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Kevin got the Omnitrix au- in which Kevin in OS era was the one to find the Omnitrix

Oh gods, this one could go so wrong or so right depending... And there's so much shit you can go with with Kevin, so many doors...

It starts when an alien device crashes through two apartment buildings and a convenience store, leaving a crater where the snacks used to be. This would normally be very interesting, but it's letting off a serious weird glow and also a lot of shit is on fire so the people who aren't evacuating are mostly just ignoring the whole mess as not their business. Excepting one small child who can taste some serious energy coming from the crater and really has nothing to lose

You know I had a whole thing here about how I couldn't decide what I wanted as far as the backstory here regarding why the fuck the Omnitrix latches onto him- because yes I could have him just carrying it around but it's more fun to put it on the kid- but actually I've made my decision.

Back during the period of gathering DNA for the Omnitrix Myaxx was sent to a backwoods mudball. Knowing her appearance would be frightening to the locals, and having not been granted an ID Mask because her employer is an asshole, she decided to approach some small, seemingly unaccompanied children, working on the assumption that children of most non-prey species tend to be better at rolling with such things than the adults. Things were, she believed, going well, right up until she got essentially kneecapped (if she only had a skeleton) by a young human female wielding a shovel. The young woman got in a good number of blows, relentless comparatively-little thing, and made it clear that whatever otherworldy beastie Myaxx was if she wanted with the kids she'd have to go through her. Myaxx backed off, kind of scared in the same way a bear is left scared by a bold cat, and tried to explain herself, but found 'I just need samples of your dna in case you die out' only enraged her further. Having already gathered some samples, Myaxx decided to call it good enough and fucked off the planet, reporting the encounter back to Azmuth as well as noting that one donor has been far more similar in appearance to the woman than the others and was likely her kin.

Fastforward to the period just prior to OS, when Azmuth was deciding where to send his watch for safe keeping. He thinks to himself that Earth, a backwoods mudball nobody ever thought about, may well be a good location. He thinks about Max Tennyson, whom he met years back, who with his partner stood against Vilgax the Conqueror and won. And in the midst of this, he remembers Myaxx's report. Of another young human, smaller, weaker, with none of the training or tech that Max had laid claim to. One who had, despite this, fearlessly chased Myaxx off a planet with nothing but a shovel and an attitude. Not realizing how fast time passes for humans, that Max is an old man now, that this woman was dead of age before he met the man, he programs the Omnitrix to Donor #2's dna.

And lo but the great-great-grandchild of the first human woman to meet a Chimera Sui Generis gains the Omnitrix.

But this isn't supposed to be about her this is supposed to be about Kevin, so let's get to Kevin, who at this point has an energy addiction, is a lot more wary than Ben as a result of *gestures at his life*, and damn sure knows enough about tech to know it shouldn't be jumping up an grabbing you. He does not, as Ben does, immediately get into the sort of fiddling that turns you into an alien. He gets into the sort of fiddling that involves hiding away somewhere and trying to take this thing apart to see how it works.

He doesn't make any real progress but he does manage to work up an appetite which is mostly tied in with needing a fix due to his whole situation and the Omnitrix is right there and has so much energy coming from it and we all know what happens when Kevin pulls from the Omnitrix-

Congratulations, our boy spends the first chunk of the original series stuck as different species. Between absorbing so much energy at once, and absorbing DNA for the first time, and the Omnitrix's shapeshifting tech coming up against his natural shapeshifting abilities, shit gets kind of wild. The Omnitrix is only half registering him as him so it's not entirely functioning properly (because he transformed using another's dna without using the Omnitrix to do so so his dna doesn't match any on file anymore), he's never had cause to even try to do this before so he has no clue what he's doing, and worst of all much like with the canon time he can't use his other powers this way. It saves him when Vilgax drones find him, but beyond that, not a great ending

As you can guess he's not happy and the first several episodes of season one consist of Kevin trying to survive in these new shapes he keeps switching between with only information off the watch and his own experimentation to work with, dealing with withdrawal, and avoiding scientists who have been wandering around the city trying to figure out wtf is going on

Every honestly feels relatively chill for the first few episodes, there's a small sense of escalation, thing seem to be getting harder, more people are showing up to investigate and shit. And then Hunted hits like a brick to the face, with trained professionals who know what they're doing suddenly coming out of the woodwork.

As you can guess Kevin and Tetrax don't get on, and they don't come out of this on the same side. Kevin still has no actual control over his shapeshifting, and little clue what he's doing, though he's a better fighter than Ben. The advantage he does have is a brilliant mechanical mind and this is the episode where it first gets put to proper use and displayed in full. He's able to turn their tech against them and figure out how to shield the Omnitrix's signal, both making him harder to find and trapping Kraab and SixSix himself before vanishing off. Tetrax ends up leaving with the other two but at best only a slight bit of confidence in this tenacious little brat.

The rest of season one stays in NYC, and most of it is a slow escalation as more people and more powerful people figure out there's something Very Interesting going on there. Kevin is much more hunted than Ben at the start. The only real exception is the episode that replaced Kevin 11, which I am tentatively calling Max the Mule. I don't know if it's the only encounter with the Tennysons, but it's certainly the first, and consists of Max realizing there's a group of aliens committing crimes around NYC while there with his grandchildren and trying to, without alerting them, hunt down and stop them. Kevin runs fucking rings around him, it's entirely a comedic 'breathing room' episode, where Max is increasingly stubborn and increasingly made the fool until he finally has to head off with the kids.

'Secrets' also goes very differently. It's a two-parter that includes 1) Vilgax and Kevin finally meeting; 2) Kevin finally starting to get a firm hold on his shapeshifting; and 3) the Saturdays enter the scene

Remember how Ben and Kevin got this whole episode to make friends? Yeah similar thing with Kevin and the Saturday Boys except Kevin is like ten different species, Doc, Drew, and Beeman are trying to figure out about this sudden rash of cryptid/alien/whatever encounters, and also a good chunk of the run time is a case of calamari gone colonial.

In order- Kevin figures out utilizing multiple species traits at once and uses this to great Vilgax-biting heights, with the Saturdays' and Beeman's help Vilgax is sent very much packing, the Saturdays don't manage to adopt him but they do manage to slip a cellphone to him and also Komodo runs off with him because just because he hasn't realized it yet doesn't mean he's not their brother, and Kevin looks over the destruction Vilgax wrought and decides to leave NYC for other peoples' safety

The Saturdays get him in the end, and show up a lot more between those two points, but it takes a while. Boy is feral. Also adopts a Kwarrel and an Argit at some point after joining the Saturdays but that would be a sequel series, maybe roll it into Secret Saturdays, maybe a midquel, who knows.

The first half of season two involves him getting control of his shapeshifting, shifting back, and beginning to figure out the Omnitrix itself while he and Komodo deal with ever more bullshit on their travels.

The shit with Zs'Skayr goes... interestingly. Because the the absorbed one can't do anything while he's tied to Kevin due to how Kevin's powers work and how his powers work not really aligning well. More specifically the first few times he turns to Ghostfreak there's a lot of Zs'Skayr's dna there but he's getting his bearings, but as time goes on it becomes clear that even when Kevin isn't shifting into the relevant shape his repair function is slowly rewriting the dna there to be closer to 'Kevin but an Ectonurite' and in doing so is slowly killing that incarnation of Zs'Skayr. Zs'Skayr's shit is more desperate as a result, and therefor a lot more impactful on Kevin's mental health both as a result and because the Zs'Skayr still in the Omnitrix is doing the same thing. At least one manages to escape, but any attempts to possess Kevin like is tried with Ben in OS don't work. Due to the way his powers store dna he functionally is part Ectonurite- is part all the species he gets dna from- and they're immune to their own bullshit. However many Zs'Skayrs are running around, between the trapped, the near death, the immunity, and Kevin being both shorter tempered and more begrudging than Ben? The antagonism between them is palpable.

Due to Kevin's powers slowly altering the dna he absorbs, the species he transforms to under his own power end up looking very much visually distinct from the ones he turns into using the Omnitrix. The Omnitrix ones are created via essentially averaging all available dna samples for a given species, but Kevin's are essentially alien dna altered to match his own as closely as equivalents allow.

I haven't decided but the above may open more powers per shape? Because what a mutant can do varies from species to species and similar dna markers between a human and, say, a vulpimancer, may produce entirely different results. It would take time to happen while the whole process was ongoing, but...

There must be a Ken 10 equivalent but with Devlin. I have no idea what it would be, but there must be one. It is law.

#'achi these are supposed to be just a few headcanons'#i know #'achi you outlined a good chunk of a season and some backstory'#i am aware #'achi you have a whole new badass character in all this'#if you didn't want this you shouldn't have given me an opening for cool kevin stuff #i had to drop the list format because tumblr was giving warning messages

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nobossinc · 1 year

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Business Plan vs Planning

A plan vs planning seems obviously different, yet they remain confused and often interchanged. However, a business plan and business planning are two very different things. Knowing the difference between the two could determine the success of your business. So, let’s talk about it.

