him. Deciding to tackle the problem head on, you brought him out a Tupperware with some food and some water. Eventually you found him in the barn, measuring some of the beams. He hadn't noticed you come in and you stood and openly stared for a moment at the sight of him with no shirt on under his overalls. It was pretty warm in here - you were starting to feel the effects yourself. His back was broad and muscular and his shoulder muscles rolled as you watched him reach up to measure something above him.

"Er...hi," you ventured, a little shyly. He whirled to face you, looking as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just thought you might want some lunch." You deposited it on the hay bale closest to you and carried on, keeping your voice light, "And to say that I'm sorry about yesterday. You said no and I shouldn't have pushed it. I don't want you thinking you have to do anything like that to stay here!"

"Thank you," he said softly as he made his way over to you. "But..I said no because we had both been drinkin' and because I didn't wanna take advantage of anythin' I wasn't bein' offered freely and honestly." His eyes raked over your face, black and piercing in the half light inside the barn. He was so close to you, you could smell the lemon scent of his soap and the musky smell of him underneath. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and before you could stop yourself or think too deeply about what you were doing, your hands were upon him, feeling the taut, strong muscles of his pectorals. You bit your lip a little as you raised your eyes to his.

"You're not taking advantage," you whispered. "I want this." That was all the invitation he needed to crash his lips upon yours with a fervent desire. His big hands circled your waist and roved your back as his tongue begged entrance at your mouth. Your own hand moved down his overalls to where he was starting to bulge, massaging his length and making him moan into your mouth.

"Christ, I...I've not been with anyone for so long. That feels so good, don't stop." You heeded him, but also brought one of his hands from around your back to your breast where he began to knead it intensely and he groaned again, in between peppering your mouth and neck with kisses. "Fuck, you're so pretty. I thought so from th' first moment I saw you. I didn't know how to say..." For someone usually so reticent, he was on a roll now he had your tit in his hand and you were palming him through his overalls.

You snaked your hands up his body again and undid his overalls, letting them fall and pool around his feet where they landed. His body was gorgeous, broad and muscular with a little fuzz over his chest and running down his stomach. You ran your hands all over it, feeling the slickness of the sweat beading through his hair under your hands and feeling your own body begin to heat and respond in earnest, your clit throbbing a little between your legs. He kicked off his boots, and took off his socks and overalls in one swoop before taking you back in his arms and kissing you ardently again. His hand slid up your shirt and hiked it up, the sweat at your back making it stick to you a little. You broke the kiss to hurl it from your head and away, closely followed by your bra.

"Oh fuck baby, your tits are so beautiful. Lemmie taste you." He got on his knees in front of you and did just that, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it harshly whilst rubbing your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Exhaling a moan of pleasure, you tangled your fingers into his dark waves and pulled him even closer, feeling his smile against your chest as his free hand undid the buttons on your jeans. You could feel the wetness in your underwear now, the telltale stripe of moisture under your cunt as he coaxed that sweet feeling all through your veins with his tongue and fingers on your nipple.

"I want you to fuck me," you gasped. "Need you to fuck me hard."

"Oh don't you worry, baby, I'm gonna take good care of you," he murmured against your skin as he pulled the material down your legs. "Fuck, you're so wet already. I can see it on your panties. I wanna taste you there too. Can I?" His big dark eyes looked up at you with pleading and what you would have called innocence had he not already been flicking his tongue back over your nipple, making you squirm and huff with the pleasurable tickle of it. In reply you pulled the rest of your clothes away from you, but before he could reach his prize you took his jaw in your hand and brought his head up to look at you. He was instantly attentive and alert, looking slightly worried, as If you might have changed your mind in the few seconds it had taken for you to remove your clothes.

"You can taste me, if I can taste you afterwards," you offered.

"Hell yeah you can," he muttered appreciatively as he got to his feet and lifted you on to a haybale. The straw poked you roughly and mercilessly, but you forgot about that when he leaned over you and kissed you deeply again. "Gonna make you feel real good, honey," he promised again before kissing a path downward. He hooked your legs over his biceps and ran his forearms up to your breasts, teasing your nipples again before diving right in to lick warm, wide stripes from your cunt to your clit. It had been so long since anyone had been intimate with you, your head felt dizzy and overwhelmed, but he took it to another level with the enthusiasm he brought to the task. He lapped at you and what you were leaking as if he were a man starved, pushing his face into you, so you could feel his patchy stubble rub against your inner thighs, and sucking gently on your clit. It took an embarrassingly short time before your breaths came stunted and your voice rose in a wail of pleasure as he drove you to your peak, the red hot lava of it flowing from your core throughout your body. He ripped a second from you when he pushed two thick fingers inside and curled them wonderfully to strike against that part inside you that you yourself could never reach. His eyes glittered with lust as you came down from your high and you swore you could come again just from the look he was giving you from between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs and wiped his mouth as he came in for another kiss, your taste all over his tongue and lips.

"Your turn." you announced breathlessly, as you got down from the bale on shaky legs. Not breaking eye contact, you knelt in front of him, the straw on the floor not much of a cushion for your knees. He moaned loudly as you raked your nails down his side, catching them on the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, allowing his cock to spring free and bob up toward his stomach. You had felt that he was well endowed, but seeing him was something else entirely and you couldn't help the hum of appreciation that escaped you before you leaned forward kissed the reddened tip, his precum brushing over your lips. You looked up at him as you licked it off and could see his breaths coming heavy and wild, his shoulders and chest heaving in anticipation. His hands came around to tangle in your hair as you licked a swirl over his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking gently whilst moving down his shaft.

"Fuck, baby. You're so good. C-can I move?" You brought your hands around to the firmness of his ass and moved him forward a little to give him permission and saw his head roll back in pleasure. He seemed to not want to hurt you and fucked your mouth much more gently than you thought he would. Your head bobbed further and further down his shaft until he was striking the back of it, making you gag a little. Raising yourself back off, you pumped him with your hand while swirling your tongue over his tender head. When you brought your other hand to cradle his balls he trembled a little under your touch. "Honey, I do not want you to stop, but if you don't I won't be able to fuck you before I come." You removed your mouth from him slowly, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard as you progressed.

He helped you to your feet and reached down to stroke your clit again while he kissed your lips, the taste of you both mingling in your mouths. Turning your back to him you bent over the hay bale, presenting yourself to him and you heard a guttural sound of arousal behind you before the head of his cock was notching at your entrance and pushing in all at once, stretching you and making you whimper as he bent over your back and kissed your shoulder. "Are you ok, baby?" he muttered. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Now fuck me hard."

He bit down a little on the meat of your shoulder and whispered a low "Yes, Ma'am," before standing fully and beginning to piston his hips into you with forceful, firm strokes, his cock pushing further within you each time. It was overwhelming and even more so when he pushed down on your back further so that he was fucking down into you and sliding over your spot with each thrust. The change in pitch of your gasping moans and the wetness that you could suddenly feel around the tops of your thighs encouraged him to fuck you even harder, his cock swelling as he got close to his release and filling you up beautifully. "Like that, honey? Right there?" he grunted as you started to feel yourself lose control around him.

"Yes, there, please, don't stop, please," you begged. He captured your arms and pulled you further back toward him, and suddenly he was striking something white hot and golden inside and you were gone, your cunt pulsating around him and flooding him with you. Your head was so dizzied that you only noticed he had pulled you flush against his sweat-sticky chest when his arms were around you, grasping greedily at your breasts and the hot breath of his rich, deep voice was beside your ear.

"Where-"

"inside." He drove into you half a dozen more times before he cried your name aloud and you felt him pulsate strongly within you, jettisoning his spend into you with groans muffled against your shoulder. As he withdrew, he held you up gently before turning you and lying you on the bale he had just taken you over, coming to lie down beside you with his big eyes searching your face and his big calloused hands stroking the soft skin of your belly. The sweet summer sun was slanting over his face, turning his black eyes amber in its glow and you felt a welcome twinge in your heart as you took his face in your hand and kissed him.

[boneandfur]

Riding Lessons [2]

CHAPTER TWO

Rating: for mature readers only // Words: 2388 // Summary: Juniper gets ready to ride in the rodeo, and unexpectedly sees a face from her past.

•••

"If yer still hellbent on this damn fool idea of yours, you gotta wear something else." Cliff coughs delicately, moving his finger up and down to indicate the dress. They're standing under the pines, killing time. A blush creeps up his neck. "Just think what kind of example you're settin' for Duke's girl." 

"I think it's mad cool, grandpa!" Brooklynne squeals, hugging Juniper around the waist. "I'm gonna vlog the whole thing!" 

Juniper looks at Cliff, though she doesn't need his permission, she feels chastised all the same. She looks to Brooklynne. "Brook, what size shorts are you wearing?" 

Cliff's eyes bulge. "Oh, hell no. Duke would never forgive me if I let --" but Juniper is already tugging Brooklynne towards the bathrooms.

"This dress would look real pretty on you, Brook. In fact, if you like it, I'll let you keep it." Juniper keeps talking as they head into the bathroom and surpass the line, going straight into two neighboring stalls. 

"They're actually a little too big?" Brooklynne squeaks from the next stall. 

"Perfect." Juniper may have her mama's hips, but she can make it work. "Shirt too." Brooklynne's shirt and shorts sail over the partition, and Juniper passes Brooklynne the dress. She stole it from Caitlín before she left, hell, she stole Caitlín's boyfriend, Sully, too. But he didn't touch me the way Dick Mulligan... She pushes that thought away, but the memory of his touch is branded on her skin, she's aching all over with the need for him to touch her again, Just like that. 

