#rip the rookie feds

[karihighman]

made this little tribute video to the rookie feds cast 🥲🫶 I’m gonna miss them so much!!

[idk-i-just-really-like-tsc]

i fear it’s so over you guys it’s been 20 mins brendon and laura are nowhere to be found idk if they’ll even have dialogue let alone say they’re dating 💔💔💔💔

[just--some--prompts]

Sentence/Conversation Starters:

Random things my friends and I have said over the years on Discord

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

✦ — Person A: “Something on my face?” Person B: “Yeah it's called being too handsome, now stop it.”

✧ — "Two cups of chicken broth, two cups of heavy cream, and then add the lego's–"

✦ — Person A: -makes struggling noises- Person B: "Are you ok?" Person A: "Nope" Person B: "Ok then"

✧ — "Don't shoot me! I'm pleasantly thick!"

✦ — "You’re starting another cult. You bitch."

✧ — Person A: "I’m allergic to honey because I’m allergic to beeeeeeees." Person B: "That's… not how it works?"

✦ — "You were here, you were our side hoe!"

✧ — "The hetero's are upsetero."

✦ — "Why does he not have clothes!?"

✧ — Person A: "We're not clean in the eyes of God." Persona B: "You're not clean in the eyes of your bathtub. How can you be clean in the eyes of God?"

✦ — "Consent is hot when you're fucking my life"

✧ — Person A: "You tire me" Person B: "Then go to bed"

✦ — "You were so far in the closet you were finding Christmas presents from 4 years ago!"

✧ — "I want... to put a pop-tart in his mouth. Do you like smores'?"

✦ — "Life of crime? Naw. Life of shaking ass? Sure."

✧ — Person B: "You're the opposite of a friendly boy." Person A: "What's the opposite of a friendly boy?" Person B: "A bitch."

✦ — -takes a fighting stance- “I'm ready to bite yo ass"

✧ — "People not talking to me? Ideal."

✦ — "You are all a burden upon my shoulders"

✧ — Person C: “Ima eat yo fucking al dente ass ligaments u Italian deviant” Person B: “You're welcome to. End my meat lineage.”

✦ — "Lol, simping for some sleep"

✧ — "Cucked for a soft pillow"

✦ — "Get cucked consciousness"

✧ — Person A: -struggles to breathe- Person B: "Breathe" Person A: "Who needs air?" Person B: "You need air to survive." Person A: "Debatable…" Person B: ".......shut up"

✦ — "I like my men like I like my food...  Genetically modified."

✧ — “Bitch, you got crabs?”

✦ — Person A: “Suc-Fuck you!” Person B: “You were gonna say suck.” Person C: “You were gonna say suck,” -Person C leans in closer- “that’s kinda gay bro.”

✧ — Person A: "So what are y’all talkin about?" Person B: "Uh... we were talking about gender reveals but with spaghetti"

✦ — "It's a millennial thing innit? Eatin' ass?"

✧ — "I'd stuff my face with you."

✦ — “Screams in slut, what!?”

✧ — Persona A: “I’m not mad.” Person B: “Don’t lie.” Person A: “Shut your whore mouth!”

✦ — -hands slam down on table- "They’ve had sex together!!!!"

✧ — "Rip in shit, binch. Sloshed and forgotten."

✦ — “This is how I die. Tell people it was something cool and not spicy egg salad.”

✧ — Person B: "You don't eat your phalanges [Person A]. Rookie mistake."

✦ — "When the Campbell's chunky take chunk out of you."

✧ — "Excuse me, Ma'am, can you put down a wet floor sign? You're a bit of a hazard."

✦ — "My gamer arthritis is making it hard for me to hold my wife's hand"

✧ — "Is this roller camping? .............I'm gonna fuck your mom."

✦ — Person A: "I struggle with his emotions–" Person C: "So does he."

✧ — "I thought by ‘squirt’ you meant that the clowns had venom sacks."

✦ — "We learned our lesson, don't convert–"

✧ — "You fed me eggs, now the government can track my location!!!"

✦ — Person C: "Anyway, back to the topic at hand–" Person B: "God, I wish his throat was under my hand–what?"

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Art gifted from incredibly talented PoisonedMartini. Original story by me. )) Acting solely on his training, Jordan used his leg, to sweep Santiago's left leg out from under him and force Santiago to roll to his left. As the two rolled, Jordan was able to shove Santiago to roll one more time on his own which allowed Jordan to slide his right arm around Santiago's neck and catch his Latino opponent mid-roll by the neck. Jordan was quick to wrap his legs around Santiago's hips to help him with control as he heard a barely audible gasp of shock escape from Santiago's lips. Santiago immediately had his right arm up to try and pry Jordan off of his neck, but before Santiago could get his left arm up to help, Jordan locked the arm behind Santiago with his left arm as he brought his left arm up to lock down the rear naked choke.  Jordan could hear a distinct change in the audience's tone around him. He didn't pay particular attention to the crowd but did keep tabs on the pulse of the crowd. Sometimes the crowd helped give him that extra boost to finish his opponent off. Sometimes the crowd fed him energy in order to silence them as they cheered on for his demise. Either way, the crowd helped give him that something extra. The crowd here had been a pro-Santiago crowd that enjoyed a close fight. However, with Jordan locking in a rear naked choke on the favored stud, the crowd had gone from celebratory cheering to low shocked murmurs. They watched intently as Santiago struggled to break the chokehold he was in. His brown body glistened with sweat straining under the lights. Each muscle of their lean ripped stud was on full display before them. This was not a position the crowd was used to seeing Santiago in; however, as the seconds ticked by, with Jordan tightening his hold, the panicked look building on Santiago's face, and his bulge being thrust out for all to view as he was being forced to arch backward, the crowd was beginning to enjoy seeing their stud in this predicament. Jordan could hear the cheers for him to punish their hometown fighter grew from a small few besides Jordan's boss to a substantial number backing the rookie stud. Grunting and groaning to tighten the hold as much as possible, Jordan hoped to end the fight here and now. He had Santiago in a good position to choke Santiago out. Jordan pulled on all of his strength and reserves to squeeze the neck and put his Final Trail to sleep.

[chocobochaserstories]

Jackrabbit (FFVII Story)

Jackrabbit - Part One Fun little story idea, I'll see if I lose interest halfway through. Age shifting for my convenience: Tseng (36) Reno (32) Elena (17) TW: Suicide mention, referenced teen pregnancy, terrorism, child soldiers,

"The bunny is cute and speaks in squeaks, but the hare is a wise creature that speaks in tongues because the woods are cold and the trees are listening. The rocks whisper among the cold and the jackrabbit carries on without a word because he knows not to test the ways of the wood." -- Luca, 11.24.2024

“What exactly is so bad about a group named after bunnies?” Elena questioned, pulling her ripped pant leg free from where it’d snagged on the jagged metal of the rubble. 

“I know that you’re a rookie and all but you’ve seriously never heard of the Hares?” Reno questioned, shining his PHS flashlight over a drop to see how bad it was before he threw himself off the ledge. “Listen, kid, the Hares are insane, and I don’t mean that in an overstatement.”

Reno kicked the broken metal door out of the way. Elena followed behind him, posing her question. “I mean, I’ve heard of them, but they’re just a gang of wannabe crimelords, aren’t they?”

“Listen, ‘Lena, you and Emma were lucky to grow up on the plate. Two parents workin’ for Shinra, stable home, relatively safe neighborhood,” Reno approached a mainframe computer that might’ve once controlled the reactor, cursing quietly to himself when it appeared the parts had been taken, likely by a scrapper. “But I didn’t have that luxury.”

“Your point?” Elena questioned. “I mean, no offense, but your background about coming from the slums isn’t exactly a secret to the Turks.”

Reno rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair, chuckling as Elena bristled and yelled at him. “Listen to your elders and let me finish.”

“The Hares aren’t just ‘wannabe crimelords’... Though it’d be fuckin’ great if that’s all they were.” Reno “The Hares were a group of assassins and bounty hunters, and were known for their brutality and skill. They were associated with Avalanche, or they were at some point. Honestly, it’s kind of hard to know if they were a sub branch, an alliance, or whatever. And their methods were known to be barbaric. They’d recruit kids off the street, leave ‘em damaged, resorting to self mutilation and addictions to cope with the trauma. Most often left their members mentally scarred and psychologically unstable, which fed into a big ‘don’t trust anyone’ mindset down in the slums.”

Elena’s brown eyes widened at the description. “You say that like you’ve had experience.”

Reno shook his head. “If you’re implying I’m an ex-Hare or some shit, no, no I wasn’t. Dated a girl down in the slums who went on to become one, though. I don’t know, gods, I was probably your age back then. Honestly, I still don’t know if we ever really dated or we were just horny teens who mutually enjoyed fucking.”

“Gross.” Elena’s nose wrinkled at the visual of her superior in that light. “I don’t want to hear about that.”

Reno chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. But anyhow, it was just me, my sister, and my girlfriend against the world.”

“You have a sister?” Elena hadn’t known that.

“Had one. She went missing when I was like sixteen. She was fifteen at the time. Police told us she was a runaway. They closed the case a couple months later when they found her shoes neatly set aside in a reactor. She knew how a reactor works. She knew there wouldn’t be a body to find.” Reno sighed. “I just wish I knew what drove her to suicide.”

“I…” Elena was at a loss for words. “I’m so sorry.”

Reno didn’t say anything. A tense silence fell over the bombed out reactor. A clatter sounded, followed by a soft curse. Reno’s eyes narrowed. “We’re not alone here, it seems.”

