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Healer's Heart

Cut and Run

Master list

A/n: I had a hard time writing Hunter's"How do I dad?" Arc with Althea, but I think I did okay

Hunter walked to the back of the ship where Echo was standing. "Well, this is a first." The Sergeant said softly.

On the floor were Wrecker, Althea, and Omega, all three asleep. The youngest girl and Wrecker had their heads lolled to the side as they leaned against the walls. Althea was curled up in the corner as if she was making herself as small as possible.

It wasn't unusual for Wrecker and Althea to be sleeping aboard the Marauder, but Omega was a new sight.

"Inspecting every corner of the ship finally tired her out." Echo said.

"Yeah, she's curious." Hunter admitted. "I'll give her that."

Echo turned to him, his expression serious. "Hunter," He sighed. "She's a child. What are we going to do with her?"

Hunter was still figuring that out for himself. Before, he thought it wasn't all that different from when they took on Althea. But it was very different. The young medic was 16, almost 17. She was older, more mature, and had even seen some battles. Even when she was new to the team, Althea was able to handle herself.

Omega was younger, maybe 13? She had never seen the galaxy and was sure to have more needs than Althea.

Hunter was at a loss for what to do, but before he could answer Echo, Tech called from the cockpit. "We're coming up on Saleucami."

Hunter walked into the cockpit, mulling over the conundrum of Omega.

Tech landed their ship as Echo woke up the sleeping beauties. Omega was the only one who took kindly to her awakening though. She was immediately bright eyed and ready. Wrecker and Althea, however, they never liked to be woken up.

With a few grumbles Wrecker was up, but Hunter could still hear Echo getting Althea.

"Time to go, kid." He said.

"Mfnmfmndd." Mumbled the medic.

Echo let out a sigh. "If you don't get up, I'm going to get Wrecker to carry you out."

"Fiiiiiiinnnne."

Hunter chuckled to himself as the three nappers came into the cockpit. Omega was just as eager as yesterday to see everything. Wrecker yawned a little, but was pretty much awake, and Althea rubbed her eyes and stretched.

The gangplank lowered and the Batch stepped onto the dusty surface of Saleucami. Omega was the last one out. She shielded her eyes from the sun before taking in a deep breath.

"What's with her?" Wrecker asked.

"First time off-world." Althea said with a soft smile. It wasn't too long ago that she was just like Omega.

Omega dropped to her knees and ran her hand through the earth. She took a handful, running it through her fingers. "Whoa. What is this?"

"That would be dirt." Tech answered.

The girl gasped. "It's amazing." She stood up and swept her foot across. She laughed as she skipped around, kicking up dust.

Althea realized that dirt was probably something that was never on Kamino. Between the water and the sterile facilities, dirt was a rare sight.

Hunter smiled as Omega's eyes sparkled in the bright sun. But the sound of thunder grabbed his attention to a distant storm. "Come on." He said. "Let's get moving."

As they walked through the fields, Althea made sure to keep an eye on Omega. The young blonde had been chasing a bright blue bug, much like Althea had been when she was first lost. "Stay close, kid."

"So this friend of yours," Echo started. "What's he doing all the way out here?"

"Hiding." Tech said. "That's what deserters do."

"Staying off the radar's not our specialty," Hunter said from the front. "But he's been doing it for years."

"And you trust a deserter?" Echo asked skeptically.

Tech shrugged. "Why not? We're all deserters now."

Hunter raised his arm to signal a halt. Omega didn't quite understand and kept walking, causing Hunter to place a hand on her shoulder.

The girl saw a wire tied between two sticks. "What are we looking at?"

"A booby trap." Hunter told her.

"Single trip wire." Wrecker chuckled as he walked forward. "That's cute." But as soon as he stepped over, the demo man triggered a more hidden laser sensor. Several battle droids surrounded him, causing Wrecker to blast on instinct.

"Easy, Wrecker!" Hunter ordered. The droids were deactivated, only meant to scare people away.

Wrecker calmed down, his eyes darting around. "W-was that me?"

"What do we have here?" A familiar feminine voice said. Out of the brush came a pink Twi'lek woman and an older clone. Cut and Suu. Suu lowered her rifle. "More clones who have lost their way."

"It's been awhile, fellas." Cut said. His tone made it seem like their arrival was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

In Cut and Suu's house, the Bad Batch caught up with the couple. Hunter sat at the table while Omega wandered around. The others leaned against the wall as Suu served drinks.

"I see a few new faces." The woman noted.

"Echo and Omega. Cut and Suu." Hunter said.

"Pleased to meet you." Suu said with a courteous nod.

Echo did the same. "Ma'am."

Suu looked to Althea. "Did you find your brother?"

Althea said nothing, just pursed her lips and looked away. Wrecker set his hand on her pauldron, patting it a few times before pulling away.

Cut looked around at each of them, a look of confusion coming across his face. "Where's Crosshair?"

Hunter hesitated. "It's complicated."

Cut leaned back in his seat. "Sounds familiar. Rex told is about the clone troopers turning against the Jedi."

"You talked to Rex?" Echo asked. "When?"

"Well, he passed through yesterday."

"Where'd he go?" The ARC inquired.

Cut shrugged. "Didn't ask. He was going on about some behavioral implant."

"He must mean the inhibitor chip." Said Omega, now by Hunter.

"The what?" The Sergeant asked.

"Inhibitor chips." The girl repeated. "The Kaminoans implanted them in the clones to modify their behavior."

Althea frowned. "Tech, you said the regs were programmed but you never mentioned a chip."

Tech looked over at her. "How else did you think it worked?"

Before anyone could answer that they weren't brainiacs like him, two kids burst through the door. Shaeeah and Jek.

"Mom! Dad!" Said Jek. "There's a ship outside!" They were so focused on the ship, they completely missed the Bad Batch. Wrecker was sure to fix that.

"Shaeeah, Jek!" He said happily. "Remember me?"

The two kids' faces lit up at the sight of him. "Uncle Wrecker!"

Wrecker picked up Shaeeah, the girl kicked her legs in excitement before he set her down. Althea chuckled from the corner, earning their attention.

"Thea!" Jek said excitedly.

Althea moved over to them, smiling with delight. "Hey, guys."

Shaeeah's attention was grabbed by Omega. "Who are you?" She asked.

The blonde shrunk behind Hunter slightly. "Omega."

"We never see kids around here." The blue girl said. "Come with us. You too, Thea." She grabbed Omega and Althea's hands, dragging them outside. Omega stopped and glanced back at Hunter.

The Sergeant nodded, a soft smile of his face. He took a drink of his water as he watched the kids go out. When he turned back to Cut and Suu, he raised his eyebrow, confused as to why they were watching him.

As the kids played with the ball, Hunter leaned against the door frame. It was a wholesome sight. Seeing Althea, Shaeeah, and Jek toss the ball back and forth. But Omega just stood there awkwardly. "Mm...what's the purpose of this?" She asked.

"To have fun." Shaeeah told her. "Here, you try." She tossed the ball to Omega, but the blonde just stepped away.

"Huh?"

"You're supposed to catch it." Jek told her.

Omega nodded in understanding. "Ohh."

Althea picked up the ball. "You'll get the hang of it.

Cut came and stood with Hunter. "All right, out with it." He said. "What's with the girl?"

"She's a defective clone, like we are." Hunter told him.

Cut shook his head. "Mm.. not exactly."

Hunter looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"The Kaminoans don't create without a purpose. You all have one, so what's hers?"

Hunter looked back the the kids. "It doesn't matter. She's just a kid."

Cut smirked. "Heh. Battling droids was easy compared to raising kids." He chuckled. "You have no idea what you're in for."

"We didn't have a choice." Hunter said, a sudden need to defend himself coming over him. "Kamino wasn't safe anymore."

"Well, neither is Saleucami." Cut said. "Rex warned us of the storm that's coming. Clone troopers have already started showing up. I'm heading into town to book is a transport off-world."

"We can take you where you need to go." Hunter offered.

Cut put his arm around Hunter's shoulders. "Nah, you're wanted men. It's too risky. I have to do what's best for them." He walked back inside.

Hunter turned back to the kids. Omega grinned as the ball made it to her hands. "I caught it!"

Hunter felt his lips tug upwards slightly at the sight. Althea was laughing, something he rarely heard anymore. The Sergeant often wondered if taking along Althea was the right choice. Even if she was older, she was still just a kid. She needed a family that loved her and she did, just not a traditional one. Hunter sometimes wondered if he should have left her with Cut and Suu the first time, but the medic was going to save her brother and nothing would have stopped her from that.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Cut, Hunter, and Althea walked into town. Cut wore a hat to keep his face hidden. Hunter had a green tunic that Cut had loaned him, and Althea wore a blue tunic that was one of Suu's.

Hunter had his knife strapped to the back of his belt, and Althea had hers hidden in her boot.

As they walked, the young medic took notice of the increased number of clone troopers. "Troops should be pulling their forces," She said. "Not securing a post. The war is over."

Cut chuckled. "Well, it doesn't feel that way."

Overhead a ship passed, a smaller ship was in it's holding area. It landed in a closed off area not far from the space port. "They started seizing ships about a week ago." Cut murmured.

"Military ships?" Hunter asked.

"All ships." Cut gestured to where the ship landed. "They're tagging them inside that impound lot. The stall's up ahead. Let's book the shuttle before we're spotted." The deserter led them to a fruit stand and pretended to look at the wares.

"So, where will you and your family go next?" Hunter asked.

"I suppose find a remote piece of land on a distant planet." Cut said. "That's all we really need."

"That's the key to not being found?" Hunter needed to know.

"You wanna know how to disappear?" Cut asked. "Put being a soldier behind you and make a new life for yourself."

Althea glanced around, keeping an eye out for clones. At first glance Hunter passed for a normal man, but upon closer inspection and anyone could see he was a clone. Cut was right to be quick.

An Aleena merchant walked up to them, sitting on her stool. "What do you want?" She asked in a raspy voice.

Cut reached into his bag and pulled out a handful of credits. "I need to book passage on the next shuttle out of here." He said softly.

The Aleena leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Those credits won't do you any good without a chain code. New galactic policy."

"Why what?" Cut asked.

The Aleena sighed. "Your chain code." She jerked her head, gesturing to a hologram of an Imperial Admiral.

"...your individual chain code, every citizen can exchange their invalid currency for Imperial credits, thanks to the generosity of the new Galactic Empire. The war is over. With peace comes opportunity and prosperity for all."

A grunting shifted the small groups attention to a Snivvian traveler trying to push past a clone trooper. "I booked passage on this transport." He said.

"No planetary travel without a chain code." The trooper said.

The Snivvian tried to push past him. "But I have to get on this ship."

The trooper pushed him down. "Stand down, citizen. Get in line, get your chain code, and don't make any trouble."

"It's not just ships." Said Hunter. "They're registering people too."

Althea groaned softly. "Ugh. The Empire hasn't even been around for a month and already everything's changed."

Cut let out a sigh. "Getting off-planet's gonna be harder than I thought."

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Back at the farm, the Bad Batch were trying to figure out how to help Cut's family while the kids played outside. Echo and Wrecker leaned against the wall, the latter wearing a hat and poncho. Tech, Suu, Cut, Althea and Hunter sat at the table. The Sergeant has his legs crossed, hands on his knees.

"Hmm." Tech hummed as he looked at his datapad. "It appears all public transport is now restricted without chain codes."

"Which Cut can't sign up for." Said Suu. "He'll be arrested when they discover he's a deserter."

"The next shuttle leaves in a few hours." Cut said. "Codes or no codes, we need to be on it."

"Mom!" Shaeeah's burst through the door, her brother not far behind.

"Mom!" Jek said. "It's Omega! She went out past the fence!"

Immediately, everyone was on their feet. Suu grabbed a rifle and climbed to the roof. Omega was holding the ball, petrified as a nexus growled at her. Hunter ducked under the fence, grabbing his knife and stepping in front of the girl.

The Sergeant sliced at the feline as Suu shot at it from the roof. It wasn't long before the cat ran away, and Hunter and Omega were safely on the other side of the fence.

"What were you doing out there?" Hunter asked harshly. "Do you realize you could've been killed?"

Omega gripped the ball, shrinking under the Sergeant's glare.

Cut put his hand on Hunter's shoulder, moving past him. "Easy. She's not a soldier." He lowered himself to Omega's level, his tone much gentler. "Are you hurt? Now, let's take a look here."

"I'm sorry." The blonde sniffed. "I-I was trying to get the ball." She buried her face in Cut's shoulder. "I didn't know."

"You're safe." Cut said pulling the girl into a hug. "That's all that matters. Come on." He picked her up, Omega still clutching the ball.

"Hey, kid. You all right?" Wrecker asked as Cut walked away with his wife and kids.

"She'll be fine." The older clone said.

The Batch stood there in silence for a moment. "All in all," Tech spoke up. "I would say that could've gone much worse."

Hunter furrowed his brow. "Tech, you think you could forge some chain codes?

Tech rubbed his chin. "I only learned of them moments ago, but yes."

"Do it." The Sergeant ordered. "We're getting Cut, Suu and the kids on that shuttle." He walked away, leaving them to their task.

•°•°•°•°•°•

Omega sat in the gunner's mount in the Marauder. She couldn't believe how badly she messed up. Would the Bad Batch even want her now? They took in Althea, but maybe the only reason they kept her was because she didn't cause problems. Omega had never felt like this before.

The girl suddenly became aware of the weight on her forehead. She reached up and took off he headdress. Her bangs fell onto her forehead as she rubbed the smooth stone in her fingers. She wiped a tear from her eye as she looked at it. Maybe she should've stayed on Kimono.

•°•°•°•°•

Hunter stood by the house keeping an eye out for the nexus. He heard the door open behind him and turned to see Suu. "Need another set of eyes out here?" She asked clutching her rifle.

"Almost forgot how good of a shot you are." Hunter told her. "I owe you one."

Suu walked down the steps. "Children will always find ways of getting into trouble, Hunter. Protecting them is what we do."

Cut came over, blaster by his side.

"Where's Omega?" Hunter asked.

"She wanted to stay on the ship." Cut said.

Hunter furrowed his brow. Cut's words replayed in his mind. "I've been thinking about what you said. And you're right, she's not a soldier."

"Just give her some time." Cut suggested.

But Hunter had already made up his mind. "When you leave Saleucami," He said. "I want Omega to go with you. You two can give her something that we can't."

"Is that what you really want?" Suu asked.

"It's what she needs." Hunter told them before walking away.

He knew he was right, but why did he feel something tugging in his stomach? The answer came to him when he saw Althea standing by the fields. He hadn't given up Althea, so why should he give up Omega? Because Omega still had a chance for a normal life. For Althea, that ship had long since sailed.

Hunter would never regret taking in Althea. She brought something to the squad that wasn't there before. It was a sort of light, maybe it was from her harsh compassion when she would scold one of them as she bandaged them. Or maybe it was her way of messing with the regs. But even with her good natured humor, the young medic's eyes always held a sadness.

