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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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damnnn... softdom!joon and its their first time as in with one another or in general?! gagging and bandage aren't exactly vanilla and i wouldn't expect two virgins to try it out...

I'm going to interpret the "It's their first time" as a "It's their first time together."

Okay no I talked to my friend about it and I'm turning this into a dictator!joon x assassin!reader so the gagging makes sense.

KNJ || Bona-fide

warnings: smut (18+), gagging, praise kink, fingering, nicknames, bigdick!namjoon, ass smackin', a little rough, softdom!namjoon, "title" kink (she calls him leader), dirtytalking, doping/"drugging" and kidnapping, topics of death, political, unprotected sex*(dont do this), mention of reader's tits, creampie

It's not every day you're sent to get rid of a world leader.

But it isn't the first time the CIA contacted you for it.

The last time you were hired to make a man disappear it was a European congressman who would have gotten in the way of one of the US' trade deals with China.

It's safe to say that your services are favored by those who work in high-ranked government positions. You're good at what you do.

You're discreet, accurate, and you hold the world record for sharpshooting. Rarely, you resort to simply shooting the guy.

No, you're a temptress. You're a seductress. As soon as they're in bed with you, you discreetly inject them with an untraceable lethal substance and put them to bed.

Typically, they're cheating on one (if not many) of their wives and keep it discreet for you, which makes your job so much easier.

You'd like to say it's karma, but it's not. It's you.

The industry was scouting for talents and selected you from numerous candidates to be part of an elite academy that trained future professional assassins.

One day, while you were in an archery competition, you caught the eye of one of the most powerful men in the country. He said he wanted you, and so he got you.

That was almost a decade ago. You've established yourself as more than just potential at this point. You have field experience.

That's exactly what the CIA needs for this particular operation.

After World War II, The Soviet Union never gave up occupation of the Southern Korean peninsula, wedged between the Yellow sea and the Pacific Ocean.

It was a very strategic location for trade and they saw potential in its agriculture.

So, when the US armed forces tried to fight back against the Soviet hijacking of the Hermit Kingdom, they found themselves surrounded by the allied Japanese, whose focus shifted, momentarily from colonizing the Pacific to fighting against the United States in Korea.

The allies were successful, and in return, Japan gained an island on its Northern border from Russia.

This was a major loss for the United States, and to this day it's marked as dark in the nation's history.

The Soviet Union eventually fell in 1991, so it ended up not being a problem.

That is, until Korea split in two.

One, the North, becoming a right-leaning nation and the other, the South, becoming a left-leaning nation.

The moderate United States initially didn't know how to respond to their sudden unification. That is, of course, until both nations practically declared war on the moderate military superpower.

That made them allies. The ruler of this new, allied Korea is Kim Namjoon. He's your target.

Now things get messy.

There's no need to escalate things between two powerful, sovereign nations. Instead, this war should be fought with the least bloodshed as possible. Strategically. Methodically.

You had this conversation with at least seven officials just a week ago, detailing the plans of Kim Namjoon's assassination.

The reward was some ridiculous sum that would ensure that you never had the need to work a day in your life, ever again. That wasn't why you did this, though.

You like the satisfaction of getting rid of men who have ruined millions of people's lives. You're an empathetic person, and sometimes, it's your weakness.

You arrive in the southern capital of Seoul a day after your departure from Logan Airport in Boston.

Everything has already been set up for you. Namjoon is expecting you as one of his esteemed guests during a celebration of nearly 50 years of peace.

You've got your usual tricks up your sleeve. You sweeten your voice as to appear more appealing. You wear a dress that hugs you maybe just a little too tight, and Namjoon's favorite precious stone, sapphire.

It happens to be his birthstone.

With hope and skill, you enter the ballroom and immediately begin flirting and conversing with the members of the Korean gentry and nobility.

"Hahah, yeah. I understand that tensions are growing between our countries, but what's the use in abandoning all fellowship? You and I are the same," you laugh, chatting it up with the higher-ranking officials as you sparingly sip your alcohol-free margaritas. There's no use in getting drunk during such an important mission.

Still, you must appear drunk, so you're viewed as vulnerable to the dictator, who everybody in the room simply referred to as their sacred majesty.

He's speaking with his first official about something completely trivial to you, but you do notice him stealing a glance here and there.

That's your cue to draw near.

Without mistake, you float forward and wait with a charming smile, by his side until he is finished with his previous conversation, and then greet his majesty.

You're shocked.

His eyes are kind and his demeanor is intimidatingly intelligent, but he is anything but cocky, and full of grace. You'd never expect such a sweet, soft voice to come from somebody on a hit list. You're taken by him in an instant.

By the way he's goading at you, you're aware that he knows you were sent here to kill him, but he does nothing about it. He'll do nothing about it.

Namjoon is a bachelor. Every woman in his country throws herself at him for a chance to be his bride, but he never seems interested.

There's a curiosity behind the severity of his gaze, and you feel it on you constantly as you make shameless conversation with one of the most powerful men on Earth.

Your heart palpitates. There's no reason why this should be any different than your other missions. The men you were sent to kill in those other missions were never this fine!

Frustrated, your give Namjoon a courteous smile.

"Are those sapphires?" He glances down at your chest. "I adore sapphires."

"Yes. They're sapphires. They're my mother's," you add, careful with your words.

"I'd like them," he smiles. "Give them to me."

It's as if you were hypnotized by him. You're not supposed to give him your jewels. They're genuine and cost you a month's worth of pay, but you can't help yourself as you hand them over to his palm.

"Good girl, aren't you, Y/N?" He smirks. "Obedient. I'd like to see just how much you're willing to lose for me."

