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Free Falling | 02

Summary: When Jamien decides to take on STAG, a typical carjack turns out to be anything but. Now he faces one of the hardest decisions of his life, whether or not he should let his hostage go. Set in Saints Row the Third after Nyte Blayde’s Return. Rated T for Language, Strippers, and Zimos.

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: Male Boss x Female OC

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"Are you absolutely sure about this, Denitra?" Vanessa tried to keep her eyes on the road as she drove away from Wesley Cutter International Airport, in the black Neuron that she'd rented. "Of all the colleges here in America, you choose one so close to home."

Denitra bit the inside of her lip, choosing her words with care. "Mama, we've discussed this a thousand times. It's what I want to do. Besides, you said you didn't want me too far from home in case there was an emergency. This way, we're compromising. Steelport is only an hour away from Stilwater." She ran a hand through her hair and looked out the window.

Vanessa bit her lip and sighed. "I know. I know. It's just, after what happened at Stilwater University with Layla -"

"Mama, no." She put her hands over her ears. She knew it was childish, but she did it to keep from crying. Layla's death was still a fresh wound in her heart, even though it had been years since it happened. "Do not bring that up if you want me to come home for any holiday this semester."

Vanessa flinched visibly but heeded her only child's warning. It had taken a year for Denitra to even get out of her room, and another two to convince her to go to another school. Although the Stilwater University Massacre had made national news and got donations that totaled over a million dollars, most of the money went to the families of the students and teachers killed in the gang war. There was barely enough left to repair the damage done to the building itself, much less help hire new teachers who made demands for higher pay. It didn't take long for the school to only offer online classes. It now faced being shut down for good. Denitra had been content with taking her classes online, but she'd been forced to transfer to the nearest college, University at Steelport. Unfortunately, med students were required to attend their classes on campus beyond the second year.

Today, Vanessa was taking Denitra shopping for things to fill her dorm room. "At least you're allowing me to take you shopping. It's been a while since we had time like this together."

Denitra tried not to smile. "Mama..."

Vanessa smiled brightly. "Think about it. This is the first time, ever, that you'll be away from me and your dad. It's like you're moving out."

"I kinda am." She shrugged shyly. "It had to happen at some point."

"I know," Vanessa whined, "But now? This gang issue is getting worse by the day. For instance, a couple of weeks ago a plane crashed here. People were killed by cars that fell out of it."

Denitra looked at her. "Um, and that has what to do with gangs?"

"They were all gang cars. Filled with random things like guns and drugs."

Denitra nodded, checking the time on the car's radio. "Okay, Mama. If you say so."

"What? I'm telling the truth."

"I know, Mama."

"Denitra."

"Yes, ma'am?"

She pouted. "I'm serious. It's probably more dangerous here than back at home."

Denitra scoffed and shook her head. "What's the worst that could happen here?"

Denitra pressed herself up against her door, facing the stranger that now drove the car. "Oh. My. God." She squeaked.

He spared her a sideways glance, freezing her in the seat. His eyes were a vibrant sapphire blue, set in a face that was both intimidating and charming framed by matte black hair that reached his shoulders. She didn't know whether to scream or say hi. "Oh. Hi, there." He nodded in her direction, showcasing his angular jawline and the slight dimple in his chin. "Well, I'm Jamien, and I'll be your new driver today." He suddenly slammed on the brake, cut the steering, and power slid the car around a corner. The sudden, violent change in direction snapped Denitra out of her stupor, bringing her attention to the sirens and bullets that followed them diligently.

"P-please. Let me out." She pressed herself against her seat in the proper position, holding onto the seat belt and praying she wouldn't die today.

The man looked at her, amused. "Aw, but you seem to be having so much fun."

She wished he wouldn't smirk like that. It drew attention to his lips. She slid into the door with enough force to hurt her head as he drifted around another corner. "Ouch!"

"Sorry. I'm trying to shake them." He muttered.

"Can you let me out?" She tried again.

"Uh, no." He shook his head slightly.

"Why the hell not?"

"I need you."

She blinked several times. "What do you need me for?"

"Hostage."

Her jaw dropped. "What?"

"You'll be my ticket out if I can't shake them."