BUSINESS PLAN

A business plan is a document used to give an overview of your business and intentions - much like a resume is used to get a job. Once you have finalized your business plan, you would submit it to potential investors or lenders in hopes of securing funding for your business idea.

The key components to writing a Business Plan are:

Executive Summary

Business History, Background, and Objectives

Products and Services

Marketing Planning

Operational Plan

Financial Planning

It is your business idea in “theory”. It is the “IF” of your business idea. IF you were in business, these are our marketing, financial, and operational approaches you would take. Although it is supported by industry facts and figures, it is still assumptions of how well your business could perform, based on writers analysis.

For the typical entrepreneur with a tight budget and limited resources, the problem with writing a business plan is two-fold.

1. The reliability of the data being analyzed. Since most industry research reports are released periodically, you would be lucky to find free or affordable industry reports released within the last two or three years.

2. The ability to accurately analyze and assume the potential of this business.

Oftentimes, new entrepreneurs will use business plan software expecting the most current data, or hire a professional business plan writer, assuming they have more experience articulating the potential of your business.

As long as you do not need to present your business plan to a third party, such as an investor, writing a business plan yourself can be a useful tool to help you think strategically about your business.

If the business plan will be distributed to a third party, it needs to be prepared clearly and convincingly with logical assumptions. Be prepared to discuss the ideas and assumptions of the plan in greater detail. Most investors and lenders are familiar with your industry. Probably more so than you. A little digging into the logic behind an assumption could reveal some dangerous flaws.

If you write the business plan and make the assumptions, it could be an opportunity for the investor to share their knowledge and guide you.

In the worst-case scenario, it was written by someone else, or cut and pasted from a template, and you cannot defend the assumption if asked to do so.

BUSINESS PLANNING

Business planning is a process, a series of activities resulting in a new business. The challenging part of the business planning process is transitioning your business idea from theory (business plan) to practice (actionable planning).

Think about each section of the business plan in greater detail. Then, map out the details of how you will achieve the “assumptions”. In other words, you need to go through the business planning process.

If you need to consult your business idea and strategize, set aside adequate time for planning and executing, because it may take some time before all ideation and preparation are done.

Business plan is important, but planning is essential.

The steps to starting a new business are:

VALIDATE your business idea with market research

PLAN OF ACTION: marketing, financing, product, operations, business goals, HR, other resources

MANAGEMENT: location, legal business structure, business name, registration, Tax ID, License & Permits, Business Bank Accounts

IMPLEMENT each Plan of Action

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However, don’t underestimate these steps to be quick, easy, or optional. Each should be detailed, well thought out, and work in harmony with the other. Strategically thinking through the steps is critical to starting a business on a strong foundation. The fact is, you could have the best idea and all the funding in the world, but if the key elements are not working in harmony, your new business will likely fail.

But, in addition to thinking strategically about your business, the actions of planning has even more benefits.

Provides a guide for action

Increase confidence in your decision-making

Increase ability to anticipate problems

Provide motivation and commitment.

Allows flexibility

Is a major stress-management tool.

Helps you achieve more goals.

Can make you more productive.

Saves you time.

Improves clarity and focus.

Provides targets that will help your business grow.

Sound financial information on which to base decisions.

Improves resource utilization.

Enables you to concentrate resources on improving profits, reducing costs, and increasing ROI.

Set performance standards.

Increases the efficiency of an organization.

It facilitates proper coordination within an organization.

Allows you a birds-eye view of activity and factors affecting your business.

It reduces the risks involved in modern business activities.

Structured planning can make all the difference. It is essential to a strong foundation and growth of your new business. NOBOSS Workshops™ will guide your planning, reduce risk, and increase your potential for success.

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sachininformationworld · 2 years

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The Benefits of Device ID Targeting and Geo Fencing Marketing

Device ID Targeting and Geo Fencing marketing allow advertisers to identify customers and target them accordingly. This method uses location data and other information from users' purchase history, web browsing behavior, and online activity to determine specific user demographics. These data enable marketers to target a specific market with specific offers and promotions. They can also target a specific geographic region, like a city or a neighborhood.

Cost-effectiveness

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Used For Advertising

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With geofencing, marketers can track consumer behavior and increase brand engagement. This marketing method works well for retailers and restaurants since geofencing allows them to target consumers near their location. By setting up geofences around specific areas, marketers can learn about consumer behaviors and track foot traffic patterns. This data can then be used to improve their geo fencing marketing campaigns.

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Device ID Targeting and Geofencing allows advertisers to better target customers in their location. This technology uses mobile devices' GPS and Bluetooth capabilities to determine when a user enters or exits a certain location. This allows advertisers to serve ads to those customers who are most likely to engage with their ads. Geo fencing marketing also enhances loyalty campaigns and strengthens rewards programs.

Micro-targeting

Geofencing and Device ID targeting can improve your marketing strategy by providing accurate and targeted targeting. Both methods rely on device-specific data rather than assumptive location data. This ensures better accuracy and more effective efficiency. As for device-specific data, Device ID allows you to capture device locations as far back as six months and as recently as three days ago.

The technology behind geofencing combines location data with online behavior and purchase history to offer personalized promotions. It can also be used to identify people who visit specific locations. As a result, geo fencing marketing allows you to customize promotions and personalize the customer experience.

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Geofencing can be especially helpful for local businesses, as it can offer an online presence for customers in their community. However, only a small percentage of customers will use these services regularly. However, every client appreciates the feeling of being recognized and recognizable. Device ID Targeting and Geo Fencing marketing help advertisers understand their audience and determine what type of promotion they should be running.

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Geofencing is a powerful location-based marketing strategy that can help businesses gain a competitive edge. With geofencing, marketers can use location data to create targeted ad campaigns, which can lead to increased customer loyalty. Geofencing is also available for mobile devices, tablet devices, and desktops.

Device ID Targeting and Geo Fencing marketing technology can alert sellers and sales personnel when a customer enters a store. This can boost sales and engagement on social media channels. It can also be used to monitor employee behavior on work premises and restrict access to certain areas.

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krause32piper · 2 years

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dynamicpricingecommerce · 2 years

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coynebuckley79 · 2 years

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toastopera1 · 2 years

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Substitute Birth Certificate

People reduce track of their very own vital documents with regard to many reasons. Presently there are online companies that are available today, making a birth certificate easy to get. You can also replace a birth certificate for a comparative based on genealogy purposes; this data can be discovered on the net. Your birth certificate fades in significance, after getting gotten some sort of license, your best career, and an interpersonal security card. To prove your capacity, there are various other government issued ID's that can confirm who you will be. However, there are several points that still demand that you possess a birth certificate, no matter if it's your authentic one you received in the mail after a few months of birth or even whether could onlu substitute it. Birth records are usually issued from the state within which you or that person will be born. You may speak to the state's judge clerk where you could get a certified copy of your individual certificate, even though it is a replace birth certificate this would still become the first certified duplicate. As a way to obtain a good original copy, an individual must turn inside a credit card applicatoin that includes your complete name, you parents full brands, which they assume that you possess them, the place of beginning as well as the purpose involving your search and you should also need the date of delivery. You must also send these people a copy of your own legal identification that which should end up being updated and present. For every state, presently there is a different fee structure to obtain a copy of your own birth certificate, usually the fee's are among $10-15 but, make sure you check out before you send out in your application requesting a copy. Several states offer an "heirloom birth certificate" but, those certificates are mostly for "petty uses", these people are not lawful documents that can easily be used to be able to prove your labor and birth or legitimacy, so make sure that you are not trying to get an heirloom birth certificate, make confident that you happen to be requesting a backup of your accredited birth certificate. As I mentioned, sometimes an individual can obtain this particular information from your own city, even so, it is certainly not necessary that they sustain all these records. In the event that you are used 75 or elderly, you will almost certainly find out that the is the only place you can obtain your records. This particular is due in order to the state's regulations on only maintaining files which might be coming from the early 1900? s and on. This is often a win-lose condition for the people older persons that live inside a rural region. Many times regional copies of records are actually ruined credited to floods, fire, and other sorts of natural disasters. A few have found that the only place to locate their own information due to be able to this reason is definitely in their individual family bible. Retain in mind that will these kind of family documents happen to be accepted owing to the lack of your official papers due to these kinds of types of unfortunate occurances. Many individuals are usually underneath the assumption of which replacement birth certificate can be gotten through the hospital exactly where they were born. This is simply not true. Awarded, hospital records may usually include your beginning records but private hospitals are not in order to issue replacements for you. There is simply no exception here. The particular issuing of the replacement must be carried out from the state document department that retains these birthing documents to the state you were born in. register a company uk is crucial to speak with your state record office about what to be able to do in the above situations where your records might have been ruined or you will be of an elderly age and these people are not needed to secure your records. Within order for an individual to get yourself an alternative birth certificate, there are several items you must have. Here are the primary things you will probably be asked to submit. one Your Full Birth Name. two. Your Date of Birth. 3. Location That you were Born 5. Your Parent's First and Last Labels. (usually including your current Mother's maiden brand. ) 5. You will need to be able to state that typically the replacement record is for you as a person cannot request a new replacement of somebody else's records. The only persons that can legally acquire your birth certificate are: -Your Spouse. -Your Parents. -Your Grandparents. -Your Cousons or Sisters. -Your Legal Guardian. Understand that official replacement birth certificate records could require you to give more information, but usually a note detailing what you need with the above data will suffice. An individual will also need to find out what the replacement fee is so that you can enclose that with your letter. Without the fee, you will not get your own replacement birth certificate.