They held a heaviness from war. Even now, whole while she turned a sundelion in her hands, her favorite flower, her golden eyes weren't as bright as Omega's.

That's why Hunter wanted Cut and Suu to take the younger girl. She still had a chance to be a kid. The Sergeant let out a sigh and walked over to Althea. "Hey, kid."

The medic stood up, eyes still trained on her flower. "You were really hard on Omega." She said bluntly.

"Yeah. Guess I'm just not used to kids."

Althea looked up at him. "Really?" She deadpanned. "Hunter, I ran off a million times when I first joined."

Hunter felt a ghost of a smile on his face. "I yelled then too."

Althea shrugged. "True."

"Listen, Thea. I'm leaving Omega with Cut and Suu." Hunter said getting straight to the point.

The medic stared at him. "What? Why?"

Hunter sighed. "She deserves a childhood. It's the least I can do."

Althea furrowed her brow. She twisted the flower stem in her hands. "You're probably right."

Hunter noticed her brow was furrowed. She was thinking and the Sergeant wanted to asked why, but he decided not to press it.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Hunter slammed his fist on the table. "You did what?!" He ran outside to see the Marauder being flown away by an impound ship. The Sergeant clenched his fists as he raised the comm. "Tech!" He growled.

"This was the simplest solution." Tech said. "We'll meet you at the spaceport with the chain codes. I have this under control."

"There's one big problem." Hunter said as Wrecker and Althea walked over. "Omega's on the ship."

Faintly on the comm, a girl's voice said, "I think it's a good plan, Tech."

"So much for simple." Echo groaned.

"The sun's setting. Time to go." Cut said. He and Suu had several bags. Shaeeah and Jek looked sadly at their home.

Althea walked over to them. "Don't worry, guys. I'm sure your new home will be even better."

"How can you be so sure?" Jek asked, his eyes slightly watery.

Althea glanced over to Hunter and Wrecker. "Because that's what happened to me. It doesn't matter if I'm in the middle of a battle, or falling asleep on our ship, I know my family has my back."

It was true. Althea felt safe with them. The only time she ever felt unsafe was when Wrecker dangled her upside-down from the gunner's mount. She couldn't even remember why he did it, probably just a prank.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Hunter led the way, one of Cut's bags over his shoulder. Wrecker held a large case over his shoulder and hit his head on a low hanging pipe.

Hunter brought his comm up. "Tech, we're in the spaceport. What is your status?"

"In progress. The encryption shouldn't be a problem."

Troopers walked by as they waited in line. Jek gripped his mother's hand. "Mom, I don't like this."

Suu smiled down at him. "Everything will be okay."

Hunter could sense how tense everyone was. "Hurry up." He said into the comm. "We need those chain codes to get them on the shuttle, or we're going to have to blast our way out of here."

"Don't worry." Tech replied calmly. "I can slip through security unnoticed and deliver the disks to you momentarily."

A few minutes later and Tech clicked on again. "The chain codes are en route...with Omega."

"By herself?" Hunter growled. "You let her go by herself?"

"Well, we didn't let her go."

"I'm on it." Wrecker handed the case to Cut and took off.

"She ran off on her own." Tech finished.

"If anything happens to her–" Before Hunter could finish his threat, Suu rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Like I said, kids always find trouble." She reminded him.

Hunter sighed, squeezing the comm in his hand. All he wanted was to help Cut and Suu.

Omega still hadn't shown up and Cut was growing anxious. "We're running out of time, Hunter." He said.

"Omega's on her way." The Sergeant told him.

"No, something's wrong. She should've been here by now."

"Stick to the plan, Cut." Althea said, her voice call but firm.

They were moving ahead in line. Cut pulled down his hat. "I can't risk it. We have to find another way out." He was about to walk away when a familiar voice stopped him.

"I'm here." Omega ran up to them. "And I have the chain codes." She added in a whisper.

"Yeah, Omega!" Shaeeah whispered.

The girl handed them to Cut. "Tech accidentally made five disks instead of four."

Althea looked at Hunter. "You didn't tell her."

"Tell me what?" The blonde asked innocently.

Hunter took the bag and handed it to Suu. The family moved on and Althea ran to help Wrecker with the troopers when her comm beeped.

Hunter lowered himself to Omega's level, his hand on her shoulder. "The extra chain code's for you, so you can leave with Cut and Suu."

Omega's brown eyes widened. "Why? Did I do something wrong?"

Hunter sighed. "You need a family, kid. They're good people. They'll give you the life you deserve."

Omega pursed her lips. "But...I want to stay with you."

"Quit holding up the line." A trooper ordered.

Hunter looked to the girl. "You have to go, Omega. It's for your own good." He stood, watching as Omega joined the family. The battle hardened Sergeant couldn't help but feel something tugging in his gut, something that told him that Omega should stay.

"Hunter, we have worn out our welcome." Tech beeped through the comm. "We need to go right now."

"On my way." Hunter looked one last time, making sure Omega was safe before running to the the impound lot.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Althea ducked behind crates as she blasted at the clones. Hunter ran into the yard, leaping over crates. He punched a trooper in the helmet and took his blaster, shooting as he ran for cover.

"Glad you could make it." Tech said.

"What are we waiting for?" Hunter asked.

"The clamp's still magnetized." Echo said from the clamp. "The system's not responding."

Hunter nodded to Wrecker, who ran over to Echo. "Move." The demo man pulled on the clamp until it released. "It responded to that."

"Let's go." Althea said. Everyone ran for the ship, but Wrecker hung back.

"Wait. Omega's not back."

Hunter sighed. "Wrecker, she's not–"

"Wait for me!"

Hunter looked to see Omega running across the yard. A trooper grabbed her foot, and Hunter ran to get her. He blasted away any trooper to tried him before pulling them both on the ship.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

As Althea checked everyone in the cockpit, Hunter sat at one of the consoles plotting their next course. Omega came up next to him. The two stayed in silence for a moment until the blonde spoke up.

"I know I made a mistake," She said. "And I have a lot to learn, but you don't have to get rid of me. I left Kamino with you. This," She looked around the ship. "Is where I wanna be."

Hunter looked at her. He had to admire the girl's determination. "Tell you the truth, kid, I guess I've got a lot to learn too. If this is where you want to be, then this is where you'll stay."

Omega smiled at him and Hunter felt himself relax.

"Hey, kid!" Wrecker called from the cockpit. "Wanna see something?"

Omega grinned and ran to see him just as Althea walked up. She looked down at Hunter, a bandage in her hand. "Give me your hand."

"It's fine, kid."

Althea raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what fight you were at, but I watched you punch a trooper's helmet."

Hunter sighed, holding out his hand for her to examine. She was right, but in the heat of the fight Hunter didn't really feel it. Now, in the hull if the ship, his knuckles stung. They had small red blotches on them, but nothing too serious.

Althea was unusually quiet as she wrapped his hand in the bandage, prompting the Sergeant to check on her. "You all right, Thea?"

Althea furrowed her brow. She didn't answer for a moment, probably thinking about her response. "Were you going to get rid of me?"

Hunter looked up at her. She had finished bandaging his hand now, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. "Thea," He said. "You're apart of this squad."

"I know, but when you were talking about Omega going with Cut and Suu..." She rubbed her hands on her arms as if she was trying to keep herself warm.

Hunter stood, now having to look down at her. "Thea, I only wanted Omega to have a childhood, a chance to get what you didn't with us."

"Do you regret taking me in?" The medic asked softly.

Hunter held her shoulders. "Althea, look at me." He waited until she did. "Sometimes, I wish you hadn't seen the things you did. Bringing you into the war was the last thing I wanted. But I don't regret taking you in. At all. Got it?"

Althea smiled slightly, and for a moment the veil of sadness was lifted. "Got it."

Hunter nodded, smiling as he let go of her. They were a squad, a family.

#tbb #bad batch #oc #star wars #the bad batch

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bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls · 1 year

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Dear, Mr. Bedtime,

I know you don't care, but that only makes it easier to tell you. You are a beautiful blustery beach with coarse, stinking sand into which I can trace out these words, a canvas only more enticing for for the fact that I know the next thought through your head, however mundane, will be the black tides that wipe my words away. I've wondered for a while now if admitting that you have a problem truly is the first step to solving it. If my house were on fire, should I really sit around and ponder the nature of the issue, if my insurance will cover it, the source of the fire, etc., or should I first get the fuck out? How does it change how I feel if I confess that I feel like I am a drill stripping a screw, trying to get a grip on a world spinning far too fast. I am deep in one of the worst depressions of my life, and the first one without any clear-cut (however superficial) solution.

I'm writing from the place I best express through tears, so forgive my mixing of metaphors. It is an angry and vitriolic place, somewhere just below my sternum, somewhere I hate and venerate in equal parts. This is the place I find myself in most often, nowadays, when I am not deep in conversation with myself and the many voices that live inside of me. Some of them I killed ages ago, but old ghosts are the hardest to exorcise. Many of these voices I still use, with family, peers, or strangers. Some of them I keep to myself. Recently, one of these has started to sound like you. At least, whatever paper-thin pastiche a dumb cunt like me can manage to conjure, even with all of the material you give us. For such a life lived without it, cruelty for my own sake is a refreshing motivator, but there is only so far I can press my own boot onto the back of my own neck before it's no longer enough, and others start to worry.

Girls my demographic -- those young educated suburbanites, married out of college to their high school sweethearts -- are far too sweet, thinking motivation is something fresh-baked and cherry-scented. Boys my age -- raised by mothers who loved them too much or not enough -- are even more clueless, thinking self-help is a religion with an army of podcasting prophets. Boys who chase women and fortune and fame in one form or another, dedicating themselves to Becoming Great with little care and less thought for what truly makes greatness. Either their violence consumes them or they smother it, not like you, who carefully cultivates it. You weaponize that violence within someone, that rage, that grief, until, like a brush fire, something snaps and everything burns. What Native Americans knew, and what we've subsequently forgotten in our quest for sterile, exponential, constant growth, is that those fires will consume the lifeless, the useless, the weak, and the ashes will be shit out by the worms and that soil will house the new generations -- some of which will be consumed by the next fires, sure, as will the centurion oaks that must inevitably fall into disrepair, and when they do they will fall with a thunderous silence, much as I have here at your feet, splintering to show my grub-rotted interior for you to step on or over as you continue about your day.

You entice me as any other insurmountable challenge, for the same reasons I stack castles out of playing cards. Because you are entropy unstoppable; an immovable wall, perfect to bash my head against until the fractures of my skull spell out your ever-changing shapes.

Is this a confession? A cry for help? Perhaps both, with a healthy dose of what my atheist upbringing thinks a prayer would be if I could believe in a higher power. I know that's what I want you to be, but I don't mean to be so selfish as to assume you would even want me.

Perhaps this is nothing more than ships in the night. Perhaps we are all just cracked porcelain, but you've sutured yourself together with smelted pyrite and a clever tongue while I just tell anyone who will listen that I'd look better as a fine pearlescent powder, ready to be recast into a form that suits me better or scattered in the first winds that take me. What were once glass girls are ground back to sand by your crushing hands and cutting words, but I like to think you have the hard, salt-crusted shell of an oyster, and you take those grains you like and you make strings of pretty pearls. Or perhaps they're all still scattered, a hundred grains of the ten billion on this beach where I am writing all of this in the sand, and you're just the tides that will wash me away.

I’ve let this sit in my inbox for six months, thinking I’d eventually find the opportunity to address it in depth. But now I feel like it should stand alone as a passionate, meandering testament from a nascent disciple lost in the wilderness.

Bless you on your journey, child.

#asks

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ceapa-mica · 1 year

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GEHAT'IK BE ALIIT | Chapter 22

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Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

Warnings: violence, blood, suggestive remark if you squint

Words: 5301

Summary: Din and Elora face Moff Gideon on Ristea.

a/n: Welcome back! This was really the most challenging chapter to write so far. Switching between events is something I've never done before, it was a real challenge, but I made it!

Enjoy!

Atina paced restlessly through the cockpit, waiting for the signal to attack, and apparently her entire squadron was becoming restless too.

"That's enough, I'll comm them. Something doesn't feel right." She picked up her comm device and tried to contact Din. "That's what I thought. The Imps are disrupting their signal. That means they're probably engaged in battle right now. What do you think, buir?"

"That decision is up to you, ner ad'ika."

Atina rubbed her temples as she felt a headache forming and the battle hadn't even started yet. This was a difficult decision to make. Atina sighed, wiping her sweaty palms against her thigh. One wrong decision could cost innocent lives. She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to listen to her inner voice.

"Alright, let's do this! Strap the kid back in, dad! I don't want him to get a concussion."

Grogu, who had made himself comfortable on the pilot chair, cooed at her words and threw a questioning look at her. Fox put the boy back on the passenger seat, making sure he was strapped in properly, giving Atina an affirmative nod, and her tooka, Kartaz, jumped on her lap, meowing in anticipation. She put on a determined face. "This is Chuchi speaking, revv up your engines, guys! Time to save a covert!"

As soon as they crawled out of the ventilation shaft in the sterile white dungeons, Din, Bo-Katan, Koska and Axe realized that something was off. There were barely any stormtroopers and most of the dungeons were empty except for a few tough criminals, the royal family nowhere to be found. They made quick work of the few troopers they encountered.

"I don't like this. It's not going according to plan anymore and our comms are jammed." Bo-Katan said.

"Where do you think Gideon is keeping them?" Din asked.

"If they're not down here, he keeps them close. They knew you would bring backup, this was all a big trap from the beginning."

Din knew Elora was more than capable of keeping herself safe. But Moff Gideon seemed to be an expert strategist who wouldn't leave anything up to chance. Elora had never fought against someone like him, that's what worried Din. He remembered how the Livisima tribe easily captured them on Ustrion.

"You said Gideon thrives being in a position of power. My guess is that they're in the throne room."

"I was about to suggest the same." Koska added.

On their way to the throne room they encountered an increasing number of stormtroopers they had no problem fighting. The sound of blaster fire sounded through the hallways and could be heard in the throne room, where Moff Gideon was patiently waiting for the Mandalorians to arrive. The blue crystalline walls and white marble floors made the throne room a sight to behold. The throne, also consisting of white marble, sat at the top of a few stairs that were covered with a neat golden carpet. There were two large force cages in the hall, yellow ray shields preventing the escape of the prisoners. The larger cage kept Princess Edie Jotraas and her parents, the King and the Queen of Ristea. Elora was lying still unconscious in the smaller cage. Her lightsaber was hanging from Moff Gideon's belt. He wore a black duraplast armor with a matching cloak.

As Din walked into the throne room his eyes immediately landed on Elora's unconscious figure. He gritted his teeth and pointed his blaster at Moff Gideon.

"What did you do to her?" Din spoke in a low, dangerous tone.