A pair of hooded figures stood among the reactor rubble. One wore a sheepskin-lined jacket and the other had a toolkit fastened to her hip under hers. Was that a girl? Reno couldn’t be sure, since the Hares tended to be as young as they were. He imagined the small sized Hare was probably a girl due to the delicate, bony frame, but it could just be a sickly little boy, not that it exactly mattered; the Hares were technically wanted criminals as far as Shinra was concerned. 

“Pincer them, and don’t let them escape.” Reno instructed Elena in a hushed tone before drawing his rod. He raised his voice back to an authoritative speaking tone. “Alright, pipsqueaks, we can do this the easy way, and you two can surrender, or we can do this the hard way. Either way, you two are coming with us.”

“You Turks usually carry pink guns with rhinestones and butterflies?” The Hare in the sheepskin put his hands up, abandoning the gun in its holster on his hip.

Elena narrowed her eyes and huffed out a cry of ‘rude!’ She focused her gun on the male Hare. “Big talk for a street rat with a compact Glock. Yeah, don’t think I didn’t ID that little toy you’re carrying.”

“Aw, and they said girls weren’t supposed to have dirty mouths. Though maybe I shouldn’t be so shocked since you’re playing in the all boys club.” The Hare sneered.

“You two, enough banter,” Reno tapped his rod on his shoulder and cracked his knuckles on his free hand. “Now, hands up, the both of you- yes I mean you too, young lady- and just follow us out and no one gets too badly hurt.”

Both Hares put their hands up and took a step back. The boy’s boot hit the ground and the metal under them quaked. Reno’s eyes widened. “The Hell?”

Elena fell to the ground as she lost her footing, her gun toppling out of her hold and her blonde hair falling into her face, obscuring her vision. The Hare kicked the gun away and picked his partner up. How was he standing? What had triggered the earthquake? Was this an earthquake? 

“So long, shitbirds.”

***

“Explain to me just what the hell went wrong.” Tseng’s eyes were narrower than usual as the Turks stood before him, both covered in dust and soot and ruined suits.

“Encountered a pair of Hares, one did something in the reactor and triggered an earthquake. I don’t know, it’s all kind of a blur.” Reno shrugged. He’d failed missions before, plenty more embarrassing than this.

Tseng scoffed. “Define ‘something’.”

“He stomped on the reactor floor and made it feel like the whole damn place was coming down,” Reno scowled. “Probably hit an unstable spot in the rubble, was lucky he didn’t collapse the place.”

“And you expect me to believe that a child knew enough about an unstable reactor ruin to trigger a structural-based attack?” Tseng’s hands were folded in front of him. “You’re both dismissed. Hit the showers and I expect a full report from both of you, detailing exactly where the actual fuck happened.”

Elena sighed in a tense relief when she got out of the briefing. She was definitely in trouble, she knew that much. She was a rookie Turk, brand new, and she wasn’t quite sure the boss wasn’t going  fire her ass if she kept messing up. She pressed the elevator buttons and headed up to her home. Her sister didn’t live with her parents like she did. She wasn’t really sure where Emma’d gone. Her sister was one of the many Turks who’d defaulted after Tseng took over as Head of the Turks following the fall of Veld. She had zero clue where she’d gone though. Military training was Emma’s entire life; What was she supposed to do outside of Midgar if she wasn’t actively working for Shinra? 

“Elena, welcome home.” Her mother was folding laundry when she got the front door unlocked. “Dinner’s in the kitchen, your dad said he’d probably be late in the office, so he probably won’t be home until after you get to bed.”

“Mom!” Elena blushed. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

Her mother laughed. “No, no I suppose you’re not. You’re a brave, strong Turk.”

“Investigative General Affairs Agent,” Elena corrected. “You’re not supposed to call me a Turk, you’re not supposed to know I am one!”

Her mother laughed. “Oh please, Tseng and I have been friends for the last twenty years, don’t act like I don’t know what you do.”

Elena sighed as she reheated the plate of fish and vegetables. Her mother had grown fond of fish when she was pregnant with her sister. Her mother had grown up in the Midgar undercity, but Elena and Emma were born in Junon. She’d never had access to fish since Midgar was landlocked. She was lucky enough to get some now that she and her husband lived on the plate. 

Both Emma and Elena took after their father. Both were blondes, and Emma had their father’s blue eyes. Elena had her paternal grandmother’s brown eyes, though she’d died when her father was young, her paternal grandfather too, though he’d died recently. He didn’t like her mother, or the girls, so she didn’t see him often, if ever, personally. Her father had a rocky relationship with his dad, and she honestly didn’t know anything about her mother’s parents, other than her mother had mentioned her own mother died when she was very young, younger than when her husband had lost his mother. No one really knew where Elena really lived, and her mother had made it pretty clear that she should keep it quiet. Her parents were important to Shinra, so she figured that it was a safety matter. 

Her parents were young when she and Emma were born. Her parents were sixteen when Emma was born and nineteen when Elena was born. Her mother had her and her sister when they lived in Junon, and they hadn’t moved to Midgar until Elena was about eight. Her mother had mentioned that she was very lucky that their father had a spot with Shinra secure, or things could have been much rockier. Her mother had legal training and political science degrees, but she wasn’t a lawyer, even if she had all the prerequisites to be. She worked with Reeve in his division, where she wrote laws and contracts and clauses and the like. 

Her mother set a folded set of pajamas on the counter. “Leave your uniform out of the hamper when you shower. I’ll sew it up for you.”

Elena mumbled a thanks as she began to wash her plate. 

“What happened to it?” Her mother asked, beginning to chop up vegetables in what Elena recognized as meal prep. For her parents to both work full time and her herself working now, they didn’t have much time to prepare meals.

“I fell, is the short answer.” Elena rested her head on her hand. “I kept getting it snagged on reactor scraps and once the damn thing was ripped I kept catching the rips on the rubble.”

“Language, dear.” Her mother tsked softly, setting the carrots and celery into the large silicone cubes to freeze. Elena recognized she was probably making soup. “You alone or were you partnered?”

“Reno,” Elena started. “Rude’s out in Modeoheim for something, Tseng didn’t tell Reno and me.”

“Reno, hm?” Her eyes darkened, and Elena couldn’t tell what exactly crossed her mother’s turquoise eyes; anger, sadness, fear, anxiety. She sighed and went to the refrigerator. “A shame, we’re out of bones.”

“Bones…?” Elena pondered out loud.

“For soup.” Her mother shook her head. “I’m certain your father took the few we had to work and fed them to the dog. You know how she is.”

Elena sighed and picked up the pajamas. “Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Good night, Elena.”

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

Characters Added To Ask List:

Mitch Keller

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Three Minutes - Sean thinks its time to take a pregnancy test.

One Rule - You and Dean try to forget about his illness for a night.

Lunch (NSFW) - Jack can't stop thinking about you.

FBI - International:

Starry Nights - You and Damien take some time away from the city to re-evaluate things after his injury.

Law & Order:

The Fall - Mike makes a horrible mistake.

Law & Order Toronto:

Coffee Beans (NSFW) - Things get heated with Henry when you can't reach the coffee beans on the top shelf.

NCIS:

Left Behind - You come home to find Alden on the run with his ex-wife Viv.

NCIS - New Orleans:

Case of the Ex - Dwayne is confronted with a face from your past.

NCIS - Sydney:

A Good Thing (NSFW) - JD doesn't want you to ruin a good thing.

Key To Her Heart - JD has to to sell you to make his case.

Psych:

Voice Mail - Carlton leaves an inciminating voice mail.

The Rookie Feds:

Exposure - You're relationship with Brendon comes out after you're papped during a proposal.

Top Gun Maverick:

Worth Waiting For (NSFW) - Jake spends the night with you after six month apart.

Tulsa King:

Sunshine (NSFW) - You've always been the sunshine in Mitch's life.

Twisters:

Ford Mustang - Tyler extends an olive branch.

Engine Parts - Tyler and you try to clear the air.

In For Five - Tyler makes a realisation regarding you.

Yellowstone:

Leap of Faith - Jamie decides to take a leap of faith.

Adrenaline - Ryan gets turned on by your capability.

The Fifth Man - After reading through Lee’s journals Kayce realises he has another brother.

The Good & The Bad - Rip gives you every single piece of himself.

Birthdays - Jamie doesn't celebrate his birthday.

The Morning After - Ryan and you enjoy the morning together.

1993 - You read out a letter to Lee over the phone.

The Vet - Rip comes face to face with a nightmare.

The Right Time - You realise there will never be a right time for you and John.

Music (NSFW) - You and Walker make beautiful music together.

Tell Me (NSFW) - Kayce gets possessive when he sees you with another man.

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippet Monday: Blackmail au

Prologue

"Travel the stars with us," the Precursors said, "Become one of us."

"I will," answered the hero, "but only on one condition: in the next iteration of this endless cycle, let the child have his family. Let at least one iteration of us know his father."

"If we allow this," said the Precursors, "you will still be the chosen hero. You will still hold the blood of Mar. And you will still suffer. But for one lifetime, we will let the child be a separate person, in exchange for your service in this lifetime."

"Then it is agreed," said the hero, and so the wheel of time turned, changing direction ever so slightly.

Part One: The Bargain

"Ah, there he is, right on schedule." Krew chortled as Jak slipped through the pub door.

There were a lot of people at the bar, all Wastelanders. Tess shot a worried look at Jak, but kept her bubbly smile up. What was going on? Were these friends of Sig’s? Jak wasn't so sure, considering the concerned grimace Sig was sporting.

One of the newcomers, a broad, scarred man with a drooping mustache, stood up and approached Jak slowly.