You're compelled then and there to confess your plans, but by the look he's giving you, you know that your cover is past blown.

At least, it feels that way.

"I'm sorry. I didn't understand," you keep grinning.

"You will," Namjoon carefully drops your necklace in his pocket and takes your hand. "Would you do me the honor of being my date for the night? I'd like to show you around the estate."

As if you had no other choice, you agree.

The rooms of the estate are all embellished in glittering artifacts and historic paintings displaying the rich history of Korea in all its greatness. Namjoon proudly explained each artifact in depth along with its cultural significance and how he obtained it.

"It's one of my many passions, to educate myself and others about Korean history and culture," he says as he studies a painting in his office. The end of the tour is near, but he has no intentions of bringing you back to the party.

Instead, you feel yourself go faint and collapse to the ground.

"Fuck-- fuck! The margaritas were spiked weren't they? Bastard!" You scream with all your strength as you wriggle on the ground.

Namjoon paces over you with a smug grin. "Yeah...but I was hoping we could get something out of this, hm? We'll talk about it when you wake up. It'll be a few hours, so I'll see you after the party..."

"...party..."

Namjoon's voice is the last thing you hear before everything goes back and you go out cold.

Your eyes snap open.

"Now! Let it never be said that I'm somebody who disregards consent entirely because that's simply not true. I will give you the choice here, assassin, but you must pay me your full attention," Namjoon paces before you in his office.

You notice that you're gagged and tied down in a kneeling position in front of him and start to panic just a little bit. You never crack under pressure though, so you appear as calm as ever.

"I know who you are, so you need not tell me. I know why you're here, so you need not tell me that either. I only need one thing from you, Ms.Y/L/N and that's the permission to fuck you mercilessly in this office," he says.

"Wouldn't you rather do that rather than kill me? Wouldn't it be so much more fun if you had your cunt stuffed with my dick while you were tied up like this? I'll play nice..." Namjoon flashes a seductive smile.

"...I promise,"

Your panties are missing. The only thing covering you right now is your cocktail dress and even that is revealing enough for him to simply drag it up to your stomach and penetrate you.

"I hope I'm making myself clear, Ms.Y/L/N. I want to fuck you," he crouches down to your level, his dragon-like eyes staring deeply into your tainted soul. "Take whatever innocence is left of you and corrupt it..." he wanders.

You knead your eyebrows together in a desperate plea.

"Aww...don't give me that...you knew this would happen, surely! After all, that's what you're here for. It's only a slight change of plans..." he pouts.

Your mouth is full of cloth, secured around your mouth so that you make no sound whatsoever.

He pinches part of the cloth and tugs it down softly. "Don't yell," he warns. "Tell me what you want."

"You," you reply, leaning into his lips.

"That's my girl..." he hums, kissing you. His wide hands hold your body towards him. "You're going to do what I tell you to do, and only what I tell you to do."

Your eyes glaze over with lust, your body melting to his touch. "Yes, leader," you moan softly.

He smirks, "You're so sweet...why would you want to kill me, huh? I do so many good things for this country...you could understand that, couldn't you? I'm a good guy..."

Namjoons hands slide down your body, dipping into your panties and fiddling with your clit. "I promise I'm a good guy," he repeats, dropping his tone.

You wither, a whimper escaping your lips as you ride his fingers.

He pulls them away for a moment, just to fasten your gag before splitting you open again and playing with your pussy.

You angle your hips forward and help him feel every ridge, your eyes concentrated on his handsome face. You must keep your thoughts to yourself and obey him, but it's so hard when he's touching you like this.

You whimper as he swirls his long digits into your cunt and thrusts experimentally, his other hand squeezing your ass hard.

He kisses your neck down to your collar, pumping his fingers into you as he hums sweet nothings into your ear, spread open across his rug.

"You're so sweet...such a shame we need to be quiet...your cunt is swallowing them so well," he groans quietly.

You take them gracefully, keeping your eyes on him as he fingers you thoroughly. The feeling is so uniquely good, you can't help but feel your heart flutter.

In most cases, you'd be deathly afraid of the situation you're in. Your cover has been blown, your mission has been compromised, but you can't bring yourself to care when he's fucking you like this.

Your eyes dip to the outline of his cock in his pants, and he catches you staring.

It's straining beautifully against the cloth, the length and girth of it on full display for your viewing. He spreads his legs apart a bit so that you can watch him free it.

He brings his left hand to his bulge and unbuttons himself with care, pulling his hard cock out of his pants.

Your pussy pulses at the sight of it and what it might do to you, clenching hard around his fingers. It's huge. Fuck, it's huge.

You whimper loudly, the sound blocked by the cloth in your mouth, obstructing any sound.

"Fucking desperate for it, aren't you? Don't you worry, babygirl..." Namjoon pulls his hands up to your breasts and kneads them softly, your nipples slipping between his fingers as you buck up into nothing.

His touch floods your mind. You need him to fuck your tits. You need him to fuck your cunt-- anything. You need his touch.

"Mmm!!" You protest.

He shuts you up immediately.

His cock splits you unlike any other. Once his head pushes in, you're clenching around him in a tangent, feeling the massive stretch he gives you, shamelessly.

Your thoughts go numb as the tip of his dick pushes up against your cervix. "Holy fuck," you yell out.

Namjoon smirks and smacks your ass playfully. "Take it," he demands as he experimentally snaps his hips into your warm cunt. "Take all of it, babygirl, show me how greedy you are for it."

You move your hips up and ride his dick on all fours, working yourself on it while he watches your cunt swallow him up. You groan quietly with every thrust, pounding yourself on it until you cream all over it.

His dick deserves to be crowned with your cum.