Seven minutes later, Juniper is in Brooklynne's hacked off jeans, now a pair of teeny tiny Daisy Dukes that hug her curves like a second skin. The tank top might be a problem, she acknowledges grudgingly to herself as she looks in the mirror. My breasts are the problem. She's wearing a red lace balconette bra that seemed like a good idea at the time, but is completely out of place under the black tank top, which barely skims her belly button.

"Here, Juniper." Asha appears, looking her critically up and down before passing her a plaid shirt, and Juniper rolls the sleeves up, tying it under her breasts. 

"That's not what I..." Asha's eyes bug out. "Never mind. Looks cute, I guess. You might even pass for one of us, if you wore it the way God intended you to." 

Is that supposed to be a compliment? Juniper doesn't answer, intent on braiding her hair, out of her face. "Thanks, babe." She blows an air kiss, and Asha recoils like she's been slapped. 

"How's this?" Brooklynne taps Juniper on the shoulder, and she hears Asha suck in a horrified breath. 

"Oh, sugar, ain't you a picture!" Her mama's words come out of her mouth before she can stop them, and Juniper coughs to cover her slip. "You look beautiful. Don't she, Asha?" 

Asha is staring at Brooklynne like she's somehow become wild, feral. "You'd better cover yourself up! Juniper," she continues in a dark, urgent whisper, "I'm surprised -- no, shocked at you! You can't let that baby girl go out in the fair looking like, like -- that." They both look at Brooklynne, who is twirling dreamily in the mirror, the skirt fanning out around her knees, looking five years older already, the kind of girl who runs off with a carnival boy and never looks back. "When her pa sees that he's gonna --" 

"What's Duke gonna do? Oh, hell." Juliette pops her head in through the door to the cement washroom. "Asha, you better take that kid to get a cover-up on before Duke and Cliff see her. Juniper, you come with me." 

"And where the hell are you taking her?!" Asha demands, exasperation coloring her tone. "The rodeo starts in..." she checks her clipboard. "In less than fifty minutes!" 

Juliette ignores her, pulling Juniper out into the sunlight. She takes a good look up and down at the tied plaid and the Daisy Dukes, letting out a wolf whistle. "Damn, girl! They gonna let you ride in that?" She waits until they're out of earshot, then her face splits into a big grin. "You're riding in the rodeo! Sawyer told me," she goes on, unaware of how her face lights up when she talks about him, like no one can tell how she feels inside. 

If this wasn't all a means to an end, Juniper would let herself give them both a little push in the right direction, but she can't let herself get attached -- it hurts too much to say goodbye that way, and she never says goodbye, not if she can help it. "What else did he say?" Juniper plays with a loose thread on the shorts, which threaten to cut off her circulation at the hips. When all of this is over, and she's made it safely over the border, she's going to take a long soak in a copper tub, sloughing off this false identity like the dirt from the road. But until then, she's here in East Podunk, lying low, safe from the long arm of the law. "What?" 

Juliette waves a hand in front of her face. "You in there, June Bug? I said that Sawyer was real worried about you, but I told him I'd take care of it. And first order of business is gettin' you some ridin' boots and a hat. You're representin' Oakley Ranch, after all." Juliette winks at her. "What size shoe you wear?" 

"Six." But Juliette is already handing Juniper her boots.

Juliette runs a hand through her dark curls. "The toe box might be a little wonky, but I think you'll be all right. Those are five and a half's. They okay?" 

The boots fit like a dream almost to the toe box, which pinches. But it's only for a few hours. Juniper feels a warm feeling of gratitude bubble up in her chest, but she pushes it away. The less beholden she is to these people, to this place, the better. She wiggles her toes. "Thanks, I think these will be fine."

By the time they finish, Juniper is wearing a red hat edged with cheap silver ribbon, and there are only fifteen minutes left before the rodeo starts. Juliette leads her to a roped off area near the gate, crowded with people and press milling around. "You just go over there and find Asha. She's probably by thie chute. She'll assign you your number. You want me to come?" 

"Nah, I got this. Thanks again." Juniper hugs Juliette quick, kissing her on the cheek. Juliette smells of bourbon and green apple shampoo. She gives a little wave to Juniper.

"Good luck!" 

•••

With a swing in her hips and a confidence she doesn't feel, Juniper waltzes up to the crowd of cowboys.  Even in Juliette's boots, it's hard to see over the bobbing sea of ten gallon hats. There are rodeo cowboys and rodeo queens with spangles on their boots, there are little boys and girls in chaps leaning on the fence watching, and teenage boys swaggering around. 

She's never seen so many girls in painted on jeans, sparkly cowboy hats, and push up bras in her life. Somewhere in the crowd, she can hear Dick's deep baritone, and the high pitched giggles of girls. She looks for a familiar face, but she's hemmed in on all sides. She spots Dick, surrounded by several stage five clingers, all spray-tanned and bleached blonde with their hair teased to high heaven. They're pouting, trying to get his attention, but he's busy talking to some dark haired guy who's dressed as casually as the others, yet looks somehow out of place. As if he can sense her eyes on him, the stranger raises his head, scanning the crowd, and Juniper ducks down, frantically backpedaling. 

Dave Reyes. The long arm of the law has found her at last. I'm not ready. Not yet, please, not yet! She feels like she can't breathe, and sucks in several deep, rapid breaths, her heart rate speeding up. Her vision swims with black spots, and as she tries to fight her way back out of the crowd,  she feels a wave of dizziness slam into her. 

"Hey now, what do we have here?" A guy with a blonde crew cut, press badge, and a blue vest over a short-sleeved flannel shirt that looks like it came from the Sprawlmart clearance rack grabs her arm, smacking his lips as he surveys her. She's too out of it to slap him the way she yearns to, and instead a feeble protest leaves her lips as he hauls her forward. 

"No!" Juniper tries to tug her arm back, but the guy isn't listening. 

"A buckle bunny! Martin, look! I got us a real live buckle bunny!" he leers in Juniper's face, addressing her breasts. "How-de-doo, little bunny. I'm TJ." He snaps a selfie with a full flash, blinding her, and then gropes her ass. "Maybe you've heard of--" TJ has barely opened his mouth to start his spiel when Dick shoves his way through the crowd to step between them, his body shielding Juniper. 

"The lady said no. Are ya as dumb as ya look, or are ya deaf, too?" Dick snarls menacingly. 

With an irritated scowl, TJ puts his hands up like he'll shove Dick in the chest, then some sense of self preservation kicks in, and he steps back. "Get your own buckle bunny, man." 

"Back off," Dick growls. "You really wanna test me, city boy?" 

TJ mumbles something Juniper can't hear, and she whimpers. Dick whips around so fast she swears she can hear his spurs jangle, and then his arms are around her and he's carrying her through the crowd, all the way to a quiet corner in the back of the barn. 

Dick sets her down on a crate, rubbing small circles on her back. He clears his throat. "He didn't hurt ya, did he, Goldilocks?" 

Dizzy and nauseous, she shakes her head, and Dick passes her a flask from his pocket. She can't even touch it, too intent on trying to breathe. 

"Good. I thought..." Dick shakes his head, then starts rubbing her back, his deep voice low and soothing in Juniper's ears. "Put your head between your legs, cup your hands over your mouth, and take some nice, easy breaths," he murmurs, beard tickling her earlobe and setting off butterflies in her stomach. "I swear to God, if I see that city boy with his hands on you again --" she hears the sound of Asha's irritated voice, and then Dick's big, warm hand leaves her back as he stands up. She can hear Asha upbraiding him for "harassing the press". 

"You okay?" Asha crouches down near her, and Juniper nods, focusing on each small breath. Asha stands up, apparently satisfied with that answer, because she pats Juniper's shoulder awkwardly, and then fades back into the crowd when someone calls her name. 

From the corner of her eye, Juniper sees Dave again, and she ducks her head beneath the brim of her hat, hoping against hope he hasn't recognized her. She starts sweating, and then she's shaking uncontrollably, trying to fight the wave of blackness that threatens to engulf her. Voices swim around her in the darkness, and then she feels Dick's hand on her back again, tethering her to the here and now. 

"You clean up real good, Goldilocks," he whispers. "Knew I was gonna have to fight 'em off the minute I saw ya in them Daisy Dukes." When she looks over at him in surprise, he tips his hat and winks at her, then stands up, holding out a hand. "Ain't you gonna wish me luck?" 

Juniper stands up, the world righting itself again. She scans the crowd for Reyes, but he's melted away, as though he never was. She bites her lip. Maybe she was just imagining things. Maybe... "Good luck? Shouldn't you be wishin' me luck, cowboy?" she pokes Dick in the chest, and then he's pressing her up against the barn, their lips a hairsbreadth away. She feels drunken, dizzy, though she hasn't touched a drop. Dick tilts her chin up with two fingers, and just as he bends his head, his breath warm on her lips, she hears Asha calling her name. 

"Juniper!" Asha's voice, so close, makes her jump, and she wriggles past Dick, making her way towards Asha, who rubs the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Did she see Juniper and Dick, so close they almost could have kissed? Undoubtedly. Asha's voice is colored by something deep and green when she speaks again, and Juniper shifts uncomfortably in Juliette's borrowed boots. Her feet are beginning to hurt. "It's not too late to back out..."

Just lay low as long as you can, honey pie, Opal Mae's voice whispers in the back of her mind, as though her mama is standing right beside her. It's living out in the open that'll get ya. Ghosters are livin' dead people's lives for 'em. If the Feds don't know where ya are, they'll never catch up to ya. 

But the money... they can start over with that kind of money, they can stop running for good. Three notes, Ellie. She thinks of the last postcard she sent, musical notes interspersed amidst her cramped handwriting. Ellie remembers, right? She must. It was all Opal ever whistled when it meant You're safe now, little chicks, the coast is clear. 

