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Down Bad - Chapter 17

Chapter Summary: The squad adjusts to life on Pabu after Tantiss.

Word Count: 10.6k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: and the story after season 3 begins! this one has something new in it that i haven't done in this fic, so just a warning! speaking of...

TW: mentioned torture (not heavily described), smut, unprotected piv (please be safe!), slight inappropriate use of vibroblade

Series Masterlist - Chapter 16 → Chapter 18

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The shocks stopped as one of the clone commandos turned off the chair momentarily. Amina lifted her head from her chest and looked around the room briefly.

She knew she was bleeding; she could feel the dry blood covering her arms, only to be replaced by more blood from the cutting they were doing with a vibroblade.

In a cruel way, she should be thanking Palpatine, since them cutting her skin open with a knife was not nearly as bad as the things he had done to her. She’s pretty sure that glowing serum Hemlock gave her was supposed to make her feel more pain, but she didn’t feel the difference.

The trooper put down the bloodied blade on the medical table beside her as one of the troopers positioned by the door opened it, letting an interrogation droid enter.

“Oh, fun. An interrogation droid.” Amina sarcastically commented, “what are you going to do? Inject me with chemicals? Peel my skin off? Torch me?”

Hemlock walked into the room, with Emerie walking behind the glass on the other side. “Your strength is admirable, Skywalker. But I am still wondering what will it take to break you? To make you scream?”

“There are a lot of things that can make me scream. You and torture are not one of them.”

The interrogation droid hummed to life, its metallic arms extending towards Amina with a menacing whir. Amina tensed as the droid drew closer, its cold, lifeless eyes boring into hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Hemlock watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes as the droid hovered over Amina, its needle-like appendages poised to strike. "Let's see how long that bravado lasts," he muttered to himself, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.

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Amina sat up straight in bed, the blanket falling to her waist as she looked around the dark room. Hunter laid beside her, soundly asleep.

Her breath was shaky as she slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Hunter or Omega, who slept in her own room.

Amina stepped outside, the cool air slightly calming her down. Out the corner of her eye she spotted Crosshair standing outside the other house, where he and Wrecker lived, and where Omega split her nights.

Crosshair noticed her gaze and nodded in acknowledgment before returning his attention to the night sky. She hadn’t known him for long, but at times it seemed like he didn’t like her. Or maybe she was just imagining it.

She thought their conversation before her, and Omega were taken to Tantiss meant something.

"Hey," she said softly as she neared him, her voice barely above a whisper.

Crosshair turned to face her, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "Can't sleep?" he asked, his voice gruff.

Amina nodded, shivering slightly in the chilly air. "Nightmares," she admitted, unable to meet his gaze.

Crosshair studied her for a moment before gesturing for her to join him by the railing overlooking the sprawling landscape. "Tell me about them," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Amina hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted to share the details of her nightmare with Crosshair. But there was something about his presence, something about the way he stood there with a quiet understanding, that made her feel like she could trust him.

"It's... it's nothing," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... memories, I guess."

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying her attempt to brush off the subject. "Memories?" he prompted, his tone gentle yet insistent.

“Yeah, when I was on Tantiss.” She responded. Tantiss happened a month ago, and most of her wounds had healed; the electrowhip wounds, her knee, and the cutting on her arms.

But her mind went back to how before she was taken to Tantiss with Omega, and how she killed those 3 Inquisitors. Or how she Force choked those operatives when Hemlock made her fight them. Maybe the Emperor did more to her than she thought.

The door to the house opened as Hunter walked out, looking over at Amina and Crosshair, “you alright, cyar’ika?”

As Hunter stepped out of the house, his concern for Amina evident in his voice, she offered him a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I’m fine just couldn't sleep," she reassured him, her voice soft but firm.

Crosshair remained silent, observing the exchange between Amina and Hunter with a detached curiosity.

Hunter nodded, though he didn't look entirely convinced. "Alright, just let me know if you need anything," he said, his tone gentle yet protective.

Amina nodded in response, grateful for Hunter's concern but also eager to change the subject. "So, what are you doing out here?" she asked, turning her attention back to Crosshair.

Crosshair shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze returning to the night sky. "Couldn't sleep either," he admitted, his voice low and gravelly.

There was a brief moment of silence as Amina and Crosshair stood side by side, each lost in their own thoughts. The cool night air wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of their lives.

Suddenly, Amina felt a surge of courage wash over her, emboldening her to ask the question that had been weighing on her mind since they first met. "Crosshair, can I ask you something?" she began, her voice hesitant but determined.

Crosshair glanced at her, his expression unreadable in the darkness. "Depends on the question," he replied, his tone guarded.

Amina took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "Why do you... why do you seem to dislike me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Crosshair's brow furrowed in confusion, clearly caught off guard by her question. "I don't dislike you," he replied after a moment, his tone defensive. "I just... I don't know you."

Amina nodded, understanding dawning on her face. "Fair enough," she said, her tone gentle. "I guess we haven't exactly had a chance to get to know each other."

Crosshair remained silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for answers in the darkness. “Omega likes you, so does Wrecker, and Hunter. That’s good enough for me.”

"I understand that we haven't had the chance to get to know each other," she began, her tone gentle. "But I want you to know that I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to. You don't have to face your demons alone."

Crosshair's jaw tightened slightly, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. "I appreciate the offer," he replied, his voice gruff. "But I'm not one for talking about my feelings."

“Neither am I.” She shrugged before patting his shoulder gently, “but the offer stands.”

As Amina re-entered the house, she found Hunter sitting on the small couch, his expression a mix of concern and exhaustion. He looked up as she approached, his eyes softening at the sight of her.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he stood up to greet her.

Amina managed a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, just couldn't sleep," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hunter frowned, his concern deepening. "Nightmares again?" he guessed, already knowing the answer.

Amina nodded, sinking onto the couch beside him. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

Hunter wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in a comforting embrace. "You know you don't have to go through this alone, right?" he murmured, his voice gentle yet firm.

Amina leaned into his embrace, drawing strength from his presence. "I know," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

There was a brief moment of silence as Hunter held her close, offering her the comfort and support she so desperately needed. In that moment, Amina felt a sense of peace wash over her, temporarily driving away the lingering shadows of her nightmares.

“I killed those Inquisitors.” She spoke quietly.

He rubbed her shoulder, “when the Empire came here?”

Amina nodded, “I didn’t just kill them, I… I- I slaughtered them.” Her gaze went downward, “it wasn’t even protecting myself, I- I didn’t have to go that far, but I did. I killed them just like the Emperor or Vader would.”

"Hey," he said softly, reaching out to tilt her chin up so their eyes met. "You did what you had to do to survive. It's not your fault."

Amina shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "But I enjoyed it, Hunter," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I enjoyed the feeling of power, of control. It scared me, how much I enjoyed it."

Hunter's heart clenched at the pain in her voice, his own emotions roiling beneath the surface. He knew what it was like to struggle with the darkness within, to grapple with the choices they were forced to make in a galaxy torn apart by war.

“I thought that by escaping Coruscant and Palpatine, that I would feel better. But I don’t. I somehow feel worse. It’s almost like he’s controlling me, dictating my every move. But he’s not, it’s all… me.”

He reached out, gently wiping away the tears that streaked her cheeks. "Amina," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion, "you're not alone in this. We'll figure it out together, I promise."

Amina looked up at him, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "But what if I can't control it, Hunter?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "What if I... what if I become like him?"

Hunter's heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in her words. He knew all too well the temptation to succumb to the darkness, to let it consume him until there was nothing left but a hollow shell. But he also knew that Amina was stronger than she gave herself credit for, that she had already faced more darkness than most could imagine and emerged from it with her humanity intact.

"You're not like your brother, Amina," he said firmly, his gaze unwavering. "You're stronger than you know, stronger than he could ever be. And no matter what happens, I'll be right here beside you, every step of the way."

Amina's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked into Hunter's eyes, seeing the sincerity and unwavering support reflected in them. Despite the darkness that threatened to consume her, she found solace in his presence, in the warmth of his embrace and the strength of his words.

"Thank you, Hunter," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Hunter brushed a gentle hand across her cheek, his touch grounding her in the moment. "You don't have to do anything alone," he assured her, his voice filled with conviction. "We'll face whatever comes our way together."

With a sense of determination burning in her chest, Amina leaned forward, pressing her lips against Hunter's in a tender kiss. In that moment, all the doubts and fears that had plagued her melted away, leaving only the reassuring warmth of Hunter's love.

As they pulled away, Amina rested her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the feeling of being truly and utterly loved. "I love you, Hunter," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air, the words slipping from her lips for the first time.

Hunter's heart skipped a beat at her words, his chest swelling with a mixture of joy and relief. He had known for some time that his feelings for Amina ran deeper than mere friendship but hearing her say those three simple words filled him with a sense of warmth and contentment he had never known before.

"I love you too, Amina," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed his lips against hers once more, savoring the taste of her sweetness. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the night, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them and the unspoken promise of a future together.

As they finally broke apart, Amina couldn't help but smile, her heart overflowing with happiness. She had never imagined that she could find love in the midst of such chaos and uncertainty, but here she was, wrapped in Hunter's arms and feeling more alive than ever before.

"Come on," Hunter said, his voice soft but determined as he took her hand in his. "Let's go back to bed.”

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The sun had barely begun to rise over the horizon when Amina awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. Stretching languidly, she glanced over at the sleeping form of Hunter beside her, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She had slept better that night than she had in weeks, the weight of her nightmares lifted by the comforting presence of Hunter by her side. And though she knew that the challenges they faced were far from over, she also knew that as long as they faced them together, they could overcome anything.

Quietly slipping out of bed so as not to disturb Hunter's slumber, Amina made her way to the kitchen to start breakfast. As she worked, the events of the previous night played over in her mind, filling her with a sense of warmth and contentment she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Good morning, cyar'ika," Hunter's voice broke through her thoughts, causing her to turn around with a smile.

"Good morning," she replied, her smile widening as she took in the sight of him standing in the doorway, his hair tousled from sleep and a lazy grin playing at his lips. She turned back to the stove and gasped, taking the pan off the stove.

He walked over, looking at something black in the pan, “what… were you trying to make?”

She put the pan down on the stove turning around to find herself chest to chest with him, “panna cakes.” Amina mumbled, “but, I guess I’m not a good cook.”

Hunter chuckled softly, reaching out to gently tilt her chin up so their eyes met. "Hey, it's the thought that counts," he reassured her, his voice warm and reassuring.

Amina couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her chest at the sight of his genuine smile. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Besides," Hunter continued, his gaze softening as he looked at her, "I'm sure they still taste great."

Amina raised an eyebrow skeptically, but before she could protest, Hunter reached out and grabbed a fork, spearing one of the burnt panna cakes from the pan and taking a bite.

He chewed thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing and nodding in approval. "See? Not bad," he said with a grin.

Amina watched him with bated breath and skeptical eyes, watching his hand come up to his mouth, “you don’t have to eat it, Hunter. I know that it’s bad. But it’s not my fault! Cooking lessons weren’t a part of my Jedi training!”

“It’s- ” he coughed, “not that bad.”

“Baby, it’s practically like a burnt rock.”

Hunter chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he took another bite of the burnt pancake. "Come on, Amina, it's not that bad," he insisted between chews, though the grimace on his face betrayed his words.

Amina couldn't help but laugh at his exaggerated reaction, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "You're just saying that to spare my feelings," she teased, though there was a hint of genuine gratitude in her voice.

They heard Omega yawn as she walked into the small kitchen, “did Amina try making breakfast again?”

Amina glanced sheepishly at Hunter before turning to face Omega with a wry grin. "Yeah, I thought I'd give it another shot," she admitted, gesturing towards the pan of charred pancakes on the stove.

Omega chuckled softly, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Well, at least you're trying," she said, a playful glint in her eyes. "Do you need any help?"

“Sure. Let’s try it again.” Amina said, grabbing the ingredients and putting them on the counter.

Hunter kissed her temple and walked out of the house and went next door, where Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo were.

Wrecker stood up quickly, “is there breakfast? I’m starving!”

Echo rolled his eyes, “you already ate 2 pears.”

“Yeah… but that was an appetizer!”

“Well, Amina and Omega are cooking breakfast.” Hunter said.

“You mean, failing to?” Crosshair added.

“Probably. We should go check on them to make sure they didn’t burn the house down.” Hunter replied quickly, realizing he shouldn’t have left them cooking alone in the house with no supervision.

As Hunter and Crosshair rushed back to the house, they were met with the sight of smoke billowing out from the kitchen window. With a shared glance, they quickened their pace, concern etched on their faces as they approached the source of the commotion.

Pushing open the door, they were greeted by the sight of Amina and Omega frantically waving towels in a futile attempt to disperse the smoke that had filled the room. The smell of burnt panna cakes hung heavy in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of charred ingredients.

"What happened?" Hunter asked, his voice laced with concern as he hurried to open the windows to let in some fresh air.

Amina looked up sheepishly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Well, it turns out that cooking isn't exactly my strong suit," she admitted with a rueful smile.

Omega chuckled softly, shaking her head at her friend's culinary misadventures. "I tried to help," she offered, though her grin betrayed her amusement. "But it seems like we might need a little more practice."

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical as he surveyed the burnt remnants of their breakfast. "You call this breakfast?" he remarked dryly, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

“It wasn’t completely my fault,” Amina said, waving the towel around, “it was also Omega’s fault!”

Omega sheepishly chuckled, “yeah, I guess we’re both bad at cooking.”

Wrecker and Echo entered as Wrecker walked next to Hunter and Crosshair, “aw, man. No breakfast?”

“Unless you want burnt… panna cakes?” Echo responded, narrowing his eyes at the black object in the pan.

“We could always go to the market for breakfast again?” Omega suggested.

Omega’s suggestion hung in the air for a moment before Wrecker's face lit up. "The market it is!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together in excitement. "They have those fruit pastries I love!"

Hunter nodded, smiling at Amina. "Sounds like a plan. Let's clean up here and then head out."

As they quickly tidied up the kitchen, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Cooking was clearly not her forte, but she was grateful for the support and understanding from the squad. Even Crosshair's dry humor couldn't dampen her spirits.

With the kitchen back in order, the group made their way out of the house and towards the market. The early morning sunbathed Pabu in a warm, golden light, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of the ocean. It was a perfect day for a trip to the market.

As they walked, Amina found herself falling into step beside Hunter. She glanced up at him, a small smile playing at her lips. "Thanks for the save back there," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hunter chuckled, shaking his head. "Anytime, sweetheart," he replied, his tone warm and affectionate. "Besides, I wouldn't want to miss out on those fruit pastries either."

Amina laughed, feeling a sense of lightness she hadn't felt in a long time. The nightmares and fears that had plagued her seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the simple joy of being surrounded by people who cared about her.

The market was bustling with activity by the time they arrived, stalls filled with colorful produce, handmade crafts, and a variety of delicious-smelling foods. Wrecker wasted no time in making a beeline for the pastry stand, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his favorite treats.

Omega tugged at Amina's sleeve, pointing towards a stall selling intricately woven jewelry. "Come on, Amina! Let's go look at those!" she said excitedly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Amina nodded, allowing herself to be pulled along by Omega. Hunter watched Amina and Omega from a distance, a soft smile on his lips. He could see the change in Amina, the way she seemed lighter, more at ease. It warmed his heart to see her beginning to heal, even if the road ahead was still long and uncertain.

"Looks like they're having fun," Crosshair remarked, his tone casual as he came to stand beside Hunter.

Hunter nodded, his gaze never leaving Amina. "Yeah, they are," he said quietly. "It's good to see them smile again."

As Amina and Omega browsed the jewelry, Omega picked up a delicate necklace with a small, intricate pendant. "This one's beautiful," she said, holding it up for Amina to see.

Amina nodded, her eyes sparkling with interest. "It is. Would you like it?" she asked, holding the necklace out to Omega.

Omega's face lit up with excitement. "Really? You'd get it for me?"

Amina smiled warmly. "Of course, Omega. Consider it a gift."

Omega's grin widened, and she threw her arms around Amina in a tight hug. "Thank you, Amina! It's beautiful!"

Amina chuckled, returning the hug. "You're welcome, Omega. Let's get it for you."

They approached the vendor, who smiled at the sight of Omega's enthusiasm. "Ah, you've got an eye for quality," the vendor said, nodding approvingly as Amina handed over a few credits in exchange for the necklace.

As they continued to browse the market, Hunter and Crosshair kept a watchful eye on them, making sure they stayed safe in the bustling crowd.

Omega was already wearing her new necklace, proudly showing it off to Amina. "It looks great on you," Amina said, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Omega beamed, her eyes shining with happiness. "Thanks, Amina. You're the best."

Amina ruffled Omega's hair playfully. "I'm just glad you like it."

As they continued to explore the market, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. For the first time in a long while, she felt a sense of normalcy, a moment of peace amidst the chaos of their lives.

Hunter caught up to them, a warm smile on his face. "Find anything else interesting?" he asked, slipping an arm around Amina's waist.

Amina leaned into his embrace, feeling the comfort of his presence. "Just enjoying the sights," she replied, her voice soft.

“Look at those dresses.” Omega said, pointing to a vendor on the other side of the walkway, “can we look around?”

“Sure. But maybe after breakfast.” Amina responded, looking around, “where’s Wrecker and Echo?”

“Right here!” Wrecker called out, walking towards them carrying a large box. He opened the box to reveal an assortment of fruit pastries.

Hunter looked from the box up to Wrecker, “why are there so many? There’s got to be 30 in there.”

“28, actually.” Echo said, “he’s already ate 2.”

As Wrecker proudly displayed his box of pastries, Echo's deadpan remark elicited a round of laughter from the group. Amina couldn't help but chuckle at Wrecker's enthusiasm for food, shaking her head in amusement.

"Twenty-eight pastries, Wrecker? Are you planning on sharing with the entire market?" Hunter teased, a playful glint in his eye.

Wrecker shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Hey, you snooze, you lose," he replied with a wink before digging into another pastry.

Amina rolled her eyes good-naturedly, shaking her head at Wrecker's antics. "Well, at least save some for Omega and me," she said with a smile, reaching for one of the pastries.

Once they had finished their breakfast, Omega's excitement over the dresses proved contagious, and they found themselves making their way to the vendor to browse the colorful array of fabrics and designs. Amina watched with amusement as Omega flitted from dress to dress, her eyes wide with wonder.

"These are amazing," Omega exclaimed, holding up a vibrant red dress with intricate embroidery.

"They really are," she agreed, reaching out to run her fingers over the soft fabric.

Omega turned to her with a grin. "Do you think Hunter would like this one?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Amina chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I think he'd love it," she replied, imagining the smile that would light up Hunter's face at the sight of Omega in the dress.

Omega squinted her eyes and looked through the rack, pulling out the dress in a different size, “do you think it’ll fit?”

“Fit you? No, it’s way to big.” Amina responded.

Omega frowned, “no, not for me, for you.”

As Omega held up the dress in a different size, suggesting it might fit Amina, Amina couldn't help but feel a surge of uncertainty. The thought of trying on a dress, let alone wearing it, filled her with a sense of vulnerability she wasn't quite prepared to face. After all, she had spent the better part of her life as a Jedi, trained to be a warrior, not a fashion model.

But as she glanced at Omega's hopeful expression, her resolve softened. Omega looked up at her with wide eyes, waiting for her response. Amina took a deep breath, pushing aside her apprehension. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it on," she said with a hesitant smile, reaching for the dress.

Omega's face lit up with excitement as she handed Amina the dress, practically bouncing on her toes with anticipation. "Yay! I can't wait to see how it looks on you!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

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“Add 2 tablespoons of- ” Amina looked up from the datapad at the pan, hissing in dismay and taking the pan off the burner.

She had been trying to make some sort of rice dish that Shep makes, he had even given her the recipe, but it seems like not even having step-by-step instructions can help her.

Amina sighed, picking up the towel on the counter, wiping her hands off. The front door opened as Hunter walked in, “did you burn food again?”

“Yeah.” She pouted, “I was trying to make you dinner for our date night, but I guess I can’t even follow a recipe.” Amina’s arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover her arms as her legs crossed in front of her.

“What are you doing?” Hunter questioned.

“What do you mean? I was just telling you about how I burned the food.”

“No, not that. You’re… curling in on yourself. Trying to hide your skin.”

Hunter's observation struck a chord with Amina. She hadn't realized it, but he was right. Without even realizing it, she had instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and folded her legs, a subconscious attempt to shield herself from Hunter's scrutiny.

"I... I didn't even realize I was doing that," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess... I guess I just...” Hunter gently grabbed her shoulders and stood in front of her. Amina looked down, “when I put on this dress I felt pretty, but then I saw all the scars.” She mumbled, her eyes on the soft white fabric of the skirt.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "Look at me, Amina."