#incorporation of company

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hey could explain how to write a script? I don't even know where to start. learn the abbreviations first? I've been writing in like a chat format and want to turn it into a script but I don't know how to do the format properly.

so, as is probably clear, I'm taking a screenwriting class. I definitely recommend that as an approach, but I understand that that makes a lot of assumptions about what's available to you. so I shall try and do a crash course

at its most basic, a script looks like this:

[ID: a screenshot of a script. the first line reads, in bold and all caps: "INT/EXT. LOCATION NAME. DAY/NIGHT". on either side of this line is the number eight. the second line is left-aligned and reads "action text goes here!" the third is indented, capitalised, and readings "CHARACTER NAME". the fourth says "dialogue"; it is indented, but not as far. the fifth, also left-aligned, says "more action!". finally, a sixth line says in all caps, right-aligned, "YOU MAY ALSO HAVE TRANSITIONS LIKE "FADE OUT"". /end ID]

this bold thing is a master scene heading. int/ext indicates whether your scene is inside or outside. then you name the location, and write what time of day it is. you don't have to specify every shot, just the scene in general. so for David and Mina, I don't indicate when the camera is on which person or whether it's zoomed out or close up, just what they're doing. the director generally figures out specific shots, though there are things you can do in the way you write action (big print) to guide the camera. you can use your words to indicate the effect of zooming in, or if you describe a character's hand in minute detail, then it's pretty clear you want a close up on that. that sort of thing.

you can also have secondary scene headings that might break up a scene, for example if you have multiple groups of characters interacting within a single location (I have... never used these lol). then there are special scene headings, which can be just a modified master heading. I write (FLASHBACK) after DAY/NIGHT for flashbacks, for example.

there are probably resources out there for how much to indent things. I know someone who sits next to me in class writes in a word doc (in Courier font) and indents everything the appropriate amount. I don't know the numbers, but Google might be able to tell you. I use a program called StudioBinder, which does the formatting for me. it does only give you one project on a free subscription, but I think you can have multiple documents in that project?

as for abbreviations... some important ones are OS (off screen, ie the character is physically in the scene but not in shot) and VO (voiceover, ie the character is physically somewhere else, speaking over the phone or in a recording or in an inner monologue type montage). don't fuss too much about transitions. the most important one is just to start with "FADE IN"

parentheticals are when you write the manner of speech under the character's name, almost like a dialogue tag, but a lot of the time it's better not to do this. most of your emotional punch will be in your big print (which you can absolutely put in the middle of a line of dialogue!), ie the characters' physical actions. and yes it's a script, so you can't always have huge amounts of inner monologue, but you can get away with some telling (eg "character A looks like they'd really rather not be here").

tbh a lot of this is really just convention. if you're looking to actually get a script made, then you need to fuss about this stuff. if not, you can be a bit more free with your formatting and just write it so it looks kind of like a script :)) have fun with it!

I hope this is helpful for what you're looking for! please do drop by with more questions if you have them ... and force me to revise my notes on formatting, which can't hurt. I also can maybe talk about writing techniques for screen, at least a little bit, although I'm hardly an authority.

#zoe answers asks #zoe writes screenplays

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i-want-all-the-cookies · 2 years

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"Hey Rob."

"H-hey Forrest."

I looked up in time to see Robie glancing worriedly my way, before he quickly averted his gaze, and looked back down as Forrest approached him.

"Did you guys get your shipment in yet?" Forrest asked as he looked at the items on the nearby shelf with detached indifference.

"Yeah, we did actually. The drinks you like are in the refrigerated section if you want to go check out our selection." Robie answered as he descended the step ladder so he could stand next to Forrest. Even though once he was at floor level, Robie had to crane his neck up to look at the redhead in the face.

I watched as Forrest smiled widely, and patted Robie's back with enough force to make Robie take a step forward to balance himself out. "That's fucking great man! I really love that stuff. Did you know that you guys are the only ones that stock that shit in this area?"

"Really? My mom actually likes that stuff too. So my dad always tries to keep it in stock for her. You know what they say happy wife, happy life, and al-" Robie cut himself off with a faked cough and looked down at the ground as he nervously scratched at the back of his head.

I caught myself cringing slightly at his statement. It was known by more than a slight few, that Forrest's mother had walked out of his and his father's life, when Forrest was just a child. And truth be told the only reason I even knew about this fact, was because teenage boys were unable to grasp the concept of what a whisper was supposed to be, and their conversations would carry over the aisles.

I spared a glance at Forrest. He stood next to Robie, an unreadable look on his face as he responded back in a flat tone, a very simple. "Sure."

He then patted Robie's back, once again sending him awkwardly forward, before Forrest began to stroll away towards our refrigerated section.

Robie's eyes followed Forrest until he made the turn at the end of the aisle, before quietly rushing over to the front register, where I was still standing. "Are you gonna be ok?" he whispered to me, worry clearly marking the features of his face.

I pinched my lips together for a second before I let out a defeated groan. "Yes. I'll be absolutely fine. I've already told you, I'm ok around Forrest. He hasn't.... Nothing's happened again since that first time."

Robie searched my face for any signs of a lie, before he let out a heavy sigh. "Ok, but I'll be just down this aisle if you need me."

I gave him a slight glare. "I said I'll be fiinne. So go!" I hissed out as I started shoving him away from the front counter.

He gave my face one last glance before he put his hands up in surrender and turned to walk back to his step ladder, still located next to the cereal. I shook my head at him, but deep down I couldn't blame him for his concern. Since my first interaction with Forrest had been rather rough.

It was during my first week on the job, while I was still in training and Robie was showing me the ropes of the place. Robie had just walked away for a brief moment as he helped another customer in the store, when Forrest had walked up to the register, his friends following close behind. They had set some random snacks on the counter, and Forrest motioned to the wall behind me and asked for a pack of cigarettes.

My eyes traveled to his face taking him in clearly. He looked extremely intimidating and there was no hesitation when he asked for the cigarettes, as well as no awkwardness in his body language. And even with his massive height I still couldn't tell if he was old enough to purchase cigarettes. And not wanting to make any assumptions I asked for his ID, as I was trained to do.

Forrest's eyes zoomed in on me, pining me where I stood, as his eyebrows slightly dipped in confusion. "The fuck are you talking about? Just get me the damn cigarettes already."

I was left at a loss for words and after a second I opened my mouth to speak again. "I'm sorry, I have to check your ID first. It's store policy." I tried to clarify, before Forrest leaned into the counter. The top half of his body coming alarmingly close to me.

"I said. Get. Me. Those. Damn. Cigarettes. Just do your job, and don't piss me off little girl." he warned.

"I-I'm sorry. I can't." I managed to stutter out as he loomed over me.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" he spat out, his voice growing louder with each syllable.

Not a second later Robie came rushing back to the front counter. "Hey Forrest. What's going on?" Robie asked nervously as he brushed his hair out of his flushed face.

Forrest pulled back and squared up his shoulders as his eyes moved over to Robie. "Shit Rob. The fuck are you guys doing with this store man. I know your folks were looking for more help since it's your last year in highschool, but really? Her? Shit. She doesn't even know what the fuck she's doing. Or is it that you guys are deciding to change up the process here?"

"No! It's not that." Robie quickly corrected. "It's actually my fault really, since I hadn't had a chance to mention Hyeongshin to her yet."

Forrest let out a throaty chuckle as he looked at me, making me instinctively take a step back. "Really now. Well... granted she's not too bad to look at." Forrest paused as he scratched at his chin and continued to stare at me. "But she really can't seem to comprehend simple instructions at all. Your old man must be going a bit senile to have hired her, am I right."

I felt my face heat up in both embarrassment and rising anger, as Robie let out a forced chuckle. "Aww come on now Forrest. Don't be like that. Jaz is actually a pretty quick learner." Robie tried to state in my defense.

"Ja... what?" Forrest began to state with raised eyebrows, as he turned and looked at the name tag pinned onto my apron. He suddenly reached out and angled it in his hand as his eyes narrowed in on it. "Jaz! The fuck kind of shit name is that?" he bellowed out with laughter.

By now I was seething. This guy had practically insulted me in every which way he could. I clenched my fist as I tried to contain my anger, before falling short, and smacking his hand away. "I don't have a shit name! It's short for Jazmine!" I exclaimed loudly as I met his eyes with a heated glare of my own.

Forrest looked down at his hand that was left hanging in the air, before he pulled it back slowly and stuck it in his pocket. "I don't know Rob. This is all actually kinda insulting. Maybe I should have a talk with your pops about the crappy service his store is starting to provide. Maybe he needs to be reminded of all the benefits this place gets from being under the Union's care. Specifically under Hyeongshin's watch."