Without hesitation, Namjoon picks up your pace and starts pounding you to the floor with your ass up as his fingernails dig into your skin.

You feel your knees shake as your stability falters, the only thoughts crossing your mind are a mix of slurred profanities as you take him effortlessly.

You clench hard.

Namjoon feels your trembling below him, so he forces his hands on your hips and pins you so he can fill you properly with his cum.

Your ass smacks against his thighs, in rhythm to sound of your muffled whimpering. Namjoon's staggers, holding you still to take his sticky cum.

His fingers roughly touch your folds, causing you to convulse and cum violently around his cock.

"Ohh~mmm!! Mmmm~" you cry, squeezing for his release.

"Mmmn..." you sigh as he carefully repositions you so that you're facing him.

"See? Isn't that better..." he coos, his arms stretching around your body, securing you. He unfastens the fabric around your face and kisses you sweetly. "No need to assassinate me," he laughs.

"I'm a bona-fide leader. I'll take care of you from now on."

a/n: tadah! Sorry, anon! I couldn't tag you because I was an idiot and posted this early...

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foundationsofdecay · 3 months

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So let's play

In Sundowning, we get a lot of references to Sleep and Vessel's relationship being like a game they play. It's violent, sure, it has its highs and lows and winning and losing seasons, but even though the most hardcore sports fan may insist their preferred sport is more than just a game... maybe it can eclipse multiple roles, but that doesn't mean that it isn't still a game to be played at the end of the day. It's something both teams are knowingly and willingly engaged in.

Blood Sport, of course, is the most obvious example of this in Sundowning. Rolling the numbers, playing with chance, playing over and over despite knowing you're never going to be the winning team at the end of the season, those are all very prominent aspects to that song. Take Aim is debatable, depending on if you wanted to stretch that to an archery or sharpshooting perspective, though the image of Vessel with the arrow on his head can be a compelling one. In Give, we have talk of fighting fair, a relationship that's like open warfare but uses similar language to war games. More explicitly we see this in Sugar - "you play your twisted little game", "you must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game".

Here's the thing, though: forgive me if I'm mistaken, but I don't think we get a single lyric in a single track on TPWBYT that could be described in this manner. None at all. The absolute closest thing I can think of is vague references to warfare again in something like Missing Limbs - "my polite offenses won't last for very long", for example - but the idea that this is some kind of sport they're engaged in has long since vanished, and it's dubious whether or not he's even referring to Sleep so much as the heavens brought up in the previous verse.

Then again, TPWBYT is pretty unique in its tone and language, or at least marks a major departure from what was established in Sundowning.

Yet, even the two singles dividing those two albums don't use this language. In something like Jaws you can find references to play, but these are far more one-sided. Being "caged and always provoked by prey left unattended" is partly a rather impotent cry and partly an invocation of the image of a child pouring salt over a slug or pulling legs off of beetles. In this game, only one person in truly playing, and what kind of game is that, really?

Given that, what about TMBTE? Were the singles and album after Sundowning a momentary pause, a change in perspective on their interaction based on the broader concept that comes back into the previous focus when we reach the third album?

Well... no. You can see last vestiges of it in something like Chokehold's "you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood", but the duality that was once there is completely gone, just like we saw in Jaws, here more akin to dog fights than anything. You get references to hunting in Aqua Regia, but not of the competitive type either. Perhaps if you framed it in the sense of a game of life and death, but there's an animal quality to that, the result of a force of nature rather than something they willingly and knowingly engaged in like in Sugar.

So, what is it, then? Is Blood Sport the last time we ever see their relationship in that light, or at least the last direct acknowledgement of it? Blood Sport is in and of itself an introspective piece, reading more as internal monologue than dialogue. Though, as said at the outset, even though it's an admission of loss that doesn't necessarily mean the game is going to suddenly end. What, then? Did the game actually end there, or did it stop feeling like a game and more like an obligation? If you didn't call the game, you have to decide: will you save yourself the trouble and refuse to put up a fight, or keep fighting anyways? Do you end it now, or do you let it drag out until the end?

#<- what i was actually writing about and then got distracted #readmore is for length #this was very train of thought so i def may have missed smth here #sleep token

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maikaartwork · 6 months

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15 people, 15 questions

@thornescratch tagged me in this, and since I have the first day off in like, three weeks today, I feel inclined to share - thanks for wanting to know stuff about me thorne!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not to my knowledge. I was supposed to be given a different name, but the priest didn't agree to it (I live in a weird country and the 80s were even weirder), so I got the second choice on my parents' list.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Pretty recently, actually, the stress of the last few weeks made me a bit meltdown-y, despite the calming effects of the cool medication that makes me generally chill.

3. Do you have kids?

I have a cat daughter. For a long time I wanted children, but it never worked out. Now I feel a bit too old and a bit too single for the childbearing endeavor and decided to focus on doing cool shit that I enjoy and on being the weird auncle to my friends' kids. If I ever have the means, I would like to adopt.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

Currently - nothing except transportational rollerblading. I used to do offroad biking, basketball and swimming. If it counts, I was also a competition level sharpshooter.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I should insert a sarcastic remark here but the truth is: I try, but I'm bad at it. My brand of neurospiciness makes it very hard for me to detect sarcasm sometimes in others and honestly, it makes me wonder if I'm ever doing it right. Also makes me nervous that people will not get that I'm being sarcastic and get offended.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Nails, posture, hairstyle, tattoos, demeanor, accessories, type of creasing on their face, amount of makeup, amount of dandruff and animal hair on their clothes, shirt print. All at the same time. Neurospicy.

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown changing into hazelnut, depending on lighting and, apparently, moood.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings.