"Yep," he drawled, circling the boys, "Nipper's got the eyes alright. Same jaw, too." He snorted. "Heh. And here I was afraid you was losin' your touch, Krew. Right. We'll take 'im."

"Excuse me?" Daxter sputtered.

"Sorry, Jak," Krew said without the slightest shred of sincerity, "But after that little racing stunt of yours, I had to do some thinking. I've got a lot of money riding on Errol winning that final race. I'm afraid you've just become too expensive to keep on. No hard feelings, eh? It's just business."

"Ok?" Jak eyed the Wastelanders suspiciously. "And that's supposed to keep me from racing because...?"

"Because you're under new management, shall we say." Krew gestured to the Wastelanders. "Don't think of it as being fired! Think of it as a transfer of sorts."

Daxter bristled. "You wanna run that by us again, Morning Breath?"

Instead, the Wastelander turned on his heel to face Krew. "Now, you an' me, we both know you're askin' too high for the state the brat's in. Come on, Krew, you ain't fed him this whole time?"

Jak went rigid and began to back towards the door. Whatever was happening here, he wanted no part of it.

"Well it's wholly up to your lord's discretion, of course," Krew said, oily smooth, "If you can't come up with the price, I'm sure the Baron would pay fairly for a soldier of Jak's caliber."

One of the women at the bar laughed meanly. "Lordship said you might say that. He also said to remind you that you could do that, but only if you feel like being hanged with your own entrails."

Krew fanned himself and hovered higher. "Oh dear me, that sounds like bad blood, doesn't it? Speaking of blood, you'd best get moving if you don't want to lose the boy, there. I'm not responsible for losses incurred during pickup."

Jak had barely gotten out the door before they were on him. Someone grabbed Daxter from his shoulder, and four more sets of hands pinned his arms. These weren't weak, exhausted Havenites. Or indolent KG looking for excitement. These were real Wastelanders, and they were more than a match for Jak's struggles.

"Let him go, rot you!" he snarled, lunging for the woman holding Daxter by the scruff, "Get your hands off him!"

"Easy, boy, easy." The woman took a step back. "Just gonna hang onto Shorty here as insurance."

Sig finally managed to push his way through the crowd and elbowed one of Jak's captors in the gut, hard. As the man doubled over, Sig ripped his hands off of Jak's arm.

"Hands off my rookies," he hissed.

"Sig, w- what- what- what-" Jak could barely speak. Rage and terror constricted his lungs, his throat.

"I don't know, cherry." Sig shook his head grimly. "But I'm gonna find out. No matter what happens, you stick close to me and do as I do, okay? We're gonna get you through this."

Then he shoved the rest of the Wastelanders away, one by one. They parted like wheat before the wind, like they knew Sig. Like they respected him. The second he was free, Jak had to lock his knees to keep from collapsing. He couldn't even bring himself to be angry that they could all see him trembling uncontrollably. Krew had sold him to Wastelanders like a piece of meat. Like a slave. What would happen to the search for the Tomb if he was imprisoned in the Wastes? Would The Shadow force the Kid to search in Jak’s stead? He wouldn't put it past him, not after the jobs they'd sent him to do.

"Oh, I do so love facilitating family reunions!" Krew cooed, hovering at the door, "It warms the heart! And me wallet!"

He waggled his fingers meaningfully and cast greedy eyes over a trunk the one called Kleiver kicked in his direction.

"Mmyes, tell your liege lord I'll keep me eyes peeled for the smaller brat, eh?"

Jak's already chilled blood froze. He lunged for Krew, barely restrained by Sig at the last second.

"Don't touch him!" he growled, "Don't you even look at him! I'll kill you! I'll rotting kill you!"

Jak didn't see the Wastelanders around him, even Sig, suddenly exchange extremely grim looks. But when Sig tugged him away from the bar and towards the waterfront, he knew something had changed.

"Quiet, cherry," Sig hissed in his ear. "You're gonna have the Guard down on us with that yelling, and I don't want to give Krew any ideas about collecting that bounty on you!"

They had to physically drag him into the air train, and even that was only possible because the woman holding Daxter captive went in first. Cursing Sig every step, Jak struggled in vain to get his arms free.

"Jak!" Sig finally exploded, "Knock it off! We're trying to save your ass, here!"

"I didn't ask for your help!" Jak aimed a kick behind him and met hard metal armor. Memories of the prison clawed at the edge of his mind, threatening to pull him back into a dark place.

"You have no right-! You can't buy- you- you-"

His breathing became rapid and labored. "I am not a thing!" he screamed, finally breaking free.

Seconds too late. The hatch was closed.

"Jak! Jak, look at me, kiddo, look at me!" Sig desperately tried to grab his arm.

"I don't know what's going on, you gotta believe me. But I know Krew wasn't joking about selling you to Praxis, and I'd die before I let that bastard get his hands on you again."

Kleiver curled his lip at them from across the hold. "Paid a ransom that coulda fed a garrison for a month and this is the thanks we get? Ungrateful brat is what you are."

Sig glared at him. "Ransom?! You walked in there talking like an auction! Who's ransoming Jak?"

The woman holding Daxter spoke up.

"Lord Damas wants him. Krew contacted him, month back. Said he had proof the Heir of Mar abandoned a bastard son during the coup and if nobody came forward to "take responsibility", he'd out him to Praxis."

Jak went very, very still. Was Krew using him to defraud someone? Wouldn't be out of character. But where had he gotten the idea to pass Jak off as the lost Heir? And did that mean little Mar was abandoned? If he was, Jak knew he was going to make this so-called lord in question pay in blood for it.

"Jak? Bull. Damas lost the baby in the coup. He didn't abandon him." Sig snapped.

"Not on purpose, at least," Kleiver snorted. “If you was carryin’ a deposed king’s brat during a hostile takeover, would you say anything?”

Sig tightened his jaw and said nothing.

Jak didn't know how long they were in the air train. He'd blocked everything out. The Wastelanders, Sig, even Daxter. He'd shut them out and retreated into the one corner of his mind where the darkness couldn't touch him. The place where he remembered the sound of the ocean, and warm waves against his ankles. He was free there, and they couldn't take the sea from him.

When they landed, he didn't even notice until a blinding light pierced the hold-

Along with the smell of salt air.

Jak raised his head slowly, squinting through hanks of hair into the light. His free place in his mind didn't have the smell of the sea. Why did he smell salt?

"Everybody out!" Kleiver bellowed, "You know I don't like monks, so let's get this over with, yeah?"

Sig wrapped an arm around Jak’s shoulders and pulled him to his feet. "Stay close, kids," he murmured, and Jak finally realized that now he had Daxter. "I...don't know what to tell you. But I'm gonna do whatever I can to keep you two safe, okay?"

They exited onto a spire of rock, high above what seemed like an endless stretch of desert on one side, and a turbulent sea on the other. A Precursor temple sat before them, surrounded by ruined columns and porticos. Three zoomer-like vehicles were parked near a tiny natural waterfall, which seemed to mean something to the Wastelanders.

"Welp. He's already here." The woman in the yellow turban sighed. "Fingers crossed this checks out, everybody."

She waved to Sig.

"Get him inside before noon, huh? I don't feel like losing a layer of skin to the sun, thanks."

It was nearly ten degrees colder inside the temple. Personally, Daxter thought the weird people dressed in rubber emanated half the chill themselves. One of them approached Sig, holding a small plastic cup. Their eyes flicked to Jak, and they held out the cup with a bored expression.

"Blood or saliva sample," they said flatly.

Jak balked. "What?"

Sig cringed. "They want to...to see if you're who Krew claimed you are. Just...spit in the cup, kid. Their computer will tell them if Krew was lying or not."

When it became clear that the monk wasn’t going to leave until they got what they were after, Jak begrudgingly spat into the cup. The monk exited the chamber without a word.

Jak spent the next three hours huddled in an alcove, behind a small Precursor statue. He clung to Daxter like a lifeline, glaring out at the monks and Wastelanders watching him and whispering amongst themselves. Any time one came close, Jak scooted further back into the cloister. None of them looked small enough to get around the statue at the mouth. They couldn't reach him here.

One man in particular wouldn't stop staring at them. He had a commanding presence, despite not being the tallest or broadest in the room. Scars decorated his face and arms, and sharp points of Precursor metal had been set into his skull. Which was admittedly kind of badass. He watched Jak with dark, piercing eyes and a hard set to his jaw. When a monk placidly paced forward and presented the man with a datapad, murmuring, "Positive match, sire," the man's eyes darkened further.

He turned on his heel and disappeared through a door.

"Sire?"

"I'm going to pray," the man snapped in a rough voice. "Leave me. And get the boy some water, for the gods' sake!"

Was that the man who had supposedly paid a ransom for him? Jak retreated into the very back of the cloister and buried his face in Daxter's fur.

"Rot this day. Rot this whole rotting week," he mumbled.

"You said it, pal." Dax wrapped his arms around Jak’s neck and tried to comfort him. "Hey, they made me spit in a cup too! You think their computer will tell them I'm an ottsel? Or a human?"

Jak blinked. "Uh....how smart are computers supposed to be?"

"Like. As smart as Vin, I think?"

Jak shrugged, grateful for the distraction. "Maybe. That'll freak ‘em out, huh?"

"Oh yeah. So what do you think is up with Spikes? Wrong answers only."

"Wrong only? Uh...he just found out he's part marmoset."

"Or his application for a piercing refund was rejected."

"Or," Sig interrupted flatly, "he just found out he had a kid he didn't know was alive, and he's dealing with a lot of guilt right now."