Reluctantly, Amina raised her eyes to meet his, her expression guarded. Hunter could see the vulnerability lurking behind the facade of strength she so often projected, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

"You are beautiful, scars and all," he said earnestly, his gaze unwavering as he searched her eyes for any sign of doubt.

Amina tilted her head to the side, seeing the jagged marks on her arm, covering her skin almost completely. "But they're... they're so ugly," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. “And they’re everywhere.”

Hunter's heart clenched at the pain in Amina's voice, his own emotions swirling with a mixture of sympathy and concern. He had seen the scars that crisscrossed her skin, reminders of the horrors she had endured at the hands of the Empire. But to hear her speak of them with such self-loathing broke his heart in a way he couldn't quite articulate.

Gently, he reached out and cupped her cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. "Amina," he murmured, his voice soft but firm, "those scars are a testament to your strength, not your weakness."

Amina's gaze flickered up to meet his, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. "But they're... they're ugly," she whispered, her voice filled with pain. "I don't want you to see me like this, Hunter. I'm supposed to be strong, but I feel so... broken."

Hunter's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in her words, his chest tightening with the need to comfort her. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a tight embrace. "You are strong, Amina," he whispered against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "You're the strongest person I know."

Amina buried her face against his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt as she clung to him desperately. In that moment, she felt safe, protected, loved. It was a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to experience in a long time, a feeling she had almost forgotten existed.

"You've been through hell and back, Amina," Hunter continued, his voice gentle but resolute. "But you've never let it break you. You've fought tooth and nail to survive, to protect those you care about. And that, my dear, is the true definition of strength."

Amina trembled in his arms, overwhelmed by the intensity of her emotions. For so long, she had buried her pain beneath a facade of strength, unwilling to let anyone see the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. But with Hunter, she felt like she could let her guard down, like she could be herself without fear of judgment or rejection.

"Thank you, Hunter," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. "Thank you for always being there for me, for seeing past the scars and loving me anyway."

Hunter pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Always, Amina," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what." He pulled away, gently kissing her lips. “And, you want to know what else I think?”

Amina sniffed, “what?”

He put his hands on her waist, picking her up and setting her down on the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their lips met in a tender kiss, filled with a mixture of love, longing, and desire. Amina's fingers tangled in Hunter's hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Hunter's hands roamed over Amina's body, tracing the curve of her waist and the line of her spine, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. She melted into his touch, her heart racing with anticipation as she surrendered herself to the intensity of their connection.

Breaking away from the kiss, Hunter leaned his forehead against Amina's, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to regain control of his emotions. "I think you look incredible in that dress.”

Amina's cheeks flushed with warmth at his words, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You really think so?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Even though it had only been a short while since Tantiss, Hunter always seemed to compliment her any chance he got.

Whether it was saying that her hair looked nice, or her pants looked good on her, Hunter always found a way to make her feel special.

Hunter nodded, his eyes dark with longing as he gazed into hers. "Absolutely," he replied, his tone filled with sincerity. "You look... breathtaking."

His head moved downwards, his hair brushing against her skin as he kissed a large burn mark on her chest. Amina sighed in response, her hands resting on his shoulders, “think you can prove that to me?”

Hunter looked up at Amina with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, I definitely think I can prove it to you," he said, his voice low and husky with desire.

Amina's heart raced at his words, her skin tingling with anticipation. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" she teased, her lips curling into a playful smile.

With a smirk, Hunter leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. Amina melted into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

He put a hand on the small of her back, pushing her off the counter as his other arm held her from underneath, and walked to the bedroom. Amina's heart raced with excitement as Hunter guided her, her skin tingling with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him deeply, her body craving his touch.

Hunter carried Amina effortlessly, his muscles tense with anticipation as he made his way to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them, the soft click echoing in the room as they were enveloped in a cocoon of intimacy. Amina's breath caught in her throat as Hunter gently laid her down on the bed, his eyes burning with desire as he gazed down at her.

"Maker, you're beautiful," Hunter murmured, his voice husky with longing as he traced a finger along the curve of Amina's jaw. She shivered at his touch, her skin ablaze with desire as she met his gaze with equal fervor. Without a word, Hunter leaned in and captured her lips in another searing kiss, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that left her breathless.

Amina moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his touch as she surrendered herself to the intensity of their connection. Hunter's hands moved with purpose, trailing down her sides and slipping beneath the hem of her dress, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

He kissed the freckle on her jaw and moved down to the hollow of her throat, licking, and sucking at her skin. Amina shivered under his touch, her fingers tightening in his hair. He knew she loved it when he kissed that freckle, she never even had to say anything for him to know.

Hunter pulled back for a moment, looking into her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "More than okay."

Hunter smiled, kissing her gently on the lips before moving back to her neck. His hands traveled up her sides, pushing her dress up higher and higher until it bunched around her waist. He paused, looking at her with a question in his eyes. Amina nodded, giving him permission to continue.

His fingers trailed along the waistband of her underwear, teasing her skin as he kissed a scar on her shoulder. "You're so beautiful, Amina," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.

Amina's breath hitched, her heart racing as his words washed over her. "Hunter..." she began, but he silenced her with a kiss, his lips soft and demanding against hers.

He moved down her body, his lips trailing over her collarbone and down to her chest. He kissed a large burn mark, his lips gentle and reverent. Amina's eyes fluttered shut, her hands clutching his hair.

"You're perfect," he whispered, kissing the edge of another scar, which spanned from her shoulder to her arm. He lifted himself up slightly, as he undid the buttons of her dress in the front.

Hunter moved down, licking the length of a scar next to her belly button as his fingers traced her over her underwear. Amina's breath hitched at the sensation, a shiver running down her spine as she felt his lips against her skin.

His fingers rubbed circles on her pussy through her underwear Amina arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his every move. "Hunter," she moaned, her voice barely more than a breath of air.

Hunter’s lips trailed over her belly, placing soft kisses on her skin as he moved downward. “You’re incredible, Amina,” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. He kissed along the waistband of her underwear, his fingers still rubbing circles on her pussy, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric.

Amina’s breath hitched, her hands clutching at the sheets as she surrendered to his touch. “Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her need evident in the way her body responded to him.

He moved up her body, kissing the middle of her stomach, “what do you want, sweetheart?”

Kriff, she loved it when he called her that. Hell, she just loved his voice.

Amina's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, her eyes dark with longing. "I want you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Hunter's lips curved into a tender smile as he kissed a spot in the middle of her breasts. "I can do that," he murmured, his voice filled with promise.

With gentle hands, he slid her dress up and over her head, revealing her delicate curves and the intricate web of scars that crisscrossed her skin. Amina's cheeks flushed with warmth as she watched him, her heart racing with anticipation.

He leaned in to kiss her, slowly and gently as his hand slipped under her underwear and a finger entered her. Amina moaned into his mouth, cupping his jaw.

Hunter continued to kiss Amina, his lips moving with purpose and intent as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers in a dance of desire. As his finger slid further into her, Amina's body arched with pleasure, her moans muffled by his lips as she clung to him desperately.

“Can you do another one?” he asked, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

Amina's breath caught in her throat, her body buzzing with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths.

Hunter slipped another finger inside her and swallowed her moan with his lips. She broke off the kiss, her head tilting slightly upwards as she caught her breath and he sucked on her jaw.

"Oh my-" Amina breathed out, her hands sliding from his jaw back into his hair. Hunter's fingers moved within her, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched into him, her back lifting off the bed as she sought more of his touch.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Hunter murmured against her skin, his voice husky with desire. He kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm.

Amina could only nod in response, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered herself to the sensations overwhelming her. Hunter's fingers moved with purpose, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

"You're so responsive," Hunter whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he continued to pleasure her. "I love how you react to me, Amina."

Amina moaned in response, her hips moving in time with his fingers as she chased the release she so desperately craved. Hunter's words only fueled her desire, sending her spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

"Hunter, I'm..." Amina's words trailed off into a soft gasp as Hunter's fingers hit a certain spot inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched into his touch, her back lifting off the bed as she surrendered herself to the sensations overwhelming her.

"Mm, you're what, sweetheart?" Hunter murmured against her ear, his breath hot and tantalizing as he continued to pleasure her. His fingers moved with purpose, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

"I'm close," Amina managed to choke out, her voice strained with desire. Her hands still gripping his hair, her knuckles turning white as she fought to hold on to the rapidly fraying edges of her self-control.

"Good girl," Hunter whispered, his voice filled with praise as he increased the rhythm of his fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He kissed her neck, his lips trailing up to her jaw, and then back down.

"You're doing so well, Amina," Hunter murmured, his voice filled with admiration as he felt her body respond to his touch. He leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing it’s way into her mouth.

Amina moaned into his mouth, her hips rising to meet his as she sought more of his touch. Hunter's fingers moved with purpose, his touch driving her closer and closer to the edge until she could no longer hold back.

With a cry of release, Amina shattered into a million pieces, her body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

Hunter held her, kissing her face and caressing her neck. Amina opened her eyes, blinking before looking down. “You’re overdressed,” she pouted, her hands going down to the hem of his shirt.

Hunter grinned, his eyes sparkling with desire as he leaned back slightly, allowing Amina to tug his shirt off over his head. He tossed it aside, his muscles rippling beneath the dim light of the bedroom as he returned his attention to her.

She gestured further down, pointing at his pants, “what about those?”

“Needy, aren’t we?” Hunter grinned, his eyes sparkling with desire as he leaned back slightly, allowing Amina to tug his pants and boxers off. He kicked them aside, his muscles rippling beneath the dim light of the bedroom as he returned his attention to her.

"Better?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he moved back towards her, his gaze never leaving hers.

Amina nodded eagerly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched him. "Much better," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper as she reached out to him.

He kissed her again, his hand brushing over the side of her neck before standing up and moving to the end of the bed. Amina pushed herself onto her elbows, “what are you doing?”

Hunter grabbed Amina by her legs and dragged her to the end of the bed, her legs spread out as he stood in between her. He gazed down at her with desire burning in his eyes, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. Amina looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she met his gaze with equal fervor.

Without a word, Hunter leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. Amina melted into his touch, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she kissed him back with equal passion.

Hunter's hands roamed over Amina's body, his touch gentle yet possessive as he traced the curve of her waist and the line of her spine. Amina arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his every move as she surrendered herself to the intensity of their connection.

Breaking away from the kiss, Hunter trailed kisses down Amina's neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he moved lower and lower. Amina's breath hitched with every touch, her skin tingling with anticipation as she felt his lips against her skin.

Hunter reached the edge of Amina's underwear, his fingers hooking into the waistband as he stood up and leaned over to their dresser, pulling out his vibroblade. He unsheathed it, using the sharp end and cutting her underwear down the center. She always loved when he had that blade in his hands.

Amina watched him with anticipation, her breath catching in her throat as she felt a rush of excitement course through her veins. She spread her legs wider, offering herself to him without reservation.

Hunter's eyes darkened with desire as he discarded the ruined underwear, his gaze locking with Amina's as he returned to the bed. He grabbed her thighs, bringing her closer to him, his cock teasingly brushing against her entrance.

Amina's breath hitched at the sensation, her body tingling with anticipation as she felt him pressing against her. "Hunter," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Please..."

Hunter's lips curved into a tender smile as he leaned in closer, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of love and lust. "I've got you, Amina," he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

With a gentle yet firm motion, Hunter guided himself inside her, his cock sliding smoothly into her warmth. Amina gasped at the sensation, her back arching off the bed as she surrendered herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Hunter groaned softly as he felt her pussy enveloping him, his hands gripping her thighs as he began to move with slow, deliberate thrusts. Amina moaned in response, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked her hips to meet his rhythm.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the sounds of their moans and the creaking of the bed filling the air as they lost themselves in the pleasure of each other's touch. Hunter's movements were gentle yet purposeful, his thrusts deepening with each passing moment as he drove them both closer and closer to the edge.

Amina's head spun with ecstasy as she felt herself teetering on the brink of release, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. "Hunter," she gasped, her voice a breathless plea. "Don't stop..."

Hunter's lips curved into a knowing smile as he increased the pace of his thrusts, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. He leaned in closer, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony.

Their passion ignited like wildfire, consuming them both in a blazing inferno of desire as they surrendered themselves to the ecstasy of their union. Amina's nails dug into Hunter's back, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt herself hurtling towards the edge of oblivion.

With a cry of release, Amina shattered into a million pieces, her body convulsing with ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Hunter followed closely behind, his own release crashing over him in a tidal wave of sensation as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan.

They lay together in the aftermath, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs as they basked in the warm glow of their shared passion. Hunter pressed gentle kisses to Amina's forehead, his arms wrapped protectively around her as they savored the intimacy of the moment.

"You're amazing, Amina," Hunter murmured against her skin, his voice filled with adoration. "I love you."

Amina smiled up at him, her heart overflowing with love for the man who had captured her heart. "I love you too, Hunter," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for loving me, scars and all."

---

Meditating overlooking the sunrise was still something she did, even if her enjoyment of it was far less than before.

She thought it would be easy to rid her mind and soul of what happened to her curtesy of the Emperor. Sure, Hemlock tortured her, but that was barely an appetizer compared to what Palpatine did.

Amina opened her eyes, looking over at Batcher who lay beside her on the rock. She petted Batcher, as she licked Amina’s face.

And she was bored. For most of her life she always had something to do. Work at Watto’s, train with the other younglings, fight in the war, go on missions, and now, there was nothing left to do. Which is what she wanted, but right now it seemed hard to even turn on her lightsaber.

Batcher put her head on Amina’s lap, as she stroked her mindlessly. “Amina, Rex is almost here!” Omega said through comms.

Amina picked up her comm, “okay, I’ll be there soon.” She stood up, with Batcher following her as she made her way to the top of the mountain. The large ship landed, as Rex walked out, shaking hands with Hunter, and then Echo.

Rex turned over to Amina, “General, Hunter told me you were having a bit of trouble, so I called in a favor.”

She raised an eyebrow, “a favor? From who?” Amina looked up at the ship as a tall figure walked out, her lekku longer than the last time she had seen her. “Ahsoka?”

Ahsoka offered her a warm smile, her blue eyes filled with understanding. "Rex called in a favor," she explained, stepping forward to embrace Amina in a hug. "He said you could use some help."

Amina returned the hug, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over her. Despite everything that had happened, Ahsoka's presence reminded her of a time when things were simpler, when she still believed in the ideals of the Jedi Order.

"I'm glad you're here," Amina said sincerely, pulling back from the hug to look at Ahsoka. "I could definitely use all the help I can get."

Ahsoka's gaze softened, her expression filled with empathy. "I heard about what happened," she said gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Amina. No one should have to go through what you did."

Amina nodded, her throat tightening with emotion. She had tried to bury the memories of her time in captivity, to push past the pain and focus on rebuilding her life. But the wounds, both physical and emotional, ran deep, and sometimes it felt like they would never truly heal.

"Thank you, Ahsoka," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. "For coming all this way to help me."

“Of course.” Ahsoka said, a small smile lining her face, one Amina recognized. It’s a tired smile, one she knows she’s worn many times throughout her life.

“Why don’t you come with me? We can sit down for a little bit?”

“I would like that.” Ahsoka said, as Amina led the way to her and Hunter’s house.

“It’s small, and we don’t have a lot yet.” Amina closed the door behind them.

Amina led Ahsoka through the modest living space she shared with Hunter on Pabu, offering her friend a seat at the small table in the corner. Batcher settled down at their feet, her tail thumping against the floor in a friendly rhythm.

"It's not much," Amina admitted, gesturing around the room. "But it's home."

Ahsoka smiled warmly, her eyes scanning the room with genuine interest. "It's perfect," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "You've done a great job making it feel cozy."

Amina returned the smile, a sense of pride swelling within her chest. Despite the challenges they had faced since escaping from the Empire, she had worked hard to create a sense of normalcy for herself and Hunter, to carve out a space where they could heal and rebuild their lives.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Amina offered, moving to the small kitchenette to retrieve a couple of glasses.

"A glass of water would be great, thanks," Ahsoka replied, settling into her seat with a contented sigh.

As Amina filled a glass with water from the dispenser, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. Having Ahsoka here, in their home, felt like a balm to her soul, a reminder that she wasn't alone in her struggles, that she had people who cared about her and were willing to stand by her side no matter what.

Returning to the table, Amina set the glass of water in front of Ahsoka before taking a seat opposite her. Batcher nudged her hand, and she absentmindedly scratched behind the droid's ears as she waited for Ahsoka to speak.

"So," Ahsoka began, her tone gentle but curious. "How have you been holding up?"

Amina sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she thought about the question. "Honestly?" she replied, her voice tinged with resignation. "Not great."

Ahsoka's expression softened with sympathy, her eyes filled with understanding. "I can't even begin to imagine what you've been through," she said softly. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, Amina. Whatever you need, whatever you're feeling, I'm here to listen."

Amina swallowed past the lump in her throat, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “I mean… like I told Hunter, I thought that when I escaped from Palpatine that everything would be better. No more torture, no more mind games, but then, when I turned on my lightsaber, it was red. I wasn’t sure if it was me who did it, or Palpatine.”

"And then right after, I ended up killing three Inquisitors. Then, of course, Hemlock took me and Omega, and... I Force choked those operatives, then killed Hemlock," Amina continued, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ahsoka reached out and gently squeezed Amina's hand, offering her a reassuring smile. "I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for you," she said softly. "But you're here now, Amina. You're safe."

Amina nodded, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. "But sometimes it feels like... like I'll never be free from the nightmares, from the memories."

Ahsoka's heart ached at the pain in Amina's voice, her own memories of trauma and loss resurfacing in the wake of her friend's confession. She knew all too well the burden of carrying the weight of past traumas, the constant struggle to move forward in the face of overwhelming darkness.

"You're stronger than you realize, Amina," Ahsoka said earnestly, her voice filled with conviction. "You've faced more than most people could ever imagine, and yet you still have the strength to keep fighting, to keep pushing forward. That's something to be proud of."

Amina looked up at Ahsoka, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But what if I'm not strong enough?" she asked, her voice tinged with doubt. "What if... what if I can't do this anymore? He wrecked me, Ahsoka. More than I’d care to admit.”

Ahsoka reached across the table, gently taking Amina's hand in hers. "You are not alone in this, Amina," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "You have people who care about you, who want to help you heal. And together, we can face whatever challenges come our way."

Amina squeezed Ahsoka's hand, feeling a glimmer of hope flicker to life within her chest. Despite the darkness that threatened to engulf her, she knew that she wasn't alone, that she had friends who would stand by her side no matter what.

"Thank you, Ahsoka," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. "For being here for me, for understanding."

Ahsoka smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Always, Amina," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Amina gave her a half-smile, “when did you get so wise? I was always the one giving you advice.”

Ahsoka chuckled softly at Amina's teasing remark, a twinkle of amusement dancing in her eyes. "I guess you could say I've picked up a few things along the way," she replied with a playful grin. "But don't worry, I haven't forgotten all the wisdom you've shared with me over the years."

Amina smiled, a sense of warmth spreading through her chest at Ahsoka's words. Despite the hardships they had faced, she was grateful for the bond they shared, for the friendship that had sustained them through the darkest of times.

---

She stood in a grassy field two days later, her lightsaber in hand. She hadn’t turned it on or used it since Tantiss.

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, igniting her saber. As she slowly opened her eyes, she was met with a familiar bright blue light emanating from her lightsaber. Amina twirled the lightsaber, the familiar hum resonating in her ears. It felt right, it felt like hers again.

Sami, one of the young kids who Omega was imprisoned with on Tantiss, walked over to Amina. “Is that… a lightsaber?”

Amina nodded, turning it off, “it is.” She kneeled down in front of the young Pantoran.

Sami’s eyes were wide with awe. "Can I see it again?"

Amina smiled and ignited the lightsaber once more. The blue blade hummed softly, casting a gentle glow over Sami's face. "It's amazing," she whispered, reaching out a tentative hand toward the blade.

"Careful," Amina cautioned gently, moving the lightsaber slightly out of her reach. "It's very powerful."

Sami nodded, pulling her hand back. "Did you make it yourself?"

"I did," Amina said, deactivating the lightsaber and clipping it to her belt. “A long time ago.”

"Wow," Sami breathed, clearly impressed. "You're like a real Jedi."

Amina's smile faltered slightly at his words, memories of her past flooding her mind. "I used to be," she said softly, standing up. "But not anymore."

Sami looked up at her, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Why not?"

Amina sighed, ruffling her hair affectionately. "It's a long story, Sami. Maybe I'll tell you about it someday." When they tried to find the homes of all the kids taken, they were unable to find Sami’s parents, so she was still staying on Pabu. “Do you know why the Empire took you, honey?”