"June?" Asha touches her shoulder. For a moment, Juniper loses her train of thought as she hears the national anthem start up, and Dick Mulligan swaggers past her in his chaps and black hat, raising his brows at her and giving her a nod as he passes. 

One last con, one last game, you can do this, she tells herself. "I'm not backing out. I can do this, Asha." 

Asha exhales through her nose. "Right." She hands Juniper a number on a piece of paper. "You're after Mulligan. Remember to mark the horse out, or you'll be disqualified on the spot." Her fingers brush a stray curl that's come loose from Juniper's braid. "Lucky number seven." 

Lucky number seven. That's gotta count for something, right? 

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(part one is on the choices archive - choicesfanfic.com under the same name. eventually i will make some new masterlists with the external links.)

[fanwarriorfictions]

One-

A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter Seven- Part Two

   Phina and Hopper pulled up to the Junkyard. They instantly noticed the black cars of the "bad men,"

   "Shit," Phina whispers.

   Hopper hid the car and they got out, "you stay here, I'll handle this."

   "No chance in hell," Phina spits, "remember, those are my kids, and I'm going to go get them."

   Hopper glances at the girl, her fiery eyes telling him that he was not going to win in an argument, "ok, just stay close."

   The kept low, sneaking up behind one of them, who was about to get on the bus that the kids were hiding on. The man opens the door, but Hopper hits him in the head, knocking him into the door and knocking him out instantly.

   Another man runs around the bus, hearing the noise, "hey!"

   Phina turns and swings her fist right into his temple. The man shouts in pain. Phina grabs his head and brings it down, and her knee up, knocking him out.

   Hopper knocks out the other agent and gets into the bus, holding his gun, ready to defend the kids at any cost.

   "Alright lets go," he says, the kids all just stare at him, "let's, go!"

   They rush out of of the bus, seeing Phina take the gun of the man she fought, and putting it into the waistband of her jeans.

   "Phina," Mike shouts.

   She turns to her brother and rushes to pull him into a hug, "don't you ever make me worry like that again!"

   She then turns to the rest of the group, "that applies to all of you to!"

   They follow after Hopper, Phina inspecting each of them for injuries. Dustin complained about it, but she was to relieved to have her kids back, safe and sound.

-

   They pulled up to the Byers' house, Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy rushing out to meet them. Nancy rushes out and pulls Mike into a hug.

   "Oh my god, I was so worried about you," she shouts.

   "Yeah, uh," Mike says awkwardly, "me too."

   Nancy looks over at the rest of the group, at El specifically, "is that my dress."

   El looks up at Phina, who just shrugs, "she needed something to wear."

   They all went inside, sitting down to hear what the kids have found out about this whole thing. Mike was explaining to them about where Will and Barb were, a place they called the upside down.

   "So in this example, you're the acrobat," he points to the little stick figure, "Will and Barbra, and that monster, they're this flea. And this is the upside down, where Will is hiding. Mr Clark said that the only way to get there is through a rip in time and space."

   "A gate," Dustin adds.

   "That we tracked to Hawkins Lab," Lucas says.

   "With our compasses," Dustin says, earnings a confused look from them, "ok, so the gate has a really strong electro magnetic field."

   "Which would change the direction of a compass needle," Phina nods, getting a big smile from Dustin.

   "Is this gate under ground," Hopper asks.

   "Yes," El answers.

   "Near a large water tank," he inquires.

   El nods, "yes."

   "H-how'd you know all of that," Dustin stutters.

   "He's seen it," Mike answers.

   Joyce leans forward to El, "is there anyway you could reach Will, and you could talk to him in this..."

   "The upside down," El interrupts.

   "Down, yeah," Joyce whispers.

   El nods.

   "And my friend Barbra, can you find her too," Nancy asks.

   El gives a short nod and they start to set up whatever Mike tells them they need. They go to the table and turn on the CB radio on to static, and Nancy puts the photo of Barb next to it.

   They all surround El as she concentrates, her eyes closed. The light above the table starts to flicker and Phina looks at it. When it comes back on, El opens her eyes and looks at Joyce.

   "I'm sorry," she whispers.

   Joyce get a little frantic, "what's wrong. What happened."

   El looks upset, "I can't find them."

   Everyone looks a little disappointed, but Phina gives El a comforting smile. El leaves to go to the bathroom, clearly upset about not being able to find them, about letting everyone down. Phina stands up after a moment and follows the girl. She knocks on the bathroom door, hearing the water of the sink running.

   "El, it's Phina, can I come in," she asks.

   The door opens and Phina walks in, closing it again. El was crying, Phina noticed the tears right away.

   "Hey hey hey," Phina whispers, "it's ok, El. It's not your fault."

   El turns to her, "I couldn't help them."

   "I know sweety, I know. But you can't help that, your drained hun, you need to time to regain your strength before you can do anything else," Phina says, bringing the girl into a hug.

   El wraps her arms around Phina, burying her head in her shoulder, crying softly. Phina rubs small circles in her back, sushing her softly.

   She pulls away and grabs El's hands, "you've done so much for all of us already El, you saved my brother, you protected all of them, you don't have to keep being so selfless," Phina tells her sternly.

   El looks down at their entwined hands, her eyes instantly going to the little black tattoo on Phina's wrist. Her eyes shoot open wide and she looks up at Phina.

   "Like me," El asks, wide eyed, shocked.

   El pulls her hand from Phina's and turns Phina's wrist upwards, placing her own next to it. On El's sat the number 011 and on Phina's, was 001. Phina stared at their wrists, and sighed.

   "Yeah, like you. Like you but different," Phina tells her.

   "How?"

   Phina gently pulls her hands from El's, "that's not important right now."

   El gives her a look, which earns her a look as well. El sighs, giving up. She looks back at the mirror, and her eyes go to the bathtub, she turns to it.

   "What's wrong," Phina asks.

   "The bath," she says, "I can find them."

   Phina looks at her, confused, but she doesn't question it. El opens the door, grabbing Phina and pulling her along.

   They hear the group talking about El, about how she's drained.

   "The bath," El interrupts them.

   They all turn to them, "I can find them, in the bath."

-

   Dustin calls their science teacher, Mr Clark, "Mr Clark, it's Dustin.... yeah yeah, I just, I-I have a science question..... do you know anything about sensory deprivation tanks, specifically how to build one......... fun..... you always say we should never stop being curious, to always open any curiosity door we find... why are you keeping this curiosity door locked!"

   Phina chuckles at Dustin's guilt trip. Mr Clark finally relents and Dustin starts to write down whatever he says, mumbling from time to time. During the whole process, El doesn't let go of Phina, who had her arm wrapped around the girls shoulder. Everyone takes curious glances at the two, but don't say anything.

   Dustin hangs up and looks at Joyce, "do you still have that kiddy pool we bobbed for apples in?"

   "Uh, I think we do," Joyce says looking at Jonathan.

   "You do, it's in the shed," Phina answers.

   "Good, then we just need salt," Dustin says, "lots of it."

   "How much is lots," Hopper asks.

   Dustin looks down at his paper, then back up, "uh 15 hundred pounds."

   "Well where are we gonna get that much salt," Nancy asks.

   "I know," Hopper says.

   With that, they're all off, half of them in Hopper's jeep, the other in Joyce's car, going to the middle school. El still wouldn't leave Phina's side, and everyone grew more curious about them. The two had hardly even talked, but were already connected at the hip.

   They all split up into little groups, Hopper and Jonathan went to get salt, Nancy and Mike went to find hoses, Lucas and Dustin set up the pool, and Joyce, Phina, and El went to get El something to block the light so she could focus.

   The three girls went to a science room, Joyce finding some goggles and duct tape. They all sat down, facing each other as Joyce duct taped the goggles.

   "This will keep it dark for you," Joyce tells Eleven, "just like in your bathtub."

   Joyce looks up at El, who stays silent, holding tightly to Phina's hand, "you're a very brave girl, you know that don't you? Everything you're doing for my boy, for Will, for my family. Thank you."

   Joyce's eyes start to tear up, she leans over to grab El's free hand, "listen, I am going to be with you, the whole time. And if it ever gets to scary, in that place, you just let me know, ok?"

   "We'll both be there El," Phina whispers to the girl, "are you ready?"

   El looks at the two women, calmly, but her fingers grips their hands desperately, "yes."

   "Ready."

-

   They had just finished preparing the deprivation tank when the girls walked into the gym. Phina walked El over to the tank, only letting go over her hand when she reached down to take her socks off, and Mike's watch which she hands to him.

   Joyce hands her the goggles which she puts on after Phina gives her a nod. Her hand flies out and Phina grabs it.

   "I'm right here El, you're ok," Phina whispers.

   Phina and Joyce help El get into the pool, letting go of her hands hesitantly. El walks forward a few steps and sits down in the pool, before letting herself float on her back.

   Almost instantly, the lights in the gym flicker off. Everyone watches El, Phina and Joyce ready to grab her if she gets to scared.

   "Barbra," El suddens says.

   Nancy leans forward and watches El closely. The lights flicker again and El breathes a little heavier.

   "What's going on," Nancy asks.

   "I don't know," Mike answers.

   "Is Barb ok," Nancy ask El, "is she ok!"

   El starts to whimper, "gone, gone, gone."

   She then starts to cry out, "gone, gone, gone!"

   Phina leans forward to comfort the girl, "it's ok El, you're ok, we're right here. I'm right here El, you're ok."

   Joyce comforts her too, "it's ok sweety."