Sig crouched at the mouth of the cloister and looked in at them. He seemed to have aged years since that morning. He held out a hand and sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"Come on out kiddo. We're gonna get you some food, some-"

He closed his eye and shook his head. "Volcan's bones. I...I didn't know- none of us did...gods, he must've snatched you the same year we lost Mar-"

"Mar?" Jak interrupted sharply, "What do you know about Mar?"

When Sig looked up again, Jak was shaken to see tears in his eye.

"I ain't talking about the founder of Haven, cherry. And I don't think you are, either."

He sniffed and cleared his throat. "Little thing. So...he's so- he was so small. Sweetest little kid you ever met, always getting into trouble."

He cleared his throat again and tapped his cybernetic eye. "Only takes a moment. You look away one minute. Not even one full minute. And that's all it takes for the world to end. Praxis sympathizers ambushed us. Shot out my eye and took- took Mar. We never saw him again. But...but I think you did."

Jak's stomach churned, and the world began to spin. Mar? The little boy he'd been so desperate to protect? This had to be some kind of trick, they were trying to trick him into giving up Mar's location so they could get to the Tomb. Daxter's claws dug into his arm, pulling him back to earth before the dark eco could take over.

"I have to go back-" Jak croaked, "You have to take me back- take me back! Take me back! I can't leave him alone!"

Sig shifted and looked up at someone just out of sight.

"I was right," he said heavily, "He knows something."

Next >

[rookieoneil]

If you could bring back any character for another episode who would It be? Can be a guest star, a dead character, or someone from rookie feds

There is only one correct answer. Zoe Anderson the love of my life. I’d give anything to see her again she’s literally my favorite and she’s exactly what Lucy needs.

I just know she would have helped Lucy so much especially after her shooting and the detectives exam.

I’d also love to bring back Noah of course 🫶🏼 the other loml oooo or Genny! My girl! She’s great.

I’d personally love to have seen Rosalind again ( Rip Annie🕊️) she’s was a extraordinary interesting character and Annie played her incredibly well!

[hischierschain]

hellooooooooooooooooo~!

LITERALLY two rays of sunshine!!! just SO incredibly in love and domestic GOD I love domestic fluff and YES the first time they meet merce is just a little bit entranced by the cute swedish boy who's always giggling and making jokes.....

(bratter in the background like NOT AGAIN because he's already had to deal with nicojack pining for each other for fucking YEARS and now his rookie (holtzy) has a canadian golden retriever in tow)

good to know I'm not the only one ahah I just worry sometimes :')

GOD I think if smitty actually leaves the devils it will break my HEART come back uncle come back come bACK -

toffee was pretty bad too but I was ready for that one. smitty is just. it's gonna suck man. can we just put a rule in the nhl books that you can't separate uncles from their adoptive children please and thank you!!!

LITERALLY ROOKIE BOYS AT TRAINING CAMP!!! HITTING IT OFF AT TRAINING CAMP!!!!!!! sob sob SOB SOB SOB

here's another penny for your thoughts, alex and lukey! - https://imgur.com/a/dt679IY :)

-📻

OK MY SWEET NONNIE

thank you for your patience, i have been gogogogogogo this entire week with work :,)

YES!!!! sunshine boys fr. i do think The Uncs are fed up with the pining but they can't ever hate on those two specifically cause they just radiate so much positive energy :,)))))

(bratter absolutely sighs and rolls his eyes but has the smallestttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt smile on his face)

oh cause if smith or haula gets traded........ genuinely yall will need to check up on me. those are my UNCLES and DEVILS for LIFE. toffoli, like, after they said that he wasn't at practice because of trade stuff i knew but i still hated it and wanted to DIE cause why are we ripping families from each other. especially to canada. like. nah.

alex and lukey! i've never really thought about them honestly! tell me more nonnie!!!!

[cregan-starks]

I didn’t expect a reply so soon, but I am here for it! And I am glad that my obsession can be fed haha

There was actually another part of the show, where all of Walt’s team go to the airport to get Amado’s plane delivery and it turns out that it’s actually a trap for the team.

Not sure whether Walt would allow Magnussen to be there and at what point he’d stop calling her rookie lol But I think that point might be a somewhat of a breaking point for them. In a sense that idk, that big of a loss, adrenaline and what not - I think something would happen between them 🤔 👀

Actually, thinking more about it, I think Walt goes back to that abandoned place where they’d all meet and just sits there and smokes and I can imagine Magnussen either being there or showing up and finding out what happened and just ripping into Walt lol At which point I think Walt would either snap or actually would think that “shit, she was right” 😂😂 But idk, it does seem like that could be a point in which he starts to see her as more than a rookie and starts to listen or possibly something more happens between them 🤷🏻‍♀️

And I also think Magnussen would have a shit ton of sass towards Calderoni 😂 But also, I wonder if Magnussen would push Walt to use Calderoni for information. I think she would, she seems like she’d see the bigger picture which Walt sometimes feels like he doesn’t and wants to desperately be correct as if there’s no other way 😂 Fair, man, but seriously lol

Would love to hear your thoughts as I desperately want to find out at which point Walt and Magnussen pass the sassy rookie vs bitter DEA agent stage 😂

Sending you lots of love ❤️

Although Walt does stop seeing her and treating her like a rookie, he doesn't stop calling her that. At first, it's obviously a derogatory term, meant to remind her of her place, but in time, it becomes a term of endearment. Y'know, their little thing lol. Also, I know the ambush you're referring to (s2ep9)! Without spoiling too much (at least publicly), I can tell you that Walt and Magnussen have a huge argument before that mission because he tries to exclude her. Magnussen is quite vicious in that scene, 'cause of course she's not going to tolerate being sidelined, regardless of his reasons.

Magnussen is extremely interested in what Calderoni does and says, so yes, she does encourage Walt to use him for intel. If they're smart about it and if they play their cards right, Calderoni could prove to be a valuable asset.

I would say it takes a few months for Walt and Magnussen to warm up to each other. They still sass each other, there's still banter, but at that point, they're no longer "rivals" who are bitter about having to work together. They actually get to know each other a bit, they rely on and even trust each other, they become a team. It's a different dynamic, and I hope I will do it justice, and that you and other readers will enjoy it!!

Sending you lots of love as well! 🥺🫶🏻

[idk-i-just-really-like-tsc]

Laura on the phone making plans to go visit mark and hook up with him it’s SO OVER

[thesecrettimes]

Robert Kiyosaki Warns About Stocks, Bonds, Mutual Funds — Says Bitcoin Best for ‘Unstable Times’

The famous author of the best-selling book Rich Dad Poor Dad, Robert Kiyosaki, has warned that investing in a well-diversified portfolio of stocks, bonds, mutual funds, and exchange-traded funds (ETFs) is “very risky” advice. Kiyosaki stressed that gold, silver, and bitcoin are the best investments for “unstable times.”

Robert Kiyosaki’s Investment Advice

The author of Rich Dad Poor Dad, Robert Kiyosaki, gave some more investment advice this week. Rich Dad Poor Dad is a 1997 book co-authored by Kiyosaki and Sharon Lechter. It has been on the New York Times Best Seller List for over six years. More than 32 million copies of the book have been sold in over 51 languages across more than 109 countries. Kiyosaki tweeted Friday: For years, I have been saying, ‘Saving money & investing in a well-diversified portfolio of stocks, bonds, mutual funds & ETFs is risky advice.’ Today very risky advice. I still believe gold, silver, bitcoin best for unstable times, although prices will go up and down. The famous author previously said: “I do not love stocks, bonds, mutual funds, or ETFs.” However, he noted that investors should invest in what they love. In April last year, he said bonds are “the riskiest investment” in a global meltdown. “Tragically, rookie investors follow rookie advice of 60 (stocks) 40 (bonds) mix,” he opined, recommending investors buy gold, silver, and bitcoin “as insurance against morons running the world.” He also said in July last year: “I do not touch paper gold or silver ETFs. I only want real gold or silver coins.” As for mutual funds, Kiyosaki has said for several years: “I just don’t like mutual funds. I think they’re a rip-off.” He explained in 2019: “Financial planners are henchmen for banks and mutual funds. They sell you their products, take your money, charge you fees, and use your money to get richer.” Many people on Twitter disagreed with Kiyosaki, telling him that a well-diversified portfolio of stocks, bonds, mutual funds, and ETFs is a lot less risky than investing in gold, silver, and bitcoin. Some accused the famous author of pumping BTC for his personal gain. Kiyosaki has been recommending gold, silver, and BTC for quite some time. He said last December that owners of the three investments will get richer when the Federal Reserve pivots and prints trillions of dollars. He predicted that by 2025, gold will be at $5,000, silver at $500, and bitcoin at $500,000. In addition, he expects gold to soar to $3,800 and silver to rise to $75 this year. Kiyosaki previously explained that he is a bitcoin investor, not a trader, so he gets excited whenever BTC hits a new bottom. Moreover, the renowned author has repeatedly said that he does not trust the Biden administration, the Treasury Department, the Federal Reserve, or Wall Street. He has warned many times that the Fed is destroying the economy and the U.S. dollar. In October 2021, he tweeted: “I love bitcoin because I do not trust Fed, Treasury, or Wall Street.” The Rich Dad Poor Dad author recently cautioned that “everything will crash” and a depression is possible. In January, he said we are in a global recession, warning of soaring bankruptcies, unemployment, and homelessness. What do you think about Rich Dad Poor Dad author Robert Kiyosaki’s investment advice? Let us know in the comments section below. Read the full article

[whoisjuicy]

The Rookie?

pairing ・❥・ sub! ten and top! male reader

genre ・❥・ porn star au, smut 

warnings ・❥・ edging, rough sex

summary ・❥・ ten is one of the best porn stars in the industry and he’s one of the biggest money makers of his company, but he’s been planning on quitting. m/n, on the other hand, is the newest rookie porn star in the company and he gets paired with ten for a scene. will this become ten’s final shoot?

words : 1.1k

requested by @dejunexiaobella

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when ten had first started his career in the porn industry, it was like a dream come true. all of the men he got to toy with was nothing but pure bliss for him, but as time went on, he found himself getting tired of them. every man was a dull and boring fuck—adding no type of energy or adventure that he wanted for in sex. he constantly found himself pissed, he just wanted a good partner—none of the men could fulfill the position tho. he didn’t enjoy his job the way he used to, he used to be so happy, but now he was annoyed every time he had to work, repeating the word ‘boring’ in his head almost everyday after work.

he entered the studio lazily as he was called to film another long and boring ass scene, or so he thought. his manager slowly approached him to talk about the young and unexceptionally handsome boy that he would be paired up with, m/n l/n. he was the newest addition to the company, and as ten would later find out, he was also one of the most skilled.