Robie's face paled as he started stumbling for words. While another set of emotions quickly started surfacing, replacing the anger that I had been feeling. And that was complete panic and fear. I NEEDED this job. It wasn't an option of just wanting some extra pocket change or having spare time on my hands. This job was something I was literally in desperate need of. And I knew enough to realize that even one complaint, let alone one hiding such a thinly veiled threat, could easily get me fired if it reached Mr. Kim's ears. So I swallowed the hard lump in my throat and pushed my anger and pride deep down inside, as I bowed my head, my long black hair pooling on the counter. "I'm sorry! Please forgive my indiscretion. It won't happen again.... I'm sorry.... So please. Forgive that I didn't know."

There was a deafening silence that followed, as my eyes stayed locked on the counter and my head stayed bowed. When suddenly I heard a loud, sharp, clap of a hand while Forrest laughed out loudly. "Now this is the service I expected! Not any of that other bullshit!" he bellowed out between laughs. "Now... Being a good girl really isn't that hard, right?" he asked tauntingly as he patted the back of my bowed head. Making it feel more like the way one would pat a dog and not an actual person. The heavy weight of his hand making my head dip further down, with each pat given.

After he was done, he cleared his throat and spoke again. "Now, like I asked earlier. Get me a box of cigarettes will you darling." he requested mockingly, while I heard his friends snickering loudly in the background.

I started to slowly lift my head, as I heard Robie immediately speak up to try and intercept on my behalf. "It's ok Forrest. I can get those for you."

"NO!" Forrest called out abruptly, making everyone freeze on the spot. "I want her to get them for me. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

I finished lifting my head only to find Forrest smiling at me, a slight twinkle in his eye, as he waited for my response.

I grit my teeth down as I parted my lips and forced a smile in return. "Of course. That would be no problem at all." I answered turning around to reach for the red pack of cigarettes on the wall.

I steadied my hands as I rung up the pack, along with the rest of the items, and I gave him his total. He reached into his wallet laid the money on the counter, and when I handed him his change he still had the same condescending smirk on his face.

"Thanks Jaz." he responded with a wink, as he lifted up his bag and walked out.

His friends following behind him as they also called out a 'Thanks Jaz' between chuckles and sneers, each prolonging my name as they spoke it.

As soon as the door closed behind them Robie let out a huge sigh, and then proceeded to apologize and try to explain the situation to me. Something about a Union of delinquents, with Forrest being the new school head of Hyeongshin High. Along with other heads from some other highschools in the area. As well as mentioning something about a Battle of the Underpass, and how Hyeongshin won the rights to come onto this side of the underpass, or maybe they lost and had to stay on this side of the underpass? Either way it explained why I would see a vast majority of Hyeongshin students around the store.

And in the end I wasn't fired, since Forrest never spoke to Mr. Kim about me. But ever since that first day if Robie and I were working, and Forrest happened to come in, Robie would always try to help him in my stead. Maybe it was from some sense of misplaced guilt, or perhaps it was the older brother in him that would want to protect someone that was his junior.

Whatever the case I always had to assure Robie that I was ok. Since technically it wasn't a lie. As much as I detested seeing Forrest, we had yet to bump heads again. And we had even come to some kind of unspoken amicable truce. Where I no longer had to force a smile when he was around, and he stopped mocking my name in return.

It was all completely tolerable now, except maybe for that smile of his. The same condescending smirk that would always appear on his face when he was around me.

I'm sure he'll do it again today, I thought to myself as I watched him turn a corner, and start walking down the aisle towards the register, with multiple drinks in hand. His eyes moving up to meet with mine, and the corners of his lips automatically lifting into that smile.

"Hi Jaz, will you also get me a pack of cigarettes?" he asked. His smile getting bigger as I glanced down towards his mouth. I frowned a little and gave him a small nod before I turned away to grab the red box off the shelf.

#Forrest being a total Karen #And he's only nice to his friends #If you're not in his circle then you're sol #Weak Hero #Forrest Lee #The Regulars #chapter 2 #Webtoons

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twisted-tales-of-all · 2 years

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Jumping Universes

Chapter Three

The third chapter of the story uses 1.6k words to describe the trio finding the fourth member. It contains discussion of and actions involving death (via car-pedestrian accident) as well as verbal arguments. Remember, this tale has a repeated theme of death (including suicide) and reincarnation of sorts, as well as themes of the multiverse.

“ I’m not joining your cult. “

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Waking up alone in different unknown houses, they all recognize the pattern and hope to meet another person in this world to join their strange journey in figuring everything out. Sage quickly creates a group chat between the three of them to discuss how to find the next member. Wooyoung announces that he has an idea to use if they can't think of a better solution.

After half an hour of thinking without much success, Wooyoung circles back with a text asking the girls whether they want to hear his risky idea. Swiftly, they agree, tired of their failed efforts. With a simple three-word message, he reveals the plan: "Let's call them."

Initially confused, they hear him out. Without knowing the mechanics of the phones, they risk calling someone entirely random, but they don't have another option. Sage assigns the seven unknown numbers to the group at random, offering to take three to make up for the uneven distribution. Calling the first number, she learns that nobody owns the caller ID. She tells Chantel and Wooyoung, operating under the assumption that only one number will work in this world, leading to the next addition of the crew.

They quickly eliminate four dead numbers. Like clockwork, Chantel calls the second of her assigned numbers without thinking. When it rings, she momentarily panics, wondering what to say to the person on the other end.

"Hey, babe. What's up?" The cheery voice answers, leaving Chantel to improvise.

"Are you busy? I'm bored and want company. I'm calling a couple other friends, too."

The person on the other end chuckles, "Aw, you lonely again? I'm busy for a bit longer but can head over once I'm done. How's that sound?"

"Perfect! I'll see you then!" Joyful to gain some extra time, Chantel excitedly responds before ending the call to inform the others.

After texting in the group chat about the update, she sends them her location so they can come over as soon as possible. When Wooyoung asks if she found out anything about the boy, she explains how she links with him in this world. After replaying his introduction in her mind, she knows she must be close to this unknown character. Sage jokes that Chantel probably has her ideal partner in this universe, only to be forced to leave shortly after. After Wooyoung scolds her, they both begin their separate paths to Chantel's house.

Wooyoung arrives first. Chantel thanks him for getting to her quickly, as she wouldn't know what to do if the stranger came first. Wooyoung laughs at her overactive imagination as she tells him her worries and makes herself cringe at the imaginary scenarios. As she finishes pouring Wooyoung a drink, her doorbell rings. She opens the door to find a tall boy with dark hair and an abundantly-cheery energy about him.

"Hey, babe. I know I'm cute, but don't just stare." As he walks in, he pulls Chantel in for a tight hug and kisses the top of her head.

Wooyoung chokes on his drink as he watches, but he manages to hide it from the couple. When the boy lets go of Chantel, he notices Wooyoung sitting in the living room, so he walks over to introduce himself. Chantel takes the chance to mentally process what just happened. Clearly, this man is her partner in this universe, and he just embraced her in front of Wooyoung - who was her ex in her original universe, but not in his. The processing leaves her with a headache, but Sage arrives just in time to distract her.

"Hey, Sage. Everyone's here now. I guess he really is my partner." Chantel welcomes Sage without an explanation for her comment.

Seeing her walk in, Wooyoung waves at Sage. As she waves back, the other man turns around. Sage freezes for a second as she recognizes yet another member of the same boyband she pointed out that Wooyoung from her timeline is in. However, she catches herself quickly.

"You must be Mingi! Chantel speaks so sweetly of you so often. My name's Sage. Nice to finally meet you." Sage introduces herself first to slyly let the others know that she recognizes him.

They chat over drinks about mostly mundane topics until Mingi mentions that the scientists at his workplace seemingly found proof of the multiverse. He chuckles at the idea, fully believing that it doesn't exist in the fashion people currently believe. However, he quickly notices the overwhelming silence in the room.

"Oh, come on. Do you guys actually think it exists? How would we even be able to find proof of something like that? How would it work?"

The traveling trio exchange looks of concern before ultimately determining that they need to tell him sooner rather than later. Sage begins explaining how she knows Mingi and why Chantel froze at his advances, but Mingi just laughs at the idea.

"You literally introduced yourself by saying that Chantel told you all about me. Why would you pretend to know an "alternate version" of me?" He puts air quotes on the phrase to emphasize his skepticism.

"Well, I couldn't just tell you I know you from another universe right off the bat, now, can I? And introducing myself by saying I know you tells these two I recognize you, even if it's not the full truth of how." Sage snaps back sassily, angry with Mingi's attitude towards the situation.

Seeing the situation quickly escalating, Wooyoung attempts to calm Sage. As he doesn't know how she is when heated, he doesn't want to risk letting her blow up on the person they're supposed to work with. However, as he works to calm one person, the other becomes angrier. Mingi abruptly stands up, claims that his girlfriend must've joined a cult, and storms out of the house, leaving the door swung open. After quickly looking to Wooyoung for assurance, Chantel runs out after her supposed boyfriend in an attempt to calm him down and return.