9. Any talents?

I got good at reading people's hidden needs. I'm really good at searching out information and fixing computer issues. I'm well-trained in customer service. I guess I draw good, too? I'm a fast learner and good with organizing shit.

10. Where were you born?

Poland, a medium sized-city down in the Silesia region

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, drawing, playing ttrpg, learning obscure facts, observing people

12. Do you have any pets? My cat daughter, Piu (pronounced Pew) and a cornsnake named Noodle that has a pattern on his head that some say looks like a heart and others say looks like a dick.

13. How tall are you? 168 cm

14. Favorite subject in school?

Art, English, Biology (this one mostly because in middle school I had a REALLY cool teacher that sparked my love for the subject that holds to this day)

15. Dream job? What I do now, actually - tattooing and drawing dumb shit on the side. After finishing my management bachelor's I never thought I'd go that way but here we are and honestly, I couldn't be happier. When I ever get too old or too bored with it, I'll become a Marie Kondo-style helper for those in need of organizing their spaces, I think.

No pressure tags: I saw some of my friends being tagged in this already, but I would love to learn more about @legitcookie @sidekick-hero @luna-fortunaa @maxinemaxmayfield @pink-luna-moth @xirayn @becomingfoxes @atmilliways @eriquin @stacetanicpanic and anyone that wants to tag themselves in lieu of the last five tags (sorry, I am sick, brain foggy, remembering nicknames hard)

#tag game

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piers-wifey · 2 years

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Could you do one were S.T.A.R.S team goes to do paintball and like who’ll win

You don’t have to do it just a suggestion

First of all, I'm so freaking sorry it took me so long to get this done. Writer's block was kicking my imaginary balls and I really couldn't come up with anything good. But now it's finally here and I really hope you like it. Thanks again for the suggestion, I hope you have a great day/evening/night.

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Imagine going paintballing with the S.T.A.R.S. squad

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🔫 The trip was Chris' idea. With the help of Jill and Forest, and an ungodly amount of luck, he managed to convince the others of his plan

🔫 The only reason Enrico and Wesker agreed to the trip is that they wanted to turn it into a 'Combat training' for both teams, which was fine with everyone

🔫 They were split into two teams; team A and team B. Both teams wear matching shirts so they can distinguish their 'friends' from their 'foes'

🔫 Enrico finds the idea it quite amusing, Wesker doesn't

🔫 Barry is probably the least competitive member and actually hesitates to shoot the other team

🔫 Joseph is receiving 'Booty shots' all the time. Especially Brad is very amused by it and shows absolutely no sympathy for our poor bandana boy (good for him)

🔫 Kevin, although he's a really good pilot, sucks at paintball. His shooting skills aren't bad or anything, it's just, well, he's one unlucky fella and always ends up getting shot no matter what

🔫 Kenneth only hit once, and of course it had to be one of his own teammates (it's okay, Kenny, you have other qualities)

🔫 No one, except Enrico, has the guts to shoot Wesker. It's nearly impossible to hit him anyway. His cat-like reflexes are just too powerful. Not to mention that, should you dare to shoot him, he'll have a field day with teaching you a lesson. And trust me, you absolutely do not want that

🔫 Forest tried it once and when I tell you he looked like he fell into a pot of yellow paint, I am absolutely not exaggerating. My man probably has a trauma now

🔫 Edward and Jill tend to take the whole "Team A against team B" rivalry a teeny tiny bit too seriously and end up going absolutely feral and shooting everything that moves

🔫 And yet Rebecca somehow managed to dodge all of the attacks. She's one lucky gal who, despite being as sweet as sunshine, turns out to be a quite dangerous opponent

🔫 She and Kevin team up and together they take down Joseph, who didn't stand a chance against them. RIP his colourful ass

🔫 To avoid getting his ass whooped by Forest, or God forbid Edward, Brad always stays close to Wesker

🔫 Although the whole trip was supposed to be a team bonding thingy, Forest and Chris spend most of their time shooting each other for funsies (My condolences to anyone who got caught in their crossfire. Especially you, Richard)

🔫 Richard got shot in the dick twice. The first time it was Chris and the second time, you guessed it, was Kenneth (Even I felt that. Ouch)

🔫 Enrico and Wesker end up having a 1v1 battle to finally settle who the better sharpshooter is

🔫 Unfortunately, this could never be determined as Kenneth managed to steal team A's flag, making team B the winner

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Tag list: @mirandawesker @dagrans @ravenrune @eviltothecore13 @sassiest-captain @aurorapink10 @main-character-vamp @silvevia @sevythebeanqueen

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blubushie · 1 year

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Well I'm taking you at your word, then! Round 1: How did you come to do what you do? Was it a sudden impulse/ jumping off the deep end, or a slow and steady march into it? Have you always wanted to hunt nuisance animals for money or did you come by it while pursuing something else at first?

In short: How did Blu become bushie? *chin hands*

It was 100% a result of me losing my mind and going off the deep end.

FUN STORY TIME.

I don't like people. In this kinda way.

"EW. PEOPLE."

People are strange and cruel and nasty and sometimes they'll kill lizards in front of you when you're in year 4 because they know you like them. People do mean things to other things just to hurt someone they don't like, so I don't like people. And there's a fucking lot of people everywhere. There's a lot of people in Alice Springs. There's a LOT of people in California.

And I don't like people.