“this is your next partner.” the manager said as she pulled out a few head shots of a slender boy with h/c hair. ten was amazed at how attractive he was, but the amusement slowly slipped his mind as he thought about how he would be in bed. ‘no flavor, mid dick’ ten said in his head as he pictured it. ten intended this to be his last shoot so all he could do was nod at his manager while finalizing his departure in his head.

“he’s waiting in there so go whenever you’re ready.” she said as she pointed to a recording room as ten continued to nod. he thanked his manager and sighed to himself before walking over to the recording room, wanting to get it over with as quick as possible. when he opened the door, he saw the you in the flesh—your attractiveness stunning him immediately. you were much more striking in person, it was like you couldn’t capture the impact of your beauty through pictures—you just had to see it up close. he didn’t let it phase him too much, ever slow slightly holding a chuckle in as he imagined you awkwardly thrusting your hips.

you flashed a cheeky smile as you saw him and said, “hello ten, im kind of honored to be able to work with you.” you held your hand out, which ten shook politely. ten was still trying not to laugh, and you kind of took notice to it, raising your eyebrow ever so slightly. “yea..nice to meet you..” ten responded.

the director told you two to just do whatever you want for your first video, there wasn’t really a script he wanted you to follow and he just wanted to see what you could do as a rookie with their longest actor in the company and you agreed. since ten was sure that this was gonna be his last shoot, he decided that he wanted to have a little fun one more time.

when the director started recording, you went over and started to softly kiss ten’s lips. in response, ten refused to kiss back—putting on a unmoved face as he just stared at you. you noticed this and mumbled “what?..” before pressing multiple rough kisses to his neck and collarbone to no avail. you quickly got fed up, fearing that you would be seen as boring or unskilled, you leaned up ten’s ear and seductively whispered, “i guess you wanna play dirty.” you nibbled on his earlobe slightly and sent chills down ten’s back, but somehow he still managed to keep a slight bored expression.

you pushed ten onto the bed pretty quickly before ripping off anything he had left on, all while having a malicious grin on your lips. you then decided to swiftly place your hand around his neck which led ten to his breaking point—he finally out a shrill moan. you were amused and let out a smug chuckle when you heard him. you slowly crawled on top of of ten and ran your finger across his sensitive tip, making ten’s body tremble with pleasure. your tongue crept around his shaft as he desperately tried to kept quiet—his soft whines slowly getting louder. ten had tried his best to continue his not so obvious facade but he couldn’t do it for much longer, due to your expertise.

you fully took ten in your mouth as your soft and warm tongue made circles around his shaft, sending him to cloud 9. just as precum started to leak out of his already throbbing tip, you decided to pull away with an innocent grin on your face. ten obviously let out a displeased grunt at the sudden action, but did you care? Not at all. “Not so fun now..” you said while caressing his cheek. ten was upset until he felt your warm tongue at his hole, licking every corner it could find. he shuddered with pleasure and moaned your name. “y/n…” you heard very loudly. on the inside, all you could do was laugh, this man thought he could play with you but in the end, he turned into the victim.

as you rose up, your erect dick was already placed against ten’s need and puckering hole. you didn’t waste any time and immediately thrusted into him quickly, forcing a loud moan to come out of the older’s mouth. you thrusted and thrusted as ten dug his nails into your back, leaving obvious scratch marks as he did. you enjoyed every second of it, his guttural moans being music to your ears.

at this point, ten had tears in his eyes from your fast pace. you became increasingly close to your climax as you continued to watch ten below you, he looked so pathetic right after that thing he pulled, you loved it. you came inside of him and so did he—all over the both of your stomachs. the sound of you both breathing heavily was heard throughout the room, you two sounded as if you had just run a marathon. the director stopped recording and clapped at the amazing performance. “you guys did amazing! you’re definitely a prodigy y/n!” you smiled at the director and looked back down at ten.

you caressed his face and softly spoke to him “was i too hard? i didn’t hurt you did i? im sorry if i did.” ten looked at you and shook his head. you had just given him the best sex ever. he felt relieved as though he finally found the drive to keep him at the company.

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WOOOOOOOO I JUST WROTE MY FIRST SMUT

don’t know how to feel, hope you guys like it

note. Ik im posting this late as hell butttt im working on chapter 2 of my aouad series!!

[joeybosa-aaronjudge]

Jealousy

Nick Bosa x Reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: smut. cursing. soft at the end.

Smut Prompt List: 24. Pay attention to me or I’ll make you

44. Jealous sex

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“Hey babe?” Nick yells from the bedroom.

Nick has been upstairs getting ready for football practice and he’s trying to find one of his sweatshirts that he loves to wear. You love it on him but you also love to wear it also because it’s just so comfy.

“What?” You yell back.

“Where’s my sweatshirt?” He asks.

“Which one?” You ask.

“The grey one with the two stripes that go down the arms. I can’t find it anyw-.”He says stopping mid sentence coming out to the living room where you are and noticing that you have it on.

“Oh this one?” You ask pointing at his sweatshirt you have on.

“Yes that one but it’s fine I can go get another one.” He says

“No honey. Here take this one. I can go change into another one.” You say taking it off and giving to him.

He takes the sweatshirt from you as you go upstairs and grab a different one. As you walked back out, he gave you a soft smile and a kiss on the head. You had a few days off of work so you decided to give Nick a ride to practice just because and just to have an excuse to get out of the house. When you got home from dropping him off at the field, you decided to do a few things around the house before going back and picking him up.

A couple hours have gone by and you got a text from Nick saying that practice was over. You left to go get him and when you got there he wasn’t ready yet so you stood outside the car waiting on him. A couple of the players came walking out and saw you standing there. One of them was a rookie and didn’t know that you’re dating Nick. The rookie told his teammate that he was gonna go up to you and flirt with you and his teammate told him not to do that and that it’s not a great idea. The rookie blew him off and did it anyways.

“Hey beautiful. You look too pretty to be here by yourself. I think that we should go out on a date tonight if you’re free?” He says.

“You’re sweet but I’m sorry. I’m waiting on Nick and sorry to break this to you but I’m dating him.” You say chuckling.

“Nick? As in Nick Bosa? You’re dating him?” He asks.

“Yes I’m dating him.” You say laughing at his reaction.

“Oh okay.” He says a little disappointed.

Nick came walking out to you when the rookie was flirting with you. You can tell by the look on his face that he was getting a little jealous. Yeah the rookie was good looking but he wasn’t you’re type. The rookie walked away to his car as Nick walked up to the car.

“Hey baby. How was practice?” You say.

He doesn’t respond. He puts his stuff into the backseat and gets into the front seat. You roll your eyes at him and get into the drivers seat and drive home. It was a quiet and quick drive home. He gets his things and goes inside without saying a word to you.

“Nick will you please talk to me?” You ask a little irritated that he’s acting like this.

He looks up at you and looks back down at his phone. You let out a loud sigh and rolled your eyes at him again.

“Pay attention to me or I’ll make you.” You say.

Still nothing. You’re getting a little fed up with him at this point so you walk upstairs and change into a lingerie that’s his favorite on you and throw on one of his tshirts. You walk back downstairs into the kitchen where you left him and walk up to him and wrap your arms around him while laying your head against his shoulder.

You move to in front of him and start to kiss his neck while leaving a couple hickies. You run your hands down his torso and stop at the waist band of his jeans. He moans and it seems like he’s not as mad as he was before. He grabs your hips and sets you up into the counter and stands in between your legs. You kiss up his jaw and up to his lips.

You tug on his shirt and he gets the hint and takes it off. As he’s taking his shirt off, you unbutton his jeans and pull them and his boxers down. He kicks them off and takes your (his) shirt off of you and throws it on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He moans at the sight of you in the lingerie.

“Fuck baby. The things you do to me.” He says continuing to look you up and down.

“You gonna fuck me hard or are you going to keep staring?” You ask smirking at him.

He lets out a small moan and he rips it off of you.

“That was my favorite one.” You whine.

“I’ll buy you a new one baby but right now I want to fuck you so bad.” He moans.

He lines his cock up with your entrance and pulls you closer to him as he pushes into you. He keeps his hands on your hips and you put your hands on his back as you wrap your legs around his waist. You both moan loudly as your wrapped your legs around him.

“Fuck baby. Oh god you feel so damn good wrapped around me.” He moans leaning in to start kissing your neck.