As she catches up to him and grabs his shirt, he sighs deeply and presses both hands to her shoulders. He looks her up and down twice with concern before asking about her sanity. She pulls away, insulted, and insists that she's perfectly sane. Adding that Sage told the truth about the situation, she asks him to sit somewhere to discuss calmly. Hesitantly, he agrees, so they walk to the nearby park and choose a bench to sit at to talk.

"So, what do you mean Sage told the truth? Does that mean you don't know me?" Mingi asks, trying to see the situation from his girlfriend's point of view.

"That's right. I'm sorry. I'm sure there was a very loving relationship going on, but I barely woke up here, so I'm not the person that relationship was with. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask any questions you think of that might help prove or disprove it."

He proceeds to ask a few questions about their relationship, including their anniversary and the length of time they've been together, where Chantel only takes guesses at the answers. Although she guesses the relationship length properly, Mingi can see how genuine she's being in the situation, so he stops asking questions fairly quickly. Not knowing how to ask about the switch, the poor confused boy grows silent.

"So, if you're done asking questions, I can try to describe the complicated situation. If you're still taking time to process the concept, just let me know."

Met with a soft nod, they embrace the silence together for a bit longer. Sometimes, Mingi mutters part of his thought process aloud, but Chantel allows him to think everything through without interruption. She waits until he explicitly looks over at her and asks whether he figured it out properly.

"So, here's what I think I've understood. You and the two others at your house are from different timelines or worlds or however we can describe it. You all thought you died, only to wake up in a different life. Somehow, you found out that I'm supposed to join the chaos. That's why you invited me over, right? So, you're telling me that I have to die and then I'll experience the same thing?" Mingi explains, pausing after each sentence for a quick confirmation cue from the girl next to him.

After he finishes his assumptions, Chantel adds, "Yes, most of what you've said is correct. We found out you're like us by the call we made to you. See, we called every number saved in our phones that showed up after we died, and yours is the only functioning number in this world. And to answer that final question - as far as we can tell, that's the only way to initiate anything. So, yes, sadly, you'll have to face death just as we all have and will again."

Hunched over with his head in his hands, he tries to comprehend what she told him, but he can't. Suddenly, he stands and puffs in frustration. Muttering under his breath, he storms off. Chantel quickly chases after him, calling out to him in hopes of calming him again. This time, however, he ignores her and keeps mindlessly pushing forward, even when she grabs his arm and screams about the danger in his path.

Simply shaking her off, he walks into a busy street. This time, Chantel changes her tactics, pushing him forward to clear the street quickly. Luck doesn't favor them as a speeding car hits them both head-on about halfway through the traffic.

As emergency paramedics rush them to the hospital, one of them uses Chantel's phone to call Sage, the only favorited contact. She answers, accepting the shocking news fairly well. Despite the paramedic exclaiming that they'll continue trying to resuscitate them, Chantel accepts the truth instantly. She thanks the paramedic before hanging up and turning to Wooyoung.

"They jumped."

#kpoparchives #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop series #kpop fanfic #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez series #ateez fanfic #ateez ot8 #jumping universes

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world building cause twn doesn't pt. 2: nilfgaard!

pt. 1 on the northern realms here

okay i'm making this because 1 witcher netflix is the most convoluted and confusing thing i've ever seen and does literally no world building and 2 special interest make autism brain go brr.

about this series

this is gonna be a multi part series about the witcher universe but this is all about nilfgaard!

ciri's timeline in twn encompasses the entirety of the first northern war, beginning with the attack on cintra and ending with the battle at sodden

the show ended in 1264 when we saw geralt meet ciri

this is just covering the human portions of nilfgaard. i'll talk about elven allied groups like the scoiatael later.

colour code cause i fucking love colour codes - already happened/introduced, probably s2, important background info, stuff that might be in the prequel, extras

background

the witcher takes place on the continent, which is mainly divided between south and north

the north is a collection of many kingdoms while the south is basically just nilfgaard and its many territories, dependencies, provences, and vassal states.

some of these conquered areas include toussaint, vicovaro, nazair, and mettina

nilfgaard loves invading the north. a lot. like this is the driving force of most of the plot in the witcher.

basic info

nilfgaard an insanely powerful absolutist monarchy, ruled by an emperor who has a huge collection of talented mages, spies, commanders, and advisors

as of ciri's timeline in twn, the emperor is emhyr var emreis, or, to those on more intimate terms with him: the white flame dancing on the graves of his foes

[ID: middle aged white man with slicked back shoulder length greying black hair. he is wearing a black dress with a red and black embroidered shirt underneath. he is wearing a gold medallion around his neck, has black leather boots, and is holding a silver goblet. end ID]

emhyr is crazy important, both as a character and to the politics of the witcher. he's also a member of the house of emreis, which i'll go into detail on in a bit.

he is also a major walking spoiler, so i won't talk about him in the context of twn or the books

nilfgaard is divided between the "heart" of the empire, also known as lower alba or simply nilfgaard, and the conquered territories, dependencies, provinces, etc

for all of nilfgaard's imperialism, it does allow these areas to retain a lot of their original cultural identity, to the point where someone from vicovaro would not really consider themself nilfgaardian

this works out because nilfgaard would not consider a vicovarian nilfgaardian either

lower alba

lower alba is the home of "real" nilfgaardians, and is also where the capital city is located

theres a bit of racism and racial purity here: lower albans consider themselves superior to the rest of humans due to their elven ancestry

this elven ancestry is also why nilfgaard is far more sympathetic to nonhumans than the north and uses a language similar to hen llinge (elder speech)

there are a LOT of notable albans, so i'll just keep it to the important ones and my favourites: carthia van canten aka cantarella, morvran voorhis, stefan skellen, the house of emreis, and vattier de rideaux

the capital, known as the city of golden towers or simply nilfgaard, is home to the imperial palace, where the emperor spends most of his time

i say most because there is also a summer residence at loc grim palace

now that we know the basics of the core empire, let's visit the other territories!

toussaint

the duchy of toussaint is one of the most important nilfgaardian states, and definitely the most beautiful. it's main economy is in wine

toussaint actually has no secret service or military, something quite rare on the continent. it does however, have a large system of knights errant that love chivalry

the capital is beauclaire, which is where the duke/duchess live

as of twn, its ruler is the duchess anna henrietta. i'll let you all make your own assumptions about the lovely annarietta

also for some reason in toussaint, people have 2 names that are smushed together. so anna henrietta becomes annarietta, sylvia anna becomes syanna, carolina roberta becomes caroberta etc

annarietta is also distantly related to emhyr, her great grandfather is the half brother of emhyr's father

the most notable toussaintois are the mages fringilla and artorius vigo

here's fringilla in twn. [ID: young black woman in a long sleeve grey-blue cloak. her hair is pulled back and she is looking slightly up and to the right with a blank expression. end ID]

vicovaro

"THERE ONCE WAS A MAID FROM VICOVARO..."

okay vicovaro is vassal state near the southernmost part of the empire, but we know it more for the people from it than what it actually is

there is an actual ruler, but the state is largely controlled by two key houses: the var anahid family and the dyffryn family

the capital is vicovaro, but the houses have their own land. we don't really hear about the var anahids, but the dyffyn house controls dyffra

notable vicovarians include assire var anahid and cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach. cahir in twn is right there.

[ID: young white man in black armour. he has an angular face and brown slicked back hair. he is scowling]

mettina

okay mettina is a bit confusing since it is the shared name for three different places. the first is the administrative unit mettina, which includes the provence mettina (2) and the provence maecht. in the provence there is also the capital city mettina (3).

tor lara aka the tower of the swallow is in mettina, and not much else tbh

maecht was the home of duny (that little man) for an unspecified number of years

[ID: young white man with dark curly hair. his face is dirty and sweaty and he is frowning slightly]

"wait! i thought duny was the urcheon of erlenwald, and that's in cintra!" don't... don't think too hard about duny. he lived in mettina for a while and took a trip to cintra where he met pavetta.

ebbing

for all intents and purposes, ebbing is an autonomous state, although nilfgaardians do have a hand on the wheel

includes salm, a technically sovereign provence, but is de facto dependent on ebbing

ebbing is most notably home to stygga castle, the one time fortress for the school of the cat, and bounty hunter leo bonhart

also, roegner of ebbing, pavetta's father, is from here

nazair

nazair is kinda the least important of the more important nilfgaardian dependencies

it was independent for a while but was conquered by cintra under queen calanthe and then nilfgaard under emperor emhyr

its main industries are cinnabrite and silver, both luxury goods

the only mildly important nazairi is becca of nazair, ciri's 6 times great grandmother

other minor areas

alba, toussaint, ebbing, and vicovaro are really the only important nilfgaardian areas, although mettina and nazair are mentioned quite a bit. borders change a lot, especially with an imperialist power, but this is the general list of nilfgaardian areas as of the first northern war

regions - daerlan (notable for military), eiddon (owned and ruled by alban spy vattier de rideaux), liddertall, magne, rowan, ruach, slopes (home to haern caduch, the bear school fortress), tarnhann, winneburg, and ymlac

provences - angren provence (contains dol angra, a profitable trade route), cintra (1264-1268), etolia, gemmera, geso, mag turga, mettina (contains kingdoms mettina and maecht), and nazair

vassals - cintra (after 1268), ebbing, toussaint, and vicovaro

tl;dr: the most important part of nilfgaard is lower alba, which is surrounded by many dependencies including toussaint, vicovaro, nazair, and mettina.

thank you for reading! i'm definitely gonna make more parts and will link them here when i do!