Sami hugged herself, “no.”

"You have the Force too. It's what makes me a Jedi. Hemlock was using you and the other kids for his experiments to help the Empire," Amina explained gently, watching Sami's expression closely.

Sami hugged herself tighter, her small body trembling slightly. "I don't want them to take me again," she whispered, her voice filled with fear.

Amina's heart ached at the sight of the young Pantoran's distress. She moved closer to Sami, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "They won't, Sami. I promise," she said firmly. "You're safe here on Pabu. We'll protect you."

Sami looked up at her, her eyes wide with hope and a glimmer of trust. "You promise?"

"I promise," Amina replied, her voice steady. "And you have Omega, the squad, and everyone on this island to protect you.”

Sami wrapped her arms around Amina’s neck as she quickly returned the gesture, hugging the young girl back. “Thank you,” Sami whispered.

“Of course, honey.” Amina pulled away, her hands on Sami’s shoulders, “but, there may come a day, far ahead in the future when you’ll have to protect yourself. How about I teach you some of the basic of the force, hmm?”

Sami's eyes lit up with excitement, her small hands clasped together in anticipation. "Really? You mean it?"

Amina nodded, a playful glint in her eyes. "Absolutely," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "But first, we need to find a quiet spot where we won't be disturbed."

Sami grinned from ear to ear, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I know just the place!" she exclaimed, grabbing Amina's hand and pulling her along.

Laughing, Amina allowed herself to be led by the eager young girl, her heart light with joy at the prospect of sharing her knowledge of the Force with someone so eager to learn.

They soon arrived at a secluded clearing nestled in the heart of the forest, the sunlight filtering through the dense canopy of trees above. Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her as she took in the serene beauty of their surroundings.

"This looks perfect," she said with a smile, turning to Sami. "Now, let's get started."

Sami nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. "What are we going to do first?"

Amina thought for a moment, considering the best approach to introduce Sami to the basics of the Force. "How about we start with something simple, like meditation?" she suggested.

Sami tilted her head to the side, a curious expression on her face. "Meditation? What's that?"

"It's a way of calming your mind and connecting with the Force," Amina explained patiently. "It can help you focus your thoughts and tap into your inner strength."

Sami nodded, her expression eager as she listened intently to Amina's words. "Okay, how do we do it?"

Amina smiled, gesturing for Sami to sit down on the soft grass beside her. "First, find a comfortable position," she instructed. "You can sit cross-legged or kneel, whatever feels best for you."

Sami followed Amina's instructions, settling into a comfortable position on the grass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of any distractions.

"Good," Amina said softly, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Now, focus on your breath. Inhale slowly through your nose, and then exhale through your mouth. Feel the air filling your lungs, and then releasing back out into the world."

Sami nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration as she followed Amina's guidance. She took a deep breath in, filling her lungs with air, and then slowly exhaled, feeling a sense of calm wash over her.

"Keep breathing like that," Amina encouraged. "And as you do, imagine yourself surrounded by a warm, comforting light. Let it wrap around you like a blanket, filling you with peace and serenity."

Sami did as Amina instructed, picturing the soft glow of light surrounding her in her mind's eye. She focused on the warmth of the light, letting it soothe away any tension or anxiety she felt.

As they sat in the clearing together, Amina guided Sami through the meditation, helping her to find a sense of inner peace and tranquility. For the first time in a long time, Amina felt a glimmer of hope stir within her heart, a sense of purpose and meaning that had been missing since her escape from the Empire.

Omega and the squad were on their daily walk through the forest, something Hunter suggested a few weeks ago, when Wrecker spotted Amina and Sami sitting on the ground.

Omega looked over at what Wrecker was watching, noting how Sami, who was shy and soft-spoken, listened to Amina closely.

Hunter came over, standing behind the two, a small smile growing on his face watching Amina interact with Sami. After watching for a few moments, Hunter decided it was time for them to continue their walk, taking one last glance at Amina.

When they finally finished the meditation, Sami opened her eyes, a smile spreading across her face. "That was amazing," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "I feel so... calm."

Amina returned the smile, her heart swelling with pride at Sami's progress. "You did great," she said warmly. "Meditation is a powerful tool, and with practice, you'll only get better at it."

Sami nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I can't wait to learn more," she said eagerly.

Amina chuckled softly, ruffling Sami's hair affectionately. "We'll take it one step at a time," she promised. "But for now, why don’t you go back to Shep’s? We’ll meet at the same spot you found me at tomorrow.”

Sami nodded eagerly, a smile still lingering on her lips. "Okay! Thanks, Amina!" With a wave, she scampered off, disappearing into the foliage of the forest.

As Sami disappeared from view, Amina let out a contented sigh, her heart full with the knowledge that she had made a difference in the young Pantoran's life. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she reached out with the Force, sensing the familiar presence of her lightsaber at her side.

Perhaps things could get better. Perhaps they already were.

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Our little star

Created: 16.05.2023

Finished: 16.05.2023

Edited: 14.09.2023

Age: 16, 17

Word count: 3,374

Warnings: None

Request: Yes

Pairing: BlackHill

Summary: Maria decides to give Natasha's daughter, Y/N, a very special gift for her upcoming birthday.

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Maria Hill was deeply lost in thoughts as she sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor.

She was actually so lost that she hadn't even heard the door of the room being opened.

Natasha Romanoff, the one person who knew Maria like the back of her hand, stepped inside and sat down next to her girlfriend on their shared bed and gently placed her hand on Maria's back.

It was only then that Maria had registered Natasha's presence in the room.

"Oh, hi, babe." Maria greeted her fiancée, surprise evident in her voice "What's up?"

Natasha quietly laughed "What's up?" She questioned amused "Since when do you use this kind of words? Hmm? That means that you're nervous. Don't think I haven't noticed how lost you were in your own head... Now tell me, what is bothering my sweet future wife so bad that she hasn't even reacted when I walked inside the room?"

'Damn it!' Maria thought 'She knows me better than I know myself.'

"I was thinking about Y/N." Maria admitted with a deep sigh

Ah, yes.

Y/N.

Natasha's 16-year-old daughter, who is soon to be 17.

Now it makes sense why Maria was so deep in her own mind.

Over the years, Natasha gradually filled different roles in Maria's life.

She was her enemy at first. The girl that Maria had sent Clint Barton to kill almost 15 years ago.

Clint couldn't do it and looking back on it, Maria is grateful to whatever higher being there is that Clint didn't have the heart to kill Natasha and her baby daughter, or else Maria's life would have been much more different now.

Then slowly, Natasha became her co-worker.

Then she became her friend the moment Natasha introduced Maria to her 2-year-old daughter.

Y/N.

The little girl who stole Maria's heart the moment Maria first laid eyes on her, hiding behind her mother's legs.

Y/N had Maria wrapped around her little finger from day one and, much to Natasha's dismay, Maria was never able to say 'no' to Y/N.

Then, slowly, over the years Natasha went from friend to best friend but that didn't last for long because soon enough Maria realized that Natasha was waking feelings inside her that were very different from the simple friendship ones.

Gathering the courage she needed, Maria asked Natasha to be her girlfriend, exactly on the day that marked 8 years since they met each other for the first time.

Not so surprisingly, Natasha accepted.

That's how Maria and Natasha moved together in their own little house outside of the big city.

One year ago and 6 years into their official relationship, Maria, with Y/N's help, asked Natasha if she wanted to be her other half forever, and after a lot of happy tears, Natasha said 'yes' once again.

The date for their big day is set to be next summer.

Now her relationship with Y/N, was something that never changed.

Maria had never stopped seeing Y/N as her own daughter despite not having any right over her.

Not legally, not biologically.

Y/N had never stopped being Maria's little star. Maria and Natasha's light in the dark. The hope that kept them going even in their darkest times. The motivation to finish any mission as soon as possible and safely so they could return home to their child.

Maria smiles.

Natasha had once referred to Y/N as 'their' child, not just hers, and it kind of stuck.

Maria had a new purpose in life.

To protect and take care of her girls.

Of Natasha and THEIR daughter.

"What about Y/N?" Natasha's voice pulled Maria out of her thoughts again "Please don't tell me that she had asked you to go and steal Bucky's arm with her just so she could hang it in her room and put fridge magnets on it? Please not again! The third attempt was enough."

"No!" Maria laughed "Of course not." She stopped and pretended to cough "Not today at least." She said under her breath but Natasha was still able to hear her, making the redhead roll her eyes in annoyance "I was thinking about what she means to me and about all the memories we have together, as a family. I was thinking about our future and what I want us to be in our future."

"And what do you want her to be for you?" Natasha questioned the brunette, a small smile on her face, as she already knew where this conversation was heading to

"I don't want to be her stepmom, Nat." Maria shook her head as her voice waved in the slightest "I don't want to be the woman she refers to as her 'mama's wife'. I want to be the woman she can happily come running to, knowing I'll forever protect her. I want to be the woman she can call her other parent."

Maria's brain stopped working for a split second.

Saying it out loud, made Maria feel insecure, nervous, and scared.

Sure, her feelings for you haven't changed just because she finally admitted to Natasha that she wants to be more than a parental figure in your life but now it makes new questions arise in her mind.

Questions she hasn't thought about till now.

What if Natasha doesn't want to share you and your custody with her?

She wouldn't blame Natasha if she felt like that.

Or worse, what if you didn't want Maria as your other parent? What if you never actually saw her as a parent figure but only just as a good friend that you could cause mischief with and get away from everything?

Well, that was bringing tears to Maria's eyes.

The possibility that she had misunderstood your behavior towards her this entire time was breaking her heart.

"And what do you plan to do about it?" Natasha quickly questioned, sensing the wave of thoughts that started flooding Maria's head

Maria looked at Natasha "I think..." She whispered "I think I want to, you know, legally adopt Y/N and become her other mother."

Natasha teared up and smiled.

The spy held her hands up and slowly cupped Maria's face, making the blue-eyed girl look directly into Natasha's emerald-green eyes.

"Well, you have my blessing if that's what you're looking for." Natasha whispered, failing miserably at hiding the emotions in her voice "I'm so proud of you for finally voicing your feelings."

And with that, Natasha placed a soft kiss on Maria's lips, trying to capture all the love she held for the commander.

"But what if Y/N doesn't want me to be her other parent?" Maria voiced her worries "What if she doesn't want a second parent? I know she never actually met her other biological parent and I don't care who that person might be but what if she doesn't want me?"

Natasha never told Maria who Y/N's other biological parent was and she never asked.

She didn't want to push Natasha.

Although Maria has a feeling that she already knows who Y/N's other biological parent might be.

"Oh, sweetheart. Mia, she loves you so much." Natasha reassured her fiancée "I know that she would be thrilled if you asked her to legally be your daughter as well. She wants you."

"But how can you be so sure?" Maria cried

"Because I gave birth to her." Natasha chuckled, trying to brighten up the atmosphere "I know her better than she knows herself. Just like I know you. And trust me, I couldn't ask for a better person to be my child's other parent than you."

Maria nodded unsure, not fully convinced by Natasha's sweet words.

"But what if she just wants her other biological parent? What if she just wants to find them and go live with them?" Maria sadly said

"You're so silly." Natasha laughed "Y/N already knows who her other parent is."

"She does?" Maria dumbfoundedly asked

"Of course." Natasha smiled "Her father has been in the picture for a few years now. Don't tell me you haven't noticed Y/N and her biological father acting a little bit too comfortable around each other?"

Thinking about it now, Maria understands everything. She truly sees the truth and her heart is filled with hope again.

"So she really will be excited to be my daughter as well." Maria stated with a wide smile "Thank you, Tasha." She finished with a kiss placed on Natasha's forehead "I love you so damn much!"

"I love you too." Natasha brightly smiled back at her Mia "Now, how about you turn this into the present you planned on giving Y/N for her upcoming birthday?"

Maria's smile faded "Isn't it a little too late to start the process now? Her birthday is in 3 days and you know how much papers take to be made here. It would take us at least a month to get all the papers ready for the adoption?"

"I might have a solution." Natasha giggled as she pulled her phone out of her pocket

"Who are you calling?" Maria frowned confused

"You'll see." Natasha smirked before turning her attention to the voice that boomed through her phone's speaker

"Hello?" The voice asked confused

"Matt, hey!" Natasha cheerfully greeted her old friend "Remember that favor you owed me? I need it now."

The three days left till Y/N's birthday have passed with the speed of light as Natasha and Maria focused on preparing the best birthday party you have had till now while also taking care of the necessary papers for adoption.

And just like that, the big day was here.

Natasha quietly sat down on your bed as Maria followed the lead and sat down on the other side of the bed.

Natasha looked at Maria and smiled as she quietly started counting.

"One..." Natasha started as she also counted with her fingers "Two... Three..."

"Happy birthday!" Maria and Natasha shouted in sync as loud as they could

You turned on your back and groaned. Definitely not happy that you were woken up from your peaceful sleep.

"Happy birthday, baby!" Natasha kissed your cheek "I love you so much!"

You fully opened your eyes and lazily smiled up at your mother.

"Thanks, Mama." You yawned "I love you too."

"Happy birthday, kiddo." Maria ruffled your hair with a smile of her own "God, can you stop growing please?" She groaned in fake annoyance at the fact that you were growing up

"Well, I can't control that, Ri Ri." You pretended to be offended but smiled nonetheless

The first time Natasha introduced you to Maria was a total success. That is if you don't count in the fact that you, at just almost 2 years old, failed to pronounce Maria's name.

So instead you just settled on calling her 'Ri Ri' and Maria never once told you to stop calling her that.

She actually grew quite fond of the nickname you gave her. She loved it and also loved the fact that even though you were now more than capable of correctly pronouncing her name, you still called her by that nickname.

"Good morning to you too, little star." Maria laughed "No need to be grumpy."

'Little star' is another nickname that just stayed. Maria called you that to show you how much brightness you brought into her life with just the simplest act of existing.

You loved it. Natasha loved it. It was a win-win situation.

"Well, I wouldn't have been grumpy if you didn't wake me up so early and shouted as if Loki turned himself into a crocodile again and tried chasing you." You laughed

"No, please!" Maria groaned "I remember we agreed to never talk about that incident like ever again. Can we just forget it?"

"Nope!" You laughed, highlighting the 'p' "It's too funny to not talk about it."

"Is that so?" Maria started tickling you "Take it back!" She laughed

"Never!" You tried to squirm away from her hold as she kept tickling you

Natasha watched her two loves interacting for a moment with an adoring look in her eyes before she joined in and started a tickling fight.

As the afternoon approached, guests started to fill Natasha, Maria, and Y/N's house.

You didn't want a big party. Just you, your family, and your extended family was enough.

And even though Natasha and Maria respected your wish of not having a big party, that doesn't mean they can't make it your most unforgettable one till now.

Although both Maria and Natasha very recently retired from their dangerous life as agents and Avengers team members to live a more peaceful life, the team still was their family.

The Avengers, Peter included, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with Fury in the front and Natasha's family, who came all the way from Melina's farm in Russia, started a fight about who should be the first to give you their present after they've spent almost the entire night playing family games.

"Guys?" Maria called out over the fussing in the room "Guys!" She shouted with her stern voice when she saw that the talking wasn't working, making the room instantly fall silent "I want to be the first one to give Y/N her birthday gift this year."

A few knowing looks from all across the big living room were given as all the eyes in the room fell on Maria and Y/N.

"Y/N..." Maria nervously started as she took in her hands a small wrapped package that Natasha handed her "I have known you since forever. I've been there for your first day of school, when you learned how to ride a bicycle for the first time, or when you told me and your mama that you wanted to follow in our footsteps and become an agent."

Maria took in a deep, shaky breath being aware of the waiting gazes that were on her, or of Natasha's tearful and loving look, or of the utter confusion that was written on your face.

"That's why I want..." Maria stopped and turned to Natasha waiting for her approval

Natasha nodded her head with a smile as the red-headed woman sniffed.

"That's why I want to become an official part of the family." Maria finished her sentence "I know that I said the same thing when I asked for your blessing to marry your mama but now I want to become one with your little family. To be bonded forever to you as well, not just to Natasha."

Maria handed you the small package in her hands while the same hands that handed you the present were shaking uncontrollably.

It was a beautifully wrapped gift in white wrapping paper and adorned with colorful stars all over it.

It was simply the best way of highlighting what you mean for her.

''Classic, Maria." You chuckled as you looked at the package, making everyone else follow in with a giggle of their own at your comment "You know, this is too long to be that portable gaming console you promised me for my birthday 2 months ago. And too light as well."

Maria tearfully chuckled "Sorry, kid. That one is somewhere in that big mountain of presents you'll receive from everyone. You'll have to find it when you unwrap all the other presents after the party."

"Oh, man." You pretended to be disappointed as you threw your head back, trying to hide your smile "Then what is in here that couldn't end up in my pile of gifts for tomorrow? It must be important if you started having a speech just to be able to give it to me."

"It is actually." Maria nodded

"Open it, baby." Natasha encouraged you as she walked beside you and rested her hand on your back

"Y/N..." Maria started as soon as you started unwrapping your gift just to reveal a stack of papers "You have been my little star from day one. You have become my light in the darkest hours and you gave me and your mama the strength we needed to keep fighting. Our little star. That's why I want to ask you if you would allow me the honor of being your other legal parent." She took in a deep breath "Y/N... Will you be my daughter?"

You stared shocked at the papers in your hands, your eyes wide and your mouth open.

Maria was quick in trying to explain herself, thinking that maybe you didn't want the same thing as she did when you had failed to give her an answer after a few silent moments where everyone eagerly waited for you to say something.

"I mean, I totally understand if you don't want me to become your other parent." Maria nervously tried to explain, looking down at the carpet underneath her feet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world "We're not biologically related and I know that what you and your mama have is a very special bond but, I don't know, I just wanted to have my own special bond with you as I spent countless nights watching you and her interacting and I-"

Maria's rambling was stopped by a very tight hug from you.

"God..." You breathed out as tears were already streaming down your face "You idiot!" You tearfully chuckled "Of course I want you to be my other parent. I thought you'd never ask."

Maria hesitantly wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer to her if possible.

"You do?" She asked confused, not quite believing her ears yet

"Of course I do. I always saw you as my other mother." You reassured the brunette woman "You have been by my side all the time. I don't remember a time when you weren't here by mine and mama's side. You were there when I was sick or at every soccer match or for every training session to make sure no other future agent would accidentally hurt me, making it very clear that if they dared do such a thing they'd never actually become an agent. You were there for bedtime stories or for walks in the park where we would stuff our faces with ice cream and Mama would shout at us to stop but you never told me I couldn't have a second cup of ice cream." You pulled back from the hug and looked directly into Maria's eyes "There wasn't a moment where you haven't been a permanent part of our family. It was just a matter of time till you realized that you have always been an official family member with all the necessary rights and that you will forever be one. Nothing will make me stop seeing you as my other mother. Blood or not. We're family, Ri Ri. These papers will just make it official for the outside world."

Maria couldn't stop her tears from flowing, hearing your nice words that she could feel that was filled with all your love and admiration for her.

And just like that, you have found yourself once again in the arms of the woman who has always been your second mother.

Blood be damned.

Love made a family, not blood, and your small family as well as your extended family was full of love of all kinds and that's what made it special and unique.

As Natasha joined the hug between you and Maria, pressing a soft kiss on your hairline, you couldn't help but cry happy tears.

Your big family was rather unconventional?

Yes.

Do you care in the slightest about what others may think of it?

No.

Was your family full of love that came in all shapes, colors, sizes, names, powers, and genders?

Yes.

And that's all that matters.

Maria finally felt like an official part of your life just like she was an official part of Natasha's life.

Maria's dream was finally fulfilled.

She had the family she had always longed for.

This was truly the most unforgettable birthday ever.

"I love you, Mom." You whispered in Maria's ear

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The Giant (15/16)

***Contains violence***

------Chapter 15------

I knew Chester had a point, of course. If I was going to stay, I had to learn to live around other giants, especially Chester's family. I didn't want his parents springing a surprise visit on us, much like the incident that occurred with Jasper. However, Jasper had no prejudice against humans, and he had only ingested me by accident after all. He had been cordial and friendly once everything had been explained. I couldn't expect the same courtesy from Chester's parents, apparently. They might even intentionally harm me. The thought terrified me.

I would prefer to be introduced to them on our terms, when we were ready. I suggested to Chester that if this was really what he wanted, he needed to break the news to them and arrange to meet up once they had processed the new information. Perhaps, by giving them some time, they might cool off and accept his decision to date a human before I had to actually come in contact with them. Chester agreed, but I noticed he was dragging his feet in regards to actually talking to them. At first, I didn't pressure him, since I wasn't too keen on meeting them myself. His procrastination, however, started to concern me. Was he that afraid of telling his parents?