I'll admit that I got into my own head a lot (still do; I zone out often). And I got this idea, right? The Swagmen of Olde. They lived in the bush with a lot less, er, support than what we have now. Modern day swagman. Revive an old Australian tradition. So I was say fifteen and we got out for I think the term 1 holidays, aaand I was officially a missing child for a week because I packed my swag and disappeared into the Outback. I lived off bottled water, native wells, and my scroggin ran out on day 2 so after that I survived off quandong and witchetty grubs (note to readers, don't go into the Outback without a machete because trying to dig out witchetty grubs with a knife will blister your palms). Basically stayed alive by making my own shelter from shit my dad taught me, or things I read about in books.

Anyway the NTPF eventually put out a chopper for me and dragged me kicking and screaming to civilisation (I was so feral they put me in the fucking divvy van) and it sucked (also I made the newspaper, not the point). But in the 5 days I was gone I just... found some inner peace, I suppose? I was talk of the town and over the next year there were three or four additional attempts to return to the Outback until Mum (and the NTPF) got tired of me trying to dehydrate myself to death and brought us both back to California.

And my California town is bigger than Alice Springs. The town has a population of ~80,000 and there's people fucking everywhere and I hate it.

So I did the same thing I did in Australia and routinely went walkabout to the point our local sheriff knew me by name. It got to the point the LOCALS knew me by name. Half would call in and report me when I was out walking on behalf of my father, the other were of the wildchild mentality and had an unspoken agreement of "Do not send Blu back to that house." (My parents aren't abusive or anything, the locals were just of the idea that at 16 I was finding my own way in the world like kids did back in the 50s, which... Yeah, I was.)

I was given an ankle monitor because I was a flight risk, and I stopped leaving.

Anyway I left high school, got a job working part-time graveyard at Dad's insistence on doing something with my life, and on the side I started talking to the neighbours who know I'm one hell of a shot (courtesy of me recently winning a county sharpshooting competition). And they get this bright idea, right, they've got a lot of coyotes on their property trying to lift their sheep. So I start killing coyotes. They're proud of my work, they tell their neighbours, I start getting paid $25 per pig I kill on their property so long as they keep the bacon. Fine deal for everyone involved.

Between pest control and graveyard and some other odd jobs I made ~$15k over 6 months and I still had this niggling idea in my head of going bush permanently. At 18 I bought my FIRST ute and went east. And that ute was fucking old. Not a '99 Ford, an '87 Ford F-150 with over 300,000mi on it. I figured I'd get to somewhere around New Mexico before it'd cark it because that poor bastard didn't sound right from the get-go.

And cark it it did! But I also learned a few things from my dad, and so I jerry rigged that cunt (which consisted of removing the faulty ignition and replacing it with a fucking screwdriver). I got it started and working again. Got it to Texas, got the ignition fixed, and took jobs in the southwest for 6 months.

And then I got sick of the southwest. I saw the towns I frequented become gentrified. They lost their personality. The mum and pop stores shut down and were replaced with Targets and Walmarts and the land started seeing construction and in six months I'd lost all hope for it.

So I said "fuck this shit" and decided, for the fifth time in my life, that I was going to the Outback. I went back to California, got my passport and all my necessary identification, had a MASSIVE argument with my parents because they didn't want me to leave, but I left anyway and sold the ute and I took a bus to San Francisco, got lost, ended up sleeping in an alleyway at some point which isn't important except to remember that I fucking hate cities, but eventually got my way to the airport with about $10k in cash and debit and I got the first flight to Sydney.

All without a fucking mobile phone.

And I spent every dollar I had save for $2000 on a '99 F-150. And my first night I bought a bottle of plonk (strange buying booze at 19 years old). I smashed it in the bush over my ute's roo bar and I christened her Matilda, my steadfast companion who will come waltzing with me. And I drove her up to Brisbane, and then to Cairns, and while in Cairns I was stopped and detained because of my rifle, and then that was confiscated for a month until I got my firearms licence, and then I had to go BACK to Brisbane to pick it up again but before I did that I met a bloke and spent my last $2k on a camper for Matilda.

So now I'm stuck in Australia with not a dollar to my name, no means of getting money on account of not having a rifle, and a new-christened ute with a camper but no way to pay for petrol.

So I drive up the track, end up heading west until Matilda ran out of petrol, then walked 2km or so to the nearest station who happened to have cattle. Aussies take care of our own. Told the bloke there the story over tea and supper, he says I can help muster if I know how to ride a horse.

Boy, do I.

So I do that for a few months, say hooroo to him after he helps me siphon petrol into my tank, and I return to Brisbane and get my rifle back. I make my way back through QLD, stop for a week in Longreach, then get another job as a stockman. For maybe a year I was a full-fledged stockman and met my heart horse and I met the first girl I ever loved, but then I stopped being a stockman, worked at sea on a fishing vessel for a few months, come back, and ended up getting a job working some pastoral land near there dealing with a small pack of wild dogs who'd been lifting the bloke's sheep, and I start making a name for myself again as one hell of a sharpshooter. And then I got my commercial shooter's licence.

Rest is history!

#blu whos #bushman #enjoy my life story

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Question:

1. What's Carmen and Nia's favorite and atleast favorite food and drinks?

2. What would happen if Carmen works for Marigold instead of Lackadaisy? Would there any be changes to her overall appearance or personality?

3. Do you have any oc's besides Carmen, her family and Nia?

4. What is Carmen's phobia? If she have one, then what would that fear be?

(Example: Lucio has a fear of bugs, because he kinda got bitten by a bug once. Two is thantophobia which means fear of losing someone, which is linked towards to his past, hence why he prefers not having some attachment to anyone during that, but when Carmen befriend him, Lucio is legit having anxiety inside. He doesn't want to lose her badly, aka another reason why he obviously grown protective of Carmen and Nia..)

That's all, have a good day/Night.

OOOO yay some lackadaisy Questions! I've been trying to get my mind off the LMK oc competition so this is helping

For the first question, the answer it Sweets.