#the witcher #twn #wild hunt #the witcher netflix #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #tw3 #geralt x jaskier #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #witcher #geraskefer #geralt x jaskier x yennefer #mine #gen tag #lore tag #haven't got a fucking queue

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spicymayo1983 · 3 years

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Hiya. Happy late May the 4th. Today I decided to branch out and do a Mandalorian X reader smut story.

The child has been captured by the fallen empire. You are Moff Gideon's beautiful, intelligent but extremely evil daughter. Din Djarin has captured you and is holding you prisoner aboard his ship.

Will your seductive powers work? Or are you just wasting your time and energy? Or will the tables be turned on you?

Are you really as hard hearted and loyal to your father and the empire as you think?

This one is short and simple. Lol.

Warnings, language, smut, not for anyone under 18. Force related violence. In my story Mando is absolutely ripped but dad bods are sexy too!

Daughter of darkness

Someone close has betrayed you. And you are spitting mad. You have been captured on your home planet of Nevarro. By a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian. You are locked in a small cell aboard his ship, the razorcrest.

You are an asset of the now fallen empire. Your father, Moff Gideon, realizes this too and gives you credit for a lot of his success.

But now you are a prisoner. Aboard a primitive little ship. The child, the most wanted asset in the galaxy has been captured by your father. The Mandalorian captured you in hopes that you will give up the location of the child, HIS child. Despite the fact that you hate your captor with every fiber of your being you can't help but feel a slight twinge of physical attraction whenever he barks at you in his deep, smokey voice.

You can't help but wonder who is under the helmet?

His sensual, bedroom bedroom voice certainly has you sucked in. You decide to attempt to gain your freedom the fun way. Using your legendary powers of seduction.

You hate him, yes. But you have a hunch that your captor might be hot.

You have somehow managed to fall asleep in your tiny, uncomfortable cell. Your hands and legs are bound by shackles.

You are jolted awake by the sound of a heavy door slamming. You peer into the doorway and see the shiny, Beskar clad form of your captor.

Din opens your cell and forcefully sits you upright.

"Where is your father? Where has he taken the child?" Din demands loudly.

"I have no idea who or what you're talking about". You coo seductively, you are lieing of course. "You've got the wrong woman".

"Your ID says otherwise, y/n". Din shouts back, throwing your galactic ID right at you. "Give me their location and I won't hurt you".

You can feel the rage boiling in your blood from his words. You use the force to slam Din against the wall.

He quickly regains his balance and points his blaster right at you.

"I'll kill you right now". Din shouts.

"Go ahead". You taunt. "If I die then you die".

"I want to see your face". You demand, your voice lowering to a sexy purr. "Maybe we can make this fun".

Din is desperate to get his child back. He leans down to your eye level and much to your surprise he removes the helmet.

You are correct in your assumptions. Your captor is indeed attractive. You smile a little as you gaze into his deep brown eyes and touch his messy brown hair. His full lips are aching for you to kiss or touch them.

For a moment you are rendered speechless. As you bite your bottom lip a little you whisper,

"Pleasure me and let me pleasure you and I just might have some information".

"You've got a deal". Din replies, his voice smoldering with a combination of rage and lust.

The two of you share an angry, passionate kiss. Din frees you from your shackles. Once inside his bedchamber Din strips out of his armor, revealing an exquisite, muscular body and a thick, uncut cock.

He fumbles with your dark robe. Once you are nude Din runs his large, strong hands all over your body, making you moan in anticipation.

You sigh deeply as he slides two fingers inside of your warm, wet, silken folds.

You are silently begging Din to fuck you. He picks up on your silent cues and slides his thick cock inside of you.

Which you are able to take easily because you are so wet.

You dig your nails into his muscular back as Din thrusts in and out slowly, pulling his full length out and then shoving it back inside.

You scream from delight as you tighten yourself up around him, your resulting climax almost causing you to cry.

Din kisses you passionately again as he nears his own completion. When he does cum it you can feel his cock spasm and fill you up with his thick, hot juices.

The sex was hot, fast and hungry.

You collapse into his strong arms and affectionately nuzzle his neck and tenderly kiss the little bald spots on his beard. You climb back on top of him and eagerly grind yourself against his now soft cock.

This beautiful specimen of a man has left you weak, physically and mentally.

You aren't in your right frame of mind due to the cocktail of cuddly hormones surging through your brain.

"What do you want to know?" You blurt out, nuzzling him and gazing into his brown eyes.

The end

#the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian smut #star wars smut #mandalorian x you

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eldrai · 3 years

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Skeleton Crew

Whumptober 2021 - Day 4 - Prompt: Taken Hostage

masterpost / read on ao3

Character: Garcia

Warnings: guns, mentions/references to gun violence, brief description of a dead body, canon-typical references to murder. This is a heavy one.

Words: 4.3k

Summary: A late night in the office, the team in California and an unwelcome visitor.

Penelope checks the weather forecast again and is intensely jealous of the team right now – the sun in California must be nice. Certainly better than the miserable downpours lingering over D.C.

Then again, sunshine is considerably tainted by child homicide cases, so it’s a lot less pleasant than a holiday. And the time difference is a little irritating, too—she keeps blinking and time slips by just like that. Two o’clock in the morning last time she’d checked, and for them it was only late evening.

With her search algorithms booted up and running, she has little to do except wait for it to send her hits. Her screens fade into her screensaver, bubbles bouncing off each other. Maybe she should change it up a bit. The default is sort of boring, now that she thinks about it.

The door squeaks. She scoots back in her chair and spins it around.

“Kev—”

Penelope trails off.

The man standing in the doorway is a sturdy build. He stands tall as if he’s used to it and his jaw is set, mouth pressed into a thin line. She swallows. Deep brown hair cropped short, dark eyes she finds herself compelled to look into and away from, his face registers as neither familiar or threatening. There is no ID badge pinned to his shirt. No visitors’ lanyard around his neck.

He does, however, have a rifle resting across his chest.

Her mouth goes dry. His easy confidence takes on a darker edge, and she has to tear her eyes from the gun to examine his face. Memorise every unique identifier just in case—

Well.

Just in case.

“Where are they?” the man demands. She’s taken aback at how young he sounds, how unsteady it is against the rest of his posturing.

“Where are who?” Penelope asks. She inches slowly towards her phone, sat carelessly on the edge of her desk, and wipes her hands’ clamminess away on her skirt.

“Behavioural Analysis Unit,” the man says. “Says they’re here.”

There is no air in her lungs and her insides are water, heavy and twisting. “The… the unit is here, but they’re away right now.”

Whether this will enrage the man or please him – his lined forehead gives her the impression it’ll be the former – she doesn’t care. Nobody smuggles a gun like that into FBI headquarters for a friendly chat.

“I don’t believe you,” he says. “Show me.”

“…show you what?”

His knuckles blanche as his grip on the gun tightens. “Where they are! Where they’re supposed to be, I don’t – you’re lying.”

Penelope shakes her head. She can’t leave. Her phone and her computer and her everything is in this room. The team are hundreds of miles away and the bureau runs on a skeleton crew at this time of night. She knows it’s irrational – she has as much chance talking him down here as in another room – but she can’t help it.

Stall, she thinks frantically. Buy time. Buy time for… for something, she’ll come up with something. Co-operate but don’t let him take her to a secondary location (does that count if it’s in the same building? She hadn’t asked. It hadn’t occurred to her.)

“I’m not,” she promises. “I’ll show you the office, I just… well, I don’t know your name?”

The man’s face hardens. “My name.”

“If you’re waiting for the team, we’re gonna be here a while,” Penelope jokes. Her voice sounds hollow. “I didn’t mean anything, I – I – normally I don’t get many people down here, so it’s nice.”

“Just show me where they work.”

Her hand clasps around her phone but his sharp gaze catches the movement and he shifts, lifting the barrel of the gun slightly. “And leave that here.”

She does. Moving slowly, waiting for his permission – or lack of objection, seeing as he’s not much of a talker – she stands and walks out of the room with him on her heels. The artificial fluorescents and unappealing beige strike her as unfriendly. Cold. This is not somewhere she belongs.

Her body isn’t hers. She isn’t herself.

“Okay, so this isn’t going to go well for you,” Penelope says, “but just so you know, it’s really really not gonna go down well with the rest—”

Metal cracks against her skull and white-hot pain saps her vision. She stumbles forwards, slumps along the wall to keep balance. She tastes the blood before she feels it: her lip is split where she’d bitten down with the momentum.