"Chester? Are you going to call your parents and tell them?" I nagged. He was typing on his computer. He had been working on his writing while avoiding the issue at hand.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with one hand. "Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. I don't want to put your safety at risk." He regarded me forlornly. "I just... want us all to be a family together. I want you in my life completely, I don't want to have to hide you from my relatives like I'm ashamed of you."

"I feel the same way Chester," I agreed softly. "You don't have to worry about me, I can defend myself with my magic if need be. And of course I'll have you to protect me too."

"You... really mean that Jackie?" Chester inquired. He laid his chin on the desk so his face was closer to me. I could just barely reach his lower lip with my hand if I raised my arm. I kissed him where I could, on his chin.

"Of course," I answered.

"Alright. I'll go call them then." He grasped me in his hand and walked over to his phone, a landline on the side table in the living room. Giants didn't have cell phones apparently. I had noticed previously their technology wasn't quite as advanced as ours. He sat down on the couch and placed me in his lap. He picked up the phone and paused. Taking a deep breath, he dialed the phone number and waited. I could hear the phone ringing on the other side through the speaker. A click as someone picked up the call.

"Hello?" a deep baritone voice spoke. The voice alone sent a chill up my spine.

"H-hi Dad," Chester began, tripping over his words a bit.

"Chester," the deep voice said flatly. "Now this is unexpected. Haven't heard from you in a while."

"R-right. Sorry Dad, I've been... busy." An awkward pause. Why was Chester so intimidated by his father?

"What's this about, boy? Speak up." There was an edge of irritation in the remark.

Chester was starting to sweat. "Well Dad... I wanted to introduce you and Mom to someone. A girl I'm dating."

"Mmmm... it's about time Chester. You've been single too long. We can't let our bloodline die because of useless sons."

Chester reddened. "Um... about that... the thing is..." He was getting tongue-tied.

The voice on the phone huffed with impatience. "Whatever you want to say, just tell me tomorrow. You can bring the little lady by to our house for supper. I'll have your mother prepare a nice meal."

"Wait Dad-" Chester tried to speak up, but his father had already hung up the phone. Chester stared down at the phone in his hand as the dial tone hummed. He placed the phone back in the holder, still staring off into space where the phone had been. He remained frozen for a minute before crying out in frustration and burying his head in his hands.

"Goddammit!" he cursed. "Why can't I ever get through to him?" He ran his hands through his hair, exasperated. "What are we going to do now? We're in so much trouble!"

"Can you call him back?" I questioned. Chester's anguish was scaring me. I hadn't expected him to have this much trouble talking to his dad.

"Even if I do, I don't know if I'll have the courage to tell him," Chester confessed. "He's going to kill me. He's going to kill both of us."

"Calm down Chester, you're his son. It can't be that bad." I was trying to assure myself as much as him at this point.

"You don't understand. My dad is... scary." Chester blanched. "He's huge, even by giant standards. And he has a monstrous temper. He's a violent man." Wide-eyed with horror, I could only look up at Chester. "When Jasper and I were young, he would beat us for the most trivial things we did wrong. He was always disappointed in us for taking after our mother. She's smaller than him, and we turned out small too."

I tried to imagine Chester, the gargantuan giant I knew so well, as small, and I simply couldn't. "Can we just not go?"

"No," he grunted. "If we don't go, he'll get suspicious. He's going to find out either way."

I tried to think. "What about Jasper? Maybe he could convey the message if you're too anxious. We could at least invite him to come with us. For moral support." Chester ruminated on the idea and nodded. He picked up the phone again and called his brother this time.

"Hey there ol' Chestnut, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Jasper, as always, was loud and cheery.

"I've made a terrible mistake Jasper. I've invited myself to our parent's house tomorrow for dinner. With Jackie."

Jasper audibly gasped into the phone. "Why in the world did you do that? Do they know she's a human?"

"That's the thing. I couldn't bring myself to tell them. Do you think... you could call them up?"

There was a long pause. "I'll try."

"Call me back when you're done." Chester hung up. "And now we wait." He caressed me affectionately with his fingers while we idled. Neither of us spoke. We simply took solace in each other's company.

"I suppose this was going to happen sooner or later," I mumbled.

"Yeah," Chester agreed. "It would be much worse for them to drop in unannounced and find you here." I quaked at the thought. Chester closed his fingers around me and petted my back with his index finger. The phone rang and Chester seized it on the first ring.

"Well?" he asked expectantly.

"Well. I talked to Dad." A dramatic pause. "I told him that I went to your house, and met your girlfriend."

"And?"

"And... I told him she was nice."

"And?!"

"And pretty. And brave. And that she's a good match for you."

Chester groaned. "So you didn't tell him."

"Nope," Jasper admitted. "Sorry brother. I tried, I really did."

"Will you at least come to dinner tomorrow with us?"

Jasper exhaled. "Alright. I'll meet you at your house."

"Thanks brother." Chester set the phone back in its cradle and looked down at me in his lap. "We should probably get some rest. It's going to be a rough day tomorrow."

In preparation for the dinner, I used my blood magic to create as much human meat as I could, to placate the hungry giants and maybe prevent them from trying to consume me. I performed this labor the prior day, so I would be well-rested for the big event. I had a strong feeling I would need my lightning to protect myself. I was not going to allow myself to be eaten again if I could help it. I was done with being defenseless.

As the time drew near, Chester became inconsolable with stress. He couldn't remain still for long and would get up out of his chair and pace the room, fussing over everything. He was driving me crazy, since his constant worry was stressing me out too. Fortunately, Jasper's arrival helped ease the tension. Jasper was always a positive guy, and having a strong ally by his side seemed to calm Chester down.

When we were all ready to go, we got into Chester's car and drove to their parents' house. I rode on Chester's shoulder, leaning on his neck, and I could feel the tautness of his muscles as he moved. Though we mostly rode in silence, I tried my best to comfort Chester by massaging his shoulder and neck with my hands.

I was surprised to see that Chester's parents lived on a large estate, not an ordinary house. As we pulled in through the gates of the property, I spotted from my vantage point on Chester's shoulder fields of wheat, cattle and horses, and an artificial lake that was no doubt stocked with fish. Their domicile was a large, lavish mansion built with stone, like an old castle. Chester nudged me off his shoulder into his hand and stepped out of the car. Jasper hesitantly followed behind him as he walked up the stone steps to the front door.

I noticed with some trepidation that the door was very tall, even for a giant. Chester reached up with his free hand and grabbed the iron knocker on the door, slamming it a couple times against the wood with a crash. Heavy footsteps approached from inside the castle that rumbled the ground. I gulped and sank down lower in Chester's huge hand. He held me securely against his torso, ready for anything.

The door opened to reveal the most gigantic man I had ever seen in my life. I quickly put my hands over my mouth to muffle a cry of terror. Chester, standing at his full height, barely came up to the giant's chest. Not only was he tall, but also broad and beefy, massive in every way. He was hairy, too, with a fearsome beard and long hair. Oddly enough, he had an eyepatch over one eye, with a long scar that ran from his forehead, under the patch, to halfway down his cheek. I felt like a tiny bug as he towered like a skyscraper over me, indeed over us all, a giant amongst giants.

"What is this? Where's the woman?" the giant boomed in his bass voice. Chester and Jasper stared dumbly up at their father, unable to speak. The colossus's eye drifted downward to me and I had to use all my willpower not to duck and hide under his gaze. His eye narrowed darkly. "Why did you bring a human here? Is it for dinner? Your mom already cooked something."

Chester opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and managed to say, almost in a whisper, "that's... my girlfriend."

We all stood motionless, as if frozen in time. The words stuck in the air like a thick cloud. Chester's father didn't react right away, almost as if he couldn't understand what he just heard. As the news slowly dawned on him, his face evinced disbelief, then twisted into murderous rage. He turned red, almost purple, and his visible eye grew white-hot with uncontrollable wrath. His huge hands balled into iron fists.

"WHAT?!" he exploded. His voice was deafening, and we all flinched in response. His eye burned into me, then glared with the full force of its heat at Chester, who looked as if he wanted to disappear into the floor. He raised his fist and punched Chester in the side of his head, knocking him out cold. Chester fell back and his brother caught him before he hit the pavement. As Chester's arms went limp, I tumbled out of the safety of his hand and landed on his belly. His dad slammed the door in our faces and I could hear and feel him stomp away in his dwelling, cursing loudly.

"Well. That went about as well as expected," Jasper commented. He carefully laid his brother flat on his back on the porch. "I'll go inside and try to reason with him. Jaclyn, it would probably be best for you to stay out here." I couldn't have agreed more. Jasper stood up, collected himself, and went inside.

I sat down on my boyfriend's chest and waited, trying not to succumb to the dreadful fear growing inside me. From inside the mansion, I could hear a lot of screaming and banging around. While I wasn't able to hear the specific words, I doubted much progress was being made. The deep baritone of his father's voice shook the walls. I heard Jasper's familiar loud mouth yelling, and a woman's voice too, calmer but stern. After she spoke, the other two went silent. They started talking again, but not as aggressively as before.

Chester moaned softly as he regained consciousness. He brought his hand up to his aching head, where a purple bruise was starting to form. He tried to get up, but dropped back down as he was overcome by dizziness.

"Chester, are you alright?" I asked. He gripped me in his hand and pulled himself into a sitting position, still holding his head.

"Yeah," he muttered. "I'm sorry Jackie. I knew this was going to be a disaster."

"It's okay," I responded gently. Just then, Jasper came back outside, nursing a bruise of his own on his shoulder.

"You can come in now. Mom's cooled him off a bit," Jasper said through clenched teeth. Chester glanced at me, and in spite of how frightened I was, I gave him a determined nod. We had already come this far. No turning back now.

"Alright." Chester stumbled to his feet, inhaled deeply, and stepped inside. We entered a big fancy foyer, and Chester took a right into a living room with elaborate couches. A woman came up to him, obviously his mother. Although she was of course huge to me, she was delicate and petite for a giantess, shorter than Chester. She was very different than the father, physically his polar opposite. I understood what Chester meant now about taking after his mother, in regards to size, although he still mirrored the masculine qualities of his father. She had light green eyes and long, light brown hair. Every move she made exuded grace and femininity. Her hands floated when they moved and her feet seemed to glide.

She stopped when she saw me. She stared at me coldly, clearly not approving of Chester's choice of a mate. I didn't know what to do, except stare back at her. I felt so small. Not just in the literal sense, but like I was an inferior person, as if I didn't deserve to exist.

Chester, in an effort to reduce the tension, cleared his throat and interjected, "Mom, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Jaclyn. Jackie, this is my mother Gwen."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stammered out, "it's nice to m-meet you... Gwen."

She sighed, then replied, "nice to meet you too. I just wish it weren't under these circumstances." I was stung by her words, which seemed to imply I wasn't good enough for her son.

To my surprise, Chester spoke up in my defense, with quite a harsh response. "Mother, you're being rude. I love her. If you can't respect that we are going to leave now."

His mom raised her eyebrows in shock. I suddenly realized Chester's father had materialized in the doorway on the other side of the room, and had been listening to our conversation the whole time. I felt nauseous. He strode over with his massive bulk, still seething beneath the surface.

"You really mean that?" he inquired, his deep voice resonating through the room. His presence filled the space with a threatening aura that loomed over us.

Chester stood his ground. "Yes. With all my heart."

His dad reached out his hand. "Let me see her." Chester and I both turned white. "I won't harm her. Give her to me," he demanded, thrusting his hand forward again. Chester looked at me for permission. Inside, I was crying with fright, but now was not the time to show weakness. I stood tall and proud and prepared myself the best I could. Chester, with trepidation, handed me over to his father. I stepped into his father's gargantuan hand, walked to the center of his palm, and got down on my knees for stability.

His hand was rough and calloused, and made even Chester's huge hand look miniature. From my perspective, his hand was like a landscape of warm skin, with massive fingers curving above my head. If I angered him, he could easily close those fingers around me and squeeze the life out of me. I was prepared for pain and rough handling, but to my surprise he was gentle, making sure to move slowly when lifting me up to his face. I had the feeling he had handled humans before, and maybe didn't always crush them in his hands.

He glared at me with his good eye, and I stared back, unwavering. I knew a man like him would respect strength, not cowardice, so I fought the urge to cower and turn away. I wasn't able to stop my body from shaking, however. When the giant saw my hardened, determined face, he couldn't help but chuckle at me, the tiny creature in the palm of his hand trying so hard to be brave. This reaction was the last thing I was expecting and broke my concentration.

"Do you know why I hate humans?" Chester's dad questioned me, becoming serious. I knew if I spoke my voice would tremble, so I simply shook my head. "They took my eye from me," he continued, pointing to his eyepatch, "and they took my home away. What do you think about that?" He scowled and I could tell his temper was flaring up again.

I wasn't sure how to answer, but I realized he was testing me. I was also painfully aware of how miniscule I was, that he literally held my life in his hand, and could turn me into a lifeless corpse with a simple flex of his fingers. So I chose my words very, very carefully.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," I acknowledged, "and it's tragic the way things turned out. My hope is that giants and humans could live together in harmony. I'm in love with your son, and I want to stay with him here, in the Land of Giants." I gazed into the dark pool of his eye with intensity. He stared back, as if trying to see through me, into the depths of my soul. His sharp features softened. With a grunt, he handed me back over to Chester, who immediately cupped me in his hands to his chest. Hidden by his fingers, I permitted myself to shudder and gripped his shirt tightly, feeling the warmth of his titanic chest against my body. In response, Chester tightened his grip around me protectively.

"Let's eat dinner," his dad declared, lumbering out of the room. Everyone followed him into the dining room and his mom hastily began setting out the food on the immense wooden table. Chester and Jasper sat on one side, strategically placing me in between them, and their parents sat together on the other side. Chester's mom had set the table for five, naturally assuming that the new girlfriend was a giantess, so the chair and plate at the head of the table sat empty. I had brought with me my own eating utensils and dishes, appropriate to my size, that my parents had gifted to me during my short stay in the human realm.

His mother had made a fantastic feast of ham, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Chester served me up, cutting out small pieces of his own dinner and placing them on my plate. While I tried to act normal, I must confess I was both scared and nauseated, eating dinner with four colossal, ravenous giants. Just like Chester, they all had voracious appetites, shoveling truckloads of food into their bellies, with the exception of Chester's mom who ate with manners and poise. I half expected one of them to grab me off the table while I wasn't looking and stuff me inside their mouth.

Conversation was stilted and superficial, with Jasper doing most of the talking. I was quiet, only speaking when directly spoken to, and mostly to the two brothers whom I was more comfortable with. Every once in a while I caught Chester's father staring at me, and I met his gaze with determination. However, he wasn't as belligerent as he had been in the beginning, and he appeared to be looking more out of curiosity than malice. He was starting to come to terms with the inescapable reality that his son was dating a measly human. The mom snuck a glance at me a few times as well, and even rewarded me with a small smile when my eyes met hers.

Chester offered his family the human meat I had created with my blood magic. They all eyed me with interest, surprised by this new development, and sampled the succulent flesh. Unlike Chester, none of them had eaten any humans recently, and they savored the meat on their tongues. I had managed yesterday to manifest about three pieces per giant, so they each had multiple morsels to enjoy. They looked at me with newfound admiration, enough to make me uncomfortable, as their mouths were watering with desire. When asked, I demonstrated my magical ability, creating a few small chunks of meat that were greedily gulped down.

Overall, the dinner was a little awkward, but not too bad. Certainly better than anything I had expected from our first encounter. With time, I believed his parents might even warm up to me and accept our relationship together. We left in high spirits. Jasper took the wheel, and chatted and laughed the whole drive home. Chester held me in his huge lap, caressing me with his hands. I was relieved the ordeal was over, and sat content in the large soft hands of my giant boyfriend.

Chapter 1

Chapter 16

#g/t angst #g/t #giant #giant/tiny #tiny #g/t writing #giant tiny #size difference #g/t fluff #the giant #gentle giant #giant men #g/t story

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go-go-devil · 6 months ago

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16, 25 and 26 for dark souls :)

16: A funny story from your first playthrough?

My 1st playthrough was such a comedy lmao. Mainly when it came to the many ways I died. Perhaps the funniest one off the top of my head is when I was first trying to get through Sen's Funhouse Fortress. I had FINALLY beat that man serpent on the narrow bridge and nearly made it to the other side, only for that mage serpent above to hit me with a blast of lightning and knocking me off...

To which I then landed on a large platform below that I didn't know was there, which was crowded with mage serpents all hissing at me and ready to blast me! So to avoid them in my weakened state I rolled off the ledge and into the tar pit below...

To which I THEN realized I there was a titanite demon directly in front of me! So I kept rolling like a mad lad to get away from it and turned the corner, only to roll straight into TWO MORE TITANITE DEMONS!!

Then I finally died XD

At that point I wasn't even mad due to the sheer slapstick shenanigans that lead me there. You bet you're ass this death is gonna be adapted into To The Accursed

25: Something that made you really proud?

Honestly, beating every boss in that game and finding my way to the next bonfire made me feel proud of myself. Dark Souls 1 is really good at making every little action you make feel important. The best of those moments though had to be when I beat Ornstein and Smough for the very first time by myself, after over a decade of knowing these two were some of the hardest bosses put into a video game. Once I beat them I felt like a goddamn CHAMPION ✨

26: Do you summon or prefer to play solo?

Now that I finally can use online features in Remastered, I'll admit that I haven't tried summoning others for help yet. The only summon I did was when I summoned a guy who laid down a dragon eye, to which I beat him in a duel and earned myself a dragon scale <3

However, I myself have been summoned numerous times by other players. Since I already beat the game I figured I can be helpful to anyone struggling on a boss I don't have trouble with anymore, and I just generally enjoy helping people :-)

#dark souls #asks #these were some fun questions!

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29daffodils · 1 year ago

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so i saw this post of mine has 2 notes now (haha, lucky me) and thought i'd share whatever i could save from 10 years back, considering i probably won't be able to actually write this out anytime soon.

mind you, i was 16-17 when i wrote this, back in 2012-13 or so, now I'm almost 28 (in 2 months). my writing style has changed a lot but also not very much. I'm cringing a little while reading this too, but this was one of my better stuff from back then and kinda reflects my current style to a great extent.

also, heh, turns out you forget details with time. it's kyoya who's leaving for college and ryuuga stays behind because he wanted a career in music. anyway, here ya go.

needless to say, do not repost. i hope it won't happen. this is a child of mine i haven't been able to nurture. but. you can have it for now!

The two days after their trip and before Kyoya's departure, Ryuuga's head is constantly swimming in a sea of emotions, muscles wound tight, an oppressive air all around him, inside him, threatening to choke him to death.

Anger. Hatred. Disgust. Betrayal. Loss. Loneliness.

He lists off each one as he helps Kyoya pack, but can't decide which one of them he feels strongest.

When they are done — two heavy bags neatly arranged at the foot of the bed, Ryuuga turns to leave.

"You should stay" Kyoya says with a hopeful lilt in his voice, and that is when Ryuuga makes the lamest excuse of his life to get away from this boy he has loved since the first time he laid eyes on him.

"I've got a headache" he says, heading towards the door. "Gonna take a nap."

Kyoya does not look the least bit convinced and Ryuuga does not want to argue with him right now of all things possible because he knows how adamant Kyoya can be when he wants his way.

"But kaa-chan made dinner ——" Kyoya starts, moving towards him to make his point and ——

"I wanna take a goddamn nap, Kyoya! Can ya leave me alone for once?"

The room goes deathly silent then.

Kyoya stands beside his bed, hands balled up into fists, lips pressed together and jaws shut tight.

And while Ryuuga keeps looking at him, he hates himself just a little bit more.

He did not mean to burst out like this, but he's so angry right now; has been this way for so long, since the day he came to know that Kyoya got into Tokyo U.

That this will probably be it. Their end.

He wants to claw his eyes out, pull at his hairs until they are nothing but shreds of dead protein, because he is so so so goddamned scared right now and there is no one to talk to, definitely not Kyoya, and God knows that if he stays here one more minute, he'd go to Kyoya crawling on his knees and beg him to stay, to hold onto them instead of his dreams, to wait for a few more years so that they can leave this place together, so that ——

"Okay" Kyoya says, uncurling his fists, and so, instead of doing all this and more, Ryuuga takes that much needed step back, learns to let go before Kyoya pushes him away, because regardless of everything else, what does not change is the fact that he is twenty years old and a coward, scared of being wounded by love.

The headache he lies about comes to bite him in the ass.

By the time it's eleven, his head is pounding so hard he thinks that his eyes might just pop out from all that pressure.

The thought of Kyoya leaving is constantly bugging him and truth be told, he's fuckin' tired of it all now.