"And what makes you think I'll stay in the car?"

"Would you rather risk those big ass tires make a meat puddle out of you?" He jerked his head in the direction of his pursuers.

She looked back at the tan armored tanks. The tires on them would fit a diesel truck. "Oh..." The sound of bullets pounding the car intensified, prompting her to try again. "Please, let me out."

"Since you asked so nicely...no." He gave her a dazzling smile. Her mouth went dry. She looked away, cleared her throat, and glared at him.

"If you don't let me out, I'll grab the steering wheel and make us crash."

He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand over his heart, as he weaved in and out of oncoming traffic. "You'll kill me!"

She folded her arms. "Ask me if I care."

"Do you care?"

"Why in the hell would I? I don't know you!"

He nodded. "Point taken. You'll kill yourself, then."

"If I stay in this car with you, I'll be killed anyway." She countered.

"Another good point." He leaned back in the seat, one arm on the center armrest, teasing his chin.

"So, let me out. I have to get back to my mama. Or even just slow down enough for me to jump out without them running me over. Please."

He looked back and forth between the road and the rearview mirror, considering her plea. He looked at her, and she just knew he would say no. The look in his eyes softened, and he mumbled. "Eh. Okay, okay." He swerved the car onto the sidewalk, plowing through the pedestrians.

"CAN YOU WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE GOING?" Denitra screeched as bodies thudded and bounced off of the hood and windshield, cracking it.

Jamien scoffed. "Oh, they'll be okay. They always get back up." He looked in the rearview mirror and cringed. "Oh. Well, except for those...few. And those people, too. That had to hurt. Just a little."

Denitra stared at him, shocked at his violent disregard for human life. "You. Monster." She yanked on the door handle, and the door swung open. "Slow down!"

As soon as her foot touched the ground, an N-Forcer rammed into the back of the car, shooting it forward. Denitra cowered back into the car, against the stranger's arm. He pushed the gas hard, the force slamming her door shut. "Put on your seatbelt." He commanded, and she obeyed. The back windshield shattered as bullets pelted the car, and Denitra screamed. "Son of a bitch!" He reached over and grabbed the back of Denitra's head and forced it down between her knees. "Stay like that until I tell you otherwise and you might make it through this."

Denitra began to pray that she'd live to see tomorrow. She squeezed her eyes shut and listened to the noises. Gunfire. The engine revving and the tires sliding across the pavement. Her heartbeat pounding in her chest. The car came to an abrupt halt, and a cool summer breeze blew through the car.

"Come on."

She looked up to see him standing outside of the car, leaning in with a hand held out for her. She glanced at his hand then followed his arm up to his face. Even with the faint scars, he was handsome. "W-what? No." She frowned, talking more to herself than him. She looked into his eyes, trying not to focus on the amazing color. "No, I'm gonna-" Bullets sprayed her side of the car, and she screamed out in pain. She grabbed her shoulder and looked at her hand, covered in blood. "Oh, my God."

"I don't think they have high regards for your safety." He shouted over the sound of gunfire. He grabbed her bloody hand and yanked her out of his side of the car. She stumbled behind him, struggling to keep up with his long strides, as he led her to the building's front door. She looked up. A skyscraper. She hated towers. He pushed the elevator button and looked at her, then flashed a mega-watt smile. "Going up?"

"What the hell is their problem? I'm an innocent bystander. They should watch where the hell they're shooting!" She yelled as he gently pushed her onto the elevator.

He hit another button and shrug, giving her a smile that oozed sex appeal. "Well, you know. When you're a Saint, there will always be sinners out to get you."

A chill ran down her spine as she caught off guard by how white his teeth were. She looked down at her feet. "S-saint? As in the Third Street Saints from Stilwater?" He nodded, hair dancing with the movement. "What the hell are you doing out here?"

He put a toothpick in his mouth and shoved his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. "Ah, I like to call it..." He searched for the words as the elevator doors opened. "Business Venturing." He gestured for her to go ahead.

She stepped off of the elevator and turned, expecting him to follow, but instead he hit another button. "Where am I and where are you going?"

"Got business to take care of. Stay on this level no matter what. I'll be right back, sweetheart." He winked and disappeared behind metal doors.