Moff Gideon slowly raised his arms. "She was stunned and should awake any moment. I advise against killing me, since only I know the code to open the cages." His eyes went to Bo-Katan, Koska and Axe. "I see you brought backup. That was against our deal. You just sealed the fate of the royal family and your beloved covert." He raised his arm and spoke into his comlink. "This is Moff Gideon. You're free to attack."

"Yes, sir!" the voice of a trooper responded.

"The darksaber belongs to me. I challenge you to a duel of life and death to get it back." Bo-Katan said with a lot of rage in her voice.

"As you can see I'm rather busy admiring my newest asset." He walked over to Elora's cage. "I wonder how she managed to hide from the Empire for so long. Her blood will be of tremendous value."

Din switched off the safety of his blaster. "Stay away from her." He slowly approached Gideon.

"There's nothing you or your friends can do. If you kill me, you can't imagine how much the Empire will make her suffer for what you did."

Din had to think of something, for now, he had to stall. "Why do you capture force sensitives? First you were after the kid, and now her."

"I must admit you have a talent for picking up force sensitives on your travels. I'm surprised we haven't met earlier. You know, I'm feeling generous today, Din Djarin. Give me your armor and I forgive you for breaking the terms of our deal. I will let the royal family go." He flinched as Moff Gideon said his name.

"Don't listen to him, he's bluffing." Bo-Katan spat.

"Over my dead body." was all Din had to say to that.

Moff Gideon chuckled. "Oh, that can be arranged." He pressed a button on his vambrace and pitch black droids walked into the throne room. "Dying at the hands of my dark troopers seems to be an honorable death for a Mandalorian."

Din and his backup came together, firing their blasters at the dark troopers and having each other's backs while Moff Gideon sat down on the Ristean throne with a smug smile.

The royal family watched with great worry, the King praying to their gods for this battle to end.

The blaster bolts hailing on the dark troopers did absolutely no damage as they came from all sides, raising their weapons. There was no way out.

"Imperial presence on Nevarro confirmed, my system is reporting a facility built into volcanic rock which seems to be an Imperial base. Your orders, Atina?" Kad asked on the comms.

"Now is the best moment to take them by surprise. They think we're just here to save Djarin's covert in Nevarro City, they won't anticipate an attack on their base. Take half the fleet and destroy this base. Otherwise they will take the battle to the skies and there will be even more civilian casualties."

"Understood! Kom'rk 2, 3 and 4, follow us!"

Atina watched them leave the formation on the scope and headed straight for Nevarro city.

"As soon as we arrive in the city, everyone wearing beskar will jump out and fight the Imps. Hit them where it hurts and lure them all together so our brave pilots can blast them with their ship's blastercanons. I will need a small team to come with me to save the covert."

"Sure thing, kih'vod!" Connor replied.

"This is Ghizma, count me in!"

The town was full of Imperials, you could even see the trooper's white plastid armor from hundreds of meters up high. The Mandalorians of Clan Eldar, who wore black, dark green and orange armor jumped out of the ships and engaged the stormtroopers in battle. The entire scene was a mess. Between all the fighting, civilians were fleeing into their houses or tried to find a way to the town's outskirts. Explosions in the streets and screams of terror filled the air. Atina gaped at the sight. She had never led a battle before and seeing all this destruction and death caused a cold shiver to run down her spine.

Fox put a reassuring hand on his daughter's shoulder. "This will be worth it. Once this town is freed from those Imps, it can finally thrive."

Grogu's ears flopped and he cooed in fear watching all this bloodshed through the viewport.

"Don't be afraid, little one. You're safe here. Atina, go rescue that covert. Take Clan Ordo with you."

"Alright, I should go. If any Imp should come close to the entrance to those sewers, blast them."

"I'll keep watch and stay close."

"This is Chuchi. Clan Ordo, follow me to the sewers to evacuate the covert!"

"Affirmative, heading your way!" a male voice replied. Atina stood up and grabbed her blaster carbine. Kartaz jumped on her shoulder, rubbing his face on her cheek, purring in contentment.

Fox took her place in the pilot's seat and went low enough Atina could simply jump off. She landed on a flat dirty roof and climbed down, going to the coordinates to the sewers Din had given her. The sound of jetpacks came closer and eleven Mandalorians from Clan Ordo arrived, wearing their black and gold armor with red and purple accents.

"Made contact with Chuchi, we're going in." their leader reported.

Connor and Ghizma arrived at the entrance to the sewers as well, red splatters of blood on their clothing and skin.

"Shit, are you guys alright?" Atina asked, ready to take her medpack.

"Not our blood, don't worry about us. It was no real challenge to be honest, these stormtroopers are awful shooters. I handled a blaster better than them back when I was only three." Ghizma scoffed.

"Why would anyone hide down there? It stinks, and we're not even down the ladder." Connor wrinkled his nose. Suddenly the sound of blaster fire came from the sewers.

"We better hurry!" Atina called. The Mandalorians used their jetpacks, jumping down into the sewers while Atina, Ghizma and Connor had to use the ladder.

"We're going in." Atina reported over comms.

"Affirmative, I'm ready to pick y'all up." Fox replied.

As they finally made it down to the sewers, stormtrooper corpses littered the floor. They simply followed the sound of the blasterfire and ended up in a mess of beskar and white plastid armor. Kartaz hissed and jumped on the nearest living stormtrooper who tumbled back, screaming, trying to get the tooka off his head. Ghizma didn't hesitate and shot straight through the trooper's heart.

Atina gaped at a particularly tall and strong Mandalorian with a blaster cannon who took on several troopers at once. As soon as the last one fell, Atina approached him. "We're here to help and evacuate you. Din Djarin sent us! How can we help?"

"Evacuate the foundlings, you will find them down this hallway!" He pointed at the way right behind Connor who just shot another trooper in the head. "On it!" he said.

"Ack! Those troopers are fucking vermin!" Ghizma cussed, breaking one's neck with a loud crack.

Atina took on more troopers, their numbers steadily declining. "Ghizma, catch!" She threw her medipack at her. "Give those who need it proper first aid and wait for me. We need to make sure nobody stays behind!"

"Sure thing!"

The tall blue armored Mandalorian, Paz Vizsla, approved. "You got a ride off world?"

"Waiting right outside!" They took on the last few remaining trooper's together with the other members of the covert and Clan Ordo.

At the end of the hallway was a forge with a woman wearing a golden Mandalorian helmet, beating the last trooper to death with her forging tools. "Armorer, this woman claims Din Djarin sent her and the other Mandalorians to help us escape. They have a ship waiting outside to take us off world."

"Then we have no time to lose."

"You guys know this covert, you will notice when someone's missing, right? We leave no one behind!"

"Paz Vizsla, help her and make sure everyone gets out of here. I will collect the remaining beskar and be right after you."

"Yes, armorer. Come on, friend of Djarin."

"The name's Atina, big guy."

Connor was leading the few children of this covert down the way they had come and watched them climb the ladder as the other Mandalorians systematically searched the entire sewers, also guiding the members of Clan Ordo through them while searching, so no one got lost. These sewers were truly a maze and to those unfamiliar with them, each hallway looked the same.

All Mandalorians gathered at the ladder that led to the market. Connor arrived with the children, and so did Atina and Paz Vizsla with a Mandalorian teenage boy in tow who had gotten lost in all the turmoil.

The Mandalorians of Clan Ordo were the first ones to ascent the ladder, helping those who were injured up, next were the children, and after them those with minor and no injuries. Thankfully everyone seemed to have made it out alive, with only a few severe injuries, nothing a bacta tank couldn't heal.

"Dad, we're out. Our mission was a success!"

"Great news, ad'ika. Hang on, I'm landing on the market. Took care of a few trooper's who tried to run."

The Endeavor came into sight. The children watched in astonishment at the freighter's size, meanwhile Clan Ordo returned to their Kom'rk starfighters.

"I have medical supplies on board. They should be sufficient." Atina said.

The Armorer stepped forward. "Thank you, friend. Our covert is in your debt."

"Thank Djarin for sending us. Last I checked he's engaged an Imperial Moff in battle on Ristea. He trusted us to save his covert."

"Armorer, I counted everyone once more, we're complete." Paz said as they watched the covert walk up the Endeavor's ramp, Atina followed them on board, leading those with heavy injuries into what used to be a room with bunks for her crew. They laid down on mats on the floor, the rest shared the bunks. Arfour approached her and beeped happily at her return.

"Hey there, buddy!" She chirped as she passed into the cockpit where she found her father with Grogu in his lap, showing him what each button on the console meant.

"Good to see you back in one piece. I just received a transmission from Clan Eldar, they completely destroyed the Imperial base. It came to a short additional battle with some TIE fighters, one of their ship's shields are down."

"As long as their hyperdrive works there's nothing to worry about."

Paz Vizsla and the Armorer came into the cockpit. "We are all aboard." the latter notified them. "May I ask where you intend to take us?"

"Kyrimorut, our home."

"Mandalore was destroyed during the Great Purge. It's cursed and toxic, how can Kyrimorut still exist?" Paz asked.

"Not everything was destroyed. And if there was anything cursed or toxic on Mandalore, we would already be dead."

"How can we trust in what you say?" Paz took a few menacing steps forwards, but Atina didn't back down, instead held eye contact with him through his visor.

"Din trusts us. He would never do anything to put his covert in danger. We were tasked with getting rid of the Imps on Nevarro and to free your covert."

"And you succeeded. Step down, Paz Vizsla. We owe them our gratitude and some of us even their lives." the Armorer said in a firm tone.

Fox had gotten tense at the way Paz towered over Atina to intimidate her, which of course, did not work. With a heavy sigh Paz took a few steps back and leaned against the bulkhead.

As the Endeavor left Nevarro, Fox flew the ship over Nevarro City. Most of the town was reduced to smoke and debris, and from afar they could see the citizens leaving their houses and hideouts, putting the many corpses on piles to burn them.

"That town will recover, I'm sure. People who manage to live in a place like this are resilient." Fox said as he noticed the empty look in his daughter's eyes as she took one last look at the ruins.

"We lived on Nevarro for quite some time. The people are rough, and as long as the cantina still stands, they will have a reason to live there and rebuild." Paz said, trying to read her body language. "Your first battle on a larger scale?" he asked.

"No, not at all. Just the first town that got destroyed because of it."

"I'll go look after the injured. Wanna join me, kid?" Fox asked. Grogu cooed, and as they left the cockpit he waved his little hand at Paz and the Armorer.

Atina made the jump to hyperspace and leaned back in the pilot's seat, yawning.

"Make yourselves at home. We have enough rations stored for all of you. Mandalore is several hours away."

Now that she didn't have to look at the destruction their attack had left anymore, a feeling of relief washed over her. Kartaz, whose gray fur had stains of blood on it that Atina figured wasn't his, settled on her lap, purring as she started to pet him and scratched his favorite spot behind his right ear. She could only hope that Din and Elora had just as much luck on Ristea, for now she was happy with the outcome of the battle she had been leading.

"Elora."

She heard the familiar voice of her force ghost guide as she came to, but where was she? The stars of the Galaxy surrounded her and a feeling of safety washed over her, like there was nothing in this Galaxy to worry about. In a bright blue light Ben appeared and held out his hand to pull Elora to her feet. She gasped in surprise as she could feel his touch. It felt warm as if kindness had turned into a physical form.

"What is this place?" She looked around with wide eyes when a thought struck her mind. "Am I…"

"No, you did not die. In your state of unconsciousness, your mind is in a state where it has merged with the force. This goes way beyond a Jedi's average connection to the force."

"And this is… unusual for a Jedi?"

"Highly unusual, yes."

"So this is all happening in my head… I'm - Hang on, you said I'm unconscious?! Din… Ristea… They need my help, how do I wake up?!" The feeling of safety the force provided was gone, now all she could feel was worry.

"You are in a dangerous situation at the moment, but for a yet unknown reason you are the strongest Jedi I have ever met. You're still learning to control your powers, but the danger that comes with it is not to be underestimated. Will you allow me to help you this one time?"

"Sure, what do you want me to do?"

Ben rubbed his chin in thought. "As a force ghost I can take over you and your powers for mere seconds. That will put you at an advantage, but I won't be able to help you any further to win this fight. This is something you, your partner and your allies will have to do."

Elora nodded. "Thank you for helping me, Ben. I appreciate it."

He chuckled and the Galaxy surrounding them became blurry, a warm white light was the last thing Elora saw as she went completely unconscious.

Din and the Mandalorians of Clan Kryze used their jetpacks to get out of the wall of dark troopers that surrounded them. They didn't know for how long they could fight against this new type of battle droid. They were outnumbered and Din had lost count how often a blaster bolt had hit him right in the beskar. He only knew one thing: He was willing to die to protect Elora from Gideon. So he tried to lure those deadly droids away from her cage.

It happened so suddenly, Din couldn't believe his eyes, and even Moff Gideon was taken aback. Elora got up in the matter of a second, spread her arms and she set a ground shattering wave of the force free with a loud scream leaving her. The cage fell apart like a card house and as she opened her eyes a bright light flooded through them, she looked like she was possessed. All this happened in the matter of a few seconds. She held out her hand and her lightsaber left Moff Gideon's belt and flew right into the hand of its rightful owner. The light in her eyes disappeared as the purple blade ignited. The droids were now focused entirely on eliminating her. She deflected every blaster bolt and started tearing the dark troopers apart either with her lightsaber or the force itself.

Moff Gideon grabbed the hilt of the dark saber, but instead of igniting it he decided against it as he saw how well and fluent Elora's movements with her weapon were. He was not force sensitive and his only protection was either scattered in the hallways of the palace or got torn to bits by a Jedi he had underestimated. He waited for the right moment where all Mandalorians were focused on helping Elora with the dark troopers to sneak out of the room and make his way to his light cruiser which was docking at the palace's landing platform. He was already thinking about making more plans to catch this Jedi. He wanted her blood at all costs, and he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

As the last dark trooper fell, Elora used her lightsaber to tear open the other cage's locking mechanism, freeing the royal family.

"Thank you so much! We hoped you would find a way to…take care of him." Princess Edie Jotraas said.

"Before the Empire our family had good ties with your kind. We are in your debt." the King spoke.

"N-no actually all this is my fault. If I hadn't pretended to be your daughter at the royal ball on Naboo, none of this would have happened. It's my fault that it came to this, and I'm here to apologize for my actions. Please forgive me, your majesties." Elora knelt in front of the royal family, tears of regret welling in her eyes. Then the princess put a hand on your shoulder.

"You don't know anything about our worlds, do you?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"The Empire has never left our system, even after the civil war ended. We have lived under their thumb as long as I can remember. You freed our worlds today, Master Jedi."

Elora was speechless until…

"He's gone! This kriffing hut'uun!" Bo-Katan cussed. "Maybe it's not too late to catch his light cruiser. She left the throne room to reach the platform before Moff Gideon Was able to take off.