You’re eyes roll back and you scream his name. He’s fucking you so good it’s unbearable. He lays you back into the counter as he’s still fucking into you. When you lay down, he holds both your hands and fucks you harder. This is a new angle for you both and you’re loving it because he’s hitting all the right spots and Nick let’s out a loud moan.

“Oh fuck baby. Oh god you fuck me so damn good. Filling me up so well. Oh hell daddy right there.” You moan loudly as he hit your sweet spot with every thrust.

“That’s it baby. Scream for me. Let it out. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so fucking good.” He moans pounding into you now.

You’re moaning so loudly and just a mess below him. He lets go of your hands and massages your breasts and twist and pinches your nipples. You feel yourself getting close and you know he is too.

“I’m gonna cum daddy.” You moan.

“I don’t know if you deserve to cum princess. Beg for it.” He moan letting out a chuckle.

“Oh daddy. Oh fuck. Please let me cum. I’ve been a good girl just for you. You’ve fucked me so damn good daddy. Please let me cum.” You moan clenching around him.

“Cum for me princess. Cover my cock in that sweet cum of yours. I’m gonna cum too.” He moans as you feel him twitch inside you.

“Cum inside me daddy. Give it to me baby.” You moan.

You moan loudly and cum around him as his thrusts slow down and he spills his thick load of cum inside you. He stays inside you for a minute before pulling out. You whine when he pulls out of you and you sit up.

“Fuck baby. That was fucking amazing.” You say letting out a little chuckle.

“Yes it was princess. You know, I love it when you call me daddy. You should call me that from now on when we fuck.” He says laughing.

“Sounds good to me daddy.” You say winking at him and laughing with him. “So I’m just curious but what happened with you earlier?” You ask.

“Well,” he laughs. “When I saw the rookie talking to you earlier after practice, it set a fire off in me and I guess I got jealous that he was flirting with you and that he was going to um take you from me. I don’t want to lose you baby. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.” He says truthfully.

“Awe baby. You have nothing to worry about. He’s 110% not the one for me. I don’t want him like that. You’re the one I want for the rest of my life. I love you so much baby.” You say.

“Good because I love you so much more and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t wait to marry you one day.” He says smiling and giving you a kiss while pulling you closer to him.

You smile into the kiss and giving him a hug at the same time. You love this man more than everything even when he gets on your nerves sometimes. He grabs his tshirt off the floor and hand it to you and you put it on. He grabs his boxers and puts them on.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” You say smiling.

He grabs you off the counter and carry’s you out to the living room as you squeal. He sets you both on the couch and you guys watch tv while cuddling.

[beskarberry]

Bargaining with Beskar (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

“Alright, space cowboy, your turn.” You nodded towards the bulge that had made his baggy canvas pants grow tight, and he followed your gaze with what you guessed was surprise. “Let’s see what you’ve got in there, hmm?”

Rating : Explicit

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: canon-typical violence (bounty capture) smut: captured bounty sex, rough play (soft choke), fingering, pent up sex.

Summary: You’re an ex bounty hunter just trying to escape the guilds radar long enough to spend a hefty reward, but a another bounty hunter has other plans for you. Can you convince him to let you go with only your charm, or will you find yourself in carbonite?

Authors note: I wrote this in a fury in the middle of the night so it’s messy and very very self indulgent. It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything so if I need to tag something tell me!

Edit: This fic started on another blog of mine but I moved it here to keep it consistent for when I add more chapters.

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You'd had a good run.

It was a hard opportunity to pass up, the high profile bounty you had been charged to bring in had been able to contact their family shortly before you had captured them and the family offered to pay you handsomely for their return, easily triple what the guild was going to pay for this bail jumper. You’d taken the deal, but that meant you would be returning to the guild empty handed. Maybe if you laid low for a while they'd forget.

Of course that was a stupid thought, within weeks you had noticed rookie hunters on your tail.  Word had gotten out that the bounty was walking free and a sloppy bounty hunter was a liability to the guild. After evading all of the green-horns for a time the more experienced hunters began tracking you, and your only choice with them was kill or be killed. They should have known you wouldn't go down quietly.

Months passed before you saw another hunter, hoping against hope that they had given up. It wasn't until you had gotten somewhat comfortable on Tatooine that the last one came.

You were far outside of Mos Eisly, the sandy city was barely a smudge on the horizon from where you were laying low doing repair work on a moisture extractor when he arrived. The machines engine was so loud in your ear you never heard him coming up over the dune, though through the scope of the pulse riffle he carried you wouldn't have heard him anyway. You cranked a ratchet against a stubborn bolt,

-crank.... crank.... c-CRZZT-!

Electricity coursed through you,  your first thought was that somehow you had made a connection with a loose wire and shocked yourself, but it was soon obvious that whatever had electrified you was strong enough to paralyze you, causing you to drop down onto the ground. Your fingers were still twitching when you heard bootsteps coming over the sand, but you were unable to stand, instead you worked to shake the electricity running through you.

"Th-thi-think I hit a whi-wh-wire there, I- I- I- I'll get it fi- fixed." you stuttered through clenched teeth, thinking it was the moisture farmer that had hired you coming to see if you were ok. The pulse was wearing off quickly, and you were able to jerk your head enough to make visual contact with the boot of the man approaching you, but these were not the boots of a farmer, they were the boots of a bounty hunter.

"Oh fuck" you tried to scramble to your feet, but you were still jarred from the pulse bolt that had hit you. The man above you wasn't going to wait for you to get your footing, and kicked you over onto your back with one bandoliered boot, then kneeled into your gut with the other, knocking the wind out of you. Still twitching with electricity he snapped a pair of binders on your wrist before hauling you to your feet. You struggled in his grasp, a combination of convulsion and fear made you squirm like a womp rat in a trap, but his grasp was too strong. Suddenly there was cold metal pressed against your side, the barrel of a blaster digging into your ribs.

"Move it." A man of little words but quick and to the point, the blaster barrel forced harder into your side to accentuate his point. He ripped your supply bag off of your shoulders and stuffed a leather clad hand into the belt of your canvas pants to fish out your hidden blaster. Rude. He shoved you toward the barren wasteland of the dune sea, unable to argue with the barrel digging into your ribs you both set off in a brisk pace across sands.

"Whose p- paying you?" You sputtered, still feeling the after effects of the pulse bolt. "I can pay you m- more. I made three ti- times the bounty the guild would pay and I would g- gladly split it with you." Bargaining was your only option at the moment, arms and legs like jelly and unable to put up a good fight. The hunter said nothing, continuing to half march half drag you over the sands. "I bet half is still more than double what they're paying you now, so whad’dya say? Wanna go splitsies?" Still nothing. You huffed, dragging your legs in the sand as best you could to slow him down, but a quick jab with the blaster barrel had you singing a different tune.

The pair of you marched on for a couple hours through the dunes towards a rocky outcropping, you continued making offers of credits and services but never once did he respond, choosing instead to shank you with the blaster or shove a hand into your back to remind you of your current position as his prisoner, without letting you get so much as a peek at your captor. Before long you both had made it to the rocks, and hidden behind them was the saddest looking star ship you had ever seen. It was pre-Imperial you were sure, standing dusty and dented in the fading double sunset. The fact that it had survived atmospheric reentry was a surprise in itself. Like hell you were getting on that thing. The bounty hunter shoved you forward towards the ugly ship, letting go of you just long enough to press a couple buttons on his vambrace to open the entry ramp. It was now or never.

Tired and dehydrated as you were from your trek across the dunes you knew this might be your only chance. You tucked in your bound wrists and made a run for it, kicking up sand in your escape. You were fast but he was faster.

-fwip!- SNAP! Something had caught your leg, yanking your feet out from under you and forcing you to do a faceplant in the rocky sand with a thud. You whipped around to find that he had shot you with some kind of grapple, hauling you back towards him by your ankle you were finally able to see who had caught you.

Is that the Mandalorian? From Karga’s cantina? Of all the hunters you had seen in your travels, Mandalorians were a breed all their own. The stoic hunters had frequented the ramshackle cantina on Navarro that you had visited a handful of times in your earlier days of hunting. You’d started to recognize one in particular that frequented the guild post often. His beskar helmet was shiny unpainted silver, but the last time you had seen him the rest of his armor was a dingy reddish brown. The thought was fleeting as you struggled to escape being dragged by the grapple but once he had you back in his grasp there was no denying it was the same man. He was covered almost head to toe in bullets and beskar, all the way up to the familiar shiny dome of it that covered his entire head. You were able to get an excellent view of its craftsmanship as he pulled you back up to your feet and marched you backwards into the old ship, the black shimmer of his visor never leaving your face. You stumbled over your own feet, fighting with the last bit of your strength for one last chance at escape.

“Mando! Remember me? From Kargas? On Navarro? Yeah yeah heya buddy! Hey hunter to hunter you don’t actually want to bring me in, I just know how much you ~looove~ talking with that old cantina crook and the, uh, paper work! Yeah paper work is suuuch a headache! I’ll just slip on out of here and we can both avoid a bad time, sound good?” Though you knew who he was you’d never spoken to this man in your life, and he of course wasn’t going to entertain your pleas, but it was the best you had. You were pushed backwards through the ship, past supply crates and what looked like the guts of a protocol droid towards what you could only guess was a carbonite chamber. He tossed your supply pack somewhere into the bowels of the ship without ever taking his gaze off you. Panic found a few last drops of adrenaline to pump through your veins as you neared your impending doom. Your silent captor backed you into the chamber, puffs of fog billowing out from behind you as the machine fired up. You had to get out, thrashing in his grasp and kicking against the walls of the chamber with every last bit of strength you had, but just like the armor he wore, he himself was unbreakable.