Her eyes sting with tears as he marches her onwards with the gun brushing the sore spot.

Penelope hardly expects there to be anyone around. That doesn’t mean she’s not awfully frightened when they reach the unit without having encountered so much as a janitor. Her heart races in her chest like it’s competing with her rapid, shallow breaths.

It’s so much different when everyone is away. In the day it gives her pause, to see the bullpen so still and quiet, but at night it’s downright eerie.

The man directs her to sit at a desk. He sweeps the phone off the desk and yanks the plug out by the cord.

“Stay there, and be quiet,” he barks.

The man prowls around the bullpen, pulling out drawers and rifling through papers left on the desks, glancing at name plates. He isn’t looking for anything specifically – she doesn’t think – but it makes her nervous just the same. She wishes he was. Then he’d leave.

His hand is never far from the trigger.

When he turns his attention back to her (and she curses herself for not looking, not finding some way to contact someone and let them know about the man, a gunman, here, breaking every assumption of safety she’s ever made) he moves jerkily. Almost twitchy. His eyes don’t settle.

“Call them,” he orders.

Penelope blinks. “I don’t have my phone.”

He reaches into a pocket in his cargos and tosses a cheap cell on the desk. She reaches for it as if it’s a bomb, handles it tentatively, glancing up at him intermittently. It strikes her as a risk, to give a hostage a phone, and some painful part of her points out he must be pretty desperate.

(She doesn’t want to have sympathy for him. She doesn’t. But…)

(She doesn’t even know his name and he’s threatened her life.)

Her fingers hover over the 9 for a touch too long and he lifts the gun. Penelope moves on. Though her mind has gone blank her muscle memory kicks in and she keys in Hotch’s phone number. She’d call Morgan but if they aren’t all together, it’s… probably better to let him know about the situation.

The man. The angry man. The angry man with a large gun. That situation.

Angry. And, she thinks as she hits call, afraid.

It rings.

Rings.

What if he doesn’t answer? What’s the man going to do? What does he even want? A stone settles in her stomach and she finds herself longing for the boredom not half an hour ago. Grey skies and thunderstorms.

The man shifts. His shoulders are pulled back into a firm line and – how’s he going to react? This is going to make him more stressed, which is going to make him more vulnerable, which is going to make him more danger—

“Who is this?”

Oh thank god. Thank god.

The man puts a finger to his lips and slices his hand across his throat. Penelope nods. She sets the phone on the table and wrings her hands.

“I thought she was lying,” the man says. “The phone makes it harder but it’s… it’s okay.”

“Who are you?” Hotch asks. “What do you mean?”

The man runs a hand through his hair as he paces. “My brother didn’t do what you all said. You said he killed them and he didn’t. You’re wrong.”

“I don’t know who you are,” Hotch says, “and I don’t know who your brother is. How did you get this number?”

The man jerks his head at her. Penelope swallows. Her throat itches like sandpaper. “…Um, hi sir.”

“Garcia? What’s going on?”

“That’s how,” the man says. “That’s why you’re going to listen to me.”

Her blood runs ice cold. Agitated, the man begins to pace.

“It must be important,” Hotch says, “whatever it is you want to say, if you’ve gone to these lengths.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking important,” the man barks. “I told you. He didn’t do it. Jamie’s not like that.”

“Jamie’s your brother.”

“Don’t!” he snaps. Penelope flinches. “James, call him James, don’t—”

“James,” Hotch corrects. The line crackles with static as the phone rustles against something. It clicks. “What did James not do?”

A harsh laugh. “You put him in jail for life and… and, what, you don’t remember? Ruin enough lives that you don’t care?”

“I wouldn’t want to think of the wrong James. I remember, but James is a common name. I’m listening.”

“He’d never do that,” the man says. “That’s what everyone said. It’s true. Jamie doesn’t kill people.”

“I think my colleagues can remember James better than I do,” Hotch says carefully. “They’ll listen too. Can they talk to you as well?”

“I don’t care!”

She has the sudden thought that if she stays still enough, the man might forget she exists. That she might not exist. Just stay outside her body like this, terrified and numb and freezing and hot all at the same time.

“I need James’ surname.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course you do,” he sneers. “And then you know who I am and then everyone’s making up shit about me too.”

“So you’re presumably holding an FBI agent hostage,” Rossi interjects, “and you’re worried about your privacy now?”

A pinprick of pain at the tip of her finger. She’s bitten at the skin around her nails, hadn’t realised she was doing it.

“No, I’m worried about getting arrested for things I never did. Like James. You’d – you’d want people to stop saying things if it was you.”

“Not really,” Rossi says. “What they say about me is true. So what is it you want, you or James?”

“He’s innocent,” the man says. “I want him out of prison.”

“Wrong people. You’d want the department of justice for—”

“Shut up! Shut up! You’re not listening!”

Pallid face reddening with rage, he stalks around the table and in one swift motion yanks her hair to force her head back. She cries out in pain.

“I don’t know who you are and I don’t really care but you have to listen,” he says. “Didn’t you hear me? Didn’t the other one tell you? I’ve got Garcia, right here.”

“Sir,” Penelope says. “Please. He’s got a gun. Just listen. I just want to get home.”

“See?” the man says. He loosens his grip. “You listen or she gets hurt.”

“We understand,” Hotch says. She wonders where Morgan and Reid and Prentiss are, hopes it’s the same room. “But without a name, we can’t help James and even if we could, it’s a much longer process to release him. We don’t have a say about that.”

“Bureaucracy and all that,” Rossi says.

“James Horwat,” the man says. “Ring any bells?”

It is a quiet but distinctive noise, the way he clears his throat. “Actually, yes.”

Reid. Of course he’d remember.

She loves him to death but she really, really hopes he doesn’t put his foot in his mouth this time. Not with the gun still levelled at her.

“You do?” The man’s voice lifts.

“He was twenty-three,” Reid says. “You… so you must have been Isaac.”

Isaac. It’s strange to have a name to his face. Strange to think about his parents, about him, the decisions which must’ve gone into picking a name. All the choices that led him here tonight.

“Yeah,” the man says, “yeah, you do remember. But James didn’t do it.”

“We found the evidence in his car,” Reid says. “We didn’t find anything to contradict it, where… where should we have looked?”

Penelope doesn’t take her eyes off the gun as the man – Isaac – takes a frustrated walk around the desk before he brings himself to answer. “I don’t know. That’s your job. James never hurt them and now he’s in prison.”

“We must have gone wrong somewhere,” Hotch says. “If there’s an innocent man serving time. I think you must have some idea what happened.”

“Everyone wanted it to be Jamie,” the man says. “It was easy. To get rid of him. They just said he did it.”

“Why did they want to get rid of James?” Reid asks.

“He wasn’t right,” the man says. “In the head. He wasn’t – it wasn’t his fault that he was like that. But he never killed them. Nobody ever listened. I had to come here. That’s why. Nobody would listen.”

“I know,” Reid says. “I’m sorry. And I think, I think you might know, I think you know this isn’t a good way to do it.”

Penelope freezes.

“It’s not right,” the man says, “what they did to Jamie. I’m not gonna let you try and tell me it is. I know how it goes.”

“It isn’t,” Reid says. “It’s not right. And I want to talk to you so we can help James but I can’t do that while you’re with Garcia.”

The man glares at her, and ice runs down her spine. Reid’s voice hurts—she wants to be there, with them. Wants them here. Anything but to be alone with this man right now.

“You’re doing it now,” the man says. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, restless. “She isn’t going anywhere until you help him. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Don’t make me.”

“So you’re… you’re there with Garcia,” Reid says. “How did you manage that? I know you don’t want to hurt her but is there—”

“It doesn’t matter!”

She flinches. His voice cuts through the silence and lingers long after he stops talking.

“Let us talk to her,” Rossi says.

Isaac takes in a long breathe and his hands settle on the rifle. His throat bobs as he swallows. She doesn’t dare look up at him. “Tell them.”

“He…” Penelope studies his face – in a word, nondescript. No details which stand out. DNA is good but she’s not getting close enough to get his hair or his skin. She doesn’t like to think why those are so valuable.

She’s going to be fine.

“…he isn’t lying. It’s okay. I’m fine, I… well, it’s kinda cold up here, do you guys always keep the office so freezing?” Penelope says. She just hopes they know what she means. Not that they’d be the ones getting her out of here, not from California, but… knowledge is power, right?

(It has to be. It’s all she has left.)

“But yeah, I’m… it’s okay. He hasn’t hurt anyone, we didn’t even run into someone.”

Her chest aches and her voice is fragile. She pokes her tongue at her split lip, where the bleeding has started up again, hates the metallic taste. Fear. There’s something wet on the back of her neck—she cringes at the tacky feeling of dried blood.

“I’m not leaving,” Isaac insists. “I know they’re gonna arrest me. I don’t care how long for. This is for Jamie.”