"We owe you our lives. If there is anything we can do, anything you need, please tell us."

"Thank you for the kind offer." Din said, wiping blood that wasn't his off his chest plate.

"I can't think of anything right now, but we'll let you know should we need your help in the future. Allow your planets and their people to recover from the Empire's rule." Elora said, taking Din's hand in hers, as Clan Kryze came back, Bo-Katan with a sour expression on her face.

"He's gone! We should have put explosives on his light cruiser before infiltrating the palace. Finding him again could take months if not years."

Din thought about what Moff Gideon had said. "He wants Elora's blood. I'm sure we'll see him again soon enough. He now knows who he's dealing with, so next time he will likely be better prepared. He will only become more dangerous."

Elora sighed. "I won't hide if that's what you wanna imply. Let him come, I'm not afraid of him."

"Should you find him or vice versa, you know how to reach us. Your Majesties." Bo-Katan and her clan said their goodbyes, and so did Elora and Din.

Elora couldn't wait to be back in the safe hull of the old gunship, Grogu and Arfour with them, and she looked forward to the time she would spend with Din when the kid was asleep. But first they had to contact Atina as soon as possible for updates and return to Mandalore.

The jetpack flight back to the Razor Crest took only a few minutes, but it was enough time for Elora to tell Din what had happened while she had been unconscious. Din didn't know what to think, he witnessed through Elora how extremely powerful the force could become, was there a chance it could become a danger? The image of Elora with white light shining from her eyes burned itself in the back of his mind, he had been scared for her when he had seen her like this. The thought of losing her was unbearable to him.

Din always felt at home as soon as he walked up the ramp of the Razor Crest. Knowing Elora was safe and they all got away unscathed wasn't enough to calm his nerves. He needed to know Atina's status and commed her as soon as he sat down in the pilot's seat.

"Din! I'm so glad to hear from you. How's your operation on Ristea going?" Atina's voice sounded from the comm which Elora heard down in the hull and came into the cockpit to talk to their friend.

"Gideon got away, but we freed the royal family. The Ristea system is safe for now. What about my covert?"

"We left Nevarro a mess. Your covert is safe and sound on my ship. We're in hyperspace heading to Kyrimorut. They all made it out alive, but we have some pretty bad injuries here. I already commed Ruusaan to make space in the medcenter."

"And the kid?" Elora asked.

"I think you're lucky if my dad gives him back to you. He has grown very fond of the little green womp rat." You could hear her smile in her voice.

"Get yourself your own foundling, Grogu is ours!" Elora laughed, throwing a glance at Din as she sensed the massive relief he felt, knowing his covert made it out alive and that Grogu was fine. He typed in the coordinates for Kyrimorut as they left Ristea's atmosphere and jumped to hyperspace.

He eyed her blood stained tunic. "You should put those in the washer. Try to get some rest."

She stood up and put her hand on the side of his helmet, brushing her thumb over the shiny beskar and rested her forehead against his. "You worry about me. About what you saw, don't you?"

Din hesitated before answering. "I don't want to lose you, cyare. I couldn't protect you today, I- I am so sorry."

Elora knelt in front of him, finding his eyes behind the black of his visor. "I don't need protection, Din. As long as the force is my ally, I trust it to help me defend myself. And should I die one day it will either be of old age, or I will fight for my life till my dying breath. You didn't fail, Din. None of you did. Moff Gideon has escaped, but I doubt we have seen the last of him. We will defeat him, and Bo-Katan will get her precious weapon back."

Elora took a seat in Din's lap, facing him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his musky scent. "The force is like a tool you use in everyday life and in battle. It is to me what armor and weapons are to you. It would never harm me, Din." she assured him, brushing his shawl aside to pepper the side of his neck with kisses. Din sighed in contentment, letting his hands wander over her back.

"The things I would do to you right now if we were alone on board." Din said in a raspy voice.

"Once we're back on our space travels, my dear." she cooed. "Life day is coming up. My tribe doesn't celebrate it. What about your covert?"

"No, I never celebrated it either. The only thing my covert celebrates is when children become old enough to take the Creed."

"What about birthdays? Weddings?"

"No birthdays, and Mandalorian weddings are private, between two partners only… If you want to celebrate life day, we'll find a perfect place to do so. I think after all this we deserve a break."

"I would love that" Din melted at Elora's smile and wished they could stay like this forever, holding each other.

It always felt surreal breaking through the cloudy atmosphere of Mandalore and seeing this green spot of land in the mountains that was Kyrimorut. The Endeavor had already landed on the forest clearing, the Razor Crest landing right next to it. Din and Elora saw injured Mandalorians being carried down the ramp of the ship on hover stretchers. Din recognized their helmets.

Elora had used the fresher and changed into a black tunic and beige pants.

Kyrimorut was a bit crowded with Din's covert, the additional Mandalorian clans who supported the rescue mission and the locals. The situation wouldn't last long though as Clan Ordo, Clan Eldar and Clan Kryze were saying their goodbyes. As soon as those with injuries were patched up, they left to their Kom'rk starfighters which were parked on top of the hill near Bardan Jusik's house.

It took Din a while to find the golden helmet of the Armorer in the mass of Mandalorians at the town center. Atina stood next to her with Arfour. Grogu sat in his pram and let out a joyful squeal upon seeing Din and Elora move through the crowd. Din picked the kid up who patted his chest plate and rested his head against it.

"Din Djarin, your friends have proven to be trustworthy allies. We would have lost many lives if they wouldn't have fought side by side with us."

"I'm glad the plan worked out."

"We even managed to destroy an Imperial facility on Nevarro in the process." Atina grinned.

"Imps are like desert roaches. They will find a way to return in greater numbers." Elora frowned.

"That's why our covert cannot stay here. We need to find a new place to hide. We owe the town of Kyrimorut our thanks, but these people do not walk the Mandalorian way. We do not fit in here."

Elora thought for a moment. "Does it have to be sewers? Would a cave do too? There's a system of caves in Arvala-7 and only Jawas know it's whereabouts, including me."

"Is this planet safe?" the Armorer asked.

"The most dangerous creature I know of was the mudhorn Din killed. So it should be quite safe now. I have to talk to my tribe, they might be willing to help you guys settle in, getting to know the local flora and fauna."

"Are you serious?" Din asked. "Can your tribe be trusted not to steal their beskar?"

Elora nodded. "I swear on the name of my clan. There will be peace between the Mandalorians and Jawas."

The Armorer agreed to Elora's idea. They planned to leave as soon as those with the worst injuries had undergone their bacta treatment. Elora looked forward to seeing her family again. She had been away for half a year, and it felt a lot longer to her. In these six months her life had changed so much. Her powers had become a lot stronger, she was learning how to write Aurebesh and most of all, she had fallen in love with a man she used to hate for being Mandalorian. At the beginning of her journey she never would have guessed she would actually befriend the Mandalorian bounty hunter, let alone more of his kind. And yet there she was, feeling nothing but love and affection for Din Djarin. Her tribe would be surprised about the changes she had gone through for sure.

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extravaguk · 3 years

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pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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hey there. i am new here so i don't know much. could you please do something fluffy where the reader is a doctor and bucky comes to her house after fighting with some dudes. All he wants is sex but she takes care of his wounds. and it ends with a smut. by the way i love your work. 💞

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You were in the middle of watching whatever sitcom was being aired, at this point there’s too many to keep track, when loud and hard knocks boomed through the quiet apartment. You set your snack down and walked to the door wondering who could possibly be a guest in the dead night.

“Buck?” you answered the door to see the gorgeous man clutching his side.

“Did you get my text?” he asked quickly.

“No, I’m sorry I- uh I didn’t-”

“Doesn’t matter,” he barged through your door.

“Is everything alrig-” Bucky interrupted you mid sentence grabbing your throat and pulling you into a deep and messy kiss.

“God, I need you so fucking bad,” he mumbled against your lips; of you which you gladly leaned into to give him what he needed.

You slipped your hands around his waist when he suddenly flinched and breathed in harshly through his gritted teeth. You took his hand away from your throat and assessed his state clearly understanding he was in no shape to have sex; at least not now.

“What happened?” you asked worriedly.

“Nothing, I just need you,” he tried to lean in again but you dodged his kiss moving under his arm to grab a first aid.

“Y/n, I don’t need whatever it is you're getting. Super soldier, remember?” he chuckled breathlessly

“Oh, I remember, Sargent. Which is why…” you emerged from the bathroom with first aid and a bottle of alcohol and peroxide in hand, “the sooner we patch you up, the faster you’ll heal.”

“Ok, doctor,” he said sarcastically.

“Excuse me, don’t mock my title,” you grinned.

“Not only can I assist you in need sexual frustration or as you call it, your personal fuck buddy, but I help you out when you come me to looking like the goddamn crypt keeper covered in blood,” you smiled sarcasically, which made Bucky chuckle.

“Now take your shirt off, let me assess the damage.”

When he did there was a huge gash spilling blood on the side of his ribs. Bruise and cuts litter his stomach and chest, even his arms. You gasped and your heart ached for him and even though he wasn’t in immense pain because of the serum, the fact that this is what it took for him to be in any pain scared you.

“Did you really think you could get away with fucking me in this condition?” you asked; you were upset.

“I didn’t want to worry you. Besides it doesn’t hurt anymore and I’m gonna stop bleeding,” he brushed off.

“Fuck you, Bucky. Didn’t want to worry me my ass. And if you stained every surface in my apartment?”

“I’ll buy you a new apartment,” he smiled, his beautiful stunning smile, shit.

“Fuck off,” you said making him chuckle.

You swiped the blood away gently with a towel soaked in peroxide. You applied a bit of triple antibiotic ointment on his smaller cuts even though it was unlikely they’d become infected but you took precaution nonetheless.

Bucky watched you with soft eyes. He thought about when you said the he called you his ‘personal fuck buddy’. It didn’t sit right with him anymore. His face held a somber look and you looked up at him concerned.

“Are you ok?” you said softly.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

You took an emergency stitching kit and although everything comes pre sterilized you poured the alcohol over the curved needle and threaded it through the bruised skin. Bucky tensed under your cold hands and flinched at the first stitch. Your head instantly shot up to make sure he was alright.

“I’m ok, angel,” he reassured.

You continued to stitch his wound expertly and yet again he flinched ever so slightly but you caught immediately apologizing.

“Doll, it’s ok. It’s like a little pinch, relax.”

“I’m sorry; I don’t usually have to do this to people I care about,” you said smoothly as if it was something you always said; you care about him.

“Well, don’t worry too much about me, darling,” he smirked.

“Hey, I have every right to worry about the man I fool around with,” you said playfully.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Bucky laughed. You finished stitching his wound and cleaning any areas to prevent infections and grabbed a cloth bandage to place over it in case it bleeds again.

“There. Do you need anything else? Water? Food; are you hungry?” you stood up.

“Not for food,” he said lowly, making your stomach flip.

“You’re still horny?” you played off the butterflies.

“Only for you darling, you’re addictive,” he moved his hands under your large shirt easily.

“No, you're insatiable,” you threw back.

“Yet you feed my desperate appetite.”

“Shall I stop then?”

“If you had the willpower, you would’ve by now. Maybe you’re just as addicted as I am,” he leaned in.

“Maybe I am,” you whispered.

“Well? Are you gonna stop me?” he teased.

“Of course not.”

Bucky crashed his lips against yours hungrily and you melted against his body perfectly. His hands squeezed your sides gently making you smile and Bucky picked you up and carried you to the bedroom; a place he knew like the back of his hand, so many nights spent with you that he cherished more than he’d like to admit.

When he got to the bedroom you released your feet down to the floor and Bucky helped you land gracefully. You grabbed his hand and led to sit comfortably on your bed. You kissed him passionately and soon after slowly kneeled to the ground in front of him. Bucky’s lust-blown eyes hungrily drank you in as you sank to the floor.

“You don't have to-”

“Uh-uh, you need to relax and let me take care of you, baby,” you rubbed his thighs slowly making Bucky squirm under you.

You pulled his pants down his legs and pressed light kisses to his thighs before grabbing his hard cock in your hand. You pumped up and down in your hand and Bucky’s head fell back and he sighed pleasurably

You licked the underside of his cock and Bucky moaned; he was already turning into putty in your hands and you barely touched him. You circled your tongue around the swollen tip before placing the head inside your mouth. You tried your best to breathe steadily through your nose as you sucked hard, hollowing your cheeks around his dick.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Bucky threaded his hand thorugh your hair and pulled you further down on his length.

Your hand pumped for what you couldn’t take in your mouth and you moaned around his cock. The vibrations from your throat made Bucky climax and spurts of hot ribbons of cum shot down your throat. You pulled away from him and Bucky’s legs trembled subtly. Cum dripped down the side of your chin and you swiped it into your mouth and sucked on your fingers seductively staring into his eyes making Bucky groan lowly.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he pulled close and kissed you sildly he could taste himself on your tongue and he instantly became hard again.

You practically tore your shirt and pants off, pouncing on Bucky playfully. He laughed before kissing you again and flipping you delicately onto your back. He kissed your neck and collarbones gingerly, his hands roaming around your naked body.

His thigh pressed between yours and he could feel the wetness from your core spreading across his skin. Your fingertips grazed his sides as you sighed from his soft lips against your burning skin. Bucky’s hands fell between your bodies and pumped his cock a couple times before lining up with your slick entrance.

His tip flicked your sensitive clit ever so subtly and just that alone made your entire body jerk. You could feel the puffs of air escape Bucky in the crook of your neck as he chuckled.

“Bucky, please,” you whimpered.

“Please what, baby? What do you want; tell me,” he whispered against your ear.

“Fuck me, please. Bucky, I need you,” your nails clawed at his skin on his back and Bucky hissed immediately pushing into you passed your folds.

His thrusts weren’t exactly soft but they weren’t quick. It was the perfect tempo, rutting into you roughly and slowly. His hips snapping against yours harshly surely to leave bruises to commemorate his time spent with you.

You moans were loud against Bucky’s ear but he loved every second of it. He loved hearing you fall apart under him; so much he perked his head up and watched your beautiful features contort in pleasure caused by him and only him. Your body moving against his like a ragdoll as he had his way with you just like you always let him.

Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s torso pulling closer to you. He started hitting a new angle of which made your eyes roll back and your back arched. His grunts mixed with your high pitched moans and echoed throughout the entire apartment.

Bucky cupped your face softly with his metal hand and traced your lips as he continued to thrust into you. His thumb passed your lips into your mouth and your eyes flashed a sparkle of mischievous as you began to suck on his thumb. Your tongue circled his thumb as you had done to his dick not so long ago and Bucky groaned at the erotic sight.

You released his metal thumb with an exasperated pop and Bucky crashed his lips down to you. The bed under you two shook and hit the wall; surely to annoy the hell out of any neighbors home in the late hours, which was more than likely.

“Fuck, Bucky! I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered.