When I say Nia and Carmen are like taste testers for sweets, I stand by that, they come into the bakery like how the IRS comes in to make you pay taxes.

Lucio would be probably out on a mission and just see Carmen and Nia in a window of a bakery ordering the most detailed stuff in the sweetest voice.

For the second question, I think Carmen's fun loving attitude would be sucked out of her. I feel like she'd go to the marigolds as a last option, when all hope was sucked out of her. However, a sliver of original self would still be in there, probably because of the marigold gang.

Shed probably be a sharpshooter next to Mordecai aswell.

Besides Carmen and her family, I don't have any other Lackadaisy ocs. Mostly I'm so attached to Carmen that when it comes to Lackadaisy, her and her family are the first thing I think about.

Now, when it comes to fears, Carmen has many. But here's the main ones.

Drugs, any kind of substance that could harm you

Glass shattering/beer bottles

Fear of being abandoned

Also, I love how Carmen, Lucio, and Nia are just this found family Iconic trio. Kinda reminds me of Kara Luther and Alice from Detroit become human. (Beautiful game btw)

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15 Questions Meme

Wooooo, another tag from @raichana for an OC meme :D

Rules: Answer the 15 questions as your OC or yourself. Tag up to 15 people.

I tag @barefootfriar @jabbloo and anyone else who wants to do it!

Teach me more about your characters! Please!

Are you named after anyone?

Koray: Dunno, never asked. Eliana: No, I don't think so. Kyo: Why yes, my mother named me after a mighty king from eons ago. It's very fitting, don't you think? Reuel: Yeah, I was named after one of my great-grandfathers. Aysuna: Not that I was told.

When was the last time you cried?

Koray: None of your business! Eliana: A lot of nights I cry myself to sleep... but it's okay! I'm totally fine! Kyo: A King does not cry. Reuel: Just last week, haha. It's good to cry once in a while! Aysuna: It's been a while... I'm pretty good at holding it back.

Do you have kids?

Koray: I guess... but we're not really close. Eliana: Koray and I have a daughter, but she was taken from us... I wish we could have seen her grow up. Kyo: My daughter Malika! She's a wonderful young lady, and I'll make sure that she succeeds me on the throne one day. Reuel: Nope! Aysuna: No, never really thought about it.

Do you use sarcasm?

Koray: Well, yeah. Eliana: Once in a while, haha. Kyo: I don't know, DO I use sarcasm? Reuel: Here and there. Aysuna: All the time!

What’s the first thing you notice about others?

Koray: Whether or not they're strong. Eliana: Their eyes! Its still so weird that everyone has such vibrant eye colours. Kyo: How they carry themselves. You can learn a lot about someone by paying attention to their mannerisms, and will gives you an edge against them. Reuel: I guess whether or not someone's uncomfortable? I'm a big guy, and it makes some people nervous, so I wanna make sure I'm not scaring someone by accident. Aysuna: Nothing at first... but I always pay attention to how people treat me after they find out I'm a healer. Too many people get weird about it...

What’s your eye colour?

Koray: Red, obviously. Eliana: I had brown eyes, but after I became a child of Xidon they turned red! Isn't that cool! Kyo: Red, of course. Reuel: Silver. Aysuna: Green!

Scary stories or happy endings?

Koray: I doubt you can scare me, but go ahead and try! Eliana: Happy endings. The world feels scary enough right now. Kyo: Either is fine. Reuel: Happy endings! Its good to be reminded that there's hope. Aysuna: Scary stories! Tell me something exciting and thrilling!

Any special talents?

Koray: Well, I was considered the strongest warrior back home. Eliana: I'm a pretty good sharpshooter! Won a few competitions when I was younger. Kyo: I'm talented at everything! Reuel: Oh, I don't think I'm that talented at anything... I mean, I could control the weather if I focus really hard, so I guess that's special, but my dad's waaaay better at it than me. Aysuna: Healing, I guess. Wasn't really given the chance to be good at anything else.

Where were you born?

Koray: A small village. Nothing else to say about it. Eliana: Uhhhh, I really shouldn't talk about it. Sorry. Kyo: The palace, of course! I was even born on a clear day, in the early afternoon, when the sun was at it's peak. A good omen from the mighty Xidon. Reuel: My family has always lived in the old capitol, high up in the mountains, so I was born there. Aysuna: I was born in a village in the woods. Sometimes I miss it there, things felt quieter.

What are your hobbies?

Koray: I enjoy dancing... but don't go telling everyone! It's none of their business! Eliana: I love playing board games! It used to be tough to find people to play with, but now I'm surrounded by lots of nice people! Kyo: I have no time for trivial activities. Reuel: I love to cook! When I was a kid, I used to sneak into the kitchen and cook with the staff. It was nice of them to indulge me, haha. Aysuna: I couldn't pick just one! When was younger, I wasn't given the opportunity to do much, so now I'm making up for lost time! Last week I was playing chess and learning to play the guitar. Who knows what I'll be doing next week!

Do you have any pets?

(Not me coming up with this one the spot, haha) Koray: No, but there used to be a big dog on the farm my parents worked at. Maybe one day I'll get one of my own. Eliana: Nope. Kyo: The royal family owns a wonderful menagerie that features many exotic animals from around the world. I suppose they could be considered my "pets." Reuel: Not officially, but there are a few stray cats in the area that come by for food and pets. Aysuna: I've thought about surprising Reuel with a cat of our own, but I think he loves the strays too much.

What sports do you play/have played?