   Phina grabs her hand, the arm that has her tattoo, "don't be afraid El, I'll protect you. Don't be afraid."

   El starts to calm down, Joyce and Phina whispering to her.

   "Castle Byers," El says.

   It's quiet for a moment, then, "Will?"

   Joyce gasps, "you tell him, tell him I'm coming. Mom is coming."

   Will's voice echoes through the CB, "hurry."

   "Ok, you tell him to stay where he is. We're coming, ok, we're coming honey."

   Whimpering noise come through the radio and Phina gets scared.

   "El, El are you ok, El come on," she grabs the girls arm again.

   El sits up, scaring everyone. Phina pulls the girl into her, hugging her tightly. El puts arm arm on Phina's, gripping her arm like a life line.

   "You're ok El, I'm here, you're ok," Phina coos the crying girl.

   "Come on, let's get you out of the water," Phina says.

   She helps El up, "Dustin, grab the towel."

   Dustin scrambles to bring her the towel and Phina grabs it from his hands. She turns to El and wraps it around her shoulders, helping her out of the pool. She brings the kids all over to bleachers, El laying her head on Mike's shoulders.

   Suddenly Hopper storms out, Jonathan and Joyce following. Phina glances at them but looks back at the kids.

   Phina had grabbed a second towel and she wrapped it around El, "there, that should warm you up."

   The doors to the gym slam open and Phina turns to see her sister leave. She sighs through her nose, looks like I got babysit all of them.

   "You guys stay here, I'll be back," she tells them.

   Phina walks out of the gym and finds Nancy and Jonathan sitting on the floor. She walks over and sits next to Nancy, the three teens sitting in silence.

   "We have to go back to the station," Nancy says.

   Jonathan and Phina look at each other, and then at Nancy.

   "Why," Jonathan whispers.

   "Your mom and Hopper, are just, walking in there like bait," Nancy explains, "that thing, is still in there. We can't just sit here and let it get them too. We can't."

   They go silent, Phina reaching out to grab her sister's hand. Nancy squeezes her hand gratefully.

   "You still want to try it out," Jonathan says.

   "I want to finish what we started," Nancy answers, "I want to kill it."

  "What about the kids," Phina asks, "we can't leave them."

   "They'll be fine, they've got Eleven," Jonathan says.

   Nancy notices the look that arises on Phina's face, "and she's got them, they won't let anything happen to her."

   Phina nods slowly, convincing herself that they'll be okay, "ok, let's go kick some Demagorgan ass."

-2175 words-

[vorthosthewillis]

Welcome back to my Pokemon Legends nuzlocke! Two regions down, and onto the Coastlands.

Part 3: Defining the Crew, and Beating the Thieves

Welcome to the Coastlands! This beautiful place enacted a toll very, very quickly, as I lost Gari to a Strong style Double Edge within five minutes of being here. While this stung, in retrospect writing this it almost feels… fitting? Gari had been the embodiment of the rage that came from losing Nutmeg and those after her, and I had finally let that go with Mom's retirement. I had caught a Petilil in the Marshlands, and evolved her. The new LadyRidge would join the team, and remind me to not let rage take hold. 

Honestly, things went swimmingly, pun intended as I traveled this region, and I began to have a good time imagining my team. The first to appear was actually Lilith and Kodiak, who I began to imagine as a pair of girl bosses who were best friends, and Lilith would sleep on Kodiak's back. Azure and Adapt were my 1st and 3rd pokemon, and so old reliable friends, and the kind of grown-ups compared to the first two being a bit less mature. TimeLord was just strange, and popped around like it knew something we didn't. Lastly, LadyRidge was aloof, but gentle. She was a silent protector of the group, helping but not bonding.

Anyway, back to what happened. I caught some pokemon, I trained, Azure and TimeLord evolved, and I befriended a Growlithe I named Chaucer (a glimpse of the future), and then the thieves took another cute Growlithe. I had to get him back. Luckily I made a fish friend, and could go out on the water, so I headed to Firespit Island. My team as I reached the isle:

Azure (Samurott), lvl 41

Adapt (Umbreon), lvl 40

Lilith (Crobat), lvl 40

Kodiak (Ursaluna), lvl 39

TimeLord (Porygon2), lvl 39

LadyRidge (Lilligant), lvl 39

The first fight comes from the bandit Clover, with her Abomasnow, who I don't have a clear answer to. I'm saving Azure and Kodiak for the Arcanine boss battle, so Adapt is the tankiness of those who remain. She tanks its attacks and takes it down, surviving with just a tidge over half health. That's when I remember there's no time between the thief battles. In order to live, Adapt is gonna have to tank at least the first attacks from Coin and Charm as well. 

Coin sends out a Toxicroak, and it gets a poison jab off before I can swap out to Lilith and kill it. Then Charm sends out a Rhydon, which thankfully Adapt outspeeds, so I pull her back to safety and send out LadyRidge. Recognizing the threat, Charms swaps to Gengar, and I follow with TimeLord, who Shadow Balls the Gengar to death. The Rhydon comes out, and somehow gets two attacks on Timelord, dropping it to the red. LadyRidge jumps out and finishes the job to protect the others. The tiny Growlithe we came to save evolves, and gets hit by the rift, causing it to flip out. Adapt and TimeLord are dangerously low, Lilith is bruised, and LadyRidge will die if she fights this thing. Azure and Kodiak, this is why I've been saving you. 

Now, the Arcanine fight scared me. In my og run, it's the only boss I had significant trouble with, so in order to prep I actually trained against this battle on my og account. With that confession out of the way, I started the fight. I dodge like mad, focusing more on evasion than lobbing balms, though I get a few off. Azure comes out, and trashes the Arcanine, and I begin to get a bit more offensive. Kodiak comes out, and easily takes Arcanine down too. I lob the balms, and suddenly… it's over. It went flawlessly. I mean, every one of my pokemon are at least in the yellow, and a third in the red, but we won. And only lost 1 pokemon this time. 

Whew.

Coastlands completed.

Current Team:

Azure, Adapt, Lilith, Kodiak, TimeLord, LadyRidge 

Teammates lost: 1

Gari

Total Teammates lost: 5

Diorite, Nutmeg, Cordyceps, Lily, Gari

Teammates Retired: 1

Mom Shipton

Next time: The Mountain that wants to kill Me.

[hangulfan]

The Law I

🌸Her views🌸

I’ve been planning this vacation all year long, I’m ready to just spend two weeks relaxing, but nothing goes according to the plan. I made my reservation two weeks ahead, but for some mysterious reason, they couldn’t find it. I’m going to take a deep breath so flames wouldn’t come out of my ear, or my head explode.

Lily: hold the door please *speed walking to the lift*  thank you

“You’re welcome”

So I’m in this elevator with only guys and I'm  wearing mini shorts. I can feel my ass getting sizzle with a stare, can my day get any worse? When I get to the room I’m going straight to sleep.

*Jay’s Views at restaurant*

Jay: I think this is a good place to lay low for a couple of days until things cool off back home, what you guys think?

Simon: I think it’s a good idea, *looking at a girl walking by *

Gray: and the girls are looking pretty nice around here too.

Jay: did you guys see the girl in the elevator earlier?

Gray: I didn’t see her face, but she had a nice ass

Jay:*chuckles* you guys can have all the fun that you need, cuz when we go back it’s going to be serious business

Simon: what about you?

Jay: me? I’m going back to my room I have work to do.

Simon: come on man, you should try to relax to while you can

Gray: you can do whatever you want here, it’s not like you will see any of these girls here ever again enjoy it.

Jay: You do know I can get any girl I want right?

Simon: Yes, we know

Jay:*looks over at the table near him, with all the girls staring at them and giggles*  but, I guess you guys are right  *all of the sudden, the girl from the elevator walks in and the server puts her on the table next to him*

Gray: there goes the short, she actually looks pretty. Nice face and nice ass, that’s rare unless it’s fake.

Jay: Can you stop talking about her ass already?

Gray: Can you stop looking at her every five seconds?

Simon: can you both stop? Guys let’s just enjoy ourselves while we’re here, there are enough girls for everyone.

Jay: you’re right, let’s just go *all get-up and leave*

*a few hours  later at the pool*

This is the life sitting in a pool, drinking with girls all around. Again here comes the same girl, in a bikini, and her belly button pierced with a lily tattooed on her side.

Simon:*elbows Gray*

Gray: Damn, Jay?

Jay: Whoa, I wonder if she’s here alone? *stares at her*

Simon: there you go again

Jay: what?

Simon: nothing

It’s weird how much I want to talk to her. Usually, when I walk in a room I can and always get any females attention, but this girl I’m sitting next to, I can’t even say anything.

*Lily views*

Today is just beautiful, the weather is just perfect. I was looking forward to actually get wet, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen, we’ll see.

*45min later*

Okay I need some sleep now I am just beat, if I don’t get up now I might just fall asleep there by the pool.

Waiting for the elevator these guys come with 2 girls each waiting for that same elevator, these people cannot keep their hands off of each other.

*elevator ding*

They all went in.

“You coming?”

Lily: no thanks, I’ll just wait for the next one

“Okay”

After I get to my room I went straight to sleep.

*next morning*   *7 AM*

Today is going to be quite exciting, we’re going to take a tour in the jungle, that include zip lining, horse riding, and who knows what else.

My phone is waterproof so that’s good. After having breakfast, I pack my backpack and make my way to the tour bus.

“Hey, is anyone sitting next to you?”

Lily: no

“Mind if I sit?”

Lily: help yourself

“Thanks”

It takes us an hour and a half just to get to get to the jungle. Getting off it is hot as heck outside. All I have on is sneakers, a short, tank top, and a plaid shirt, with a bathing suit underneath it.