“Cum baby. I’m right behind you, doll,” he pressed his forehead against yours looking into your eyes intimately.

Your entire body shook against his. You saw stars in your eyes, your toes curled, your back arched; you felt euphoric. When you came down from your high you opened your eyes and found those special blue eyes, the ones you simultaneously sought comfort and desire in.

Bucky looked down on you with a small smile before leaning down again to kiss you faintly before cleaning the both you up generously. He went to gather his clothes and for a moment you reminded yourself that he wasn’t yours, he didn’t live here, he had to go now; just like always.

“Bucky, will you be alright?” you asked gingerly.

“Um,” he looked down at his gash that no longer held those badnages you carefully placed and simply revealed his already scarring flesh that you expertly stitched up; you were a doctor after all.

“I should probably stay, you know in case I need your help,” he said shyly; it was suggestive because you and him both knew that he wasn’t going to need help, he was going to be in perfect condition again by morning but neither of you could say goodbye to each other.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” you said timidly.

Bucky smiled softly and crawled back into bed with you. He pulled your warm naked body against his and you practically melted into his side. You fit like a perfect puzzle piece. His hand caressed your side bringing goosebumps to skin and you chuckled when Bucky realized what he did.

“Stop, that tickles,” you said muffled as your head was buried shyly into the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“What?” he feigned innocence.

“Fuck off,” you both laughed breathlessly.

There was a moment of silence that rested between you two. What you had was quite domestic but you weren’t in a relationship. Without the other knowing, you both thought about what life could be like for the two of you if you did say the words.

“Y/n,” he whispered.

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you something?” he whispered, you instantly knew what he was going to say; you felt it.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” you cupped his face, “I do.”

Bucky kissed you and gently rubbed his nose against yours before asking, “Can you say it again?”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you so much,” you curled your fingers in his tangled hair.

“Oh god, please, again,” he practically moaned.

“I love you. I love you. I love you, Bucky.”

You leaned back to look at him and noticed tears brimming his eyes; you gently wiped them away kissing his cheeks. This feeling was entirely new to him. He felt overwhelmed a bit but he loved you so much it was all he could think about right now. He didn’t exactly know when he really fell in love but it didn’t matter because here you were in his arms, actually his, and he wasn’t gonna let you go. Not a million years.

“I love you.”

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eddiemunson-thehero · 3 years

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hey there I've an idea for a bucky request, just an idea though if you don't wanna write it that's completely fine! : ) so im thinking super angst with a sprinkle of fluff maybe? bucky either has a nightmare or some type of episode as the winter solider and attacks reader but doesn't remember doing it, then when he sees reader again he keeps pestering her asking what happened to her bcuz he can see that she's injured. she doesn't want him to feel bad so she tries her best not to tell him but he keeps asking and wanting to talk to her to see if she's okay and she eventually tells him that he did it

Why of course! I hope this is something along the lines of what you requested. I ended up getting a bit carried away hahaha.

Here is Line Without A Hook

You, Bucky, and the rest of the team had just returned from a grueling mission infiltrating a Hydra base in Russia. To be expected Bucky was a bit shaken by being back there, he was quiet most of the ride back in the Quinjet. Deciding that a nice scalding long shower would not only ease your tension but also Bucky’s, you began to light sweet smelling candles along the sink and warm two towels in the dryer.

“Bucky come here my love,” you called out as you were discarding your tactical gear and stepping into the shower. After a few minutes of no response from your blue-eyed lover, you peek your head around the shower curtain, glancing around the room in search of Bucky. Not being able to find him made your heart drop to the depths of your body, slipping out of the shower, wrapping your body in a towel, setting off to find him.

When you enter your shared bedroom that is attached to the bathroom your nerves settle, finding your lover stationed stagnant on the bed as if he had fallen asleep sitting up. You walk over and place your hand on his shoulder, only to be met with his metal hand gripping your wrist, twisting your arm behind your back and up against his chest.

“Bucky what’s going on?” you question, confused by the sudden force of violence he has used upon you. Apparently talking to him wasn’t the right move, seeing as you were now being shoved face-first against your bedroom wall, picture frames falling down from the force, glass shattering around the two of you. Gashes and cuts litter your face as blood begins to trickle down, seeping its way onto the white towel.

Your blood begins to run cold, soon realizing what exactly was going on, the mission had affected Bucky more than he had let on, more than you had realized. Being back in the cold of Russia, in the Hydra base had weakened Bucky, letting The Winter Soldier take main control of his mind and body. Struggling against the grasp that he had on you was no use, as the Soldat roughly turns you around shoving your back against the wall, bringing his metal appendage to wrap around your throat. Before his grasp became too tight you let out a blood-curdling scream, hoping someone would hear and come to your rescue. Black spots begin to speckle across your vision, breathing becoming more ragged as your limp body falls from the grasp of your lover.

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Bright shining lights, hushed conversations, and the scent of sterilized tools are what you awoke to. Blinking slowly, allowing your eyes to adjust to the light you saw that you were in the infirmary located in the compound. Steve and Nat were at the door, indulging in a hushed conversation that you weren’t able to make out. Gently raising your body to sit up caused alarms to sound on the countless monitors that you were hooked up to, which made Steve and Nat’s heads whip around to see your terrified eyes.

Steve rushed to your side, “Y/N, are you okay? How are you feeling?”

You opened your mouth to speak, only to realize the tightness and dryness in your throat. Slowly you reached over to grasp the cup of water next to your bed, bringing it to your lips carefully, gulping down its contents quickly. “I’m okay, what happened” you rasped.

“You don’t remember?” Nat questioned, leading you to shake your head no. “Bucky attacked you, something from the mission…” she hesitated, “caused him to lose control on his mind and body, allowing for the Winter Soldier to resurface.”

“Where is he?” you didn’t care what had happened to you, bruises and cuts would heal with time, the emotional turmoil this would cause Bucky would simply break him. You needed to get to him before he realized what the Winter Soldier had done to you, ripping out your IV and removing your nose cannula, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed ready to find him.

Steve grasped your arm, pulling you back into bed, “He’s in bed, he hasn’t woken up yet, he doesn’t know…”

“Don’t tell him,” you begged, “Please don’t tell him, he will never forgive himself, let me handle it.” Steve and Nat shared a concerning glance between each other before slowly nodding, knowing that if and when Bucky finds out what happened, he would never forgive himself and would surely disappear.

After a few hours of tests, you were discharged and were able to go back to your room. Walking down the hallway your breath hitched as you hesitated opening up the door to your shared bedroom with your lover. Hearing his soft snores is what pulled you from the trance, twisting the knob and slipping in quietly. Discarding your clothing in the laundry basket, you crawled your way into bed, next to the man you recognized, smiling peacefully to yourself, you know in your heart that you two will be able to overcome this, as long as he never finds out he was the one to inflict so much harm upon you.

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The next morning you awoke to soft feather-light kisses being pressed along your spine. Contently you rolled over to snuggle closer to the warmth that radiated off of Bucky, welcoming arms encased you bringing you closer to his chest. Opening your eyes and slowly looking up at Bucky, you heard him inhale harshly, eyes filled with terror and worry. “What the hell happened to you doll?” he stuttered.

“Oh you don’t remember?” you questioned hesitantly, “I got caught up during the mission, some Hydra agents got to me but, you rescued me, my knight in shining armor you.” Letting out a breath you did not know you were holding, you stared at Bucky, praying to God that he believed you.

“No, I don’t remember that, I don’t remember much of the mission…” he trailed off, looking at you questionably. Slowly removing yourself from his grasp, you left the warmth of your bed, extending a hand out to him. “Come on, let's go eat,” you whispered, hoping he would drop the subject. Bucky intertwined his hand with yours, pulling himself out of bed, trekking down the hall to the kitchen where Steve, Nat, and Tony were chatting over breakfast.

“Good morning everyone,” cheerfully you skipped over to the fridge to get out the jam while Bucky grabbed the bread and peanut butter for your breakfast meal.

“Y/N what the hell happened to you?” Tony gasped when your mangled neck and face came into view.

“Oh nothing, just a few scratches from the mission, don’t worry I’m okay,” you replied, hoping everyone would just drop the subject.

“It wasn’t on the debrief, I read it just a few moments ago, care to explain this?” you felt four sets of eyes on you as you slowly turned around, hesitating on your next sentence you locked eyes with Nat and Steve wordlessly begging them for their help.

“Doll…” Bucky moved slowly near you, grabbing both of your hands, pulling you to look at him but, you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. Steve and Nat ushered Tony out of the kitchen with hushed whispers. A metal hand reached under your chin, lifting it and making you hold eye contact with Bucky. You open your mouth to start to try and explain but nothing comes out as tears slip down your cheeks. That was an answer enough for Bucky, to realize that the gashes and cuts on your face, the bruise that cascaded down your neck was him. “Did I…” Bucky’s eyes shifted to the floors, dropping your hands from his as he began to step back from you.

“Buck, honey it’s okay I’m okay,” you rushed out moving towards him, which only caused him to back himself up against the wall away from you. “It wasn’t you, this wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know how going there would affect you, no one could have predicted this.” As soon as those words slipped from your lips he was gone, rushing away from you.

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You didn’t see Bucky for the rest of the day, you decided to give him the space he needed, hoping that by the end of the night he would come back to you. Wait, that was all you were able to do. When dusk fell your day spent walled up in your room became unbearable, you slipped out of bed, letting your legs carry you to the living room of the compound where you found Steve. Sitting next to him startled him, causing him to look up at you with glossy bloodshot eyes.

“Steve, where’s Bucky?” you question, unsure why the soldier broke down in front of you. Mindlessly you wrapped your arms around him, cooing gently to him.

“He’s gone…” he muttered, “Bucky left this afternoon, to Wakanda.” Steve glanced up at you to see a play-by-play of your heart-shattering. “Shuri said she could get the Winter Soldier program out of him within some time, so he left.”

Wordlessly you curled into Steve’s arms, slowly realizing that the love of your life left you, without even saying goodbye or a promise of returning.

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drasin · 3 years

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I got the urge to write some shortfic. This time I used a prompt generator for it, but I thought I could write the next ones at your request.

So if you have something in mind, feel free to send me requests.

Ideas can be general, or more specific. You can write how you want it to end or be surprised by what I can come up with. I accept Johnny/Erron and Kano/Kabal.

In other words, whatever comes to your mind, except smut, cause Tumblr is family friendly kids 😏

Two more guards walked down the hallway chatting with each other. Johnny took the opportunity to get out of hiding and sneak up behind them as quietly as possible. A moment later he reached an empty room. He looked around for safety and closed the door behind him to think about what to do next.

Sneaking around the Black Dragon facility was risky, even more so when the plan was starting to fall apart. Several of Kano's squads had returned earlier than expected and the place was now swarming with enemies. To make things worse, his communicator was out of range.

Now he needs to come up with something quickly, cause if he gets spotted it will be a real problem. And every further moment of delay threatened exactly that.

"Shit" He cursed quietly frustrated. The room in which he ended up was small, but the next wall also had a door. He approached it with a careful step and opened it slightly to see what appeared to be his desired exit and a group of armed mercenaries.

He quickly assessed his chances at about two to the impossible. There were far too many of them. However, he didn't have many options right now. If he ran he could break through to the outside and catch a signal to the communicator. His squad had set up camp a safe distance away, but not that far. If he was lucky he might be able to wait out the backup.

At worst he would end up as a sieve, but he probably had no other choice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Cage tensed instantly when the muffled voice reached his ears and a strange hand landed on his shoulder.

Without thinking too long he immediately moved to self-defense.

With a quick, practiced motion, he grabbed his attacker's hand, then turned around, twisted it and aimed his fist as hard as he could at his opponent's face. Hoping to immediately stun him.

"Fuck." As it turned out his opponent was none other than Erron Black. The curse that he threw out of was still only a whisper, though filled with pain. Johnny took a fighting stance, but the man quickly stopped him by raising one hand in the air. "Wait. Fuck." He groaned and straightened up without even hiding the fact that the punch he just got was a decent one. "I want to help you."

Johnny was surprised but didn't lose his vigilance. "What? Why should I trust you?" He asked keeping a safe distance. And in Black's case, a safe distance was one in which he could react adequately if the man decided to use any of his revolvers.

"For example, because you just broke my nose, and I haven't made up my mind yet." He growled through clenched teeth, keeping his hand on his mask. On the outside, they could hear the arrival of more mercenaries. "I don't think you have any better options."

Cage watched Erron as he walked behind the desk that was in the room, then he leaned down and disappeared. "Come on, unless you'd rather stay here."

The soldier walked over to where he had last seen the mercenary, and to his eyes appeared a trapdoor in the floor. He still took a moment to wonder if it was a good idea to follow the cowboy, when suddenly an alarm sounded in the facility.

This meant that Kano had just realized that one of his loot was missing. So with a quick decision, he descended the ladder and closed the hatch behind him.

"You can relax. This tunnel has been out of use for a long time, so they're unlikely to look for you here." Erron was already sitting at the ground leaning against the wall. "At the end is a hidden exit. Five hundred meters from the base."

Johnny wanted to say something, or maybe ask, but his attention was distracted by the man's face. His mask lay covered in blood on the ground and Black was just fixing his nose. A slight crunch was followed by a quiet hiss as well. He tilted his head back, massaging the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A trickle of blood ran down his mouth and chin, leaving marks on his dark blue shirt.

Now Cage completely forgot what he wanted to say. However, he decided to move closer to the mercenary and crouch down in front of him. "The bleeding shouldn't be directed inward." He said, reaching into one of the pouches by his pants for some sterile gauze.

Black followed his instruction and straightened his head looking after Cage's hands.

Johnny, used to treating soldiers from his squad, reflexively wiped the blood from the Erron's chin himself. He ran the cotton wool up over his lips until he reached his nose to stop the bleeding. During the whole process he stared at the always covered part of the cowboy's face. Now he realized he was seeing it for the first time.

And somehow it just... fits him. The shapely jaw, lips expressing indifference, and the slight stubble that scratched at his fingertips.

Finally, Erron's hand snapped him out of his trance. A leather gloves touched his fingers to hold the bandage himself. "Thanks." The mercenary muttered and then their eyes met.

Johnny withdrew his own hand somewhat awkwardly and coughed.

"So why did you actually help me when you work for Kano?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I was working for him. I just gave a... resignation, calling him all sorts of things at the same time." One of the corners of his mouth went up, which didn't escape Cage's notice. "So when I saw you it was honestly more driven by a desire to make him angry than altruism."

Johnny let out a sincere sound of amusement. "Well, what I stole from him is sure to enrage him." The slight smile didn't leave his face. "So why don't you come with me?" He asked a bit uncertainty, and when Black threw him a questioning glance he added; "Well if you still want to get on his nerves, I'm sure there will be some work for you."

Erron smiled a little wider. "Sure, I was going to start sending out resumes anyway."