“It doesn’t have to be a long time.” Hotch again, calm and flat. Like this is just any other conversation. “You haven’t hurt anyone and you don’t want to, and you’re just trying to help your brother.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“You’ve got one now,” he says. “Just let Garcia go, and everyone will understand.”

Isaac’s face twists into something pained, and Penelope sinks down in her seat. She’s not sure whether he’ll swing into anger or sadness and not sure how he’d react to either.

“I can’t,” he insists. “I can’t, nobody is listening! I can’t.”

“This is your best way out,” Rossi says. “Take it.”

His eyes are wet. “Do you know what they said? They found ‘em with – they thought he’d hurt them. He wouldn’t. Not like that.”

“Not like what, Isaac?” Reid’s quiet, soft. It works. It occurs to her that Reid must know, must remember.

Penelope hardly dares to breathe. Isaac’s hands shake with the strength of his grip on the gun.

“Jamie wouldn’t,” Isaac repeats. “He was good. He’d never. He wouldn’t do it to them.”

“To them.”

A pained sob. He’s an ugly crier, face twisted, choking breaths. “It was just us. He didn’t do it. It wasn’t for them. Jamie didn’t do it.”

Her fingers are numb despite her blood roaring in her ears. The room is a vacuum. She can’t breathe.

“I know,” Reid says.

“No!” the man barks. Penelope jumps. He’s moving, a hand raking through his hair, heavy, thumping footsteps. “You don’t. Just stop. I’m staying here. Don’t make me hurt her.”

Just over his panting, she catches the low murmur of voices in the background. Must be on their end. Maybe it’s the others coming to find out what’s going on.

“It doesn’t have to end like this,” Reid says. “None of us want someone to get hurt, Isaac. That’s the thing. We all want this to go well. And it’s best for you if you let us have Garcia.”

Isaac shakes his head frantically. “I don’t care about me.”

“You care about Jamie,” he chances. “He wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Shut up.”

“Just let her go,” Reid implores. “That’s all you have to do. We’re here. We’re still listening.”

His frenzied eyes settle on her for a long time. Penelope swallows back her own fear and meets his gaze, holds it until he breaks and looks away. Not threatening. Just a look. A last ditch effort to make him recognise the humanity reflected back at him.

To save her life.

“No,” Isaac says.

“Please,” she whispers. She feels it in her throat before she hears it, hardly a sound at all. He drums his fingers on the barrel of the gun and she wonders how heavy it is.

If he hears it, he gives no indication.

“Don’t do this,” Reid says. “There’s a lot of ways to settle this and none of them are going to hurt people. Don’t you want that?”

Through gritted teeth, he snarls. “Just ‘cause I want it doesn’t mean I’ll get it.”

“Penelope – that’s Garcia – she had nothing to do with it,” Reid says. “Be angry at us. Be angry at everyone involved but she wasn’t.”

She tastes bile. He’s trying to humanise her, and they aren’t so much negotiating as just begging him not to. This is Reid’s last-ditch attempt too.

What are her last words going to be?

Penelope has so many things to think and say and do and this can’t be it, this can’t be.

The silence cracks.

She ducks down off the chair, knees landing hard on the ground, ignoring the stinging pain as she presses against the desk. Someone is screaming. Glass splinters. Penelope squeezes her eyes closed and waits for the pain.

It’s her. The screaming. It’s her and she hadn’t realised. She chokes on a ragged inhale and forces herself to stay quiet, be quiet, hide and maybe he won’t find her and it might be okay and oh god is she going to go home tonight at all.

Penelope’s hair stands on end. Everything is quiet. Too quiet. The sharp crack echoes out and a sickly silence creeps in on its absence.

A wet gurgle. Her heart jumps into her throat. She cracks an eye open and sweeps the ground for the dirty work boots.

Blood.

Jolted into action, she opens both eyes and examines herself: arms and legs first – no bleeding – chest and stomach and she reaches a hand to touch her shoulders and shouldn’t a gunshot be screaming at her? Shouldn’t she feel the rush of wet heat and the white-hot flaring pain?

Penelope gulps. Her teeth are chattering like she’s cold. Every one of her joints has turned to jelly, weak and wobbly. The ringing in her ears surges back to life.

She can’t move.

She can’t stay.

Clinging onto the edge of the desk, Penelope peers around it slowly. Bright blood speckles the carpet, growing closer and closer until the dark pool of blood soaking a rough circle. It’s not just blood. Some of it is…

Solid.

She retches.

The man’s hands are clasped around his rifle. He’s sprawled out on the ground and she traces the line of his body with her gaze. Long legs. Black cargos. Bloodsoaked shirt. Hollow neck.

His humanity ends there. Everything else is splintered: fragments of a man he used to be. No eyes or nose or mouth or brain. Just blood and pulp.

Penelope scrambles backwards, elbows scraping the ground, legs giving out beneath her. She hits the back of a table and hauls herself to her feet, clinging on it for balance as dizziness crashes over her.

She closes her eyes. Her breath comes louder, rapid and shallow, and she forces herself to exhale through her nose. Just breathe. Everything else can come later. Without vision, sound comes rushing back.

“—there?”

The phone.

Somewhere.

She staggers to the other desk and grasps the phone like a lifeline. Wipes a smear of blood off the screen and tries not to think about it. “He… he’s…”

“Garcia, are you there?”

“I’m here,” she says. “He’s dead, I’m here, I… oh my god… I’m okay. Not okay okay because there’s blood and… him… and everything everywhere but it’s not my blood and oh it’s on the ceiling, that’s never gonna come out of the carpet and yep, the walls as well, seriously, that’s never going to look the same and I don’t care about the paint, why am I talking about it I swear I’m okay—”

“Breathe, baby girl,” Morgan interjects.

Penelope sobs with relief. “Derek Morgan, you wonderful, beautiful man,” she says when she can talk past the lump in her throat. She nearly drops the phone with her shaking hands.

“Uh-huh, just stay focused on me,” he says. “You’re all right. It’s over.”

“He’s… I know, I just didn’t… there’s so much…”

“I know. We didn’t really want you to see that, but, uh…”

“Sending people inside would have stressed him and he’d have reacted unpredictably,” Hotch says. “Otherwise we would have done that.”

“They’re sending someone up there,” Morgan says. “Agents Matthews and Singh. They’ll have their ID on them.”

She blanks out for a moment, talking without registering what she’s saying, then she pulls a chair closer to the – a – desk, untouched, and boots up the computer. The old terminal rattles. Probably the fan loose in its brackets, maybe the hard drive. It doesn’t matter.

Every so often she takes a deep breath and glances behind her for the agents. Or worse. Penelope keeps her line of sight high because she cannot bear seeing that again; the cloying iron smell threatens to choke her. Her wrist aches and she lets go of the phone, working against every instinct to hold it and keep it (because it’s all she has right now he’s gone but he isn’t and what if he wasn’t alone?) by placing it on the desk.

When the monitor blinks to life, he nearly gets herself locked out by mistyping her password – her hands are wracked with fine tremors and keep hitting the wrong keys – but her luck improves when she can just use the mouse for everything. Muscle memory kicks in and she’s booting up a video call. Voices wash over her. She just – she has to see them.

And it goes all staticky. Her stomach swoops as her mind jumps to late-night horror movies, severed internet connections and dark houses, but it clears up just as fast.

The first view she has is an unflattering angle of Rossi’s neck, the man unaware for a good few seconds, and Penelope’s tears turn into a watery laughter as the usual arguments ensue: Rossi complaining about the software, Morgan calling instructions from one side and Hotch from the other, both contradicting, Reid squeezing himself into a gap in the background to catch a glimpse of her. Prentiss’s saying something about men and Penelope doesn’t need to see her to envision JJ’s eye roll. The laptop ends up in her hands as she undoes whatever settings the others have accidentally triggered.

Just their faces, faint shapes blurred through the tears, is enough to set her off again. Someone cuts off the phone call as their voices layer over one another.

“—you okay?”

“—good to see you—”

“—is that your blood—”

“—have Singh and Matthews—”

“—hey, you’re gonna make Reid cry in a second—”

“—I will not—”

She doesn’t smile but her mouth twitches upwards at the corners, more genuine than a forced grin could ever be.

It takes the agents an hour and a half to get to her – sweeping the building first, and though there’s a substantial team doing it their buildings aren’t exactly small – and they stay on with her, all of them, the whole time. Crashing from the adrenaline, she ends up with her head leaning back against the seat and listening to the ebb and flow of their conversation. And Morgan offers to stay on the phone with her after that, too, as the EMTs examine a (thankfully) superficial head wound and Matthews drives her home, and in the end Penelope has to hang up so she can have a shower before she passes out right then and there on her couch.

She lies down for a moment before she dries her hair and…

The sharp rapping jolts her awake, heart in her throat.

“Hey, Garcia?”

Penelope bolts upright and hardly stops for a millisecond to check the peephole; she opens the door and collapses into Morgan’s arms. A gentle hand running through her hair – JJ – and Prentiss on her other side, she can’t fight the tears and doesn’t try to. She’s home, really and truly. She's safe.

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