The silence that followed was unsettling. She looked around and got the impression she was in a basement, which was confusing because she knew she was in a high rise apartment building and had gone up in the elevator. The cement walls looked impenetrable. Cages with guns and ammunition were everywhere. And just ten minutes ago, she was with her mom, on their way to go shopping. Ten minutes ago, the world was as it should be. Nine minutes ago, she fell into the bowels of hell.

"Damn him!" She shouted and kicked a box, which clinked as if it had metal in it. She jumped, afraid she'd inadvertently set off a chain of explosions. She could imagine his charming smile turn deadly. She had to admit he had a killer smile. She hugged herself and sat down on an overturned empty crate. His smile was haunting her. Or was it his eyes? She had seen tons of people with blue eyes, but no one with the shade that he had. Thinking of his eyes made her tingle. He was attractive, but he was also a Saint. It didn't matter if he was the sexiest man alive, she hated him. The Saints were the ones to initiate the gunfight with the Sons of Samedi. And it was a Saint who used Layla as a human shield.

Hot tears filled her eyes, and she quickly brushed them away. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't let him get to her, get underneath her skin. Layla would want her to be strong, to give them hell. And she would do that, for Layla. For herself.

The building shook hard, throwing her off of her crate and onto the floor. "What the hell?" She had difficulty standing; the tremors didn't stop. Using the wall as a crutch, she listened. Constant gunfire and explosions. She'd watched a World War II film once back in school. She imagined it sounded very close to this. Another explosion shook the building and threw her onto the floor. This time she chose to stay there. She sat with her back against the wall, knees drawn up to her chest. Five minutes later, she was about ready to take her chances and run for it. The tremors were like earthquakes now, and it sounded like the fight was right below her. 'Stay on this level no matter what.' Fuck that. She hit the button for the elevator, but it was on another floor. She looked around and saw stairs leading upstairs. She'd take her chances. Once she reached the top, she saw Saints members running downstairs that led up to another level, guns of all sorts in their hands. "Wha-"

A heavy hand landed on her shoulder as she felt someone lean against her back and put their lips to her ear. "I thought I told you to stay downstairs, hm?"

She whirled around to face him, Jamien. "But I heard explosions and-"

He rolled his eyes and pushed her aside, into another man's arms. "Pierce, watch this one, will you?"

The man looked at her. He could have passed as Layla's older brother. "Um, okay?"

"And who the fuck is that?" A Latina girl frowned, narrowing her dark brown eyes. "Now isn't really the time to bring back stray ass."

Jamien gave her a strained smile. She watched as his bright sapphire blue lost their shine, turning into lifeless blue orbs. It was so unnerving that Denitra had to look away. "Remember, you wanted a maid."

He brushed past her, leaving them to follow him. "Maid?" Shaundi mouthed, confused. Outside, military jets, VTOLs, circled the penthouse like vultures over dying prey. A sense of dread washed over Denitra, and she stopped walking.

"Keep it moving, baby." Pierce gave her a push, making sure he kept her near Jamien. Denitra watched as a bigger, bulkier jet descended to land on the helipad that hung off of the side of the penthouse. The cargo door dropped open, and a tall man stepped off, clearly the commander of the STAGs.

"Surrender, kid. We got the perimeter." He even sounded military, Denitra thought. How cliche.

The Latina girl pushed a man forward and put the violent end of her pistol to the back of his head. "Yeah, but we got your poster boy."

Pierce's arm wrapped around Denitra, anchoring her against his body by her shoulders. "And a civilian."

Jamien looked at said "poster boy" then Denitra. Heat crept up to her cheeks as his eyes lingered on her, back to their original, startling blue. If she didn't know better, she'd say she was developing an obsession with the man's eyes. He turned his attention to the man in front of him. "I want STAG out of my city."

"Not gonna happen." He locked his hands behind his back, sticking his chest and chin arrogantly. The man had to have marinated in bad vibes because that's all that radiated off of him. It made Denitra uneasy. "STAG's mission is to eradicate the gangs in Steelport. But, where to focus the firepower is my call. Release Birk, and we'll hammer the Syndicate for a while. Give you boys a little breathing room."