Johnny now more calmly got up from the ground and reached out his hand towards the mercenary. The man accepted the help and allowed the soldier to pull him to his feet.

"Oh, and sorry about the nose." He added after a moment deeming it appropriate.

"Forget it. I asked for it." Black grabbed his mask and with the rest of the clean gauze he wiped off the blood. Luckily for Cage, his nose quickly stopped bleeding. "Or possibly you'll still have time to pay me back." He said hiding a soft smile back behind his mask.

Cage returned the playful look. "Certainly."

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kamosweasley · 4 years

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Once Upon A Dream (George Weasley x Reader)

Description : fluff prompt "Everything I ever wanted is right in front of me" & Disney song prompt, Once Upon A Dream from The Sleeping Beauty for @wand3ringr0s3 writing challenge

Word's count : 1.7K

Author's note :

• It's my first fic in English, I hope isn't that bad and if you have any advices I'll be happy to read it :)

• English isn't my first language so there must be a lot of mistakes, I'm sorry but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway

Since the announcement of the Yule Ball, you have been dreaming of this night. For one night, everybody wears their prettiest outfits and comes dancing in the Great Hall decorated as never seen before. Everything screamed for an incredible and unforgivable night, the type that you want to remember forever, even more when you're going with your boyfriend.

-You look stunning.

-Shut up and dance.

Slow dance with George is more of a tournament task than a pleasure, he doesn’t stop talking and you see how energetic and distracted he is since the beginning. This man didn’t care about the dance, he got something else on his mind. And to be honest you don’t really want to know what, as his friend and now his girlfriend you’ve learned to let him mind his business with Fred. From time to time you like to be part of one of his pranks but it’s too much trouble to always know what’s going one with these two. But you should have guessed that Yule Ball was the perfect occasion for the « Double Trouble » to do something special.

-You’re so mean. How I could fall in love with you ?

-If I listen to you, I’m a wonderful baddie, sooooo funny and pretty. I remember one day you said that you’re addicted to me, I kind of like that information.

-Remind me not to compliment you that much anymore. You start to become a bitch.

-Now you’re the meanest one. Why did I accepted to be your girlfriend ?

-Just wait, and you’ll remember …

-Why does it sounds so secret ? You’re gonna pull a prank tonight ? During the Yule Ball ? I hope it will not ruin my dress.

-It’s really the only thing you scared about ? Not ruining your dress ?

-Honey, I know you and I know what you’ll do.

His bright smile warms your heart in a second, you know exactly why you fell in love at first sight. This man is a cutie even if he denies it, he’s so soft that you couldn’t do anything but fall for him.

A new music starts to be played by the orchestra, you need a second to recognize the song. Your eyes widen and you look at them before looking at George, in shock.

-It’s Once Upon A Dream ! You know, my favorite song from Sleeping Beauty, the muggle tale I showed you last Christmas !

-Of course I know. Would you be my princess for this dance darling ?

He puts his hand on your waist and the other one holds your hand, you start dancing, starring in each others’ eyes. You can’t help but gloat inwardly, it’s a little girl’s dream come true. How many times have you imagined meeting a prince and dancing with him while singing these words ? Maybe it's not in a forest and your date is not a prince (after all, you're not a princess either) but it’s better than you’ve ever dreamed. Share this moment with your boyfriend, wearing a beautiful gown and knowing that he loves you … It’s perfect.

The orchestra plays to perfection and the singer has a soft voice like Aurora, your only regret is that this song is too short. If this moment could last forever, you wouldn't hesitate to stay in it. It's so pleasant to dance with George, his hands are warm and hold you tight with softness, he looks at you with devotion, and a bit of pride. His jaw dropped when he saw you come out of the common room in your pale pink silk dress, he was hit by your beauty, finding you radiant. And with you as his dance partner for the whole night, his heart is full of love and admiration for his favorite person : you.

-I can’t believe they know it ! It’s from a muggle movie, I don’t know anybody here who knows this movie, unless the muggleborns and some halfbloods of course.

-And me, you made me watch it so many times I think I can recite the story in my sleep.

-That’s true. But you have to ! And this song is so romantic, I love it !

-I know. Why do you think they played it ?

-Oh my God ! It’s you, you told them to play it ?

It’s way better than any prank, no matter how fun it could’ve been. Because it means that when he heard about the Yule Ball, he thought about searching for the partitions and lyrics of the song in purpose to ask the orchestra and the singer to play it, just because he knows you love it and it will make you so happy. That’s why you say he’s a cutie, this man just gives you your favorite song from your childhood to dance with him, your lovely boyfriend. Your heart melts again, you hug him with tears in your eyes. It means so much to you. He cares, he truly cares.

-Thank you Georgie.

-You’re welcome, love. We have danced the best slow of our life, until the one for our wedding of course.

-Calm down big man, we’re only 16. You should not promise to marry me, I may become crazy and chase you around in a wedding dress if we break up beforehand. Even worse if I find out you want to marry someone else.

-Bloody hell, could you tell me why I would do this ? Why would I want to break up and marry anybody else ? Everything I’ve ever wanted is right in front of me.

-Oh babe ! Do you feel good ? Any fever ? You have strange words …

-Aren’t you the hopeless romantic in this relationship ? Don’t you dream of marrying me and be the mother of my children ?

-As I said, we’re 16. Right now all I want is to get out of the school with my N.E.W.T. and to dance with you.

-As Phillip and Aurora ?

-Great idea ! What if we go into a corridor to dance and sing like in the movie ? Oh please George, I have a gown ! I will be princess Aurora and you prince Phillip, it would be just like a dream !

-So, you saw me once upon a dream ?

He can’t resist your puppy eyes, seeing in it the little girl in a princess dress dreaming awake in front of her favorite movie. Holding your hand, smirking at you, you leave the Great Hall together. The crowd is thick, full of couples dancing as in a movie, making your exit even more difficult. Tracing your path as in a maze, the fresh winter air cools on your naked arms as you enter the hall. Almost running, you follow him to an aisle of the castle far enough so that you can no longer hear the music or the students. George let go of your hand and leaned against a wall with his arms folded, his gaze fixed on you. Acting isn’t a thing you do often, even less for something so personal. Your cheeks blush as you approach him, uttering in a slightly trembling voice :

-I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we’ve met before.

-You’re sure ?

-I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

You start dancing, his hands on your waist and yours on the back of his neck, spinning in circles with lightness. You sing without an ounce of shyness, with a euphoric heart and sparkling eyes. It’s so easy to feel comfortable with him, he’s a simple man who doesn’t judge, he’s pure kindness. He encourages you every single day, at any time with words, glances, winks or the most appropriate thing for the moment. You know that you’re lucky to have him.

George makes you spin at the end of the song, making you both giggle. He loves the way he makes you smile with simple things as a sarcastic joke or dancing together in a deserted area of a castle. It’s a thing he truly loves about you, your cheerful personality that makes you smile and laugh almost all day long, even if some people don't see you as a funny and happy girl. He understands you better than anyone, it's a pride he only brags about to Fred when you're not around to hear it. And if anybody at school saw you right now, laughing against him and lost in his gaze, this person would understand why you got his heart. You slowly become calm and quiet again, staring at each other. You feel good in his arms.

-I love you.

-And I know it’s true.

-Shut up and kiss me.

-I love you too.

Your lips meet, your head tilted back to be able to kiss him. He's so tall, making a simple kiss an occasion to put you on your tiptoes as he bends over so your faces meet. You’ve never told him but you love this height difference, you feel protected in his arms.

He puts a lock of your hair behind your ear, then his deep voice raises in the silence of your own tale's castle. George isn't a man who sings often, he hummed a lot but you heard him singing like two or three times since you’ve met him. This night just keeps getting more special.

-I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar, a gleam.

You start dancing again together, just holding by a hand this time, hopping like children all the way around. There is nothing conventional anymore, just two lovers having fun not minding the party downstairs. This connection between you two reappears, it started quickly when you became friends. You always follow him in his jokes, sarcastic discussions, crazy thoughts, sterile debates, sometime in his pranks with Fred, and he did the same with you. This is your own love language, maybe your hearts are beating the same rhythm since that day, when you have found in each other your half.

You know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem, but you know him and his love for you, the same as the one you have for him.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fic #george weasley imagine #wand3ring1.9kchallenge

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned (Part Nine)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: violence, blood imagery

Context: The first of the SRS has arrived, but thankfully not in large numbers.

A/N: hopefully I'll have a more Halloween-esque part to this out next weekend, so stay tuned for that!😁💛

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A shiver runs through my body as I move silently through the back streets of Santa Carla, my hand resting on the gun holstered at my hip, gloved fingers tapping lightly on the deadly weapon as if in anticipation, my muscles taut and ready to spring into action. Unsurprisingly, a cool wind is blowing through town, the late October chill easily seeping into my new, stolen black denim jacket, the new outfit the boys found for me acting as a suitable disguise, seeing as the SRS uniform from before is a little too conspicuous, though the chains rattling quietly by my thigh are a little distracting, and the studs adorning the variety of clothes are a little superfluous, but it does it's part well enough. Thankfully, I got to keep my boots, so at least I'm not getting blisters from any new ones.

Biting my lip, I turn down yet another deserted alley, quickly scanning it for danger, noting the lack of people instantly, though there are a few cars and bins sitting by the surrounding walls here and there, each of them providing sufficient cover for a person, or multiple persons. Slowly, I edge forwards, watching the surroundings for any movement, aware that there could be danger at any moment, my heart pounding as I clock the lack of sound in the area, suddenly aware of the fact that there are no working streetlamps on this particular strip of alley, leaving it completely cloaked in darkness. Uneasy, I stop still, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Very carefully, I take off my gloves, placing them in my pocket as I listen closely to the eerie silence, watching the dark space in front of me, hoping to catch anything, should it come closer.

My head snaps round in the direction of a muted footstep, my fingers wrapping around the stock of the gun, pulling it from its holster and smoothly cocking it, flicking off the safety as I turn towards the noise. Mechanically, I lift the weapon a little higher, calming my racing heart before I step over towards the car the noise came from, holding my breath as I try to make out any shapes in the suffocating blackness, finding it nigh-on impossible to do so.

As I approach the car, I lift the gun higher still, edging around the seemingly abandoned vehicle, keeping my eyes trained on the space in front of me, my training kicking in as a dull calm spreads through me, keeping me from moving erratically, everything around me filtering out as I round the bonnet of the car.

A sudden blow to my upper back throws me forwards into the wall ahead of me, the air leaving my lungs as I collide with it painfully, tears springing to my eyes as my nose makes contact, the gun falling from my hands. Recovering quickly, I duck down before the second punch can come, a stifled yelp of surprise escaping my attacker as their fist connects with the hard surface, their knuckles most likely cracking from the force, causing them to reel back a little, leaving me time to spin around and jump back upright again. Without pausing, I swing my fist round into their exposed ribs, feeling the bones give slightly under the impact, my other hand coming round to land a hard blow to their descending face, their body whipping to the side in response. I move closer, intending to grab them, only for them to suddenly lunge forwards and shove me up against the wall, fists pummeling my sides, low grunts of pain leaving my lips as I grab their shoulders, but to no avail.

After a particularly well-aimed punch to the centre of my collarbones, I have to suck in a sharp breath of air, wincing as pain explodes through my chest, rendering me momentarily incapable of retaliating, giving my attacker the perfect opportunity to grab my hair and throw me away from the wall, my body violently crashing into the car bonnet as they drop me there, pain quickly spreading through me as I make contact. Under my weight, the windscreen cracks and shatters, shards of glass digging into my back as I skid over them, my attacker advancing on me with a newfound confidence, my eyes swiftly spotting the knife in their hand. Ignoring the blood pouring from my nose and mouth, I quickly roll to the side to avoid a sudden downwards thrust of the blade, dropping off of the car and onto the floor, going to get up, only to be stopped by a hand grasping my hair again, yanking my head back and pressing the knife to my throat. Eyes going wide, I take hold of their arm and press against it, feeling the icy sting of the blade just cutting into my skin, panic starting to well up in my body as I fight against their strength, only to find them slowly overpowering me.

With one last push, I drive an elbow backwards, catching them in the knee with enough force to make them buckle a little, giving me the chance to duck out of their grip and throw them onto their back on the floor, swiftly pinning then down as I grab my own knife from my pocket, wincing as they manage to use their's to leave a long gash down one of my arms. Putting my knife to their throat, I press down until they stop struggling, the two of us breathing very heavily as we calm ourselves, both waiting for the next move.

When nothing happens, I go to lean back slightly, only for my captive to suddenly write underneath me, kicking me backwards a little so that I have to stretch out my arms to keep myself upright. In doing so, however, I manage to lodge my knife in their thigh, a scream of agony tearing itself from their lips at their self-inflicted wound, blood starting to ooze out from around the base of the weapon, colourful curses and swears aimed at me accompanying the whines and whimpers of pain that follow. Climbing off of them, I swiftly grab their wrists and use the rope at my belt to tie them together, ignoring their pleas and begging, the voice now distinctly male as they try to appeal to my better nature, seemingly forgetting that they just tried to kill me.

I don't look at their face, turning to their newly sustained wound, thinking things over, before making a split decision. Pulling another rope from my belt, I tie it around the top of his thigh, pulling it tight to stop the bleeding, choosing to leave the weapon in place as I work, eventually telling him to shut up as he continues to ramble on.

"Who the hell is that and why the fuck is he here?!" David growls at me as I eventually manage to drag the Scout into the cave, a trail of dirt mapping out the path I used as I manoeuvre my way around the messy interior.

"This," I start, dropping the man's legs as I find a better source of light, "Is a Scout, someone sent to find me before the rest of the Clean-up Team arrives. He's here because we're taking him hostage."

Kneeling down beside the now-unconscious man, I turn my attention to the knife protruding from his leg, quickly deciding how to go about this. Taking hold of the Scout's knife, I carefully cut away the fabric of his trousers around the wound, gently testing how tightly the knife is wedged into the muscle, before dropping the weapon in my hand and grabbing a piece of nearby cloth.

"A hostage? Why are you taking a hostage?" David continues to interrogate me, scowling at me as I yank the knife from the wound and use the fabric to staunch the flow of blood that rushes out.

"So that I have some leverage over them when they come for me, though I'm not too sure how well they'll react to this." I muse out loud, only now realising that the platinum blonde vampire across from me is having a hard time controlling himself, "Sorry, I forgot that this would be difficult for you guys."

A small part of me is glad that David is the one who volunteered to stay behind tonight to keep watch with me, given that he seems to have the most self control (apart from Dwayne) when it comes to blood; if it was Paul, the Scout would be dead by now.

David just huffs, sitting in his wheelchair sullenly as he waits for me to finish, blue eyes watching me as I examine the wound.

"Hey, do you think you could get the med-kit from my rucksack, please? I need to stitch this or he'll bleed out." I ask him quietly, hoping he'll agree.