At 10.50, there is a knock on his bedroom door and he grumbles just loud enough to make himself heard, "Maa, I don't want dinner, I ——"

"I thought you needed a nap."

—— and that is definitely not his Maa's voice.

He sits up to look at Kyoya standing by the door.

"What're ya doing here?"

Ryuuga gets a raised eyebrow for that.

Kyoya walks up to him and places something on the study table.

"You forgot your watch" he says and just, stands there, watching him.

After a while, Ryuuga sighs loudly and says, "C'mere", opening his arms for Kyoya to slip in.

He kisses his forehead then, just a soft press of lips not meant to lead anywhere.

"Sorry I was a dick" Ryuuga mumbles, running a hand over Kyoya's stiff back.

"How's the headache?" Kyoya asks in return.

"Don't have one" he lies.

"Your eyes are bloodshot, Ryuuga."

Ryuuga takes a deep breath then and reminds himself exactly why he did not want to see Kyoya's face tonight anymore.

He knows, that even now, there is a huge possibility that if he asks, then Kyoya will stay, apply to some other college on the island or something.

But that is the problem, isn't it?

He does not want to squash Kyoya's dreams, in spite of everything that he wants.

So he draws back and says, "Go home now. I'll see you tomorrow."

Kyoya reaches towards him, stubborn, so stubborn, says, "You can talk to me."

But Ryuuga doesn't want this, not right now at least.

"There's nothing to talk about" he tells Kyoya, sternly this time so that it gets through his thick skull. "I'll see ya tomorrow. Promise."

Kyoya stands, tips his jaw up, defiant, strong-willed, and then presses a kiss to his forehead, hands him something from his pocket.

"Take them with some food" he says, "or you'll get gas."

Ryuuga's lips twitch up, fingers curling around the ibuprofen tablets, and this is another problem, isn't it? Kyoya jokes without meaning to, cares without showing, loves without asking and Ryuuga, he's going to... miss him so much.

"I love you" Kyoya says, before he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

#ryuukyo #beyblade metal saga #beyblade metal fight #metal fight beyblade #mfb #kyoya tategami #ryuga kishatu #ryuuga #my posts #my fics #source : 29daffodils

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heathfall · 1 year ago

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HalfClan, Moons 13-18

Moon 13: A loner meets a patrol at the edge of the border, asking to join HalfClan. He's accepted and takes on the name Kelloggslight

Kelloggslight! He's a rather handsome former loner, for a man named after cereal. He's 102 moons. Cold and a good teacher. What a lad.

Mousedapple and Frogears both die from eating tainted prey. The Clan decides no cat is fit to be deputy in Mousedapple's stead. (I'm really sad about this. I was looking forward to Frogears x Marigoldfrost).

(I guess no one told Mousedapple that he died.)

Moon 14: No one is fit to be deputy. The Clan is really falling into turmoil without Mousedapple and Frogears. Everyone is spreading rumors about each other (there's literally only one positive relationship event this moon out of the nine, and it's Marigoldfrost telling a story to Cricketstar)

Patrol time! I'm sending out the Orange Squad (Cricketstar, Jasperstream, Marigoldfrost, and Kelloggslight). They come across a strong dog. Cricketstar, the strict leader that she is, demands that they attack it. Marigoldfrost, fierce as she is, agrees. They work as a team, pushing the creature away from the territory with no injury.

Moon 15: No one is fit to be deputy. Cricketstar loses a life to a QuietClan warrior (down to four). The Clan gets along better this moon.

Moon 16: No one is fit to be deputy. Brackentail is beginning to fight with Cricketstar over what she considers right. The Clan is fighting again (out of ten interactions, only one is positive, and it's the old ladies sharing prey with each other).

Patrol time! Sending out Brackentail, Jasperstream, Turtlerun, and Kelloggslight. Kelloggslight has had a StarClan dream, and talks to Brackentail over what it could mean for the Clan. Brackentail and Kelloggslight discuss this in detail and work to divine its meaning.

Moon 17: No cat is fit to be deputy. Alderfur earns a scar fighting a dog on Cricketstar's orders. Alderfur is 141 moons old (pushing 12 years old). She's been an elder since moon one.

(once again, I can't see her scar. she's just a silly old lady.)

Marigoldfrost has caught wind of Kelloggslight's vision, and now believes that she is part of the new prophecy: Snowfall will cover the struggles of the past and allow the Clan to become whole.

(Not super relevant, but I think it's kinda fun that she was recently chastised by the deputy. There is no deputy, but he WAS her mentor prior to his death.)

Moon 18: No cat is fit to be deputy. Cricketstar and Marigoldfrost interact again. Cricketstar grows frustrated with Marigoldfrost, now two years old, not taking warrior duties seriously. Nectarfoot and Jasperstream help Marigoldfrost work some difficult issues.

Patrol time! Sending out Marigoldfrost, Jasperstream, Kelloggslight, and Turtlerun. They go hunting and find success hiding their scent in a smelly bush. Sounds nasty, but if it works, it works.

Scene (Moon 16):

Nectarfoot laid in the late greenleaf sun, letting the warmth spread through her aching joints. The camp was quiet, and she allowed herself to feel an uneasy peace.

A nearby rustle caused her to open her eyes. Alderfur was returning, a squirrel hanging in her jaws.

"That looks good," she said. "Did you catch it yourself?"

"I did."

"I'm surprised you could run fast enough to catch a squirrel. I thought your shoulders would crumble into dust." Alderfur hmphed.

"I guess you don't want any, then." Nectarfoot twitched an ear.

"I didn't say that." Alderfur shuffled the squirrel closer.

"Well, take some," she said. "But move over and let me into the sun first." Nectarfoot obliged. They ate in silence for a while, making quick work of the squirrel.

"Why did you share?" Nectarfoot asked, when she had finished.

"I haven't always been nice to you," Alderfur said. "But with the way things are going in this Clan, I think we need to stick together. I'm too old to keep running."

#warrior cats #warriors #erin hunter warriors #heathfall #warrior cats clangen #clangen #halfclan #its my birthday. wish me happy birthday

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softly-potter · 2 years ago

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Still Friends | Chapter 4: Worth the Wait

Summary: After a chance encounter at a party, Wanda and Bucky find they have more in common than they realized.

This fic is heavily inspired by 'Friends' by my lovely friend Poppy. She is aware of this fic and I've been given permission for this marvel-version retelling! If you haven't read her dramione fic 'Friends', I HIGHLY suggest it. I fell in love with the story and couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Wanda and Bucky instead of Hermione and Draco? Thus "Still Friends" was born. Enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 33,068

Warning: smut, drug use, depression

Chapter 4: Worth the Wait

May 6th, 2026

He had been dreading the night for nearly two weeks before its arrival. Bucky had known every time Sam sent out an invite text, that he would do the civil thing and attend. It didn’t mean that he wanted to.

He knew the moment he saw her, he’d want to bury his face in her hair and never let her go.

He arrived before her. Upon entering, Bucky was greeted by a lightly intoxicated Shuri, her once braided hair now loose and large, the curls covering her forehead.

“Where’ve you been, white boy?” She chirped, her smile wide. “The party started like an hour ago.”

“No, you just got here an hour early and instantly attacked my booze.” Sam called from somewhere in the kitchen and Bucky granted them with one of his rare smiles.

“It’s good to see you, I’m glad I could actually make it this year.” Shuri said as they entered the kitchen. Sam had a wash rag draped over his shoulder, intently attacking a block of ice with a pick.

“It's been a long time.” Bucky commented, and Sam laid down the pick.

“A long time?” He inquired, cocking his head. “I haven’t seen this man since my last party, and even then it was barely for an hour. What’s your poison tonight?”

Bucky shrugged, and gestured his chin to the bottle of Hennessy. “I’m a busy guy. And I’ll take that.”

Sam poured him a glass, handing it to him with one ice cube, before the door opened and more people entered. Bucky held the glass close, nodding politely to his coworkers, answering the uninterested ‘how are yous’ before he eventually made his way to his spot on the porch.

She still wasn’t there, and he wondered if she would be coming at all. He hadn’t heard much of her the last year. She seemed to be just as under the radar as him.

And when he saw the blur of orange hair, his face immediately heating up. She exits her car, this time she's dressed in overalls, a cream sweater beneath it, her hair in a pony tail, and she’s carry a plate of fruit.

They make eye contact a few paces before the steps, and she visibly swallows as she climbs them, pausing next time him, in front of the door.

“Happy end game.” She says, a tight smile on her face.

He can only nod in the awkwardness of it all, and she enters the house. The music has already started, the sound of Clints’ cheering and Sams’ laughing echos in Buckys’ ears.

He takes a sip, then another, gazing out at the porch, the water, the old sail boat moving like a lonely captain.

The screen door creaks as she opens it, then slams back into place as she releases it. She stands on the opposite side of the door, mimics his stance as she leans and its quiet between them.

Her shoulders are tight; he can tell when he looks to his right at her. She seems to be lost in thought, and his staring goes unnoticed. She’s the most beautiful when she thinks she’s alone. It looks like her hairs been cut, the tendrils not as long as he remembered. Her eyes, the green emeralds, are bright, unfocused, arms crossed over her stomach. The rays from the porch light bounce off her cheeks and hair, and she's almost shining. Lips parted, he stares at them unabashedly, wishing he could kiss them again, part them, nip them.

He stares at her but it makes him realize he’ll never have her; not in the way he wants. He’ll never be good enough for her, and he’ll never get to prove that fact otherwise. Won’t ever be able to hold her, cherish her. Never love her.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to stare?”

His cheeks heat instantly, turning his eyes away and clears his throat, trying to find something new to look at.

Everything else is black and white.

“I know my mother did.” She continued, picking at her sweater. He nods, takes a sip. Doesn’t trust himself enough to engage in conversation. “She taught me a lot.”

She pauses, flicking lint off her sweater. Bucky takes another sip.

“You could’ve fucked me last year and you didn’t. Why not?”

He chokes on the liquor. He coughs, his mind whirly of what the fuck he was supposed to say to that.

A small candle of hope lit inside him at the fact that she remembered what had happened at all, much less mentioned it. The night he had stepped away from the brightest thing he’d ever encountered. Her commentary also answered his unasked question; she had wanted to fuck him too.

“You were drunk.” He says, trying to keep his voice even.

“So?” She counters, her tone puzzled. “What's that got to do with anything? You were drinking too I believe.”

He had been, and he’s surprised again at the details she recalls.

“You would’ve blamed the alcohol, said it was a mistake.” He says though gritted teeth. “If I fuck you, I want you to know it, to 100% choose it. To know you wanted to do that, and that it was me who had you sounding like that.”

She hums, her gaze aimed at the sea, and he takes a sip again, hoping it’ll calm the rattle in his chest.

“I wouldn’t have blamed the alcohol,” she comments, her finger tapping her chin. “I wanted it.”

“Guess we’ll never know.” Bucky mummers into his glass, aiming to sound impassive, before setting it down on the railing. He proceeds to stare at it just to avoid her eyes. The porch shakes slightly as she walks over to him, stopping so that she’s barely an arms length away.

Her green eyes shine, a determination boiling beneath the surface. Slowly, she takes his hand, gently squeezing before placing it on her hip.

“Don’t you want to find out?” She asks, her voice meek, not sounding nearly as brave as she looks and Bucky is certain his brain short circuits.

She’s very beautiful, especially this close. He wonders if she knows that.

Wanda is kissing him before he can think of a response, her mouth sliding over his in a deliciously slow movement. It’s patient and hopeful, mixed with a little fear, and he’s never been so relieved. His hand moves up from her hip, encasing her ribs and she takes a step closer, their chests brushing. The movements electric, and he encircles her back, making her flush against him as her hand goes to his neck.

He’s dreamt about kissing her again, about her cherry lip balm. About feeling her pressed against him, making her shiver.

It’s like dancing. He used to love dancing during the 40’s, before the war, before he’d been mutilated. He’d enjoyed it, the ease of dancing with a pretty girl in a low lit bar, and now it felt as if their mouths were moving in time with a beat.

Cupping her face, he tilts it, nipping her lip, then licking it softly. She seems to like that, her hands on his jacket lapel, pulling him to her. Her tongue brushes his teeth, twisting, deepening the kiss and he groans against her.

The hand on her ribs moves to the middle of her lower back, holding her, and he’s gentle as he walks forward, her front still pressed to him, until she’s backed against the railing. He breaks the kiss just for a moment, and holds her eyes as he bends slightly, gripping below her knees, pushing her to sit on the railing. She obliges quickly, pulling him between her legs and he steps into her like she’s home.

One hand still below her knee, he pulls it up slightly, and she hums, kissing him as her arms wrap around his neck. He’s hard, straining, and the sounds she’s making causes him to stiffen even more, if that were possible. With his free hand he holds her neck, the pressure light as he peppers her mouth.

He can’t help but shift, and she scoots closer, pressing her clothed core into him and he nearly yelps.

“Wanda…”

She moves her torso, grinding lightly, and bites his bottom lip, holding it there between her teeth and pulls. Bucky groans low, his grip on her neck tightening.

He pulls away just barely, sucking in oxygen, and she moves to his neck, teeth scraping. Her kisses are hot, damp against his skin and he hopes there will be marks tomorrow.

Her hips rock into him, and his hand drops her knee, tangling in her hair. Biting down, he winces slightly, before she licks over the skin gently, pressing a kiss to the spot, then up until she meets his earlobe, taking it in her teeth.

Pulling her head back, she stares at his face. “Please.”

He could combust.

Tightening his grip on her hair, he yanks, and she gasps as his lips press to her jaw, one hand holding the side of her face.

It’s rougher, and obviously that's how she wants it, as she rocks herself against him again. Groaning against her throat, he pulls hard, and sucks at a spot just below her ear.

Her body tenses, fingers frozen and her legs lock around his hips. He grins against her skin.

Pulling back, he grabs her face in one hand, her cheeks squished slightly between his thumb and index finger. “You have a choice to walk away right now.”

She pouts, tries to grab him, but he keeps her still, eyebrows raised in questioning. “I don’t want to walk away.”

Her fingers seem to work again and she’s pulling at his jacket, attempting to push it off his shoulders, but his grip on her face is hard. She glares, then her eyes soften, and she opens her mouth, her tongue pressing flat against the skin of his hand.

His eyes widen, grip loosening, and she takes his hand in hers before sticking his finger in her mouth. Eyes trained on his, she sucks, her cheeks slightly hollowed, and he can feel her tongue flick against his knuckles.

His brain fries, skin alight, and he damn near pants. He doesn’t want to stop, but he needs to hear her say it, needs to make sure she verbally confirms she wants him.

“Use your words, little witch.” He mummers as he watches her assault his hands.

“I want you to fuck me so well I forget how to spell my name.”

The sound of her voice vibrates against his finger, and he pulls it from her mouth, a wet pop! sounding before he leans down.

She’s grinning, knowing exactly how well she’s affecting him, prideful that he’s aching because of her. Gripping her thighs, he picks her up, her legs fasting around his hips, and he begins to walk them off the porch, down to his bike.

She laughs, her hair bouncing as they step, and he loves the sound.

The ride is quick, Wanda attempting to palm him as they drive and he weakly swats her hands, the action far too distracting for him to be able to navigate while feeling that.

She kisses his neck and the back of his jacket when he parks, standing before the engine has even cooled, and he slaps her ass as he gets off the bike. She’s hungry, starving, pulling at his shirt as he closes the door, pushing his jacket off his shoulders, successfully this time, and yanks at the bottom of his shirt. He slides the overalls down her shoulders, pulling her to him on his couch.

The apartment is dark, but she slides into his lap with ease, nipping and licking at him. She’s panting as he lifts his shirt off, nails raking down his chest, and he sucks on her neck. She moans, shifting against him, and Bucky cannot believe his luck. She’s half dressed, wearing only her top and panties, the thin cloth allowing her heat to become more tangible.

She smells like honey, and he wants to devour her.

He isn’t sure when she undid his jeans. He stands, lifting her with him, and she moves his jeans down roughly with her feet, her mouth still searching for his, still hungry.

It’s clumsy and fumbling and he’s blissful, caring about nothing but the redhead in his lap.

He plops back down, and she blows his chest. He grunts, sliding his hands into her hair as Wanda feelings down his front. She pulls back, eyes blown.

“What are you waiting for, solider?” She smiles, a childish grin on her face. He nips at her lip, dropping a hand down and giving her hip a squeeze. “Where's the bedroom?” He goes to answer but she cuts him off. “Fuck it, fuck me right here.”

His brows raise high, and she laughs before kissing him again.

They kiss hurriedly, hearts racing, blood pumping in his ears as he grips the hem of her shirt. Her hands are up and it's over her head in an instant.

His mouth waters. She isn’t wearing a bra.

He nearly buries his face in her chest, licking the skin on the left as his hand palms the right. Her head arch back, eyes shut, and he twists her nipple. She hums, fingers gripping his shoulders and he gives a tentative lick. Her skin is smooth as he takes her into his mouth, hands wrapping around her waist.

“James James James.” She hums, and he’s shocked at his real name. It sounds official in her voice, reverent, and his cock strains against her. She must feel it, because her hips move, grinding into him and he bites gently.

She gasps, gripping his face and pulling him away from the glory that are her tits, kissing him hard.

He gulps her, wishing he could inhale her. Her cheeks and chest are pink, her eyes shining as she removes herself from his lap, pulling at his hands to stand with her. Her fingers are on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down before he’s fully standing. She grips him and he’s instantly dizzy.

She’s on her tiptoes, pressing her mouth to his, tongue poking and prodding as her hand strokes him slowly. He’s aching, submissively opening his mouth to her, and she pours herself into him with every kiss.

He stutters, and she pushes him back against the couch softly, releasing her hold on him. His cock slaps against his stomach as he looks at her with lust covered eyes. She smiles, before she bends and her underwear is gone. He drinks in her naked form.

Nipples peaked from exposure, her breasts are creamy, with a faded scar just below her collarbone. Her ribs poke through her skin, hip bones jutting, and she’s smooth all over. She watches him look at her, and cups her sides.

“I know, I know,” she sighs, taking a step forward. “I should eat more.”

He reaches for her, and she melts into his hold, legs on opposite sides of his thighs. Balancing herself, she holds onto his shoulders, and he grips her behind the knees, hands tracing up her thighs, hips, caressing her breasts before settling on her hips again.

“Nah,” he whispers, and she holds his eyes as she takes him in her hand, aligning herself. “You're perfect.”

She pauses, looking down and then back at him.

Fear is drawn so perfectly on her face it could be a famous painting, like The Boreas.

”You — you shouldn't want this, not with me," Wanda says, voice tight, her grip loosing. “I’ll burn you.”

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. A literal angel, thinking she could stain him. Impossible.

Bucky grabs the hand that's gripping him, and interlaces their fingers, before bringing it to his mouth. He kisses her knuckles. “I’ve wanted you since that first time I saw you on that front porch.” Kisses her hand again, this time shutting his eyes. “Don’t go telling me I don’t want this, cuz I do.”

“What will our friends think?” She whispers, her voice impossibly low.

He kisses her hand again. “Fuck ‘em.”

She cups his face and pulls him to her. ”Stop overthinking," he whispers. She places a chaste kiss on his lips. “Don’t let a few maybes take you away from me.” Her eyes are wet, and he kisses the corner of her mouth. “Not when I’ve been waiting so long.”

She’s staring at him, still bracing herself above him before she bends down, aligns herself and slowly sinks. She’s smooth, warm, her eyes closing as he bites down on his cheek to keep from completely coming undone.

Rocking her hips slowly, Wanda lets out a breathy moan.

He’s officially died and gone to heaven.

Knees settled by his hips, she looks down to where they are joined, before glancing at him and grabs his hand. Lacing their fingers, she rocks again and this time he doesn’t hold back. His groan is deep, parched. Like a man dying of thirst.

He watches her move, hands light on her hips, traveling up her abdomen to cup her breasts, feel her skin. She’s warm, blissfully so, and when she raises up instead of rocking, he misses the contact.

She slides back down easily.

Leaning forward, she kisses him as she rocks, her hands in his hair, pulling, and he nips at her. He tugs her lip and she lets out another sweet song.

“Keep goin’” he praises, squeezing her hips. “s’perfect, you’re doing so well.”

She smiles at his words, he can feel it against his lips, and her hands leave his hair to scratch lightly down his chest.

He needs to go faster, wants to see how well she can take him when he’s the one directing, but he holds himself back. Right now, it’s about her. And she’s doing a damn fine job at it.

Bucky kisses her throat, and she clenches around him. He nearly comes right there, nearly forgetting what it had felt like to be inside a woman. He grips her hips tightly, almost certain she’ll be bruised.

“One sec, one sec,” he practically wheezes and she gives him a quizzical look before realizing what he meant. “You’re too fucking good.”