"What about the girl?" Jamien asked, nodding towards Denitra, sounding every bit as confused as Denitra felt. "No offer for her?"

The man shook his head. "Our objective aims to be beneficial to thousands, not just one person. There is no deal for her from us. Steelport police will handle the responsibility for her."

"Well, damn," Pierce whispered. Damn, indeed.

Denitra nervously looked around. "How do you want to play it?" The Latina girl asked Jamien.

"No longer shall I hide from my one true love and her cause." That voice sounded familiar. "Allow Shaundi and I to be together, and I swear her enemies...will be my enemies."

Denitra gasped. "Wait, is that the guy who plays Nyte Blayde on TV?"

"Oh no, no, no, fuck no. Don't even think about keeping that prick around. I will lose my damn mind!"

"You have sixty seconds to decide." The military man announced.

Jamien twitched then reached for Josh. "You owe me, Shaundi." He pushed the man towards the STAG officers.

"Whatever you want, just ask for it, anytime." She sounded so relieved that Denitra wondered just how bad it could have been to have spent time in Nyte Blayde's company. She wasn't a huge fan of the show, but she did like it.

"Prepare to open fire on the building."

"WHAT?" Jamien shouted at the man as he and his underlings rushed to their plane.

Immediate chaos ensued. "He's still firing! Jump for it!" Shaundi shouted, and people made a mad dash for the edge of the roof.

Jamien turned towards her and grabbed her uninjured arm as he ran. "Time to move our asses!"

"Jump? W-wait, you don't understand." She put dead weight on her feet, refusing to move. "I have on a dress! I-I have a-" Jamien threw himself off of the roof, yanking Denitra down with him. "-TERRIBLE FEAR OF HEIGHTS!"    

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Free Falling | 01

Summary: When Jamien decides to take on STAG, a typical carjack turns out to be anything but. Now he faces one of the hardest decisions of his life, whether or not he should let his hostage go. Set in Saints Row the Third after Nyte Blayde’s Return. Rated T for Language, Strippers, and Zimos.

Word Count: 1k

Pairing: Male Boss x Female OC

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Shaundi kept her pistol aimed at Josh Birk's head. She hoped he'd give her the excuse to shoot him; he would be better off dead. She crossed her legs; her purple polyester pants made a noise protesting the movement against the black suede couch she sat on. It gave Josh an excuse to look at the woman yet again. She was exotic, like a leopard. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, allowing a stray strand to tease the side of her face. She was slender with tanned skin, like a model. She looked Italian or Spanish. Josh had a thing for models. He was also a bit masochistic.

A few feet away from them sat Pierce and Oleg, who was playing chess. Pierce looked like a typical black posh gangster, and Oleg looked like a typical huge bodyguard on steroids. Pierce slid a small chess piece across the board and looked at Oleg, who didn't take his eyes off the board.

"Put the gun down." Josh broke the silence. "I won't run."

Shaundi scoffed a bit, her gun hand not moving an inch off of its target. "Yeah, I'm good."

Josh grinned wide, completely misunderstanding her. "I felt that the moment we met. That connection."

Shaundi stilled. "What?" That one word dripped disbelief and disgust.

The man leaned towards her, his coffee-colored strands of hair catching the sun. He gave her his best smoldering look, willing her to fall for his charm. "Forbidden love."

"Oh my God, can I just shoot this guy?" Shaundi looked at Pierce and Oleg.

"Play nice, now." All four heads turned towards the stairway to see their leader descending the stairs. Jamien's eyes gave Shaundi a clear warning, but his smile was playful. "You got the stuff, Pierce?"

Oleg and Pierce both reached down for a dark green duffel bag that sat at their feet, but Oleg got to it first. "Allow me, friend." He dropped the bag on the chess board, scattering pieces everywhere.

"You did that on purpose." Pierce frowned. Oleg gave an innocent shrug.

"Alright, let's go STAG hunting." Jamien picked up the bag.

Downstairs, there were two Saints cars parked at the curb, both painted harlequin purple, one a two-door Sovereign and the other a four-door Infuego. "Think you can pick a fight with STAG by yourself?"

Jamien tossed a surprised look to Pierce, who was moving towards the sports car. "Oh, you're not coming?" He approached his Infuego.