The vampire rolls his eyes, but stands and gets the kit anyway, handing it to me with a grunt. Thanking him, I take out a needle and thread, sterilizing them both as I prepare them for use, removing the makeshift bandage from the wound and leaning in to start sewing the edges shut.

"Where did you learn to do that?" David asks suddenly, breaking the silence.

"This? I learnt on the job, a few years ago. Some werewolf caught me with its claws when I got too close. I had to stitch myself up, so I learned from the experience." I explain dismissively, remembering the incident well.

"A werewolf?" The vampire questions, seemingly confused, "Where was that?"

"Somehwere in Texas, I think. I don't really remember the specifics. Why?"

"Oh, I wasn't aware that there were still werewolves in this country."

"Really?! You can't possibly think you're the only supernatural beings left in the U.S?" I ask, incredulous.

"I've been stuck in Santa Carla for as long as I can remember, so I wouldn't know." He chuckles in response, "What're you gonna do with him when he wakes up?"

I shrug.

"Talk to him, interrogate him. I just need to know how close the SRS are to finding me."

"How close do you think they are?" David queries quietly.

I sigh to myself, sitting back on my heels as I finish the job.

"Honestly, I'd rather not think about it."

Part Ten

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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could you write, like, whumpee that's been in solitary for a long time and they're finally being visited by someone who they hate and who's violating their personal space but even though they hate this person they really don't want to be left alone

Whumpee had told himself that he had chosen to stop counting the days but sometimes he wasn’t so sure, the medications they dosed him with twice a day made it hard to concentrate and stay awake or really do much of anything so he wasn’t sure how long he had been here. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure if he was awake or asleep. But he did know it had been a long long time.

He looked through the small window of the door to see Whumpee crumpled in the corner of the small padded room. The only other thing in there was a built-in bed with no sheets or pillow.

“He’s coming down from an episode. He’s been doing better the last few days but if we let him out too early he may relapse from the stress and overstimulation. I trust that you understand how to handle him?”

He had to tear his gaze from Whumpee staring vacantly and unaware of them outside to look back to the doctor, “Yes, yes. Of course. He’s my best friend after all. The doctors at the last hospital talked me through it.”

“Good, Brian can give you some more tips if you need a refresher, we both know how delicate he can be.” The doctor spoke gruffly like he was more of a retired general running a prison than someone tasked with caring for feeble minds.

“Before you go, can I ask you something? Why does he need the er- straight jacket?”

“It helps with security when he has visitors but also keeps him a bit calmer. We use the jackets in extreme cases such as his.”

The visitor nodded, not wanting to offend the expertise of the formidable man, “Oh yes, I’m sure.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t expect much from him and just knock on the door for the aid if he becomes agitated.”

The doctor quickly turned and walked down the hallway as if he had much more pressing things to attend to… and in here? Maybe he did, who knew how many patients of the most dangerous classifications were in this hospital. He had been told it was the end of the line for many. It didn’t sound like Whumpee was ever going to leave.

The orderly removed the keyring from his belt and expertly picked one from the fifty others to turn in the lock. When the door opened Whumpee reanimated from his comatose state and turned away to hide his face in the corner.

“Please, I don’t need anymore,” Whumpee begged in a small voice.

Was he referring to the medication?

The orderly spoke for the first time, “You have a visitor. Are you going to behave and talk with him?”

Whumpee very slowly turned from his uncomfortable-looking contortion in the corner. First, he looked at the visitor’s shoes and then made his way upwards to meet his eyes.

Whumpee’s own eyes, bloodshot and tired, grew wide in surprise and perhaps a few other emotions. He nodded in response to the orderly without taking his gaze away from the visitor.

“Good boy,” The orderly said and moved to close the door behind him, just before it shut he said, “I’ll be right out here if you need me,” To which one of them would be needing him, they couldn’t be sure.

Once they were alone, Whumpee cleared his throat and managed, “What are you doing here?”

The visitor smiled slightly, “Just wanted to check up on you. They told me you are improving?”

Whumpee shuddered almost imperceptibly.

Without a response, the visitor pressed on, “Nice digs you’ve got, huh? Plush,” he felt the wall and let the padding compress under his palm, “And sterile… better than a hotel I’d say.”

Now whumpee’s cheeks were burning, he was all too aware that he was only wearing a medical gown and straight jacket.

“Why did they let you in? I’m not allowed to have normal visitors.”

“I’m not normal. I’m here on official business. I’m not your usual lawyer at the firm but I volunteered to come down and get a few pieces of information for our files.”

“What is there that you don’t already know?” Whumpee retorted with a little more venom in his voice.

His visitor sighed comfortably and crouched to his haunches to be at eye level with Whumpee, “You’re right. But like I said I just wanted to see you. You’re my best friend after all.”

Whumpee tried to draw his own knees in closer, “We haven’t been friends in a very long time.”

The visitor feigned offense, “You’re still hung up about it?”

“The ‘It’ you’re referring to being taking advantage of my mental illness to frame me for first-degree murder? Yes. Surprisingly enough I am.”

“I think you need to let go of that. There’s nothing to be done about it now. And is anyone else visiting you? I don’t think so.”

Something flickered in the whumpee’s eyes. He wasn’t wrong. This was the first time someone had come to see him let alone speak to him normally about something other than the state of his fractured mind in how long… months?

He was so so lonely. Sometimes he was so lonely it felt like his chest would tighten and tighten until it caved in. He was waiting any day for it.

“I’m being honest, I miss you Whumpee. It’s not the same without you around.” His visitor lowered himself to the ground and casually draped his hands over his knees.

And for a moment he looked like when they were kids and they would sit in their fort in the woods behind their houses, faces honest and sincere and maybe a little bit dirty from the day’s escapades in the creek. All that he had done faded away as he sat there like that.

In spite of himself, Whumpee croaked quietly, “I miss you too.”

Something passed over the visitor’s face but it was quickly covered as he grinned slightly and spoke again, “Last week I drove by the old tackle shop you used to steal ice cream bars from while I was buying a 99 cent pack of worms. That old man is probably still keeping an eye out for us.”

He laughed a little and Whumpee couldn’t help but join for a moment, buoyed by a reminder of a happier time outside of this place. It had been so long since he had spoken to someone that knew him before he was locked away here. Recalling something so simple as a run down bait shop with a curmudgeonly old man brought warmth like sunshine to his body. He couldn’t describe exactly what the sensation was but he wanted to cling to it and sink his claws in, keep it hidden for himself.

“And the ice cream sandwiches weren’t even worth it. They all had freezer burns,” He added.

His visitor laughed a bit more, “We were doing him a favor taking those off his hands.”

The visitor kept talking a little longer, remembering this or that until at last in a lag in the conversation he sighed gently and moved to stand up, “Well, I should be going. I’ve got a deposition I should be prepping for.”

Whumpee’s face fell. That’s right. He needs to leave this cage and return to the real world. A reminder that he had put him in here in the first place. A tinge of bitterness returned.

But yet when his visitor said he would try to come back soon, a little part of him warmed again, yearning for the contact.

Before he passed back through the padded door the orderly held open for him, he paused looked back at Whumpee for a moment like he wanted to say something else but at last said, “Take care,” and walked out.

Whumpee was surprised when the warmth lingered after the door was closed and he was alone again. Soon they would come in with his next dose and they would hold him roughly as they forced him to swallow. The reality of where he was would return in its grey bleakness and remind him of what his friend did to him but for now, he would cling to the warmth and pretend that people still looked at him as if he were normal.

#anon #ask #solitary #psychiatric whump #whatiswhump #mine #straight jacket #betrayal #padded cell #restrained #lonely #forced drugging #framed #nostalgia #prompt

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 87) "XX Marks His Spot"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@crystalbaby12

❗SLAP❗

Colson's firm hand comes down on Luna's bare ass cheek. Holding her rocking hip, he spanks her again in the early morning light.

❗SLAP❗

"Oh SHIIIT, Bunny!!" She cries out as he continues to fuck her.

Colson wraps his fingers in her long blonde hair, pulling her towards him. Sliding his large hand around her throat, he watches the sunbeams illuminate her golden hair. Prisms of light bouncing off her tattooed skin. Slightly tightening his grip, he fucks her harder until they both explode. Colson collapsing on top of Luna after expelling inside of her.

"WE CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU!!!" Sam shouts from the other side of the door.

"Then go somewhere FUCKING else!!!" Colson shouts back.

Luna shifts, pushing him off of her as she rolls on to her back. This makes him whine. He likes staying inside of her.

"She's gonna fuck you up for that." Luna tells him as she yawns.

Fingers twisting around the chain of the padlock secured around her neck. Colson scootches over to her, laying his head on her right shoulder. Trying not to stare at her bandage, he looks down. Finding himself tracing the outline of her scorpion and drawing hearts on her toned, tattooed stomach with his index finger.

"I don't give a fuck. I'll fuck you where I want, how I want and make you cum as LOUDLY as I fucking want." He states.

Bringing his mouth to her stomach, he gives her a raspberry. Squealing from the tickle of it, Luna tries to wiggle away. With his grasp on her tight, Luna calls him an Asshole before giving up on the struggle.

"Soon you'll be stuck with This Asshole 'fo liiiiife." Colson grins, lifting his head to kiss her neck.

"Lucky me..." Luna says in a dry tone with a smirk and loving eyes.

"Shut the fuck up." He teases her.

With no one else banging on their door, they stay in bed together. Cuddling, kissing and talking about what they need to do on his day off.

"We should see if we can bribe a maid to clean up this shit hole if Case is coming on tomorrow...." Luna thinks out loud.

They haven't even been on tour for a month and The Bus looks like a crime scene. Even with three females on it, the now seven men do more than outnumber them. Neither of the women are interested in cleaning up after anyone but themselves either. Making The Bus a hazard zone, with even Luna knowing it's not kid friendly.

"What? Like on here alone?" Colson asks with raised eyebrows.

"Noooo. Like I'll sit here if I have to but shit needs to be cleaned, sheets washed. This place is fucking gross." She answers with another yawn.

"Ash never complained." Colson counters her.

"Yeah. Out loud." Luna turns to look at him.

They're tangled in each other under the blanket. Sharing a joint. Arguing semantics as usual. Colson and Luna both have strong personalities and opinions. Rarely holding back from each other.

"Fine..." He rolls his sky blue eyes into his head as he hits the joint.

Luna opening all the windows before they head off The Bus to check in. They're spending the night in Kansas City.

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Luna admires the 1920s neoclassic architecture of The Ambassador Hotel as Colson checks them into their suite. Luna popping up beside him to ask about Maid Service.

Neither bother to unpack, they'll be gone by tomorrow night. Colson lighting another joint as soon as they walk through the door.

Luna starts the shower as Colson crushes and lines up their individual pills to start their day. Three 30s for Luna. Three 30XRs for Colson.

Stripping off their clothes, they climb into the hot shower. Water cascading around them as the different drugs swirl through their brains.

Colson lifts Luna up by the ribs, wrapping her wet, naked body around his. Letting the warmth wash over her as he fucks her against the shower wall.

Mouths and tongues sucking the water off each other's necks and shoulders. Her hands roaming his body, nails dragging, fingers pulling at his hair. Colson grips Luna's thick ass, thrusting hard into her as they both cum.

It's a skill they've mastered.... Or so he thinks. Luna usually having two or three small explosions before their Big Bang. His dick is HUGE.... Annnd he definitely knows how to use it.

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Once dressed and settled within themselves, everyone reconvenes in Colson and Luna's suit. It's larger than the others, the ten of them having more than enough room to hang out and do whatever they'd like. It is their day off after all.

Rook and AJ set up the PS4 for a Call of Duty marathon with Benny and Bullet. Slim and Baze pull out a mini soundboard. Setting up their laptops alongside them. They have new music they're working on. While Ashleigh, Luna and Sam set up shop for Colson.

The sounds of Oasis float through the air. Wrapped in weed smoke and conversation.

Sitting around a table, they have a system. With a black Sharpie, Colson signs the top right corner of the white Hotel Diablo hoodies him and Ashleigh chose.

Passing them to Luna, who places the correct card inside while boxing it. Writing the initials on the top corner of the outside of the box, she slides it to Ashleigh.

Double checking the initials with the mailing lable, she then slips the package inside it's wrapping. Slapping the addressed sticker on it, she pushes it down the line.

Sam is last. Sealing the packages, double checking the names off on her own list and stacking them by the door to be picked up and shipped.

They have a very efficient system. Keeping Colson's hands full of joints, fresh Sharpies and hoodies, the four of them bang out 82 personally addressed packages. All handled with love in a surprising two hours.

Sighing, Colson leans back in his chair. Lacing his fingers together, he stretches them and his arms out in front of his long body.

"You did it, Sugar." Luna leans over to kiss his tired cheek.

They call each other Whatever after the other night.

"Can you imagine how surprised they're gonna be when they receive these?" She beams.

"God, I love that fucking smile." Colson thinks as he studies Luna's face. Genuinely touched by how she cares for every member of his family. From Casie to those who's names he doesn't know personally.

"I couldn't have done it with out you." He says, leaning towards her to nuzzle and kiss her neck. "Thanks for the idea."

Lifting up, he looks at Sam and Ashleigh. "And a HUGE THANK YOU to you two Boss Ass Bitches. You know I spin because of you, Ash." He smiles over Luna's head to one of his bestfriends, his ONLY sister. "And Sam, I'm really glad you're here with us. You fit right in with The Fam." He grins at her.

The Girls find Colson's words sweet but he's dealing with two major Assholes.

"Awwwww.... My little Baby Booo..." Luna teases him.

"Yeah, I'd fit in a lot better if I didn't have to listen to you two fucking." Sam deadpans with a smile.

Ashleigh is the sweet one. Rising from her seat between Luna and Sam, she hugs Colson from behind.

"I love you, Kells. I know this is hard but you did good. Never have I ever doubted you for a second." She says, kissing his cheek. "Well, maybe a second or two." She laughs.

A smile plays on Luna's lips as she watches them. "I'm so glad he has her.... I really don't know..." Luna's thoughts are interrupted by a bang on the door.

It's Kevin. Colson's Tattoo Guy.

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Setting up his gear, Kevin comments that it's nice to see Luna again. Asking how their punk bunny tattoos are holding up, they both show him his work with pride.

Sliding his arm around Luna's waist, Colson grins with glee.

"And you'll never guess, Dawg..." He starts.

"You two are getten' hitched?" Kevin looks up from the area he's sterilizing.

Feeling slightly deflated, Colson asks how He Knows.

"Homie. I knew the two of you were destined for each other that day in The Shop." He states to anyone in ear shots agreement.

Luna grins. Finding his prediction to be heart warming. A slight solidification to what she's always known. If you will.

"Alright.... Fix that shit up!!" Kevin says regarding Colson's hair.

Just then their hotel room phone rings. Luna answering it.