Guide: ok everyone, as we’re about to go in the jungle, be careful don’t get lost and make sure you stay close to your partner, I see we have some young couples here *looking at Jay and Lily*

Lily:* looks left and right, trying to look for the young couples, and notices the guy next to her* oh we’re not a coup-

“It’s great to see young people make commitments like this”

“I hope you guys last 50yrs”

Why are these people give me a husband? I don’t even know the guy’s name.

Guide: Okay, stay close to your partners, and let’s get going.*walks ahead*

Lily: *groans*

“Hey, I’m sorry about that”

Lily: it’s straight.

“I’m Jay *reaches  his hand* ”

Lily: I’m Lily *shakes his hand*

Jay: Lily? The flower Lily or it’s short for something?

Lily: I guess you can say it’s both. Short for Emily, and yes the Lilies are my favorite flowers

Jay: well nice to meet you Lily

Guide: you two lovebirds should keep up

Lily: grrrr

Tour’s going great except these people keeps on saying that I’m with this guy on my honeymoon, like what the heck?

Guide: ok ladies and gentlemen, this is going to get tricky we’re going to climb the rock where the waterfall is. Ok, who’s going first?

Lily: I’ll go

Jay: Hey, you sure about that? It looks a bit dangerous

Lily: what you scared?

Guide: ok we’ll have our young couple first

If this guy doesn’t stop, he’s gonna be missing in this forest. After climbing the wall we did more walking. Now everyone’s resting by a waterfall, it is beautiful, with the turquoise colored water.

“Would you guys like for me to take a picture of you?”

Jay:*looks at Lily* uh…

“Come on don’t be shy, you guys are on your honeymoon right?”

Lily:*deep sigh* yes ma'am we are

Jay:*chuckles*

“Okay, husband get in the picture”

I swear everyone here’s missing a couple of screws, their level of ignorance is pretty high.

*hours later*

Finally heading back to the hotel, crap another hour and a half on the wet clothes.

Lily: I’m starving *sits in the bus*

Jay: you good?

Lily: yeah, just hungry

Jay: uhm….

Lily: I’m just going to sleep till then

Jay: Uh…Lily

Lilly: yes

Jay: you mind if I use your phone for a second? my phone died

Lily: here *hands him the phone*

Jay: thank you

Sitting on the bus, thinking about everything I didn’t even realize we were already at the hotel. First thing I need to do is to get out of the wet clothes.

Making my way to the hotel, I want to pass out. I’m starving and right now I do not smell pleasant.

*2hrs later 7 PM dinner* *Jay’s views*

Simon: Jay where’d you go?

Gray: even if we’re in a different country do you think we’re safe? you can’t just run off like that

Jay: I did not run off, I went on a tour

Simon: tour? Tour of what?

Jay: forest

Gray: I didn’t know you were interested in things like that.

Jay: I don’t

Simon: then why did you go?

Jay: because I..I- *notices Lily walking in*

Simon: *looks his way* no way

Gray: please tell me that you did not follow her

Simon: Jay, you know there’s a certain thing people like us can’t have.

Jay: I know…. It’s just when I saw her get on the bus I couldn’t help it, I got on without even thinking about it, or even knowing where it was going, I just wanted to go wherever she was going.

Gray: so you’re falling for “shorts”?

Jay: her name’s Lily

Simon: whoah, you even got her name?

Jay: we were kind of paired up

Gray: paired up?

Jay: everyone thought we were a married couple in our honeymoon

Gray: no way

Simon: what did she say?

Jay: she was annoyed at first, but then she just let it go.

Simon: so did you guys talk?

Jay: not really, I don’t think she’s much of a talker

Gray: really?

Jay: yeah, we were out for like 7hrs, she rarely talked or smile. Even on the bus she just sat there looking out the window.

Gray: oh

Simon: she’s here alone, at least from what we can tell.

Jay: I Wonder what’s wrong?

Simon: are you gonna talk to her?

Gray: look we have a couple of girls waiting for us by the pool, let’s go have some fun

Simon: I’m down, Jay?

Jay: *looking at her*

Simon: Yo

Jay: sorry guys I’m gonna have to pass *gets up and walks towards her* uh.. Lily?

Lily: mhm..*looks up* oh Hi

Jay: hey mind if I sit?

Lily: uh.sure  I guess

Jay: thanks.

Lily: you’re welcome

Jay:…..

Lily: soooo. Can I help you?

Jay: well uh-

Lily: I’m sure you have something to say

Jay: what makes you say that?

Lily: well I know you followed me to the jungle tour, you stared at me the entire drive to the hotel, the past 20 minutes since I got here, I’m not going to mention the times you stared at me at the pool or elevator. Now that you’re sitting here, you’re not saying anything, how come?

Jay: ..uhh

Lily: yeah, you’d make a horrible thief

Jay: *smirk*

Lily: what?

Jay: why’d you say that?

Lily:  too obvious

Jay: oh

Lily: so what do you really want from me?

Jay: dinner

Lily: dinner? 

Jay: yeah

Lily: I just ate

Jay: no, I want you to have dinner with me.

Lily: why?

Jay: why? Well, I’m a guy and you’re a girl and….

Lily: let me guess, you guys are on vacation you plan to mess around with any girl that comes your way because there are no chances that you guys are going to see them again.

Jay: Well…

Lily: am I wrong?

Jay:…

Lily: exactly

Jay: what about you?

Lily: me?

Jay: yea

Lily: besides being stalk by you, I’m someone who’s trying to enjoy my vacation.*getting up* I think your friends are waiting for you.

Jay: where you going?

Lily: I’m going back to my room

Jay: why?

Lily: well it’s been a long day, and I have a pretty amazing view that I want to actually enjoy. *walks out*

Jay: *follows her* Lily

Lily: what?

Jay: okay you’re right

Lily: about?

Jay: what you said

Lily: well I was right about everything I said, so you gonna have to be specific to which one

Jay: about the whole we’re just here to have fun with girls and such, well pretty much everything

Lily: I know

Jay: okay maybe I thought about it like that, but not with you, I just want to talk to you, you know just to be friendly.

Lily: just to be friendly?

Jay: yeah

Lily: *sigh* okay fine,  you have-

Gray: *walks towards him with a few girls*  hey is she coming with us? *looks at Lily* you’re going to have the night of your life

Lily: excuse me? *frown looks at Jay*

Jay: no-

Lily: *walks off*

Jay: Dude

Gray: so that’s a no?

Jay: *went after her*

Gray:*looks at Simon* I think I messed up, didn’t I?

Simon: you think?

*meanwhile*

Jay: hey I’m really sorry about that.

Lily: look I’ve had a long day, so goodnight *gets in the elevator*

Jay: *sigh*

Simon: yo you coming?

Jay: no I’m going to sleep *walks away*

*3AM*

Simon: *knocking on Jay’s door*

Jay:*opens the door* you better have a good reason to be here right now.

Simon: we have a big problem

Jay: problem? *lets him in the room*

Simon: I just got a call, two banks were robbed yesterday

Jay: and? That has nothing to do with us…right?

Simon: well they arrested a couple of our guys

Jay: why?

Simon: because someone left your signature on the scene

Jay: mine, but I’m here

Simon: it’s a setup, I think it’s from someone on the inside

Jay: we’re leaving in 30minutes, get Gray

Simon: okay

*35 minutes later*

*in elevator*

Lily: hold it please *runs in the elevator with her belongings* thank you

Simon: *looks at Jay*

Lily: *phone rings* hello, yes, yes. I’m on my way, I should be there early in the morning *hangs up the phone* I can’t even have one stinking week to myself.

Jay: you good?

Lily: yea *puts her hair out of the ponytail*

*all exits the elevator, after checking out of the hotel, they make their way out*

Jay: hold on second guys

Simon: what’s wrong?

Jay: I need to ask Lily something

Gray: Jay this isn’t the time

Jay: it’ll only be a second *walks towards her* Hey Lily

Lily: yes

Jay: uhm I was wondering if maybe I could have your number you know so we could maybe talk sometimes.

Lily: ask me that the next time you see me

Jay: I don’t think there’s a possible chance that we’ll get to meet again.

Lily: exactly my point, have a safe flight *gets in the taxi*

*10 AM*  *Lily’s view. Police station*

Lily: you guys better have a good reason for dragging me away from my vacation at 3 AM.

“There’s been 3 robberies in the past two days, not just any kind of bank. They hit bank with major security system”

Lily: if they have a major security system, how do they get robbed? Doesn’t it sound like an inside job? It has to be people who work in them.

“That’s what we thought too until we find a bunch of drawings in the banks”

Lily: who would take their times to draw during a robbery? Do you have any leads?

“Yes, we suspect that It is AOMG crew, all the drawing are tattoos that each member of the crew have”

Lily: I think that’s a setup

“ how? All evidence leads to them”

Lily: who would be so stupid to rob not one but 3banks steal millions of dollars and then leave a trail behind, I smell set up all over that

“Their leader is your office, waiting to talk to you”

Lily: why?

“Because you’re in the lead of this one”

Lily: you’re kidding?

“Nope, here’s your files good luck”

Lily: thanks

“By the way, be careful with this guy he’s a playboy”

Lily: awesome * walks into her office* ok my name is-

“Lily?”

Lily:* looks up* Jay? What are you doing here? Wait- are you the person I’m supposed to be talking to?

Jay: you’re a cop?

Lily: and you’re a thief? Now I see,  No wonder you and I didn’t get along. Didn’t I tell you that you’d make a horrible thief, who would leave a trace behind like that? it’s stupid, but thanks, you’re going to make our job easier

Jay: what? What are you talking about?