Pierce shook his head. "Going to pick up a surprise for STAG. You know how to use a Molotov?"

Jamien cut his eyes at his new second-in-command. "Yes, Pierce." He said dryly, "I know how to throw a fucking bottle." He got in the car and slammed the door hard enough to shake the car.

"Jesus, I was just askin'." Pierce watched the car pull away.

Jamien never had much patience to be a responsible driver, and as he drove to the STAG PR Center, he had just enough patience not to hit anyone. Driving on the correct side of the street was another matter. As he expected, the building was surrounded by STAG officers either standing around with their guns out and ready or sitting in their mini-tanks, N-Forcers, waiting to shoot. And it had started out as a pretty day.

Jamien noted the STAG recruit advertisement stretched across the building, split into two banners. He smiled. "Oh, these banners have to go on principal. A few Molotovs should do it." As soon as the first Molotov left his hand, bullets started flying. Jamien heard the sound of metal hitting metal, but paid little attention to it. His first throw missed the banner and instead broke over a STAG officer's head, who went up in flames. "Shit." He sighed, ran closer, and tried again. His second attempt torched one-half of the banner. A bullet connected with his shoulder and he staggered but caught himself. As the senior-most member of the Saints, he'd built up a phenomenal tolerance for pain. It sucks to be them. Another flaming bottle connected with the second half of the banner and Jamien'. He smiled, proud of himself. Now all he had to do was go back to the penthouse. He took out his phone and hit one button, speed dialing Oleg, the big Russian brute. "Oleg, they're on the way. We ready?"

"Yes, be careful not to set off the bombs when you get close. I'll be monitoring STAG's approach from our security room." The line disconnected. Jamien made a mental note to hang up on the next person he called or who called him. Rude bastards.

He turned around to find his getaway car surrounded by his armor-clad enemies. "Ah. Fuck." Instinct drove him to reach into his jacket and throw a hand grenade at them. Good news? That promptly killed all of those troublesome STAGs. Bad news? That also killed his shiny gang car. "FUCK!" Once again, Jamien would have to make his escape on foot. He contemplated stealing an N-Forcer, but there were too many STAG officers to take out to successfully get into one. "Oh, come the fuck on! Gimme a break here!" The wind picked up, causing him to shield his eyes from the dirt it carried, bringing his attention to the street behind the flaming wreckage that had been a perfectly good car. "Oh, yeah..." He immediately made a run for it. He darted past and around the remaining (and shooting) STAGs to the busy intersection. He narrowly missed being run over by an elderly lady driving a Churchill, who seemed to be more interested in what station she would listen to than pedestrians she could kill. The second car showed more promise. It was going in the opposite direction that he needed to go, but it was newer and faster all-black Neuron. "Eh, it'll do, I guess." Jamien shrugged and dashed across the street, coming to a stop in the path of the car.

The driver slammed on her brakes and began honking angrily. He ran to the driver side, broke the window with his elbow, opened the door and yanked the woman out. "Oh, how sweet. You kept it running for me." The young woman sitting in the passenger seat started screaming, but Jamien ignored her. "Thanks!" He jumped over her and into the car, which had started rolling down the street. He gave the car a little gas, to move the car safely away from the woman, then floored it, tires screeching.

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Free Falling

Summary: When Jamien decides to take on STAG, a typical carjack turns out to be anything but. Now he faces one of the hardest decisions of his life, whether or not he should let his hostage go. Set in Saints Row the Third after Nyte Blayde's Return. Rated T for Language, Strippers, and Zimos. [Male Boss x Female OC]

This story is complete and will be updated every Saturday at 8pm CST.

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen

Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty

Twenty-one | Twenty-two | Twenty-three | Twenty-Four

Twenty-five | Twenty-six | Twenty-seven | Twenty-eight

Additional Links: Fanfiction.net | AO3 | Wattpad

Theme Song: Free Falling by John Mayer

Playlist: Spotify

Extras: Characters | Locations

#saints row fanfic #saints row fanfiction #saints row male boss #shaundi #pierce washington #boss x oc #killbane #cyrus temple #saints row romance

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Pretty much every reason why Saints Row 2 is argued as the best game of the series.