"Yes, I did. Thank you.... Mhmm.... Yes... I'll be down in ten. Thank you again." Luna ends the phone call.

"Who dat?" Colson asks her.

"We got a maid for The Bus...." Luna tells him.

"You what?" Ashleigh asks, in amazement.

"Yeah, Man. It's fucking disgusting. Case can't come into that nonsense..." Luna answers her.

Somehow Ashleigh loves Luna even more at this moment.

"So you're kinda free right now?" Sam perks up to Luna's shrug. "Wanna audition Mikey for Ellen?" She asks, reminding Luna of her need for a bassist.

"Yeah, that'd be perfect." Luna reels back at the easy connection.

"Mind if I come?" Ashleigh nods towards The Boys.

"Bring yo ass, Bitch!!" Luna grins to Ashleigh's cheesing smile.

Luna let's her just BE. Just be Ashleigh. Not a Momager to The Boys. Not a scary real life mom to Ashton. Not a wife. Just Ashleigh. Free. Loose of responsibility. Even if it is just for a moment.

"Imma check this bassist out while The Bus gets cleaned." Luna kisses Colson.

Taking a step back to look at him. He's in the middle of getting a patch shaved off in the back of his head. Running her fingers through her hair, down the back of her skull she touches her own ink. Smiling to herself. They're so much alike but completely fucking different.

"Love you, Kitten. Good luck." He says after their kiss.

Bending his head down so Rook can finish his cut.

"YO!!! You gonna catch one too, right!?!" Slim hollers out.

The Girls turn back. Looking at him inquisitively, not knowing of what he's speaking upon.

"That Fam XX." He dares Luna.

"Sure. But I want my own." She states with a smirks.

Taking a minute to search on her phone. Finding what see wants, she shows Kevin.

"Yeah, no problem... I'll pop it on when you guys get back." He tells her.

Luna smiles at Kevin as she thanks him. He's a really easy going guy. Throwing another I'm Outta Here over her shoulder, she closes the door behind herself, Ashleigh and Sam.

"What the fuck's another one?" Luna rolls her eyes to herself. Although covered in tattoos, they're all special. With their own indication, memory or statement. Luna having no ink that doesn't either tell a personal story or touch her soul. This one following the same code. "Fuck.... It'll be, what? My fourth in less then two months... Third I've gotten with him." She smiles to herself, remembering the day they had fucked in his Rover after their Bunnies. His reaction still making her cheese. "I fucking love him.... I'm actually going to marry him..." Luna's brain topples upon it's self. The whole idea of solidifying one's love through the government being ridiculous to her before. Now.... Now, she oddly wants them tied together in a way she never needed. Luna wants Colson on her name. Documented in history that HE is her husband. "I won't lose him...." She thinks in a heart wrenching way. Like most do when they've seen the edge of the fucking world.

Brain bursting as she silently rides the elevator down with a talkative Sam and Ashleigh.

"I like that they like each other..." Luna smiles to herself as the random positive thought dips inside of her dark head.

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"AAahhhh... Mmm..... Yeeahhhh!!!"

Those are the sounds coming out of Colson's mouth as Kevin tattoos the back of his head.

"Get it Motherfucker!" Colson shouts.

"Shut the fuck up, Ken Keniff!" Kevin fires back, trying to keep Colson's head still.

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"Hi! I'm Luna. This is Ashleigh and Sam." Luna greets a brunette named Michelle at the desk with her signature smile.

The four girls exchange pleasantries on their way to The Bus. The other three helping with Michelle's supplies.

"I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind....." Luna trails off.

"No!!! It's no problem!! I actually love you and Kells. Bad Things is like, my favorite song right now! I even have tickets to the show tomorrow night!" Michelle exclaims happily.

"No shit!!" Sam cuts in, nudging Luna with a teasing grin.

"Yeah, I fangirled out a minute when I realized who you guys are." She says a little sheepishly to Luna's equal embarrassment.

Luna and Ashleigh glance at each other. Both almost positive they're thinking the same thing.

Michelle gets to work, pulling their linens first as Ashleigh, Luna and Sam gather on one couch in the front of The Bus. Sam setting up Skype with her friend Mikey.

"Damn, I wasn't expecting three pretty ladies..." He teases with a gleaming smile.

Sam laughs at him to Shut Up, introducing Luna and Ashleigh. All saying Hello.

"You get the tracks I sent you?" Sam asks.

"Yeup!" Mikey responds.

He moves his laptop so that he can step back and be fully seen. He's tall and skinny like Colson but has dark features. With the bass across his body, he hits play on the rough track with only Luna singing, drums and guitar begins. Mikey dropping his notes in with the opening chords just as Luna had imagined he should. He's incredible. They listen to his first run. Ashleigh nodding her head to it's roar and strong feminist message. It's the first time she's heard it, feeling hints off their night in Chicago popping through.

"What do you think of the lyrics?" Is one of the first questions Luna asks Mikey before adding "You comfortable backing them as a dude on Daytime TV?"

"Fuck yeah." He replies without hesitation. "There's nothing like this out there right now and it's needed. Plus.... Honestly, it'd be an honor to work with That Brooklyn Bitch."

Luna blushes. Sometimes her heritage and reputation truly embarrass her. Thinking of the song, she asks him to run through it again. Luna singing lowly with him and the track for a better feel.

Once he finishes, Luna looks at Sam giving her a nod. Asking Ashleigh's opinion, she loves the idea of it and wait to hear it completed.

Mikey bullshits with The Girls a bit more. Locking in solid plans to meet early before the show to rehearse and feel their actual energy together. All agreeing to continue practicing. With the chords being simple, none of them are really concerned. All in all it's a productive hour long conversation. Switching from the front to the back of The Bus as Michelle continued cleaning.

Satisfied, Luna steps off The Bus to smoke a cigarette. Ashleigh and Sam behind her.

"How you know him?" Luna turns, asking Sam about her potentially new bassist.

Remember that band Imposters I played with?" Sam asks as she takes a drag. "He was in that."

Thinking back, Luna agrees Yup. She remembers. Liked their vibe too.

"What happened to them?" She asks.

"Lead singer got the guitarist pregnant." Sam shrugs.

"Bummer...." Luna thinks to herself. The idea of getting knocked up turns her stomach as she smokes her cigarette.

"Yo..." Luna says turning to Ashleigh as she leans against The Bus. "You think we can cut Michelle a hoodie? Box it up and leave it at the front desk before we check out?"

Ashleigh laughs. Realizing both had the same idea at the same time.

"Right there with you, Loons." She continues to laugh. "I think you should both sign it though." Giving her opinion.

Luna nods in agreement as Michelle comes walking towards them, across the parking lot with their sheets. Heading back on the The Bus to finish up.

Staying outside for another few minutes while Luna and Sam chain smokes. The Girls talk about Mikey, Ellen and Colson's show tomorrow.

Touching base on Casie coming on The Bus. Luna and Ashleigh agreeing tonight The Boys need to let loose. Getting Whatever out of their systems so shit calms down while she's with them. Ashleigh can't help but hug Luna.

"I'm so glad you're here. Things are so different. There's less randos, Kells is so much chiller. I feel like you have my back on shit I was alone with before... It's just easier." She sighs as Luna squeezes her back.

Colson is a maniac and there are very few with can tell him what do to do, if anyone. Tours before this included much more vandalism, obnoxious antics and tons of random sex.

"No doubt." Luna assures Ashleigh from inside their hug.

"All finished." Michelle pops off with her supplies.

The three girls thanking the young employee. Luna slipping her a $100 tip, telling her she hopes she enjoys the show.

"Ugh!!! You're a genius!!" Ashleigh exclaims.

Arms wide, she inhales the fresh scent of clean as soon as they walk back on to The Bus.

Laughing, they collect their things before heading back into the Ambassador to meet up with The Boys.

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"Check it out!!" Colson comes bouncing up to Luna, fingers pointing at his new ink.

"Stand still." She instructs.

Grabbing her camera. She shoots the back of his head. After taking his picture, she studies his lines. They're incredible clean.

"It's perfect." She says, after admiring Kevin's work.

Pulling Colson in for a hug. She asks him how it felt as she rests her head on his chest.

"Yo, I'm not gonna lie. That shit fucking hurt." Colson whines into the top of her head.

"Told you. Like your brain was gonna jitter out of your ears?" She laughs against his chest.

Luna's mentioned the specific pain of a skull tattoo before. This is the first time Colson catches it. Pulling her away slightly, he gives her a cocked eye and furrowed eyebrows.

"That's exactly how it felt... How'd you know that?" He asks her, puzzled.

Luna takes his one hand and places it on the back on her skull. Setting it upon her tattoo.

"Feel right there? I have one for my mom." She explains.

"You lyen'." He teases her. "Lemme see."

"Okay." She shrugs with her arms still around his waist. "Remind me when we're alone. I don't like people knowing I have it..." She trails off.

Luna looks into Colson's eyes with One Look. Nodding, he pulls her back into him. Placing his chin back on top of her head.

It's not rare to catch Luna and Colson simply standing together in a hug. They do it often. Sometimes it's the only thing that quiets the madness surrounding them.

"You ready, Luna?" Kevin's voice invades their private eutopia.

Squeezing him tight. Luna tippy toes to kiss Colson. Throwing her long blonde hair in a top knot, she grabs a seat.

It's a small, slightly detailed piece. Taking maybe a 45mins once Kevin sets the stencil. Choosing a version of the cards they had sent to his fans, Luna gets the XX with a single rose. Behind her right ear. Sitting in the same spot as Colson's.

Kissing her cheek, Colson asks if she likes it. One Look and her beautiful smile tell him Absolutely. There's a special comfort in being able to talk to someone without words. Luna and Colson knowing they're lucky to have that.

The Boys come over to check it out before Kevin wraps it. Slim giving Luna his nod of approval.

"Still better than a stupid name." Luna smirks, sticking her tongue out at Slim.

Teasing him over his comment a few weeks ago regarding the couple's penchant for marking themselves for each other.

"Fucking LunaTic." Slim rolls his eyes and shakes his head at her with a light chuckle.

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With both new pieces being protected. Music, smoke and loud conversation fill the large suit. There's so many of them now.

There's The Original Eight plus Sam and Bullet. Kevin's there with a few Roadies and some random girls finding their way also. Alcohol flowing since Kevin first knocked on their hotel door.

Perched on the arm of the couch, Luna's feet are tucked under Colson's thighs. Sharing a joint, she asks him If This'll Change for Her, referring to the atmosphere and Casie.

Resting his arms on her knees, he takes a moment before he speaks.

"Kinda but not really.... You know I don't smoke in front of her and how she kicks it wit me and The Guys so that won't be different... BackStage won't be as crazy but we still gonna ride. It's like anywhere else. I don't hide who I am from my daughter, Loons, but I do wait until she's in bed to turn all the way the fuck up." Colson waits for her reaction.

Luna doesn't have kids so she has no basis in parenting. Only her uneducated, personal opinions. Still, there's something that makes her nervous for Casie to come on tour. She just can't put her finger on it.

"Sooooooo, party our fucking faces off tonight and tone it down while she's with us?" Luna asks.

Colson pulls on her chin to kiss her with a YUP. His sweet lips and words slightly relieve her worries.

"What are we doing tonight guys??" Luna turns, asking Their Crew.

Her words reminding Ashleigh of Michelle. Taking a moment, she leaves the room. Collecting the items for the fan's gift.

Everyone else is throwing out ideas as Ashleigh hands Luna a hoodie, card, Sharpie and packaging. She grins a Thank You.

With a small personal note and a quick explanation to a distracted but inquisitive Colson, Luna uses her knees as a table. Preparing the gift with care and his help as they rejoin the conversation. He doesn't know what he wants to do tonight as she passes it to Ashleigh when she finishes.

Slim wants to know if there's a strip club or gambling. AJ agrees. Baze wants to eat. All agreeing that's a necessity. Rook wants to get fucked up and skate. Ashleigh wants to check out Kansas City's Light District while Sam has been DYING to get into the large jar in The Bus's freezer.

"Let's do it all then." Luna interrupts them. We'll eat first. Grab slushies for dessert. Board over to The Light District for a few drinks... We'll probably be able to find out where the good gambling/stripping is from the locals and then head from there....." Luna throws out with a shrug.

Everyone in the room looks around at each other. Heads slowly begin to nod as the idea of the plan formulates. Devilish grins spreading across their faces.

Rook comes up from behind Luna.

"MAYHEM!!!!!" He shakes her to everyone's laughter.

Catching a nervous Ashleigh's eye, Luna points at her from across the room. Holding her finger in place while never breaking eye contact, she mouths her the words I Got You. A look of relief playing on Ashleigh's face as they smile at each other.

Benny looks at Bullet with an Are You Ready look. Bullet's been with Kells for a long time. Seen and handled a lot of shit with The Band. Yet, he hasn't had the experience of going out with a LunaTic and Her Gunn.

Deciding Yes, tonight will be a See All, Free For All. Rolling hard through Kansas City.

Agreeing to meet in the hotel bar, they split up for their own rooms to get showered and dressed for the night. Finally leaving Colson and Luna alone.

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Finding two shower caps for tattoo protection, Luna stands on the lid of the toilet, trying to put one on Colson. Her giggles tickling his ears from behind as they both stand shirtless.

After she hops down and is playing with her own, he suddenly remembers what she said earlier.

"Show me that tat." He requests.

Flipping her head over, she warns him to be careful of the new ink. It takes careful moments for him to fully make out what it is under her mass of hair.

"WARD?" He asks, only knowing Luna's mom died.

Lighting a joint, Luna hops up on the double sink. Patting the open space beside her for him to join.

Sitting together getting high, Luna tells Colson the story of the Life and Death Of Lizard Ward. Choosing to omit one KEY detail. Tonight's not the night for that. She hadn't even intended on tell him about her mother tonight, only choosing to because it blossomed organically.

"Yo. You come from some HARD ass bitches." Colson stares at Luna in awe.

Inhaling the last bit of their joint. She shrugs with a smirk before putting it out.

"Come on." She hops down, placing herself between his legs. "We gotta get ready." She says, pecking his lips.

Colson grips her nipple peircings, with his index finger and thumb. Pulling her in hard for a deep, sloppy kiss. Igniting a hungry fire inside both of them.

Careful of their heads and her gunshot wound, Colson lifts Luna up around his waist. Slowly sliding his huge cock into her tight, wet pussy as she moans for him.

"There's my dirty girl." He husks happily into her ear.

Gripping his shoulders and back as he thrusts himself into her bucking hips. Luna closes her eyes as they pound it out in the shower. Feeling herself about to explode, she wants to grab his hair. Frustrated, she bites down into his neck. Her moans vibrating his throat as she bites down harder, feeling her walls clench in orgasmic pleasure.

"FUUUUUUCK!!!" Colson shouts as he cums inside of her.

"Seems a little bit of pain, makes it feel really good sometimes....."

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