Lily: I’m talking about the reason you here, I’m going to be in charge of this case I’m looking forward to your corporation.

Jay: yes Lily

Lily: it’s detective 

Jay: detective 

Lily: so where were two days ago?

Jay: I was away on vacation

Lily: do you have anyone to confirm that?

Jay: *sigh* yes, I went with my two best friends.

Lily: we’re gonna need to confirm that

Jay: seriously?

Lily: yes.

*couple hrs later*

Jay: can I leave now?

Lily: why another bank to rob?

Jay: what? How could you even think that? You know where I was two days ago.

Lily: you won’t be clear until we check your phone record.

Jay: are you really going to do this?

Lily: do what?

Jay: I have things to do, do you think I want to sit here all day, or do you just want to look at me?

Lily: don’t flatter yourself. *walks out of the office*

*10 minutes later*

Lily: *walks back in* you’re clear to go.

Jay: you made me stay here knowing well that I had nothing to do with it.

Lily: I said that you are clear to leave the station, You’re not clear until we find the money, and the people who’re responsible.

*Jay left the station*

“What you think?”

Lily: I still think that it’s a setup

“Why?”

Lily: he’s smart no way he was going to rob a bank and leave a note that said: “here’s my address come find me”.

“You do know gangsters all have a trademark Right”

Lily: I know, that’s why it makes no sense for them to make the trademark a tattoo that they all have, that makes no sense if you ask me I don’t think the trademark is something you'd  fine tattooed on them, would it? so it’s definitely someone on the inside of their crew.

*Jay’s mansion a couple of days later*

Simon: so we’re clear?

Jay: no, they still think that we have something to do with the robberies.

Gray: but we weren’t even here when it happened.

Jay: I know, something doesn’t feel right. Where’s Anna?

Simon: don’t know.

Jay: I have a couple of-

“Someone is here to see you”

Jay: who?

“It’s two detectives*

Jay: let them in

” okay “

Simon: aren’t you a bit too relax right now?

Jay: we didn’t do anything wrong- Detective Lily, it’s a pleasure to see you again.

Lily: sorry I can’t say the same for you, this is my partner Lee.

Jay: To what do I owe this visit? I thought you said that I was clear?

Lily: I said you were clear to leave the station, you’re not clear until we find the money and the person who’s responsible for the robbery, which brings me to the reason we’re here.

Lee: we believe it’s a setup

Gray: a setup?

Lee: yes, someone from your crew maybe. have you been had any problems with any of your friends recently?

Jay: what? no way

Lily: are you admitting that you did it?

Lee: Em 

Jay: No, I’m not admitting to anything I didn’t do

Lily: you wouldn’t admit it if you did it either

Jay:*frowns*

Lee: *Ahem*

Jay: look I’m the only one giving out orders here, I was not in town in the last 3days, and I don’t think any of my men did it either.

Lily: we’ll be the judge of that.

Anna: Hey, what’s going on here? Are you back already?

Jay: Yeah we have a situation

Lily:*scans her from head to toe, and notices a tattoo on her left shoulder*

Anna: *looks at her and smile*

Jay: Lily can I talk to you for a second?

Lily: it’s detective, whatever you have to say you can say it here.

Lee:*phone rings* I have to take this *walks out*

Jay: I know you’re aware I was not in town

Lily: you could’ve used a disposable phone.

Jay: Are you kidding me right now?

Lily: Look I don’t have-

Lee: Lily we have to go to the bank

Lily: why?

Lee: I think they have something

Jay: what?

Lily: thanks for your time but we have to leave. *walks out with Lee*

Gray: she’s a cop??

Simon: who cares what she is, I told you we’re being set up

Jay:*frowning* we have to figure this out before it gets worst.

Anna: figure what out?

Simon: there’s a rat in this crew

Anna: a Rat?

Jay: Yeah, someone is setting us up, we need to get rid of him before it gets worst.

Simon: nice watch *looking at her hand* real diamonds

Anna: thanks… It’s an..early birthday present from a friend.

Gray: nice

Anna: thanks

*Lily’s view*

Lily: okay what do we have?

"Well all the cameras messed up, I think someone purposely did something to them”

Lily: what do you mean?

“I mean there is no footage of the robbery”

Lee: that’s not possible, there are cameras everywhere in this bank.

“Well there are no footages”

Lily: what about the outside?

“Well there’s only one camera outside each of them, I doubt you’ll find anything relatable”

Lily: we’ll split it

Lee: I’ll look at the footage from the second bank that was robbed

Lily:  I’ll take the 3rd.

There has to be a mastermind behind this, who can rob 3 banks in a day?. I know for a fact that Jay didn’t do it, at least I hope he has nothing to do with it

*3days later*

Lily: did you guys find anything?

“Besides one lady who passed out outside”

Lee: same here

Lily: so did I

“Is it just me or there’s something fishy there?”

Lily: how can she pass out in front of all 3 banks, seconds before they got robbed?

Lee: how can we know it’s the same girl?

“Mine is wearing a skirt, and her hair is blonde ”

Lee: I have a Brunet her hair is short

Lily: I have a girl in a dress, is there a way to see the faces clear? Or find out if there are any similarities with all 3?

“I can try but that’s going to take 5days at least to look at all 3 cameras ”

Lily: you have 2days. *walks out of the tech office*

Lee: Are you going to tell him?

Lily: who?

Lee: Jay

Lily: I’ll just wait till we have confirmation *walking out *

Lee: hey I’m going grab lunch wanna come?

Lily: sure, you’re paying

Lee: how come I always pay?

Lily: because you asked me to lunch means you want to pay for my lunch.

*later at Lunch*

Lee: so how was your vacation?

Lily: *psh* Y'all dragged me back here just two days later. I’m not even sure why you guys sent Mr-

Lee: Emy look who’s here?

Lily:*looking over it’s Jay with the same tattooed girl and a bunch of bodyguards for who knows what reason* who cares

Lee: why do you hate him so much?

Lily: I’m a cop, he’s a thief

Lee: but still, you don’t know him. You guys just met, but it feels like you resent him.

*out of nowhere*

Jay: Detective Emily

Lily: Can I help you?

Jay: Can I talk to you for a minute?

Lily: go ahead

Jay: in private

Lily: that’s as private as you get

Jay:*getting annoyed*  can you excuse us for a minute? *looking at Lee*

Lee: sure, I’ll wait for you in the car Emy

Lily:*glares at him*

Lee:*smile and walks away*

Lily: what do you want?

Jay: you still believe that I did it, even when I was with you?

Lily: look you we were not with me, you’re just someone who was disturbing my vacation

Jay: Do you have something against me? Why do you hate me so much?

Lily: look I’m- *phone rings* hello

“Lily, I think we got something”

Lily: please tell me it’s something good?

“ well I’m not sure if you would consider that good, but it’s confirmed that it’s the same girl in all 3 banks”

Lily: how do you know that?

“Check your phone”

Lily: *checks her phone, shocks* no way, are you sure?

“Yes, all 3 of them are the same”

Lily: that can’t be good

“Why not?”

Lily: because-*looks at Jay* look I’ll call you back in the car *hangs up the phone*

Jay: did you guys get anything?

Lily: yes

Jay: well?

Lily: I can’t say anything until I confirm it. *gets up*

Jay: Where you going?

Lily: some of us actually WORK for living, not that you would know what that feels like *walks off*

*in the office*

“Well?”

Lily: I’ve seen a girl with similar tattoo  before, like this one before

Lee: really? Where?

Lily: she was with Jay the last time we went over to his house and also with him earlier.

Lee: why didn’t you say anything at the restaurant?

Lily: I wanted to make sure. So what do we have here?

“Well she goes by the name of Anna, she’s 26 years old, she used to be a dancer until she met Jay”

Lee: There are rumors that say she used to date Dok2

Lily: Dok2  is..???

Lee: Jay’s rival

Lily: Oh, so where do we find her?

Lee: she’s usually everywhere Jay is.

“On weekends Jay is usually at his club”

Lily: okay let's  go to club

Lee: you’re joking?

Lily: Imma go home and change, meet me there at 8

*at the club*

Lee: stop frowning, who’s gonna talk to you with that look on your face?

Lily: I’m not here to meet anyone

Lee: you need to ease up a little

Lily: Lee we’re here to work not having fun

Lee:*follows a girl on the dance floor*

Lily: *scanning the whole place and her eye lands on Jay looking at her from upstairs*

“Hey, there can I buy you a drink?”

Lily: I already have one, no thanks

“ Well, why are you sitting here all alone?”

Lily: I’m sitting here alone because I want to be alone, and right now you're  bothering me

“*touches her bare legs*”

Lily:*moves her Jacket to the side and show him her gun* touch me again, and you’ll be picking up your guts off of the floor.

“*Walks away*”

I am beyond tired I have not properly slept since I got back. I just want to be done with this case as soon as possible.

Lee: Emy I don’t think she’s here, so we should go home?

Lily:*looks at the girls next to him* you can go

Lee: Lily-

Lily: I’m only staying for one drink

Lee: be careful *walks away*

Lily: same

I guess I should head home too.

Lily: *looks up, and Jay’s in the same place staring at her, and this time with two other people*

*a few minutes later*

“Can I buy you another drink detective?”

Lily:*looks around it’s Jay* wow you finally have the balls to come down here? It’s Emily  I’m off duty, and no thank you I’m on my way out *gets  up and start walking out*

Jay: is that how you figured everything out at the hotel? you’re a cop and use to watch your surroundings

Lily: I guess you can say that

Jay:* takes her hand and take her with him to an empty quiet room *

Lily: and just what you think you're  doing?