#writing #character creation #saints row 2 #writing tips

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What if the canon timeline is fucked up because the Saints used time travel to try to change stuff that happened?

#saints row thoughts #saints row timeline #saints row time travel #saints row iv #saints row the third #saints row 2 #saints row #you can't save everyone

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Andy Biersack would make a great older Matt Miller. ijs

#Saints Row The Third #matt miller #my pick #srtt #deckers

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Fuck yeah.

au where johnny doesn’t get kidnapped by zin and survives the plane crash bc he’s johnny fuckign gat and the first thing he does when he wakes up in the rubble is post a snapchat selfie w him laying there throwing up a peace sign captioned ‘i lived bitch’

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Jamien toes the line of “dark and broody” -- to an outsider, it seems like nothing’s wrong but to his lieutenants it’s unnerving.

Tier 1: Will keep up appearances by acting normal. The only sign of trouble is that his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

Tier 2: He doesn’t drink or smoke. If he turns down either, back off.

Tier 3: He disappears. He has a few secret safe havens that no one knows about and will hang out there until the “funk” passes. The last time he did this was after he killed Maero and the Brotherhood disbanded.

This is a semi-depressing one, and I can’t recall if I’ve talked about this but-

What kind of mental breakdown is your boss? Like do they just cry their eyes out? Do they just go quiet? Do they lock themselves away and refuse to talk? 

#Jamien #boss #character prompt

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THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT STOPS ME

when ur in the mood to replay saints row 2 but don’t want to put yourself through the emotional trauma of red asphalt again 

#that ONE mission #carlos mendoza #saints row 2 #all the feels #sorry carlos #try not to cry #cry anyway

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I’m not crying. You’re crying. Fuck it, I’ma cry.

When the funeral ends, everyone’s eyes turn to the Boss. They had been silent the entire time, standing at the foot of the grave. They finally turn their head just enough to make it clear that they’re wondering why everyone is hesitating. The crew takes the message and leaves.

The Boss stays until the grave is filled and the gravediggers are gone. They stay until the rain begins to fall and everyone else in the cemetary leaves. Only when they’re perfectly alone do they bow their head and cry for Carlos Mendoza.

#saints row 2 #carlos mendoza #he didn't deserve this #Boss #Jamien cried #third street saints #wiz khalifa #when i see you again

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*SWOONS* Omigawd...

#AoM #Johnny Gat #HOT DAMN #*stares aggressively* #i'll buy you food #or ammo

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He has to be the sexiest group of pixels I’ve ever seen.

got the rookie skin for johnny 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

#AoM #Johnny Gat #fangirl moment #damn he's hot #flawless eyebrows

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This stuff can still be applied to novel writing.

#writing resources #d4darious #fiction writing

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I’d kill for a novelization of the Saints Row games. Writer rambling ahead.

I’m rewriting Free Falling. This is Jamien’s cover. I have Shaundi’s and Pierce’s covers ready but Gat’s needs another attempt. Needs a few tweaks but I’d be okay with it being on the shelf in a bookstore. I’m not sure I want to keep the title the same this time around. I’m pursuing my Bachelors in Creative Writing so I’m applying the things I’ve learned (like this gem from D4Darious) to make a stronger story with more compelling characters.

Other Saints Row fanfic writers/readers are encouraged to follow me and leave an ask to follow you back. As a member of the Third Street Authors, I’d love to have a writer’s circle here on Tumblr where we can hang out and help each other.

Inspired by G-Eazy’s “Him & I” with Halsey right now. I can see Jamien and Denitra being their own version of Joker and Harley Quinn. <3

#update #saints row the third #free falling #book cover #Certy Certs #yeah i just made that up #Boss #music inspiration #third street author #d4darious #creative writing degree #saints row fanfiction #writer's group

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I wonder if, after SRTT, Donnie would have been allowed to join the Saints. I mean, Viola did.

#saints row thoughts #Donnie #Lin #saints row boss #Johnny Gat

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What if Gat had become the leader of the Saints and your character was his second in command?

#saints row thoughts #Johnny Gat #Boss

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She was afraid to want things for herself. She didn’t think she deserved them.

Susan Choi (via quotemadness)

#quotes