The bigger hunter was becoming fed up, frustrated with your squirming and never ending bargaining; he needed you to hold still long enough for him to hit the activation sequence so this hunt would be over. He let go of your bound wrists and pushed a leather clad hand up against your throat.

“~Ahh~!”

The noise that escaped your mouth made you both freeze, you just as shocked as he was. Your cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassed that in your current state of capture such a filthy noise had been coaxed from you. You squeezed your eyes shut, just waiting for it to be over and let the carbonite freeze you into oblivion, but its chill never came. You slowly opened one eye to glance at the armored man, but he looked like he was the one that had been frozen.

“What was that?” His voice was like gravel coming through the modulator of his helmet, and you flushed red again at his question, looking between the corners of his visor where you thought his eyes might be.

“Don’t worry about it, tin man.” you croaked, “Just hurry up and let’s get this over with.” You squeezed your eyes shut again, hoping that the darkness behind your eyelids was enough for you to vanish into. But you felt the hand leave your neck, coasting down to your bound wrists and tugging you out of the carbonite freezer. Unable to really argue with him you followed his pull on shaky legs, looking at the unreadable face for a sign of his intentions. Once you were free of the chamber he pushed you up against the nearby wall and held you in front of him, completely motionless.

You were confused, embarrassed, and now suddenly frustrated. Was he really going to drag this out for stupid questions? He stood like a statue, the visor of his helmet felt like its gaze was trying to bore a hole through your skull. You stared at him, then to his hands, and last down to his blaster before looking back up to his visor. You watched as one leather gloved hand slowly made its way back up to your neck, giving it a firm squeeze like he had done before, but you wouldn’t fall for that trick a second time.

“Do it again.” came a rumbling voice from deep inside the beskar, but this time it was lower, more measured and full of something that made your heart do flip-flops in your chest. A sinful thought came to you, maybe you would be able to escape after all.

“You’re going to have to work for it, no more freebies” a sly smile crept over your face, earning a tilt of the helmet that made you feel like you were being inspected by a large bird. Your hands were still locked together, but you brought them both up anyway to wrap your fingers around the armored wrist that still leaned against your throat. Immediately his other hand went for the blaster and its barrel was trained on you in a heartbeat. “Easy...” you whispered  showing both of your raised palms in a sign of peace. He kept the blaster trained on you as you gently grabbed his wrist with both hands, pulling on it to guide it down the front of your shirt. When his hand reached your breast, you pushed his palm into the supple mound, rewarding him with another breathy sigh.

Something like a huff whispered out though his modulator, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it over the whirring of the ships innards, but you knew what you heard. The blaster in his other hand dipped away from you slowly before finding its spot back in its holster. Once it was safely away his free hand came up to grab at your other breast, earning him another encouraging sigh. Without letting go of the front of your shirt he carefully spun you away from the carbonite freezer and walked you backwards towards one of the supply crates that littered the hull until it bumped up against the back of your knees; prompting you to plop down on it. You leaned back, arching your bound arms over your head to give you some kind of leverage while he toyed with your breasts.

“Y’know they’re even more fun without the shirt.” you chided. The mandalorian took the hint and ghosted down to the hem of the tunic you had worn to blend in with the other farmers. It was thin and yielded easily as he pushed it up over your breasts, the flesh of your nipple puckering in the cool air of the ship. The shiny black of his visor never left your chest, only tilting side to side as he took both of them in. His leather gloves were soft and warm on your skin, gently pinching at your nipple and pulling on them just enough to cause your breast to bounce when he let go. He grabbed at the pillowy flesh, groping and rolling your sensitive buds between the knuckles of his pointer and middle fingers. All the while you made good on your word, making soft sighs to edge him on. Though you knew this was supposed to be your escape plan, you couldn’t help the way heated pooled in your belly, making you squeeze your thighs together and rock your hips. The armored man noticed the way you were squirming and let his hands wander down from your breasts to the hem of your canvas pants.

“Well? Don’t leave a girl waiting.” You rocked your hips up at his hands, trying to get him to take the hint. His expert hands that had wielded fierce weaponry so well now seemed to falter at what he was supposed to do next. His fingers were slow undoing the button and zipper as if he'd never taking someone else's clothes off before, before pushing them down until they were around your knees. The sudden hit of cool air made you instantly aware of just how hot you had become under his groping. You used your knees and heels to push your pants all the way off, kicking your muckboots off with them and opening yourself up for him to get a good look at you.

His body was stiff, the visor of his helmet staring down at your heat, he was so still you could swear he was holding his breath. Suddenly his gaze made you feel vulnerable, as if he didn’t like your display. You moved to start closing your legs when a strong hand shot out to grab your knee and hold it in place while he continued to gawk at you. He likes what he sees you realized, heat flushing to your face and your cunt. Again you rolled your hips from side to side, trying to entice him. What’s he waiting for?

“Please...” you gave him your best impression of a needy virgin and saw his shoulders immediately go even stiffer, the black visor snapping up to meet your eyes. “Take your gloves off.”

He cocked his helmet at you, and you were starting to get the hang of reading an unreadable face. “Just trust me, we’ll both enjoy it more.” At that he tugged the glove off of one hand and tossed it somewhere behind him in the ship, exposing bronze skin of a, thankfully, human hand. He reached down between your legs at the hot core of your body, slowly moving his fingers down your slit. You sighed and arched into his touch, begging with your body for something more tangible. His other hand came up to grab your thigh and steady you, but the hand tracing your heat was shy and ghostlike, almost like he wasn’t touching you at all. “Please Mando...” you begged again, hoping he would get the damn hint.

He pushed one finger experimentally into your folds, dragging the wetness that had accumulated there over your opening and making you hum for him. He moved from the bottom up until his calloused hand found the sensitive little nub you had been waiting for him to find. The roughness of his skin caused you to convulse and cry out, making him tear his hand away as if he’d been burned.

“It’s alright! Please touch me there.” Who is this guy? What’s he never seen a pussy before? You thought to yourself, surprised that such a big scary man would be so jumpy. You arched your back and was rewarded with his hands back where they belonged. He pushed his thumb up against your aching clit, drawing lazy circles with it while another finger began pushing its way inside you. This time you let out a ragged and dirty moan to let him know he was doing a good job. He pulled his thumb away from your engorged nub to push a second finger up in you, making you whine. He found a spot in you quickly that was starting to make you shake again, but this time he knew not to foolishly let go. Your legs were quaking, head lolling to the side and making those sinful sighs that you could tell he liked. He was getting you close, your muscles squeezing around his rough fingers as he worked you to your climax. When his thumb found your clit again you came undone, your cunt fluttering around his fingers with your orgasm. He rode it out with you, pushing up against the coiled muscle to milk every ounce of pleasure from you that you could give on his hands alone. You could feel your own cum leaking down your thighs and around his hand, now realizing how pent up you actually were. What a mess you would be.

You were nearly gasping but you knew you were far from spent. He pulled his hand from your dripping cunt and you watched him stare at the slick on his hands, sticking and unsticking his fingers just to watch the glimmering trails. Cute, you mused to yourself, he really might not have seen a pussy before.

“Alright, space cowboy, your turn.” You nodded towards the bulge that had made his baggy canvas pants grow tight, and he followed your gaze with what you guessed was surprise. “Let’s see what you’ve got in there, hmm?” With one last glance at the prize on his fingers, he took a moment to reach them up underneath the edge of his helmet, greedily getting a taste of you, before straightening up and undoing his own buttons. You were not prepared for the monster that flopped out of his pants, his cock full and engorged all the way to its hot red tip. Thick veins wound their way up its length and you swore you could see them pulse even from your vantage point on the crate. A soft drop of precum was already forming at the tip and you licked your lips involuntarily, feeling a fresh rush of heat pooling between your legs. “I’m all yours.”

The hunter grasped his aching cock and used his thumb to glide the precum up and down it’s length before he angled himself between your legs. You arched your hips to give him the best angle but he wanted to take his time. He dragged the head of his cock up and down the length of your slick opening, gathering the cum he had earned for himself. When he bumped up against your clit you moaned a breathy and sinful sound that made him shiver. He slid back down again and you pushed your hip towards him, forcing his tip to notch and he almost doubled over from the sensation, giving you a ragged groan in response.

“Did that feel good?” you asked, biting your lip with a devious sneer. “It’ll feel even better inside.” His gaze was fixed on where the two of you were connected, his hands like steel on your thighs. Another tilt of your hips was enough to turn the cogwheels of the metal man and he pushed his length into you with a shuddering gasp. Your own breath caught in your throat at the size of him breaking you open. He pulled himself back out achingly slow before thrusting into you again and earning himself another round of pleasured cries. It took him only a couple more thrusts to find his rhythm, bottoming out against your cervix with every thrust. Your head was cloudy and a fearsome heat was building in your belly, threatening to burst every time he pounded into you. You could hear him now, the once silent bounty hunter was panting ragged puffs of air and if it had been any cooler in the ship you swore you would have seen steam coming out of the helmets vents.

He slowed his feverish pounding just long enough to release one of your captured thighs and bring a thumb down to your clit, pushing against it in a way that was rougher than what you would have liked but nevertheless sent your head spiraling and forcing a pitiful mewl to escape your throat. It wasn’t long before another round of lightning crackled through your body and sent another orgasm crashing through you. The force of it made him choke and stuttered his perfect rhythm hard enough that he fell forward onto you. Your hands were still locked together but you wrapped them around his broad armored back as best you could, pulling him close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath coming out of the bottom of the helmet. He groaned and pushed his head into the crook of your neck before finding his filthy cadence again. He was close enough now that you could catch the scent of him, a mix of sweat and metal and gunpowder and something so primal it made your eyes flutter.