“Says you.” She laughs lightly, and nips his earlobe. She’s sweating, a light shine on her brow and her cheeks are rosy, hair sticking to the back of her neck.

Bucky grins, placing his hands back on her hips tightly and thrusts up into her. She gasps, her surprise so clear, and her lids flutter.

He does it again and again, his grip bruising, pace quick but timed, and Wanda arches as he moves under her. Her tits bouncing in his face, he reaches for one, licking the side.

“D-don’t stop,” she says, head tipping forward until her cheek is against his temple. Her hair falls into his face and he inhales deeply, reveling in it.

His core muscles are tense, hands rigid on her, lips sore. Happiest he’s ever felt.

The couch makes a bumping sound as it moves on the floor in time with his thrusts. The apartment smells like sex, and he thinks he should probably get a candle. Or better yet, leave the smell and get turned on every time he sits on his couch.

She moves her head back from his temple, smashing their mouths together. They’re a mix of teeth and spit and sweat. The kiss is messy, slightly sloppy, the type of kiss you have with someone special. It makes his insides flip.

Gripping her tightly, he stands, flipping them so that her back is laying on the couch and he hovers above her. His dog tag comes into view, hanging between them. He completely forgot he had it on.

“Why two?” She questioned, nodding at it. He sinks into her, and she moans, gripping his bicep.

“One’s mine,” he grunts, thrusting again. “The others is Steve’s.” He moves again, and she mewls, legs wrapped around his hips.

“O-oh?” The word comes out more of a question, and Bucky grins, sinking in again. Her eyes roll back.

He jackhammers himself into her, the pace maddening, the grip deathly, and she takes it all. His core burns, right arm aching, but he doesn’t quit. Not when she’s looking so lovely like that. She flutters around him, biting the inside of her cheek, and he nearly comes himself when he realizes she’s close. Her mouth opens, and then shuts, her eyes blown. He slows slightly, easing his grip, and she grabs his dog tags, yanking his face close.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she sighs, her breath fanning across from him. Her eyes go wide. “Please don’t.”

He can feel a bit of his old 40’s playboy-self peek out, his ladies-man charm spiking at the fact that she was pleading with him to let her come.

He was, in fact, a gentleman. And a man makes such a lady always comes first.

He kisses her gently, her mouth opening to him, before slamming into her. She all but screams.

The pace is punishing. His head falls next to her jaw, and he kisses the junction between her neck and shoulder as he moves, hips snapping.

She’s humming against him, saying something low and he strains to hear.

More, more, please more.

She flutters, clenching him, and he’s aching, his sides burning. Reaching down, his thumb finds her most delicate area. Her legs jerk, and she locks around his hips, eyes screwed tight.

He wants to tease her, wants to draw it out longer but hadn’t she asked so politely? He presses his thumb against her, and her mouth opens, lips slick with spit.

She looks blissful as she unravels.

“Look at you,” he mummers as her breathing returns. His head drops to her shoulder. He’s grunting into her neck, his own release rapidly approaching. “So good for me.”

“Yes, look at me.” She says, and he leans up from her neck, eyes taking in her face. He comes almost immediately.

Bucky collapses, his arms exhausted from an activity its not used to, and Wanda wraps her arms around his shoulders, hugging him. He slides out of her gently, his cock empty and satisfied. By the look on her face, so is she. He pulls her hand so that she’s sitting up, and they lay against the back of the couch, chests heaving, catching their breath.

“Could've had that last year.” She says when she finally catches her breath. He gives her a raised brow before chuckling.

“Was worth the wait.”

She bites her lip, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, it was.”

He shows her where the bathroom is, gives her a towel to clean off. Ten minutes later she calls his name, pulling him in with her and he fucks her against the tile wall.

#winter witch #bucky barnes x wanda maximoff #still friends #ao3 crosspost

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Friendship

Teens Xcite 2016.02.20

Friendship

Friendship is part and parcel of your life. It is something that everyone will have. We have made friends since we are young. People will still have friends no matter how old you are.

"Friendship is the hardest thing to explain. It's not something you learn in school, but if you havent learnt the meaning of frienship, you really haven't learned anything." – Muhammad Ali

Friendship is something everyone will have and it is important to us.

Friendship is something that is important in the eyes of God. Friendship itself is God's idea.

"It is not good for man to be alone"

Genesis 2:18 The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”

We were not created to be solitary creatures, even though we might like solitude sometimes. We are never meant to be alone.

What is true friendship? John 15:12-17 My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command. I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you. This is my command: Love each other.

The bottom line of friendship is God, and it is Love because God is Love. Friendship has evolved into something else in the world. If you want to have strong friendships, it is about love.

Jesus tells to lay down your life for the life of a friend. The people around us are important. We need to appreciate and to develop real friendships.

We know many names and many people but we have not invested the time and emotions to get to know each other personally.

Technology has brough us closer, but we still love each other from a distance. There is something worth more than friendship like this.

We build relationships from a distance nowadays.

In this day and age, people are too busy building relationships thumbs-to-thumbs and not face-to-face.

Will you lay down your life for your friends? The word of God says that that is the greatest mark of friendship.

"We are living for "likes" yet we still long for love." – Pastor Craig Groeschel

True friendship is build on love.

Two things as to what friendship really is all about:

1) What you can give

This is very straightforward. It is about having a relationship with the other person, having a spirit of love.

John 15:12-13 My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.

This is how Jesus tells us to live our lives, and to build friendships. Without the love of Jesus, what is the point of friendship then when He has shown us these?

1 John 3:16-17 This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be that person?

If we want to be a friend, we need the spirit of love, to push us to think about what we can give to our friends. How can you 'value-add' into the persons life?

Proverbs 27:17 As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.

A blunt knife cannot cut effectively, that is why iron is used to sharpen it. It is the same with your friends.

It is about what you can give. It isn't only about presents but also about your presence.

What you need in a friendship is the presence of another person. A friend is someone who is there for you. The full extent of love cannot be felt through a text message, a photograph or a video call. You need to learn to be present, because your presence is powerful.

Hebrews 10:24-25 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.

Whatever it is, we need to learn what it means to be present there. We need to contintue acts of love and good works by being present there for someone.

Jesus gave His own time and His effort, giving us His presence.

Matthew 1:22-23 All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”).

Jesus gave is His very own presence.

"Jesus didn't show His love from heaven, He showed His love here on earth."

Have we been present there for our friends?

There is a difference praying for someone and praying with you.

1 John 3:18-19 Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth. This is how we know that we belong to the truth and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence:

It is about what you can give to your friend.

Very often that friendships do not work out is because we constantly think about ourselves, and not about others. The problems with some friendships is that we are in it only for our own terms. Friendship is about what you can give.

2) Friendship is about what you can get

"A gift without a recipient is pointless" In a friendship, there should also be us receiving.

If I want to give something, someone has to be there to receive it.

In a friendship, we are called to receive something as well.

John 15:14 You are my friends if you do what I command.

Giving and getting, makes a friendship what it is.

You are there to get.

Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up. Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

A true friendship also gives you help and support. As we develop friendships, we need to ask, what are we getting? You need to be friends with people that helps you to grow. Growing in character, spiritually and values.

Friends should be there to give you advice and to also help you to grow.

A relationship works because you receive and you give.

Proverbs 18:24 One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

Proverbs 13:20 Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm.

Proverbs 27:5-6 Better is open rebuke than hidden love. Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.

In life, there will always blindspots. The best ways to grow as a human being is to identify your blindspots and to help you to grow. That is why you need friends to come around you to help you to see around these blindspots.

True friendship is about what you can give and get.

What am I giving? What am I getting?

Make time for one another. There is something powerful in being present.

Develop Godly friendships. Sometimes as you look at your own life, think first about what you can give out of the spirit of love; people will want to be around you.

Make a choice to be a Godly friend and to build Godly friendships. "When two or more are gathered in My name, I am here with you."

#ArchivistRie #fcbc.org.sg #2016 #TeensXcite

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 27 days ago

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Changretta's Mate Chapter 4

Meeting the Famiglia

Chapter 4

______________Luca’s Pov__________________________

I stood in the doorframe of our bedroom watching the organized chaos around me.

I didn't want to get in the way and get run over by staff or my little blonde angel. She was on a mission and not Heaven nor Hell was gonna get in her way.

I was impressed by how my mate could organize a huge dinner for my family and associates with such ease. I knew she’d been planning for two weeks. Her notes had notes but everyday she’d sit down with me in bed and show me everything she’d gotten done and how her checklists were almost completed.

# (21) Surviving the dinner still hadn't been checked off. That one was my favorite.

She had raised her perfect eyebrows at me when I checked off the one that said, “ #16. Makes Luca’s mom love me.”

“Cara Mia, you already make me so happy. You take care of her son so well, trust me, she already loves you.” I chuckled and tried my luck with her last night. I could have died from embarrassment when she’d fallen asleep on me. She was exhausted. I needed this dinner to be over so I could have her to myself.

“Hey, slow down, come here.” I grabbed her and pulled her to me, seizing the opportunity that she’d been so physically close for the first time in several hours. I had to hold her head in place while I kissed her deep. Once she melted into me I used the opportunity to pull her into the bedroom and close the door. This was my chance before she got swallowed up by her plans again.

“You have been working so hard Cara Mia, you need some stress relief.” I said kissing her mouth and moving down to her shoulders slipping off her dress. I had her in her slip now and she was moaning as I pulled the silk up her body. God, I needed her now. Things are getting built up.

“Luca, I really want to and your plan sounds so much more amazing then mine but..” I refused to let her finish. She wasn’t getting away from me this easily. She was still far too well versed in how to slip me.

“I heard you telling them all what needs to be done, relax Caroline, let them handle it while I handle you.” My voice was low and rough as I gently turned her to face me and backed her onto the bed, her knees falling out from underneath her.

“Luca.”. She sat up looking at me from her thick lashes. She knew I loved that look. She was looking up at me. Face level with my belt buckle. How’d I get so lucky?

“While you're in that position.” I hinted at watching her face morph from shock to embarrassment. She knew what I wanted. She tapped my side and shook her head trying to hide her blush. She’d pulled her hair back earlier, no loose tresses to hide behind.

“Stop,” She laughed. “If my dad could see the stuff you are teaching me.” She laid her head over my zipper and smiled up. She was close to convincing.

“There is a reason you don't tell your fathers this stuff, eh.” I smirked as she pulled on my belt looking up at me with her glittering golden eyes. I still had my touch.

“I haven't spoken to him since I left, so you're safe. “ She grinned as she slowly pulled down my silver zipper and slipped her hands up my hips. She gently and very leisurely pushed them down, not breaking eye contact with me.

I was beyond hard and ready to go. She gripped me gently but firmly.

“Bout smack me in the face.” She chided like it was my fault she did this to me. She should take my eagerness as a compliment to her beauty.

“Use your mouth for something other than talking.” My voice was low and gravel-like. I knew that got her wet.

“Luca!” I grabbed her hands as they were coming to hit me. She had tiny wrists so I got her with one of my large hands holding them down. The other I snaked behind her head and guided her half parted smirking smart mouth to my cock.

“ I'm just trying to save your voice cara mia. I'm only thinking about you and your best interest.”

“I heard her mutter something like ,” Shut up.” but with her hot mouth wrapped around me gently pulling back and forward with the suction she had….oh she was right. I could shut up.

_____________Caroline Pov_________________________________________

I had to spend an extra 45 minutes fixing myself after Luca’s had pulled me into the bedroom for his stress relief.

I didn’t mind and he was partially right. Nothing fell apart with me being in our room for over an hour. Except for my makeup and hair. Easy enough to fix.

I felt sick, I had to get through tonight meeting all these super important people that have important roles in my mates life. I begged my stomach to ease. When I walked out of the bedroom I saw some people I didn't know other than from pictures.

I was grateful when he answered the door and said something about Mama, bambino and sorella. I have been learning some Italian everyday. One of Luca’s men had a wife willing to teach me in exchange for some English lessons. It was difficult but at least I was trying. I smoothed out my dress and walked toward them.

“Thank you for coming.” I said as I hugged his mom tightly. I missed mine so much it hurt physically to think about her. She refused to take my calls.

“Thank you for taking care of this one and keeping him out of trouble.” His sister Camilla hugged me tightly, mindful of the baby girl in her arms. I smiled looking at her, she was gorgeous. Tall, leggy and her brown hair shown in the lights like her mothers.

“Yeah, I don't think God himself can keep your brother out of trouble.” Both women laughed at my joke, Luca didn’t look impressed. He just shrugged. As his mother walked by I heard her whisper.

“I like this one Luca, she compliments you well,you treat her well, yeah.” She patted his hand as she entered the living room to cheers and greetings.

“I will mama, I promise.” He smiled and trailed after her.

At least I could check that off my list.

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Luca’s pov

Dinner was going great. I was so proud of Caroline and all her planning. I don’t think anything went sideways the whole night.

I stood near the wall talking to some business associates while I watched her sitting on the couch talking to the other women. Everyone had paid their respects to her and mama.

My chest tightened as Camilla handed her our niece, Allegra. Caroline smiled and gently swayed the baby in her arms singing her a lullaby in Italian to her little niece who gurgled in response. My mama couldn’t take her eyes off my mate. She approved, I could tell. Which was good because we’d mated. She wasn’t going anywhere.

No court could sever our bond. We were stuck together till one of us died. The other likely to follow shortly after just from the pain of the bond being severed by death. Mating was serious business. I’m glad she chose me. Especially after fleeing like cinderella after the ball the first night we’d met at my club. I never wanted to be without her again.

I watched as she stood for the second time after dinner and ran past me to the bathroom. I waited for her to slip into our room and I heard her throwing up the last of her dinner. I locked our bedroom door and sat down next to her pulling her hair back.

“Tesoro, are you okay?” I rubbed her back and placed my head against hers.I was getting concerned. She was sitting up, eyes dampy and puffy from being sick. I hated seeing her miserable.

“Yeah, Luc, I think I’m just stressed or something.” She gagged and pushed me away gently, or tried to. I didn’t budge. I put two and two together at the same time my mama and sister did. I watched them the first time at the table when she trotted off. They exchanged glances and smiled. My mama said something about our babies playing together.

“What do you have to be stressed about?” She tilted her head and looked at me incredulously. Seriously, she’d done such a great job tonight.

“Dinner went fantastic. Amore, my family and associates absolutely love you! You did it baby. You pulled it all off.” I was genuinely proud of her. She smiled at me and leaned her head against my chest.

“Yeah, maybe.”She said weakly. There were times I still wasn't sure if she just lacked confidence in her abilities to pull off stuff or if it had been her upbring and trauma recently that caused her to feel she wasn’t enough. I could gut her father and mother. I really wonder sometimes what kinda people they were to raise such a good, strong and capable woman, only to have her not see it herself.

“I’m telling you ,you did, no maybe. You wanna lay down. Everyone but mama and Camilla, Matteo, Fredrico and Alphonso have gone home. I can handle them.” She shook her head sending her unruly curl cascading down her shoulders.

“ Oh, they probably think I’m being horribly rude or hiding in here.” I heard the tears in her voice. She was done, I knew she needed the break.

“No one thinks that Cara Mia…” I paused wondering if I should just tell her the rumor that was going around. What the hell. I had a feeling it was true.

“They wouldn’t think twice about it. Tesoro, they all think you're pregnant.” I watched emotion dance across her face, confusion, panic, fear and acceptance.

“They th, they think I'm, I’mwhat?” she stuttered and looked up at me. She wanted me to tell her what I thought. She had certain looks that I was learning. This is one of them. The one that tells me to talk and ease her mind.

“Is it that far out to consider? We’ve been together for a month and with the exception of the last two weeks….well we've been pretty busy in that bedroom yeah. And on the table, the bathtub, the floor….” She shoved me, almost knocking me off the balls of my feet and spilling me onto the tiled floor. She hadn’t even shoved me that hard. She grabbed at me and collapsed on top. She buried her face into my neck. Great, now I was sprawled out on my back on cold tiles with my pouty mate clinging to me.

“I should probably see a doctor soon.” Her voice sounded small and far away. I wanted to know what she was thinking. She’d be a great mother. She’d been a nurse, I’d seen her with kids around town when we’d gone out. She was always responsive, kind and they just flocked to her. I had been joking that everytime we left some place I had to check the car, make sure they weren’t trying to stow away and go home with us. Even at mass the kids all tried to sit by her. It was amazing.

“I’ll call tomorrow for an appointment Vita Mia.” I kissed her head.

God above I was praying she was pregnant.

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#peaky blinders fanfic #luca changretta fanfic #luca changretta #mates #original character

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Corbin's Story: Freshman Haze

Originally published Feb 16, 2017

Before I ever considered becoming a social justice blogger fighting for the rights and protection of the thousands of young women and men around Carpenter State University's campus, I was just another ordinary student. A first year English major who hadn't quite discovered her voice. I was knee deep in gen ed courses back then and desperate to escape the heavy workload of physics and calculus, y'know, stuff I haven't used since. I found that distraction around winter break of my freshman year. His name was Jacob Rothschild. He was one of those rich kid types, a dime a dozen in any fraternity. But Jacob had a nerdiness to him that the other frat boys didn't. Tall, skinny, unbearably awkward. His bed shook as we fucked, and the Magneto statuette on his nightstand toppled to the floor.

"Magneto!" he gasped, trying to crane his head to assess the damage, but I was on top and I wouldn't let him move. I shushed him, and pulled him into another kiss. "Don't worry about it, baby," I said. "You've got me."

Jacob looked back up to me with that helpless expression. I could tell that he hadn't been with a lot of girls before, and the way he kept saying, "You're so beautiful," during foreplay told me none of them had been quite like me. I had pushed this along pretty quickly. Jacob seemed happy playing video games and talking about our favorite nineties cartoons. I just wanted to get laid. "You're so beautiful," he repeated, and I could see it in his eyes. He didn't just love me, he revered me. It was so cute.

He came, and a plopped down on the bed beside him. "Was it alright?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, getting out of the bed to open the window. I pulled a lighter and a joint from my purse and lit up, closing my eyes as I took the first drag. A couple coughs. I'd been a pretty regular smoker in high school but my opportunities in college were few and far between. "I could get kicked out of my fraternity for that," He said, eyeing the joint in my hand nervously.

I glared at him for a moment and then giggled. "Relax, dude," I said. "Half the people in this house are dealing."

That didn't seem to calm Jacob's nerves. He ran his hands through his already messy hair and sat up on the edge of the bed. While he began to dress, I admired the setup of his bedroom. Running my fingers over his computer like I'd never seen a desktop before. I was pretty stoned that night. "You develop shit?" I asked. "Like apps and stuff?"

"Yeah," he said. "Please don't touch that." Jacob was another in a long line of students who'd come to college aspiring not to graduate, but to develop the next big app. He'd seen The Social Network in high school and decided that he was the next Mark Zuckerberg. Now a senior, Jacob was dangerously close to actually getting a degree.

"Like Flappy Bird?" I asked. "I fucking loved Flappy Bird." "Not exactly..." he frowned. "Hey!" I was sitting down in his computer chair. "Please, Corbin. There's sensitive stuff on there." "Like your porn?" I thought that was pretty funny. He didn't. "Come on," I flashed a playful frown. "I'll suck your cock if you let me play with your toys..." Not really my proudest moment.

Jacob blushed. And then we heard a distant knocking. "Pizza dude," Jacob said. "I'll get it." "Good call," I laughed, taking another liberal drag. "Oh! Ask him if we can pay him in pot!" I called after Jacob as he left the room.

To my credit, I waited a full thirty seconds before I turned back to his computer. First I rooted through his search history. "Hentai, figures. Metrobay Comix?" I clicked. "Not what I expected. Okay...Hypnohub..." Click. "Jake, Jake, Jake. My skills of deduction guess you have a fetish..." I craned my head in fascination at a drawing of a topless, presumably mindless Samus Aran marching toward Mother Brain. "I guess it's kind of hot," I said to myself dismissively, exiting the browser. Next I checked out his desktop. That was where the good stuff was.

That was where I found the folder titled DO NOT OPEN. "Oh, Jake," I giggled again. "You're so stupid."

Inside that folder I found an exe titled "prototype." I just couldn't resist. The program opened to display a series of shifting shapes and colors. "This isn't Flappy Bird..." I said, reaching out for the mouse to click out of the program, but my eyes were transfixed on the images. "Whaaaatt issss thissss...?"

Jacob returned a few minutes later with two platefuls of pizzas. He found me waiting patiently for him at the edge of his bed, sitting stiffly upright, naked, my feet planted on the floor and my hands in my lap.