Koray: Used to play some on the street with my cousins. Eliana: I played the usual sports you do in school, but didn't play any after that. Kyo: I played sports once in a while when I was a child, but it wasn't something that interested me. Reuel: I played a couple, but my size gave me such an advantage, that no one wanted to play against me. Aysuna: I wasn't allowed to play sports... healing takes a lot of stamina, especially when you're young and inexperienced, so I wasn't allowed to do anything physically demanding.

How tall are you?

Koray: Who cares? (he's 5'11") Eliana: 5'7" last I checked. Kyo: I suggest you drop this subject. (he's 5'4" and very sensitive about it) Reuel: 6'7" if you can believe it! It comes from my dad's side, everyone's crazy tall, even the women. Aysuna: Only 5'3" but I don't mind too much.

Favourite subject in school?

Koray: It was boring, so I always left. Eliana: Everyone else hated it, but I kinda liked math! It's logical and straightforward. Kyo: I did not attend "school" as the commoners do, I had private tutors of course. Though I suppose the most interesting topic of study was Law. You'd be amazed what you can get away with if you know the law's intricacies! Reuel: I was home schooled, which wasn't very fun, but I did enjoy history! Its really cool to learn about how the world used to be. Aysuna: I loved art! I used to use my gift to shape plants into cool shapes and figures.

Dream job?

Koray: I don't think about that stuff. Eliana: My dream has always been to travel the world! I'd take any job that would allow me to do that. Kyo: I'm a King, there is no better "job" than that. Reuel: I dunno, I guess something where I can meet lots of people. Aysuna: Never got to think about it. Once my ability to heal developed, there was only one career I could pursue... though sometimes I wonder what I might have done if I'd had a choice.

#OC meme #this was a lot of fun!#thanks for the tag!

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Discover Different Water Bead Gun Duel Formats Today

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8. Which headmate has the most specific role?

11. What are some pet peeves headmates have about other headmates?

13. What headmate has a skill that the body doesn't usually, but when they front the body gets it (or almost gets it)?

15. What headmate has the weirdest (/pos) way of talking/typing?

8. oh my god. Tango, Ned, Claude, and Franziska. easily. this is such a good question. Tango's role is literally just to enjoy Minecraft. Ned's is to hold facts about birds. Claude's is to exercise. and Franziska's role started out as, and continues to be, fawning over one specific hot woman.

11. opening this one up to the guys:

Cygnet does not like Vocaloid, and will skip any Vocaloid songs that come on, even if I'm listening to them. - Leon

Leon is always listening to that damn Vocaloid! - Cygnet

Everyone forgets I exist. - Mikel

no one ever uses the nice little organizational system i set up for us years ago! now we've devolved into utter chaos and there's nothing i can do about it. alas, we are happier than we were then, but i refuse to believe we cannot benefit from my self-imposed structure and hierarchy! - Jean

Jean is completely delusional. <3 - Desmond

13. There's a funny story that comes with this one. I, Dylan, am a class sharpshooter. The body does not know how to aim in any particular direction, let alone shoot a target. We had a Nerf gun competition at our office once, where we'd have to shoot down paper cups and win whatever was inside. I fronted that day and won three gift cards (some of the cups were empty), and I think I must've shot down like ten cups around the office. No one knew how I even knew how to properly hold a firearm. It was awesome.

15. Me Obviously. I Love The Way I Type It Is So......Me!!!!!!! & It Is Nice 2 Have A Specific Typing Quirk That No One Else Has. I'm A Freak I'm A Weirdo. - Vines

#beneath the ask #professor-glasses #yippee!!!! thank you we love you #this was a fun one to answer

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Vencuyanir Ch. 21 - The Farewell

Summary: Mando tries to say goodbye. Fate has other plans.

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: Mentions of what happened last chapter, one alcohol mention, canon-typical violence, saying goodbye

Soft warnings: Mando is a very gentle person and this chapter is saccharine sweet. I expect screeching or at the very least a smile, otherwise I haven't done this chapter right. Enjoy!

Notes: Happy Star Wars day!! I come bearing another chapter, and the end of the Sorgan arc (that is almost 75k words long OOPS-) Next, we will have some lead up before our trio lands on Tatooine! I'm already so looking forward to writing it! Thank you so much for all your nice words and support for this story, it means the world to me!! Estela (@over300books) is the most supportive person ever and you deserve all the nice things in the world. You're the best!!

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The days on Sorgan went by fast, faster than Elana had ever anticipated. The security of knowing when to wake up, when to turn in, where to get food and where to help in the village was reassuring, and after many turbulent weeks, a welcome reprieve.

It almost felt like the days where she was on Arvala-7 again, spending her time with the Niktos and with Bean, not knowing what was going on with her life, but at least there was a constant rhythm, a constant beat she could follow. There was always some work to be found, at the ponds, in the houses, collecting food in the forest, fishing in the river. It was the closest thing to feeling at home that Elana had felt since Alderaan.

Sorgan was peaceful. And with every passing day, Elana wanted to stay there forever.

Bean had made a full recovery, much to everyone's relief. Despite being very wary of the water and refusing to be away from either her or Mando for a long time, all in all, he seemed to be fine, and that was everything they could ask for.

He was happy in the village, constantly being able to play with children, starting to respond faster, better now. He babbled more, managed to convey his feelings in a more precise way, and even though he still looked exactly the same as when Elana had first laid eyes on him, she could not help but feel that he had grown so much. He had come a long way from the almost constantly silent child, who flinched away from touch and would stay in his pram for hours without moving an inch. Bean played a lot, showed affection openly, was not scared of pushing boundaries, even if it drove her crazy sometimes.

Bean was such a sweet, light child, and she had never seen him happier.