Jay: why do you hate me so much? I don't remember doing anything to you, but why do you have a frown on your face whenever I am around?

Lily: I always have a frown  on my face, and I just don’t like people like you

Jay: people like Me?

Lily: yes thieves

Jay: is that’s all you see when you look at Me?

Lily: yes

Jay: There is a lot more to me than that if you give me a chance  I-

Lily: I’m not interested, about who or what you are.

Jay:*looks hurt*

Lily: have a good night

Jay: hey

Lily: *stops*

Jay: don’t you forget something?

Lily:*turns around* what?

Jay: you said that you would give me your number the next we meet

Lily: and?

Jay:*walks toward her*

Lily: And what makes you think that I would give you my number?

Jay: *looking in her eyes with a smirk on his face, reaches his hand into her back pocket and takes her phone and call his phone* thank you

Lily: *blankly staring at him*

Jay: you actually look pretty without that frown on your face

Lily:*rolls her eyes and walk out of the door*

Jay: *smiles* Detective Emily I have my eyes on you 

*Gray and Simon  walks in*

Simon: what was she doing here? You know you can’t have cops in and out of here like that

Gray: unless they are on our payroll

Jay: she was off duty

Simon: so what?

Jay: what's wrong with a cop in the club? She wouldn't try anything

Gray: and you know that how?

Jay: she was outnumbered, and she doesn’t seem like she’s going to do something

Simon: Jay, we are already in hot water, you can’t be falling in love right now

Jay: I’m not falling in love

Gray: you followed her to the jungle

Jay: you guys are tripping over nothing, so what did you guys find out?

Gray: no matter how I look at it, there is no way one from our crew would do something like that?

Jay: But the police said they suspect that it’s someone on the inside

Simon: did she tell you anything?

Jay: about the case?

Simon: yeah

Jay:*chuckles* she gets angry just at the sight of my face, you think she would talk about a case with me?

Gray: that’s a first

Jay: let’s just get out of here

*Next day police station*

Lee: so what do we do now?

Lily: we follow her

Lee: how do we follow her when we have no idea where she idea where she is? maybe we should ask someone from her crew

Lily: right, because they would give up one of their own to the police? Chances are they’re doing their own investigations if they find out who do you think they’re gonna call it in? Or they going to take the matter into their own hands?

Lee: so now we wait?

Lily: now I’m going to lunch

*in Cafe*  *Jay’s view*

Dok2: I heard what’s going on with you

Jay: what did you hear?

Dok2: that you had cops all over your house, you did something wrong?  *smiling*

Jay: I know I’m being set up, and once I find who that person is, I’ll put a bullet in his head myself

Dok2:*smirk*

Jay: I’m just hoping you have nothing to do with it

Dok2: you’re suspecting me?

Jay: say whatever you want, I’m just letting you know

Dok2: damn *looks at Lily walking in with Lee* she looks good in all the right places. While you trying to figure out who set you up imma go holla at her

Why is she here?

*Lily view*

Lily: I’m starving, I’ll have a-

Joon: you should try the cheese sticks

Lily: Uh who are you?

Dok2: Joon, my name is Joon

Lily: nice to meet you. Joon.  Thanks but I’m not a fan of cheese

Dok2: well you should totally try this one

Lily:*smile* okay, maybe I’ll give it a try

*later at work*

Lee: I think you should ask him

Lily: ask who what?

Lee: Jay, ask him if the tattoo looks familiar?

Lily: and that’ll just give him a hint

Lee: And we'll just keep an eye on him, he will lead us to her

Lily: so it's a bait? what makes you think he’s going to tell me anything

Lee: you two looks like you get along, and you’re in charge of the case

Lily: Okay, I think you mean “we” and when are we going?

Lee: about that, you kinda have to go alone on this one

Lily: Why?

Lee: I have a date

Lily: meet me there at 8:45

Lee: I have…plan

Lily: okay fine I’ll go by myself

Lee:*sigh* fine I’ll cancel

Lily: it's okay, I'll just go in and come right out

Lee: and Emy be nice, you're asking them for a favor

Lily: I’m not asking for favor, I’m asking for information to help them

Lee: don’t matter, be nice

*later that night*

Going to the club, something tells me to go as a cop, and something else says no, just like a normal person. Not leaving my gun behind.

So I just decided to wear a little black dress and thigh high boots just to hide the gun.

Getting to the club I know just who to look for. Going up to the VIP area where he is sitting with a line of females.

Lily:*makes eye contact with him and just stand by empty table*

*minutes later*

Jay: looking good detective

Lily: Thanks, and again, it's  Emily, I’m off duty.

Jay: well since you're off duty, would you like a drink?

Lily: sure

Jay: Well Emily, so what do I owe  this visit *handing her the drink *

Wait why did I said I was off duty when I come here to ask him questions about the case? Grrr someone kill me now

Lily:*takes the drink he had in his hand, and hand him her drink*

Jay: I drank out of this already

Lily: well at least I know that it’s not poisoned

Jay:*smiles and bites his lip* so tell me why exactly you're here? You’re off duty sitting in my VIP lounge looking sexy as hell, you’re here about the case You need info that’s why you’re up here.

I told Lee that I would be nice, deep breath think about the vacation  when the case is closed….vacation vacations

Lily: okay I ha-

So I haven’t even finished my sentence yet, and all I can hear is bullets, and people screaming and going crazy.

Jay: what the Fck is going on? *pulls out his gun*

Lily: You have a gun?

Jay: stay here *goes out in the middle of the chaos*

Like that the look in his eyes changes. I feel like a coward for a just sitting here

Lily:*walks out of the room, just as she got outside, she notices someone had a gun pointed at the back of Jay's  head without him knowing*

*Lily jumps on his back*

I know, not the smartest move while I have a gun in my boots, but by the time   I get that out, he'd already been dead.

“What the hell? Get off of me, *backs up and slams her side on the wall* ”

Lily:*screams and falls on the floor*

Jay: *notices her* LILY *kicks him off of her* are you okay? I told you to stay in the room * did you hit your head?

Lily:…. *slowly pulls out her gun on him*

Jay: hey what are you doing? * puts his hands up* I know you don’t like me, but-

Lily:*pulls the trigger*

*thud*

Jay:*turns around and see the guy on the floor*

Lily: that’s a second

Jay: second?

Lily: I saved your ass twice, now leave before the police get here

Jay: and you?

Lily: don’t worry about me, leave before I change my mind, and take all your friends with you dead or alive *gets up* you have less than 20minutes.

Jay: where are you going?

Lily: don't worry about it   *walks out*

*Jay’s views*  *at his mansion*

Jay: is everyone okay? Anyone hurt?

Simon: No, everyone is okay

Gray: what in the heck is going on Jay?  This is going too far, we have to find out who’s after all of this, before the police

Simon: Oh Fck what about the cameras at the club?

Jay:*runs his fingers through his hair * Lily

Simon: We’re so done for

Jay: no

Simon: after what just happened, we're  already under investigation for the robbery

Jay: I have to go back *gets up*

Gray: I’m coming to

Jay: okay, and everyone else, go get cleaned up and act as if nothing happened,  chances are the police will come here.

The entire drive all I can think about is if Lily is okay.

Jay:*calls her phone*

Simon: who you calling?

Jay: Lily

Simon: Jay this really isn’t the time for romance

Jay: twice in one night

Gray: what?

Jay: she saved my ass twice tonight, putting her life and career on the line, the least I can do is making sure that she's  alright *phone’s ringing, but no answer*

Gray: how did you even get her number? I thought she hates you?

Jay: she does, I just took it from her.

Getting to the club police  are everywhere, no other choice but to take a secret back door

*Lily’ s views*

I honestly feel like dying, my side hurting I’m not sure if it cut or not, my head is pounding, did I get hit in the head or what? All I know is that I need to get out of here as soon as possible before I pass out. I’ve been bleeding for a second.

Lily: I’m just going- *hear a door close*

“You hear that too  right?" 

Lily: didn’t you check that room?

"Yes”

Lily: *walks into the room and sees the last person she expected *

“What is it?”

Lily: uh..um..broken glass

“Okay, well I’m going to check the front again”

Lily: okay I'm  just going to sit down for second * walks in room and close the door*

Jay: Lily

Lily: what the hell are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to leave?

Jay: Are you Okay?

Lily: why are you back? What are you looking for? Did you forget something? Whatever it is too late, there are cops everywhere, I’m sure they took pictures of every corner of this place

Jay: I…

Lily: you What?

Jay: *looks at the dry blood on her arms and legs* nothing, are you gonna go to the hospital?

Lily: you brought friends with you? * looking at Gray and Simon* as if you didn't have enough on your plate

“ Lily, who are you talking to? ”

Lily: uh… Just thinking out loud

“You have to get yourself checked since you got hit”

Lily: okay

“Oh and the captain said you can have a couple of days off since you got hurt”

Lily: I’m not hurt

“I’m just letting you know what he said, he said you’re off the case until you get better, don’t stay here long I’m leaving”

Lily: Okay *hears the footsteps outside the door*  so what exactly did you come here for? *notices Gray looking at the cameras*

Jay: we’re just here to check the cameras.

Lily: they already took everything

Simon: shit

Jay: We’re so done for

Lily: look I was not out there, but I guess as long as you didn't  start the fight you guys should be fin- *tries to get up but collapse on the floor*

Jay: Hey Lily? *checks her pulse*

Simon: man we gotta leave

Jay:*picks her up *

Gray: what are you doing?

Jay: what does it look like? I’m taking her with me

Gray: what?

Simon: Look man-

Jay: make sure the coast is clear

*Jay’s views *

Getting to the house, Emily still out cold.