“Let me feel that again.” His ragged voice in your ear sent you spinning, and you could only answer with choked cries. The hand he had used to work you into a frenzy before now snaked it’s way up to your throat, giving it the exact gentle squeeze he had earlier that started this whole twisted tango. This time you gave him precisely what he was asking for, your tongue peeking ever so slightly past wet lips in between soft choked gasps. His pace quickened by your edging and his grasp tightened on your neck, drawing an ugly -urk- noise that had you patting his back in protest. To your relief he respected your gesture and let go of your neck entirely. Interesting...what a sweet, thoughtful murder machine he is. He grabbed ahold of the abused crate that held you both up and ground his hips into you, fucking you so hard you swore it would break. It wasn’t long before your overstimulated cunt gave him exactly what he asked for, crying out into the silence of the hull and clamping down around his cock.

That was the last thing he needed to push him over the edge. A few more messy thrusts and a modulated roar accompanied his climax while he pumped you full of cum. He pushed himself as deep as he could go and you felt his cum start to pour out of you, mixing with your own as it trailed down from the intersection of your bodies and onto the cold metal of the ships floor. You were both panting, his weight on you making it almost hard to breathe. With great difficulty you pulled your bound arms over top of him and dropped them back behind your head so he could get up, but he just laid on top of you while his cock slowly softened and released itself from you, sending a fresh wave of cum flooding down your legs.

Carefully he pushed himself up, grunting and groaning the whole way. He stumbled to his feet, resting an arm on one of the crates next to you to steady himself and the other on your quaking knee. You glanced down at him and was bemused to see his glossy black visor staring down at your dripping cunt. His hands made their way back to you, gently pushing at your folds to watch the delicious mess he had made trickle from you. You couldn’t hear much over the blood pounding in your ears, but you could have sworn he said something with fondness in a language you didn’t know.

Releasing you from his grasp he walked up your side, dragging his ungloved hand over your disheveled body, devouring your naked form with his visor like a starving man watches a feast. It was now that you remembered why you had let him fuck you in the first place, but your body was limp and your legs shaky. He ran his hands up your chest and over your exposed breasts, then up your arms, grabbing the magnetic cuffs he had put there. Great. Back to the carbonite chamber for me.

But instead your ears were graced with the metallic click of the unlocking mechanism and the restrictive cuffs clattered to the floor. You sat up immediately, rubbing at the bruises on your wrists and staring at your captor with mix of bliss and confusion.

“You’re letting me go?”

Mando was working to put his clothes back in order, the sound of belts and snaps shuffling into place echoed in the ships hull. “Last I heard you had fallen into a sarlacc pit on Tatooine. Can’t collect a bounty on the dead. Pity too, I’d heard you were such a great hunter.” The man who had been your captor was now leaning against the hull wall, his visor still locked on your mostly naked form. “You can go back to doing repairs on moisture farm equipment, or...” he tilted his helmet towards the back of the ship “You’re welcome to use the fresher.”

You blinked at his uncharacteristic generosity, though you supposed you didn’t actually know anything about him. Shifting off of the crate sent another gooey wave of cum dribbling down your legs and flushed your cheeks red. Maybe the fresher wasn’t a bad idea. The metallic man turned on his heel towards what you could only guess was the cockpit.

“Alright, but no peeking.” Like I could stop him. The thought made you laugh, it was his ship after all. You tossed what was left of your clothing onto the floor and made for the tiny alcove that passed as a bathroom and the even tinier shower; but the water was hot and that was enough. It had been so long since you had felt running water on your skin that you didn’t even hear the engines firing up and the rickety ship begin to take off. There was a bar of military grade soap on the ledge that you decided to help yourself to, it smelled surprisingly nice for something so plain. It smells like he does. You shook your head at the intrusive thought. It was just soap.

When you had finished your wash you stood in the fresher trying to squeegie water from your hair, now noticing the rumbling of the ship under your feet. Well, goodbye Tatooine I guess. The ugly dust ball had done you no favors, but this wasn’t exactly the way you had guessed you were getting off of it. He had set out to capture me, and he succeeded. He’ll probably grow tired of me and throw me in the carbonite anyway, so one way or another I would have ended up on this ship. You opened the shower door and saw something on the counter that hadn’t been there when you got in.

Two gray-brown towels were folded neatly on the fresher sink, as well as your clothing and something that looked like a black knit sweater. You hadn’t even heard the door to the fresher open, let alone him coming in to drop the items off.

“Sneaky Mando!” You hollered out into the darkness of the ship, though you guessed he probably couldn’t hear you from where he was at. The idea of him creeping in the bathroom to bring you a towel made you chuckle. “I told you not to peek!”

“I didn’t.” A modulated voice right in your ear made you jump backwards into the safety of the fresher.

“Fucksake man! Scare a girl to death why don’tcha?” You wrapped your towel tighter in indignation, surprised that your nudity would make you embarrassed after what had just happened between the two of you.

He sighed a long, exhausted sigh. “After you went rouge you took out three top tier bounty hunters and not once did you try to beg the guild to stop hunting you. There’s a pretty hefty price on your head, but I think your skills could be put to better use.” The Mandalorian cocked his head at you, “Think you can do that again?”

The audacity... You huffed and put your hands on your hips in a stance of mock fury. “So you kidnap me and now you’re going to put me to work? Great. Thanks pal. Really know how to take a girl out on a date, huh?”

He shrugged. “Do you want to go back to the carbonite freezer? I’m sure Karga would love to part with all those credits for your capture.”

No... No you did not want to go back to the freezer. You glared down at the floor with raised eyebrows, pretending like you were mulling over the idea like it was a job offer and not literally your only option.

“Alright... fine fine you talked me into it. Let’s go hunting, captain.” You snapped a damp hand out for him to shake, but he just shook his shiny metal dome in what you might have guessed was a laugh. He pushed himself away from the wall and climbed back up the ladder to the cockpit without a single word.

You watched as his boots disappeared into the ceiling and shook your head, wondering now if when you woke up this morning you had any idea that the day would take you on some wild bantha hunt though space with a well-hung mystery man. You tightened your towel and tucked back into the still steamy fresher to put on the clothes he had left you. The farming tunic was in a sad state, but the knit sweater looked snug and inviting. Pulling it over your damp hair your nose was flooded with that same delectable scent that you had gotten to indulge in earlier. When he was pressed into you.

“Hoo boy...” You finished getting dressed, rubbing your hair with one of the towels Mr. Mystery had left for you. I hope he’s got travel scrabble somewhere in this rust bucket, or you’re going to have to find some more... physical... activities to pass the time. Your lips turned up in a mischievous grin at the idea.

What a strange trip this will be.

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Inspired by: @heart-of-gold-outlaw, @bagelboys-withcreamcheese, @outlier-rookie, and @badassrayofsunshine.

Rip John, Kieran, Sadie, Molly, Uncle, Stauss, Trelawny, and Swanson. I got lazy. Rip Sean, Karen, Charles, and Mary-beth. They were only mentioned.

Your Life In The Camp

Reading to Jack and encouraging him to read at least ten minutes a day.

Let’s hope you know how to write cursive, because you’ll be spending an hour practing with Hosea.

If you don’t know how to sew, Miss Grimshaw will teach you.

If you are more of the hard labor type, she’ll probably send you to do laundry or chop wood.

If you don't know how to fish Hosea and Dutch will take the opportunity to leave camp to teach you.

Some of the gang members will laugh at you if you don't know how to make a fire properly. Do not fret. Charles, Javier, or Arthur will teach you.

Arthur and Charles will always make sure to check if your gun only has five bullets loaded. Micah will probably tell you that you have to have all six.

If you happen to accidentally fire the revolver within camp, or it disarms while it's in your holster. Hosea, Dutch, or Grimshaw will take it away from you.

You'll be hearing Arthur getting shit to never buy you a gun again.

You get one anyway. Micah will give you one as a gift. He's probably an indian giver. He might ask for money or for you to get him drinks. He'll keep giving you them whenever you get one taken away

Dutch has a collection of revolvers that he took from you.

Sean likes to have contests so the both of you can practice on your aim.

Lenny likes to watch the contests between you and Sean, but he rarely joins.

He enjoys talking to you about what it's like in the future. You tell him about technology, but Lenny prefers horses and stars over cars and polluted skies.

Mary-Beth, and Tilly will be asking questions about the future. They both heard you talking to Lenny and Hosea about the cities being so polluted you couldn't see much stars. Now you're telling them about the light pollution.

Collecting herbs so Pearson can cook different types of stew and soup. You know that's the fastest and most affordable thing you can make for 25 people.

Playing the five finger fillet and getting laughed at for calling it "the knife game."

Knife flip, anyone? Javier will be remembering the tune for the 2013 version of five finger fillet.

Reading to Bill because he looks interested in the book but won't fucking admit it.

Asking Jack to teach you how he weaves the stems together on his flower crowns because the way you do it looks like shit

Getting a smack on the backside of your head from Abigail because you said it in those words

Buying books with whatever money you made for Jack as an apology.

Making sure Abigail is fed because she looks so malnourished, and taking care of Jack for awhile so she can sleep longer.

Sean and Karen are the one that asks you to sing songs from your time. Javier will let you use his guitar. Don't be rough with it, he won't forgive you if you damage his instrument.

Dutch will probably try to give you advice. It sounds like that kid from 8th grade who took a few classes, and thought they were some type of great philosopher.