"Are you going to eat naked?" he asked, offering me one of the plates. I didn't take it. Not yet. "Do you want me to eat naked?" I smiled. "Do...you...want to eat naked?" "Anything for you," I replied with that stupid grin. "Oh shit!" Jacob gasp as he noticed the prototype file opened on his desktop. "Shit-shit! Shit! It worked? No! Shit!" He set the plates down on his bed and leaned in close to my blank face. He snapped his fingers, no response. "Corbin!" "Yes?" "You opened the prototype?" "Yes." "And...how do you feel?"

Finally I turned my head to look at him, and I gave him that look of total reverence. He was so beautiful. "Obedient," I said. It's embarrassing to me now how easily I fell under that damn app's spell, but you've got to remember that this was my first time ever running into something like this. Also I was stoned. I was really stoned, guys.

Meanwhile Jacob was doing some serious conscience searching. He'd invented the app without ever considering the ethical implications. Great inventors, he said, create first and worry about ethics later. I'm pretty sure Thomas Edison had a guy killed for a patent. He wasn't a good dude. Jacob later told me that the prototype I'd opened was a very rough draft of a more powerful technology. Flashing lights and swirling pictures, this was a simple parlor trick compared to the stuff he was hired to work on our of college. He sold the app at a good profit and earned enough notoriety to snag a job in Silicon Valley. But that's another story.

The pizza grew cold as Jacob paced his bedroom, working out the situation in his head. "We already had sex, you pushed me into that. I didn't trick you into doing anything, in fact you were the one who opened the program. But that's like blaming a drunk girl when a guy forces himself on her...fuck! Fine! Okay. Corbin, are you listening to me?" "Yes." "Okay. Abort."

With the power of one word, the fog over my mind cleared. "Whoa," I blinked my eyes. "What a trip." "I can't believe it works..." Jacob said. "Beats the hell outta ganja," I said. "What the fuck, dude!?" I demanded. It was hard not to notice the bulge in Jacob's skinny jeans. "I'm so sorry! I told you not to mess with my stuff! It was for your safety, honestly! I didn't ever plan on showing anyone that! I didn't even think it worked." A curious grin crept across my face and I said, "You were really into that, weren't you? Having a hot, naked babe all happy and submissive on your bed. Don't lie, I saw your browser history. Why else would you develop an app like that?"

Now Jacob was redder than I'd ever seen him.

"So you...really liked it?" Jacob asked.

I bit my lip. "It's different," I said. "I've been with four different guys and I'm always the one calling the shots. I've never been so submissive before. It's different. Now if you're asking if I'd be interested in trying it again..."

I have to admit. Weird ass fetishes aside, Jacob wasn't a bad dude. I think most guys in that frat would have just fucked me and tossed me aside to become the next angry rape culture meme on tumblr. But Jacob wasn't like that. He didn't invent that app to take advantage of women, even if he did conscribe a few Victoria's Secret models to clean his apartment as sexy maids. Okay, so Jacob is a shit. But he gave me a choice, and that's what I really liked about him.

A week later I posed for him in the lingerie he'd picked out for me and I asked, "How do I look, master?" "You're so beautiful, Corbin," because by now he revered me even more. But now I returned that reverence with a flattered but cocky smirk and I said, "Thank you, master. I am a mindless slave. Please use me as you wish."

And I meant every word of it.

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starks-hero · 3 years ago

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Ugly Christmas Jumpers

Pairing: Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

Summary: Sometimes love is wearing the ugly Christmas jumper your partner gifted you.

Word Count: 860

Warnings: none!

16 Days of Christmas Masterlist

You didn't have the heart to tell him. The jumpers material made your skin itch and the design that had been knitted to the front was ghastly. But you just didn't have the heart to tell him.

And it was that exact reason that led you to wear it during your latest visit to the bookshop.

Aziraphale had many love languages. In fact, you're fairly certain that he is the only being you've ever met that practices all of them. Yet some he still displayed more than others and gift-giving was certainly one of them. So, when he'd gifted you with a jumper of questionable design to help you wrap up warm for the winter how could you have possibly said no?

He seemed so excited, having watched intently for your reaction and lighting up like a Christmas tree when you slightly bent the truth and told him you loved it. You didn't think you could survive seeing the disappointment that would surely etch itself across his expression if you were honest. You'd swallow your pride and wear the god awful thing if only to make your angel happy.

As you stepped out of the cab that had dropped you to the shop, you spotted the all too familiar Bentley pull up a few feet away, the nearby street lights bouncing off its sleek paint job. A groan of frustration crept past your lips. If anyone was going to find joy in teasing you relentlessly for your current attire it was Crowley.

You watched as he stepped out of the drivers side and your warning to 'not say a word' died on your tongue. He wore a sweater that rivalled yours in hideousness. A snake was knitted to the front, winding the entire way around Crowley's side and up his back, the head reappearing on his shoulder. The whole thing was completed with googly eyes. The snake's forked tongue poked out in a comedically cartoonish fashion.

Crowley spared a single, tired glance down at your own monstrosity of a jumper. “You too?”

You nodded with a sigh, not missing the look Crowley threw you once he'd realised how utterly ridiculous you both looked.

“I think we can both agree that this is a lot less embarrassing when you remember we're doing this for Azira's sake,” you said plainly.

“Of course,” Crowley agreed, doing everything in his power to maintain some shred of dignity. “It's romantic really, when you think about it.”

You both took a moment to get into character, preparing to act as though you adored your current outfits before you entered the bookshop. The bell that sat above the door sounded as you both stepped inside.

“I'm terribly sorry but I'm afraid we're quite closed– oh!” Aziraphale's words fell short as he found both you and Crowley, both of you looking as though you were straight out of a poorly budgeted Christmas flick. “My dears, what a lovely surprise!”

The angels smile only widened at the sight of what you were wearing. “You both look wonderful!”

He laid a gentle hand on either of your cheeks as he continued to shower you both in compliments. Suddenly wearing the horrid jumpers didn't seem so bad if this was the outcome.

“We love them, Azira,” you lied.

“Yep, love them! I haven't taken mine off since you gave it to me.” Crowley joined in on your efforts to sell the lie. And by the way the angel's eyes brightened at your words you assumed you were successful.

“I'm so glad to hear it, I just knew you'd like them. That's precisely why I bought more!”

“You what...”

Confusion, realisation and then utter fear chased each other across your expression as Aziraphale opened a nearby cupboard and produced two more folded piles of woollen Christmas jumpers.

You and Crowley shared a horrified look as the bundle of clothes were handed to you. You tried to be optimistic but something, namely the googly-eyed reindeer knitted to the jumper at the top of your pile, told you that these wouldn't be any better than the monstrosity you were currently wearing.

You fought against the look of disdain that had subconsciously begun to settle on your face. You mustered your best smile as you thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

“Really angel, you're too good to us,” Crowley chimed in, grimacing slightly. He evidently felt bad about lying to his beloved.

“Oh, don't mention it, my dear boy. You look so very dashing in them after all.” Aziraphale said lovingly. His hand gently fell against your shoulder. “The both of you.”

And just like that, you were reminded why you were going through all this trouble. Why you were lying directly to your angel's face. The sight of him so happy filled you with so much joy it rivalled the burning embarrassment you felt each second you spent wearing the ridiculous garments. It was entirely worth it if it meant you got to see your angel smile. And now that he was offering you more with a smile brighter than ever, well, how could you possibly refuse?

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Thank you so much for reading!

#crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader #ineffable husbands x reader #crowley x reader x aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley imagine #aziraphale imagine #good omens #oh my god they're so soft–#16 days of christmas

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Lonely Is Our Lives

Chapter 4 - Poison

Pairing | Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

!!VERY IMPORTANT A/N!! | I want to preface this by saying I DO NOT condone Billy’s actions throughout the series. I DO NOT condone his violence or abuse, ESPECIALLY against Lucas but also including Max and the others. At the time season two came out in 2017, nearly FIVE years ago at the time I'm writing this, I was very angry and frustrated at the world, resentful of a younger sibling, and disconnected from the people around me so I kind of latched onto Billy as a character and what he represented. I absolutely DID NOT understand what his actions against Lucas truly meant and I DID NOT register it as the racism it was. Knowing what I know now I've decided to write a fic where Billy is able to let go of some of his anger and have someone there to check him and his actions in order to set him on a better path. I wrote this for me as a bit of a redemption fic for both of us.

Playlist | Link | Chapter Four: Songs 13-16

Story Summary | One fateful 1983 night you narrowly escape death on Steve Harrington’s property while Barbara Holland is presumed dead. Left jaded and angry, you carry on towards your senior year in a haze of sex, drugs, and alcohol just to get through the day. But, when Billy Hargrove moves to Hawkins, Indiana during the fall of 1984 things get worse before they get better.

Chapter Summary | You start feeling uneasy in your agreement with Billy and begin pulling away. At school, you make progress with Nancy but your good mood is quickly ruined. You try to avoid Billy but he shows up at your job and the two of you have an interesting night.

Story Warnings | explicit language, angst, abusive parents, smut 18+ minors DNI, heavy drug and alcohol usage, alcohol/drug abuse, implied physical abuse, injuries,

W/C | 4.2k

Taglist | @youcantbesirius @xronniexo @zzokks @marihoneywk @darlingjae @lem0ns7

A/N | Sorry I took a long time off guys I moved across the country for college and I have been trying to get into a routine so I haven't had much time to write. expect the final chapter a little later than next week but probably not months later lol we’ll see..... anyway thanks so much for sticking around though hope you enjoy!! -Smoe

Donations | Link

You suppressed a cough as you took a, longer than necessary, drag from the blunt before passing it to Billy. It’d been about two weeks since you started hooking up and in that time Billy took to lingering after sex. You’d been hesitant at first to let him stay; you had a strict no-cuddling policy in place for all your flings and didn’t intend on breaking that for Billy. Billy, though, began to stay in bed longer and longer before getting dressed and it had escalated to lying around and smoking, or drinking, or talking. Billy claimed it was because he was tired from ‘fucking you into the mattress for an hour’ but you guessed he might just like the peaceful company. He was always yelling around his sister and her right back so you could imagine the volume at which his house operated and couldn't say you blamed him.

As you laid against Billy’s shoulder, his arm securely wrapped around your waist, you felt a heavy weight settle in your stomach; the way he had begun to pull you to his side, the feel of your combined heat and the post-sex smell lingering in the air. The casual closeness of it all had you on edge. It needled in the back of your mind though that maybe he stayed for you, which scared you far more, suddenly wishing he’d just gone home.

“What’s up?” Billy suddenly broke the silence and your easy mood curdled. He didn’t sound concerned necessarily but the interest was there.

You feigned ignorance, scrunching your eyes closed. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You just seem…” He gestured with the arm you were laying on, jostling you. “Off.”

He was right of course but you didn’t want him to know that. An honest explanation would either wind up with him thinking you were crazy or worse: he’d believe you and think he owed you honesty as well. The thought had you caught between wanting him to tell you everything going on in his life and wishing you didn’t know his name.

You took the blunt back from him, hastily shoving it between your lips and with a shaky exhale rubbed your forehead. Half-truth it was. “It's just–there's an anniversary coming up and it’s got me wired.”

You felt him nod and his chest puffed up before he heaved out through his nose. “I get it,” He plucked the remainder of the weed from your fingertips and finished it off before speaking again. “When my mom left…” Oh God. “It’s fucked and I get fucked in the head about it.”

Your heart is pounding against your ribcage. He thought you were talking about your mom. You played it safe and still he gave you sincerity. Your throat was closing up quick and you had to respond. “Yeah,” you rasped, words thick and sticky in your mouth. “It’s fucked.”

Your shoulder was throbbing, the ache spreading up to your head and you quickly broke out in a sweat. The desire to get away was overwhelming and you pulled yourself from Billy. His fingers stayed lazily attached to you, as if second nature, until you were physically too far away for him to reach you. The final brush of his fingers burned against your skin as you sat on the edge of the bed, your head resting in your hands. You glanced at him over your shoulder, desperate to find him uninterested in you, but were met with dark eyes instead. It unnerved you that he wasn't saying anything, just watching and waiting. Patient. This is too much.

“I need a shower.” You took a steadying breath and stood up. You didn’t give him time to respond as you left the room and locked the bathroom door behind you.

You shed your shirt and climbed into the steaming water. The shirt was just another thing he didn’t question you about after that first time; just another thing that Billy Hargrove did that made you want to cry. Things were getting too close, too real. Billy was just supposed to be a distraction and you supposed it worked because now he was all you could think about.

You felt hysterical, you thought you never talked about anything serious but now you realized you knew his favorite color was blue, deep like his Camaro, and that although he didn’t really listen to anything other than hard rock he didn’t really mind the records you put on when he came over. He often told you how he thought Max was ‘such an annoying shitbird,’ but you heard how as he talked his voice grew more fond than irritated. You knew things about him but you’d never divulged much to him before today and it changed things, you felt the tactile shift yet Billy seemed unfazed.

Your fingers rubbed over the grooved ridges of your scar and you shuddered. Memories of the Upside Down mixed with your unease towards Billy made you nauseous. You wracked your brain trying to think how you had let him this close in just two weeks? You stood in the water for longer than you knew, the hot water loosening the physical tension in your body but your mind still raced.

You only turned off the shower when you noticed you’d begun to shiver, the water having gone cold, and you grabbed your towel, wrapping it around yourself. In the silence of the house you listened closely to see if you could hear any indication of Billy’s presence and when you couldn’t you opened the bathroom door and peeked through, eyeing your bed from the hallway to see that it was empty. Relieved, you walked to your room and quickly got dressed.

As you laid in bed staring up at your ceiling, you thought the stress would dissipate but, once again, you were wrong. It wasn’t the type of anxiety that buzzed around you and had your leg shaking a mile a minute, it was the inescapable type that coated your insides, making it all too easy to lose yourself in between sparse breaths. You curled in on yourself, the feeling weighing you down like it was its own source of gravity, pulling you in. Your eyes watered but the tears refused to spill over so instead, you squeezed them tighter and pushed the feeling down.

You needed to sleep, you had school in the morning.

~ ~ ~

The day had been slow going. Your realization of just how entangled your life had become with Billy’s was all that more startling when that morning you noticed yourself unconsciously taking steps towards Billy’s car. Recently you rarely spent those early hours without him; you’d taken up the habit of sitting with Billy in his car and smoking until first bell but today you searched the parking lot for Steve. You spotted him leaned up against Jonathan Byers car, Nancy between the two boys and sneered. You felt a stab of betrayal towards Steve but you’d been so wrapped up with Billy, you didn’t even notice you only saw your best friend at lunch. Steve moved on from Nancy’s harsh words, and you hadn't even given yourself a chance to.

Throughout the day, your classes dragged and you could barely keep your eyes open because of your restlessness the night before. You confronted Steve about Nancy during lunch and he said he’d simply forgiven her.

“I just don’t understand how you can do that after what she said to us,” You seethed.

Steve sighed and ran a hand down his face. “I love Nancy. She’s important to me,” Steve raised his eyebrows accusingly, “And I don’t want to throw that away just because she’s not in love with me.”

Your eyes rolled so hard it nearly gave you a headache. “I can’t believe you’re using my own words against me.” You pushed your fries around your tray and looked back at Steve.

Steve’s voice dropped a bit and his eyes were sad. “Well you’ve been M.I.A. and I missed my friends.”

You’d apologized and promised to go to his basketball game that Friday and hang out afterward. You didn’t mean to spend all your time with Billy, in fact, you hadn’t even realized you were until the night before, when it hit you all at once and you panicked. Avoidance was something you specialized in, most of the people in your life though, did not.

“I’m sorry!“ A feminine voice assaulted you, pulling you out of your own head. You jumped and looked to see Nancy standing behind your locker door. You just stared blankly at her and continued to rifle through your locker so you could leave. “I was really drunk and I kept thinking about…” She trailed off.

“Steve forgave you, right?” You deadpanned, and slammed your locker closed.

Nancy’s eyebrows furrowed exactly like they always did when she was confused and the way the space between her eyebrows creased was so startlingly familiar it made you ache with longing. You never had many girl friends growing up and even those you did before, you could never say you held too close to your heart but something about Nancy hurt. She cared so deeply about all the people in her life and was quite literally willing to fight monsters for them, for you.

“He did.” She was twisting her fingers together anxiously. “But-”

“Then fine, I forgive you. Happy?” You moved to sidestep her but Nancy blocked your path. Her long skirt swished around her and her newly permed hair shone in the light. She seemed stronger and more confident than before you knew her as ‘Nance’ but the sadness you both shared echoed within her.

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, I know you’re trying to get better and what I said wasn’t fair.” Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears and she strained against the emotion within her.

You crossed your arms over your chest and glanced away, her pleading starting to get to you. “You were really shitty for that.”

Nancy smiled softly and with regret, “I was.”

She looked into your eyes the way only she could and there wasn’t anything you could do but relent. You heaved a sigh and grabbed her shoulder to pull her into a hug. Her hair smelled eerily similar to Steve’s and you smiled into her shoulder at the idea of Steve giving Nancy hair advice. The two of them were your weakness, they were closer to family than anything else and you missed that.

“You’re such a messy drunk, Wheeler.” Nancy laughed and squeezed you harder.

When you pulled back, you saw Jonathan beginning to walk up to the two of you. Steve and Nancy had only been broken up for maybe a week so the fondness you found in the Byers boy’s eyes caught you off guard. You released Nancy from your hold and smiled tightly at the boy. Nancy turned and when her eyes caught his they softened, your chest tightened. They shared a silent exchange before your friend finally remembered you were there.

Jonathan stepped forward until Nancy was resting her back against him. No possessive gestures or tight arm around her shoulder but anyone who looked at them could tell they were together. They fit well, all easy touches and quiet words.

“Are you going to Steve’s game on Friday?” Jonathan asked.

“Yeah,” You nodded mildly confused. “Getting food after too.”

“Awesome, we’ll save you a spot,” Nancy smiled and leaned off of her boyfriend. She took his hand and began to lead him away. “See you later!”

You simply put a hand up in goodbye then finished getting your things from your locker.

You were getting ready to swing your backpack over your shoulder when you felt the sting of a slap land on your butt followed by a bruising grab.

“Lookin’ good babe!” You whipped around to see Tommy Hagan with his arm wrapped around Carol, one of his goonie friends following in his wake. Tommy shook his head apologetically and pointed to his friend who held his hands up in surrender, a dopey smile on his face.

You took a step towards him, ready to return the assault when someone shoved after you. You watched as Billy stalked up to the boy and shoved him full strength to the ground, quickly climbing on top of him. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Billy had the boy’s hoodie twisted in his grip. “You think you can touch my girl like that?” There was spit flying from his mouth as he yelled at the boy below him.

You watched, almost in horror, at the display in front of you. Your arrangement wasn’t supposed to mean anything and now Billy had told anyone and everyone who was listening you were ‘his.’ You wanted nothing more than to go up to Billy and scream in his face that you didn’t belong to anyone, let alone him, but you couldn’t. You flinched at the noise of skin connecting to skin followed by a dull crack as Billy broke the nose of the boy who had grabbed you. You began to retreat backward, bumping into people as you went and made a B-line to your car.

You figured work would help you cool off before you had to face Billy again now that he’d fucked you over. You didn’t date. You weren’t dating. He had no right to act like that…jealous. Billy Hargrove had another thing coming if he thought you were ‘his.’

~ ~ ~

Work had been boring. Robin was only there for half your shift before she got off and you were stuck sitting in an empty record shop for three hours. Almost no one came in except for a few kids right after the middle school let out, but that’s when Robin was still there and you weren’t alone with your thoughts. You’d cooled off after a while but sitting there alone had riled you back up.

You were now sitting at the counter, having already reorganized the records and done stock, the dull thrum of Van Halen in the background and your head resting in your hands. You had more important things in your life to care about other than Billy Hargrove and his ego. There was something stirring in Hawkins and you had been as ignorant as everyone else, content to see nothing. Jonathan and Nancy had been doing recon work on the lab and met up with some guy named Murray to expose the experiments. Hell, even Steve kept busy taking care of the kids but you had been so wrapped up in Billy you hadn’t seen it.

Although it bothered you that you were out of the loop, you were also a little relieved you could forget about the Upside Down for a bit and pretend you were just a dumb high schooler. No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, it had been relaxing to lie around with Billy after you fucked, or at least until your shoulder throbbed and you were brought back to reality. You sighed heavily at the memory of Billy’s head between your thighs and dropped your head down onto the counter. In desperation, you looked behind you at the mounted clock and closed your eyes in relief, just fifteen more minutes.

You quickly began your closing routine: turning off neon signs, stopping the music playing over the speakers, and doing one final sweep of the shop before you were putting on your jacket and locking the door behind you. You did a quick sweep of the parking lot and froze when you saw that goddamn blue Camaro parked right next to your car. Your shoulders dropped and you dragged your feet as you walked to your driver’s side door. Billy didn’t even give you the chance to unlock the door before he stepped out of his car and leaned against the hood.