Gray: yo I’m not really sure having a cop  in the house  is a good idea, not after what just happened

Simon: what if someone goes to the house?

Jay: then that will be my problem since it’s my house, now get the Dr. To the house to patch her up.

*40mins later  with the DR.*

Dr: who is she?

Jay: a cop

Dr: Cop?? *moving away from her *

Jay: What are you doing?

Dr: I hate cops, I’m not going to save one. No matter how incredibly hot she is.

Jay: this cop is this state because she was saving my ass, which she could’ve easily let me die. Now you're  going to save her life and treat her as if you were treating me.

Dr:…*exhale*

*20mins  later*

Gray: we're  going to head home now, I’ll see you tomorrow

Jay: okay

*next morning*

I spent the whole night watching her. Waking up with the sound of her moaning in pain.

Jay: hey

Lily: where am I?

Jay: my house

Lily: *tries to get up* ow

Jay: hey you're wounded

Lily: I have to go to  work

Jay: I don't  think that's  a good idea, can’t you take the day off?

Lily: I have thief to catch

Jay: how are you going to catch a thief in your condition? You can’t even sit up.

Lily:*looking around*

Jay: what are you looking for?

Lily: my bag

Jay:*hands it to her* your cell phone was smashed, so I got you one, and I transferred everything back to the new one

Lily: you didn't  have to do that

*knock on the door*

Simon: Hey can I see you for a bit? It’s important

Jay: just rest a bit *walks out with Simon*

Jay: what?

Simon: *hands him a flash drive* this was in her purse last night

Jay: isn’t that-

Simon: yes, this was in our control room. Everything that happened last night should  be on there

Jay: Okay, let’s go take a look

Fast forwarding to the recording we finally get to the last parts of the night. Looking at this, Lily did not just save my ass she saves four other people from my crew.

Simon: is she shooting at the cameras?

Finally to the very last one the way she’s looking at the camera, it’s like she was looking into my eyes pulls the trigger and destroyed the last camera.

Jay: *looks at Simon* still think we should’ve left her to die? From what we just saw she also saved your ass.

Simon: so what are we supposed to do with a sick cop? What if they come looking for her?

Jay: everyone knows she hates me why would they come looking for her here?

Simon: so what are we going to do now?

Jay: find who's  trying to frame me, from the look of it, she got something that’s why she was at the club last night.

Simon: what is it?

Jay: idk the shooting starts before she started talking. I want to find out before she gets out of here.

*Lily views*

I feel so stiff like I got beat up. Oh, wait I did get beat up. Finally walking out of that room, what I thought was an exit is actually a walk-in closet.

I’m sure the next door is a way out. Looking around this place is massive. Going downstairs I walked into a group meeting, with everyone focusing on Jay.

I am just limping, all beat up with just a plain and somewhat thin shirt on, by the looks of it and the amount of breeze I’m feeling, I’m not sure I have undergarments on.

Jay: *notice her*

Lily:*eyes landed on him, and started walking back upstairs*

Of course, I don’t remember which one it is.

Lily: dang they all look the same

Jay: my room is the third door to your left

Lily: thanks *walks into the room*  where are my clothes?

Jay: Uhm, they had blood on them so they’re still at the cleaners if you want something to wear you can just take anything from the closet or drawers.

Jae: thanks *looks at him*

Jay: what?

Jae: can you get out?

Jay: oh right *walks out*

Going through his stuff only brand name clothing, and most of his clothes are white.

Finally, find a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. After changing, I have too many things to do to be staying here.

Lily: *walks back down* I need to leave, can you get me a cab?

Jay: you should probably change your band-aids first

Lily: why?

Jay: You were bleeding from them earlier.

Lily: it’s okay I can go to a hospital-

Jay: I’m not going to do anything to you, simply changing it for you.

Lily:*surrenders to him*

Jay: that’s going to hurt a bit.

Lily: I can handle it.

Jay: okay

 I’m not going to lie, that junk hurt like heck, but she’s taking the pain like a champ 

Jay:*notices  in how much pain she is, and tries to take her mind out of it*  the police came here this morning, they said that all the cameras from the club were broken.

Lily: why are you telling me?

Jay: just checking to see, maybe if you saw someone.

Lily: I don't  remember being your security guard to keep an eye on your place

It’s funny how I can’t even believe that she would help me, as much as she can’t stand me.

Lily: Look, thanks for helping me, but I’ve got to get out of here. *tries to get up again but fall* shit

Jay:*tries to help her*

Lily: don’t touch me. I need to call my partner

Jay: you can’t do that?

Lily: Why Not?

Jay: Do you know how much trouble I will get in to?

Lily: Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in if you don’t let me call him?

After so many arguments, she called her partner an hour later he came to pick her up.

Lee: what the hell happened? Did he do this to you?

Lily: just get me out of here

After she left everyone just went back to looking tonight.

Simon: did you have a problem with anyone?

Jay: no

Simon: just think about it, who did you last talk to before we went on the vacation.

Jay: Anna is the only person I talked before we left. She was mad at me because I told her that she couldn’t go along with us.

Simon: you don’t think she’s behind this, do you?

Jay: Anna’s not that smart, I don’t think she’s capable of pulling something like that off….unless she has help.

Simon: from who?

Jay: *groans* I don’t know, I don't  wanna assume anything.

I spend the next few days just trying to fix everything at the club. Due to the recent attack, the club will be close…for now anyway.

Even with everything that’s going on, I can’t help but wonder how Lily’s doing?

🌺Lily🌺

Lee: Emily you’re supposed to be resting-

Lily: there’s a thief on the lose, with a load of innocent people’s money

Lee: but if they find you on a case when you’re not supposed to, they take you off of it.

Lily: are you going to tell me?

Lee: of course not but-

Lily: look there she is heading to the clothing store.

Lee: that’s an expensive store, you need money to shop in there. I mean real money, just one bag or shoes might cost half of our paycheck.

Lily: do I want to know how you know that?

Lee: we should take pictures to see

Lily: way to change the subject.

*2hours later*

Lee: why do females take so long in the stores? You guys try on everything? Chick has been in there for hours.

Lily: not really- woah!

Lee: what?

Lily:*point out the window*

Lee: damn she’s loaded. I don’t know what she does for a living but can she hook me up in it? 

Lily:*hits the back of his head* you wanna be a booty call?

Lee: if it gives me that much money, hell yeah

Lily: you want me to hit you again?

Lee: okay okay, so what should we do now?

Lily: well we, by we I meant YOU  can go and ask Jay or Jaebum whatever his name is-

Lee: you’re funny, you want me to go to a gangster house by myself?

Lily: yes, in case you forgot you’re a cop and I’m currently not on the case.

Lee: what do you want me to ask him? The guy’s terrifying.

Lily: well put your big boy pants on

Lee: Lily  I’m not- 

Lily: *sigh* fine let the robbers get away, we’ll wait till I’m all better in a few weeks to go ask him, by that time they will already flee, and do who knows what with the money, it’ll be on your conscience

Lee: I hate you

Lily: you drive

Lee: obviously you have one arm

Took us two hours to get there, and seems like They’re having an important meeting and we interrupted it.

Lee: you know, I think we should come back another time.

Lily: you think I drove two hours for nothing? 

Jay: shouldn’t you be resting?

Lily: can’t rest when a thief on the lose

Jay: and you come here to look for the thief?

Lily: not me, *points at Lee* him.

Jay: look it’s dangerous you really shouldn’t be here, and what makes you think I’m going to tell you, a cop anything?

Lily: well I’m off the case, I’m just a regular person. I’m here with him as backup

Jay: what makes you think I’m going to trust You?

Lily: well that’s the least you could do since I saved your ass once, or was it two or three times?

Jay:*brushes his hair behind* you’re a very stubborn woman you know that?

Lily: wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called that.

Jay: I’ll let you stay in one condition

Lily: that is?

Jay: you stay and he leaves

Lily: and how do you expect me to get home?

Jay: I have about one to 10 cars, you’ll have the honor to have me as a driver.

After Lee left, I sit here listening to them all they got is nothing, absolutely nothing. I wait and wait, and I’m getting impatient and hungry.

Lily: you know I’m just going to leave

Jay: I’ll be done soon.

Lily: I’ve been sitting here for almost how 3 hours and that all you guys have is nothing, not even a suspicion? When it’s so obvious *stands up* no wonder you guys got set up, for some thieves you guys are pretty stupid. How can you guys not figure it out already?

“*pulls a gun on her* you’re calling us stupid?”

Lily: take that gun out of my face before I break your hand with it.

“With your one arm?”

Lily: try me and you’ll see

Jay: Okay, put your gun now.

Lily:*smile*

Jay: what do you mean by its so obvious?

Lily: look I need to get home

After he dismisses his little meeting, we got in a car.

Jay: you’re a very-

Lily: stubborn woman?

Jay: strange, a very strange woman.

Lily: oh it’s strange this time? thank you

Jay: so you’re going to tell me what you know?

Lily: I don’t know anything

Jay: you lying, I know you know something.

Lily: I told you I don’t know anything

Jay: then why’d you go to my house?

Lily: Lee is scared of you guys

Jay: or you wanted to see me

Lily: don’t flatter yourself-

Jay:*hits the break* what the Fck?

Lily: Ow! What the hell?

Jay:*walks out of the car and starts arguing with the person who bumped into his brand new car*

I don’t think this is going to end well, and being half wounded not sure I should be out in the middle of this.

Lily: hey I think you both should-

“Back off *pushes her*”

Lily:*crashes on the car* ow

I knew it wasn’t a good idea trying to stop them.   

Jay: you really shouldn’t have done that.