“Come with me,” He wasn’t even looking at you, more occupied with lighting his cigarette than bothering to spare you a glance.

“I’m tired, Billy.” You sluggishly rubbed your eye. “And I can’t just leave my car here.”

Billy stretched his neck, “C’mon, I’ll drive you back when we’re done.”

You shook your head incredulously. “I’m not fucking you tonight!”

Billy’s eyes drew together and he finally looked at you. “That’s not-,”

“You know you have some nerve showing up at my job and demanding sex, especially after that shit you pulled today!” As he stared at you, you noticed that his lip was split and your anger softened.

“Just come with me,” By all accounts to anyone else Billy would sound almost demanding but to you, he sounded…pathetic. “I’ll bring you back, I promise.”

You examined him carefully, searching his face for anything that would put you off and when you found nothing, finally conceded. “Fine.”

You walked around your car to Billy’s and sat in the passenger seat you’d unknowingly grown accustomed to. When Billy got in, you saw him reach for his favorite—because you knew these things now—cassette and quickly batted his hand away.

“If I’m coming with then I get to pick,” You challenged.

Billy paused but just put both hands on the wheel and began to back you out of the parking lot. As you flipped through his tapes, you watched Billy out the side of your eye but quickly looked away when suddenly he was doing the same. You felt your cheeks flush from being caught and pulled your full focus onto the music. As you read the bands, you noticed a funny pattern.

“Ya’ know you have basically the same music taste as my buddy Eddie,” You saw Billy’s hands grip the leather of the steering wheel a bit harder and smirked, deciding to push the subject. “Yeah, he’s into all this hard rock and metal stuff,” Nail in the coffin time. “He’s even got this wicked guitar on his wall, it’s like his prized possession.”

“You’ve seen his wall?” Billy tried to ask with as much nonchalance as possible but you knew him too well by now; he was pissed.

“Well, yeah,” You fully faced the window to hide your growing delight. “I get my fix from him…same as you.”

Suddenly, Billy swerves the car off the road and onto a dirt path leading into the woods, the leather of his seat sticking to your exposed legs the only thing keeping you from nearly flying out of your seat.

“Billy, what are you-” Before you could finish your sentence, Billy was throwing his cigarette out the window and his smokey lips were on yours. Frustrated, you pushed him off of you and pressed the heels of your hand into your eyes. “What is your problem?”

“What’s your problem? You’ve been acting insane,” He exploded. “One minute you’re screaming and riding my dick the next you’re leaving and telling me to fuck off!”

“That’s all this is! You’re not my boyfriend!” You yelled back. “We agreed, just sex, nothing else. I. Don’t. Date.”

Billy closed his eyes and slammed his head back against the headrest and you decided to make your point once and for all. Your hand reached over the center consul and found its place on Billy’s thigh, causing him to suck in a quick breath and look at you.

“We agreed, sex is fine,” You raised your eyebrows in question and waited until Billy slowly nodded. “But that’s it.” Billy nodded again and your fingers moved to his belt, slowly undoing it as you watched him get antsy. The button on his jeans looked ready to pop as you palmed him through the denim and you relished in the breathy sigh the boy before you let out at your touch.

You’d previously taken for granted the way you were able to make Billy fall apart, so you wanted to draw this out as long as possible. When you finally freed him from his underwear, he was all but panting at your small touches.

You took his length in your hand and did a few experimental pumps to gauge how needy he was and smiled when he held his breath, straining against the seat. You had only planned to jack him off but in a moment of impulsiveness, you dipped your head down and wrapped your lips around his cock. Unprepared, Billy’s hand instinctively gripped your hair, causing you to immediately release your suction and sit up.

“That’s not how this is going to work,” You narrowed your eyes and leaned as if to kiss him but stopped just a hair short of his lips. “You don’t touch me and you take what I give you, understand?” Billy’s eyes were locked on yours and he looked a bit taken aback but once again nodded. “Good boy.”

You moved back down to his lap and Billy grabbed the headrest behind him to steady himself as you once again locked your mouth around him. You took him in painfully slow and you could feel the tension in Billy’s thigh where you had your hand perched to support yourself. When you finally had him at the back of your throat, Billy let out a groan and bucked just enough to make your eyes water. You bobbed your head a little faster and heard Billy’s breath quicken.

You heard the tell-tale sounds of his impending orgasm and quickly let him go with a pop of your lips, making sure to stop just before he could reach his peak. He huffed out a breath and in apology, you licked up the underside of his cock until you reached the tip and planted a kiss.

Billy looked down at you helplessly. “What the fuck?”

“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy after what you pulled today did you?” You began stroking his length again. “I want you to admit I don’t belong to you, then I’ll let you finish.”

For anyone else, this would have been a no-brainer deal but you knew Billy’s pride. His eyes hardened and he shook his head. “I’m not going to beg.”

You smirked. “We’ll see.”

It was a vicious cycle, watching him so close to coming undone and waiting for him to say the words only to have to stop yourself. You knew he was becoming aggravated but truly you didn’t know how long he could hold this up, so you let out a tentative moan to switch things up.

Almost immediately Billy’s mouth fell open and you could hear soft pleads but not the words you wanted from him. The moans continued to spill from your mouth and reverberate around the car and Billy became louder in his begging.

“P-please,” He choked and slapped a hand over his mouth.

You took him from your mouth and continued pumping. “You know what you have to say,” You smirked to yourself and replaced your hand for your mouth.

You could feel him about to cum and he finally began to speak. “You don't belong-”

The sound of knocking on the window and a light shining through into your eyes startled you both from your fog of pleasure. When you got up, you saw the unmistakable look of disappointment on Chief Hopper’s face. Billy’s face on the other hand was stark white, a cold sweat having broken across his forehead. He was trying to quickly shove himself back into his pants but his hands shook, making you impatient. You rolled your eyes and reached over his lap to roll down the window.

“What’s up, Hop?” You smiled gruffly, past the point of being embarrassed by this man who you fought side by side with.

“C’mon kid, you know you can’t do things like this,” He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Sorry Chief, you know how it is,” Your body felt heavy now that the adrenaline of the situation wore off and you yawned. You dared a glance at Billy who’d been uncharacteristically quiet and saw him staring at his lap.

“Look, son,” Hopper turned his flashlight to Billy. “You follow me out of here and I won’t call any parents tonight. Sound good?”

“Yes, sir.” Billy’s voice was horse and he made no attempts to move.

“You’re lucky you’re here with this one,” Hopper nodded at you, “If it were anyone else tonight would’ve ended very differently, Hargrove.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hopper sent you a pointed look and you watched as he walked back to his cruiser. Billy sagged in relief as soon as the two of you heard the slam of Hopper’s door closing and stuttered out a shaky breath.

“What a mood killer,” You joked trying to ease the tension.

“That can’t happen again,” Billy declared in an even voice as he started the car.

You quirked a brow and shrugged, “It’s Hopper, he’s not gonna bag us for anything. Trust me we go way-”

Billy slammed his hand on the dash. “That can’t happen again.”

“Fine then,” You held your hands up in surrender. “Sorry, about the blue balls though, California. Maybe next time.” You smiled sardonically at Billy’s seriousness undercut by his still bulging pants. “Now, take me back to my car.”

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 3 years ago

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“edge of tonight” part two ~ the bar

pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T 16+ genre: mafia au, angst this part: Jimin meets you at the bar. tw: mafia!au, lots of swearing, jimin has no chill, alcohol consumption, a lot of sexual things are mentioned but nothing explicit actually happens (edging, overstimulation, specifically trying to get laid) word count: ~2.7k track #3: Canals ~ All Time Low: "You are so misleading." the edge of tonight masterlist

Jimin sipped at his fourth drink of the night, his back against the bar, eyes scanning the crowd for nothing in particular. He wasn't working tonight, which was rare for the charmer. They had several jobs in the works and he was usually out and about collecting various pieces of information. Tonight, though, he was free to sleep with whoever he wanted without his job looming over his dick.

Jungkook had asked him once how he got info out of people by only having sex with them. Jimin simply smirked. "People will tell you anything if you edge them long enough. And overstimulation is the best kind of torture." The maknae stared, a look in his eyes that said he regretted asking, blinked, shook his head, and walked away.

Thoughts of the youngest made Jimin down the rest of his drink, finishing it in one gulp. It had been a few weeks since you'd shot Jungkook, and although he was healing just fine, Jimin still couldn't find it in himself to not be pissed. Yeah, okay, you were Namjoon's long-lost girlfriend or whatever, returned from the grave or something. That didn't give you a pass to fucking shoot his little brother, despite what his little brother said!

This was the only family Jimin had, and he'd be damned if he let some fucking ghost take any of it away.

He turned around sighing, signaling to the bartender for another drink when he felt a buzz in his pocket. Sliding the phone out, he glanced at Taehyung's name before answering. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

The question only slightly threw Jimin off. The two had been friends for, well, for longer than Namjoon had been looking for you; so Tae having some kind of sixth sense telling him that something was up with Jimin wasn't that strange.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you've been out for over an hour and I still haven't gotten your usual 'I'm scoring tonight' text with an address to pick you up at later."

A wry smile lit up Jimin's face. When Jin had asked him where he was going tonight his response was simply, "I need alcohol in my blood and a dick in my ass." The eldest told him to be home before 1 AM and left him to his own devices. Jimin didn't spiral often, but when he did alcohol and sex were the only things that saved him. It had been like that since high school.

"Your game off tonight man? What's going on?"

"My game's not off," Jimin muttered, but they both knew Taehyung was right. Jimin's only goal for the night was to get all these thoughts out of his head with a solid bang (or two), but he couldn't find anyone to bang until he got all these thoughts out of his head! He sighed and was about to ask for a ride home, when he overheard something from the other end of the bar.

"Just water, please, thank you," a woman's voice said. Jimin glanced over, because who the fuck comes to a bar and just orders water? Then Jimin did a double-take.

"Holy shit."

“What?”

Part of Jimin didn’t really believe that it was you who shot Jungkook that night. He thought it was some girl who looked a lot like you – that wasn’t the first time Jungkook had “found” you – and that’s why he was so angry about the whole thing, Jungkook got hurt for nothing. He was in Yoongi’s camp: you were probably dead, and that was that. But that was all before he saw you sitting across the bar from him.

See, Jimin had never seen you before, outside the picture, but somehow he still knew that was you, and he suddenly understood what Jungkook had experienced that night. He watched as you gazed around the room, eyes never resting long before darting to something new, a constant pout on your lips. It was mesmerizing.

“Dude, Chim, talk to me. Don’t leave me hanging!”

“Tae,” Jimin gulped, voice barely audible over the phone. He took a deep breath before repeating the words Jungkook used that night. “I found her.”

All he heard on the other line was rustling, then the telltale sound of keys and a car door slamming. “Which bar are you at?”

“Mine, dumbass.” He looked away from you, he had to look away from you. He was going to do something stupid if he didn’t. “Don’t break too many traffic laws.”

Tae gave a dry laugh. “As if the cops would pull me over. Be there in fifteen.” The line went dead, and Jimin was left staring a hole into the counter. Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes was a long time to wait. A long time to think.

The first problem was Jimin was already four and a half drinks down. On a normal night, he could hold his liquor better than any of the other members (Jungkook and Jin were close seconds though); but Jimin was specifically trying to get trashed tonight, so he went hard, fast. What he normally didn’t experience until 11 or 12 drinks in, he was starting to feel after nearly five.

The second problem was you.

See, Jimin had never seen you before, outside the picture, and that picture was taken ten years ago. Time passes. Things change. People grow. Jimin had always thought you looked good back then, he could understand why Namjoon was so into you. But holy fuck those ten years had been kind to you. You were still a girl in the picture, but now? Now you were a woman.

When he realized his gaze had gone back to you, Jimin jerked his head down, hoping you hadn’t noticed his staring yet. A voice inside him kept telling him to stop, stop looking at her like that, stop thinking about her like that. You weren’t his. He had no right.

Or, did he?

For a moment, Jimin swore he actually had an angel and a devil sitting on his shoulders, whispering in his ears.

Stop it. It’s not right. She’s Namjoon’s.

Is she though? It’s been ten years. That’s a looooong time to go without seeing someone you claim you’re in love with.

It’s disrespectful, not only to her but to Namjoon. Your boss. Your brother.

She hasn’t met you yet. She doesn’t know that you know Namjoon, and she doesn’t need to find out. On top of that, it’s been too long for him to have that kind of claim on her. Namjoon might be hers, but she isn’t Namjoon’s.

This doesn’t even count as an unknown, ‘casual’ fuck. You know everything about her!

You know everything about who she used to be, not who she is now. You can get that information out of her the best way you know how to. And maybe even get some revenge for what she did to Kook along the way.

Well damn. Hard to fight that logic. Jimin finished his fifth drink of the night, then reached into his pocket for his wallet. He always kept a mint or two on him for occasions such as this. The cooling effect of the menthol helped sober him up a bit too, but not enough to consider that what he was about to do was a very bad idea.

The third problem: Taehyung wasn’t there yet. Or maybe that was more of a blessing, because that meant he couldn’t be the voice of reason and drag Jimin away. He glanced at his watch and smirked. He still had plenty of time before his best friend got there.

He did wait until you weren’t looking in his direction before moving, taking quiet steps to where you were. Slipping into the barstool next to yours, he propped his elbow on the counter and leaned his head against his hand.

“Can I ask you something?”

Your head snapped towards his, eyes wide, and goddammit if it didn’t make you more attractive. Jimin didn’t wait for your reply before continuing.

“What’s a pretty woman like you, doing in a place like this, dressed like that—” he looked you up and down again, taking in your large red sweater, dark jeans, and black ankle booties, that somehow all enticed him and left so much to his (very active) imagination, “—ordering water?”

Something similar to a smile crept onto your face, but it didn’t quite look right. “Some of us like to keep our wits about them,” you responded, taking a sip of said non-alcoholic beverage to emphasize your point. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Prettiest one I’ve seen here all night.” Jimin smiled, leaning a touch closer. God your voice was just as sexy as you were. He would happily listen you to read the dictionary, and he’d still probably get off on it. If he could get you to agree to leave with him before Taehyung showed up, he’d set a new personal record.

You mirrored his posture, head resting on your delicate hand. Jimin’s pants were starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. “Well then, what’s a stranger like you, doing in a place like this, dressed like that—” you look him over, raising an eyebrow at his all-black getup, eyes lingering on his leather jacket, “—talking to me?”

“Honestly?” He glanced down, as if he were shy, as he'd been caught. “Trying to get laid.”

Something similar to a laugh left your mouth, but it didn’t sound quite right. “And you think I’m the kind of person to just sleep with any random stranger who approaches me at a bar?”

“Is that not why people go to bars?” It was the only reason he ever ventured into them, especially his own. “To get drunk and then fuck whatever stranger their buzzed-out mind thinks is most attractive?”

“Perhaps, but,” you held up your water glass once more, “I’m not planning on getting drunk.” You took another sip, longer and slower this time, making direct eye contact with him the entire time. Jimin had to get you two out of here, he was about to lose it.

“So what do I have to do to get you in bed?”

You shook your head at him, looking down to your lap. “Are you always this desperate?”

“Are you always this gorgeous?”

“No, contrary to popular belief, I do not ‘wake up like this.’” You were beginning to get annoyed, and although the slight edge in your voice still turned him on, he knew he didn’t have long to save this.

He sighed, sitting up, looking away. “Look, I’m sorry,” he told you earnestly. “My game’s been off for a while now. There’s a lot of drama going on at home right now,” not a lie, “and I was hoping to find something tonight to help get me outta my own head, you know?” Also not a lie. “You really are the prettiest one here though. You’re beautiful.” Most definitely not a lie.

Jimin met your eyes again and fought to keep his pout from turning into a smirk at the soft look you were giving him. It was working.

“You wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head at your offer. “Nah, I already unloaded all of it onto the bartender. Got some solid life advice, now I’m just trying to score.”

“Hmm.”

Jimin was typically one to fill the silence, not one to just let the moment rest, but something about sitting in it with you wasn’t half-bad. He could see why Namjoon would want to keep you around. He watched you from his peripheral, still not wanting to scare you off, but not willing to let you get away either.

“You know,” you started, and Jimin turned his head to give you his full attention. “You are pretty cute yourself – when you aren’t trying too hard.”

He cocked his eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You think I’m cute?”

“One of the cutest I’ve seen tonight,” you affirmed, finishing your water.

“Only one of?” Jimin pouted. “Not the?”

You point to something behind him. “Your, uh, friend there is giving you a run for your money.”

“Friend, what—”

“HI.”

“Ahh!!”

Jimin jumped at Taehyung’s sudden appearance, nearly falling off the barstool. Though his friend wore a relaxed expression, a natural smile on his face, his eyes were raging and Jimin knew he was in for it as soon as they were alone.

“Fuck, when’d you get here?” Jimin asked, heart still pounding, hand on his chest, eyes wide.

“Just barely,” Taehyung lied. He’d been there since you asked if Jimin ‘wanted to talk about it,’ whatever it was. Tae knew that Jimin had his issues, but trying to ‘score’ with their boss’s, friend’s, and brother’s girl was just plain messed up, even for him. He turned his attention towards you. “Sorry about him, he hasn’t been bothering you, has he?”

“Not much,” you responded. “We were actually just starting to get to the good part.” The fact that you were thinking about agreeing to sleep with Jimin set off so many alarms in Tae’s mind, the biggest one being if you were considering it, then Jimin must not have mentioned that he and Namjoon knew each other, because if you knew you would’ve been long gone by this point.

“I think we can still get there,” Jimin smirked, turning back to you, spurred on by the knowledge that you were thinking about getting with him. Plus, he had already dug his grave at this point. “I’ve got a place pretty close by—”

“Actually, I’m gonna need to take Jimin out of here,” Taehyung interrupted, hands coming down on his friend’s shoulders, a silent warning to shut the fuck up. “We have a thing to get to, and we don’t wanna be late.”

You raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. “You have a thing to go to at 11:30 at night?”

“No, it’s in the morning, but if Jimin here stays out much later or has one more drink, he’s gonna crash until 2 in the afternoon and I can’t let him do that. I gotta be a good friend, you know?” Lies came as naturally to Taehyung as the truth did to Jimin.

It surprised both of them how easy you relented. “Well, I suppose I should support a good solid friendship. They’re rare these days.” You stood and pulled a few bills from your back pocket, leaving them on the counter next to your empty glass. “Maybe next time.”

You sauntered away before Jimin could say anything else, leaving the bar entirely. Taehyung took your seat, hands still firmly on Jimin, keeping him there and not chasing after you like he knew his friend wanted to. Jimin groaned, knowing what was coming next.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Now that you were gone, and Jimin was finally coming down from his high (if he could even call it that), he began to feel the effects of the alcohol again, and preferred that feeling to the one Taehyung was trying to shove down his throat.

“She doesn’t actually belong to Joon, Tae,” Jimin slurred, poorly explaining his very sad thought process.

“That doesn’t fucking matter, and you know that. I don’t know what drunk you convinced yourself of, but even if she’s not officially taken, you don’t go after your friend’s ex, especially behind their back.” Taehyung finally let him go, only to run his hands through his hair in frustration. This wasn’t the only reason he was so upset.

Taehyung wanted to meet you. He wanted to sit down and talk. He wanted to find the balance between Jimin’s “she hurt my family and therefore she’s pure evil” perspective, and Namjoon’s “she could do no wrong ever in her life” perspective. They were both wrong. Although after tonight, Tae wasn’t sure exactly what Jimin’s perspective of you was.

That’s why he rushed over here so quickly, telling Jimin fifteen minutes instead of the ten it actually was, and breaking several traffic laws to do so. And now he’s really glad he did, because he just stopped the biggest mistake Jimin ever could have made from happening.

Tae sighed. “Come on, dipshit, let’s get you home.” He stood and pulled Jimin along with him. The elder boy pouted, dragging his feet all the way to the car.

“But I never got a dick in my ass,” he whined as he climbed into the passenger seat, still semi-hard. The image of you sitting there was still in his mind, despite Tae’s words.

Taehyung glared at him from the driver’s side, turning the car on. “I think you’ve fucked yourself enough for one night.” The drive home was silent.

I'm so sorry I wrote Jimin like this, but it was necessary for future plot things! I still hope you enjoyed it though. Let me know what you think! Which member will find her next? Thank you for reading!! I love you 💜🥰 and a special thank you to my teeny tiny (but slowly growing) taglist!! Let me know if you want to be added! @illnevertrustmyselfagain @misschino @youlook-likehell @dany-but-not-targaryen @nyx-goddess-of-choas @fangirl125reader @wordsaremyswords @clowdyblue

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