Mando also seemed to like it here, despite being harder to read. He spent a lot of time with either Cara or Omera, sparring with the former while having long conversations with the latter.

Elana did not really know what to think of it, but as long as they were happy, she kept out of their business. Even if she sometimes felt the slightest bit envious of the easy way they seemed to get along, an uncomplicated relationship between them as they exchanged advice and swapped stories of their lives. Omera and Mando had a sharpshooting competition a few days ago, which was the highlight of the week, and Mando won only by a short margin, which he freely admitted.

Omera's triumphant smile at those words burned their way into her brain, and Elana could not stop thinking about it at times.

At the same time, she could slowly see the Mando’s dry humour peeking through, how soft spoken he was, and it gave her more pause than it should. She was thankful for his presence after the pond incident had happened, but both of them kept their distance afterwards, the evening a bit too raw to talk about it.

Elana did not know what to think.

But what she did know was that even after everything, she was pretty glad that it was Mando and not someone else who had stumbled into their lives. Despite everything that he had done, she could slowly find in herself to genuinely forgive him, letting go of some of his past actions and behaviour.

She often kept herself in check during those moments, not wanting to grant him forgiveness that was not earned without thinking about it, but… she knew that he regretted it.

And she knew that he was very fond of Bean, even if he did not state it out loud.

So, it was a bit of a balancing act, but Elana thought that she was managing it fine, all things considered.

Other than that, Sorgan was the closest thing to a vacation she had gotten in years.

There was just this sense of tranquility that surrounded everything there, the knowledge that the village was almost impossible to find, that they were in the middle of nowhere; a comfort that Elana never appreciated before. It was so… simple. Life was simple here. Uncomplicated.

Just spending their days in the sun. Farming krill. Letting their palms trail over high grass, braiding flowers and ribbons into their hair, sharing laughter and stories at the bonfire. Enjoying nature, gazing at the two moons, breathing in crisp and fresh air. Playing with water, playing with their children.

Watching them grow.

And Elana started to love Sorgan with her whole heart, adoring the simplicity and the peacefulness. The village felt like home.

Of course, that could not last.

Elana chased behind Marya in a game of tag, the little girl shrieking as she finally got caught.

"You're it!" Marya cried and tapped her before she could escape, and Elana playfully did the same, both remaining in the same spot tapping each other until Elana finally broke away, barely managing to avoid the girl's fingers before she ran.

"Hey!"

Looking over her shoulder, she saw how Marya started to chase Jake, deeming him an easier target, and Elana laughed breathlessly, using the little break to catch her breath. Hands resting on top of her thighs, she watched how the blonde girl successfully caught the taller boy, chuckling when the same tap war broke out between them.

There were some exclamations behind her, the exact sound familiar to her; she did not need to look around to know how the children were teasing Bean about his frog habit again.

They might all act disgusted with how the green child devours the frogs, but they were the first ones to catch the four legged creatures for him. High giggles followed the loud whine Bean made, and as Elana glanced at the little group, they were already handing him krills, waving the blue shellfish at him.

The little child stumbled around, trying to determine which from the massive selection of playmates he should go to, his ears wobbling with every step as he toddled from one child to the other.

Elana looked to the barn a few dozen meters away, seeing how Mando, Omera and Cara were conversing, before Omera walked down the stairs, heading towards Elana with a smile.

"You look flushed," the older woman said, eyes bright.

She huffed. "I wonder why," Elana replied, gesturing to the wild chase where Jake and Sebby teamed up against Marya, the blonde girl giggling loud enough for it to be carried by the wind as she niftily evaded her brother and his friend.

"And Bean?"

Elana pointed towards the square. "There," she said, wincing as the child in question face planted, but he pushed himself up again and continued to play without complaint.

"I just told Mando this, but he really fits right in," Omera said as a soft smile crossed her face, the sun glinting off her hair.

She nodded, heart feeling light as she observed the little crowd. "He does," Elana replied.

Omera squeezed her shoulder, before going on her way with a slight wave.

Calling out a time out to Jake, who was starting to run towards her, Elana walked back to the barn, where Cara and Mando were quietly talking, the shock trooper giving her a bright grin.

"Hey, mama," she greeted Elana, "Want some spotchka?"

"It's midday," Elana said, raising a brow in amusement, "Isn't that a little early for spotchka?"

"It's never too early for spotchka," Cara replied.

"Means you have an alcohol problem," Mando muttered dryly.

Cara was unbothered by that comment, and just smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "If that means I don't have a stick up my—"

"Stop it," Elana cut in before Cara could finish her sentence, sending the trooper a glare, before looking back to Mando, "Children, the both of you."

He did not say anything, just hooked his ankle over the other, tilting his helmet at her.

She raised her chin, cocking an eyebrow with a slight challenge in her eyes.

"Alright," Cara said, standing up with a groan, "I'll leave you to it, and take a look around the perimeters."

"Stay safe," Elana told her with a small smile, "Don't get bored."

She scoffed, shaking her hair out of her face as she smirked at Elana, her little tattoo twitching under her eye. "Let's hope for some action," she joked, "See you in a bit."

Watching how the shock trooper walked away, her strut clear and determined, Elana suppressed a sigh as she thought about what needed to be addressed.

Fighting the urge to sneak a glance at Mando, she fiddled with the cups of spotchka right next to them, nudging them into a straight line.

She was not oblivious to the way Mando seemed to grow more antsy every day, and if she thought about how he had talked about the other Mandalorians and his covert in the past, it made a lot of sense that he wanted to return to them. If she was in his place, she would be missing home as well, stuck on a backwater planet playing guard in a peaceful village.

So, she knew of his intentions to leave. Not when, but she figured that it would be soon.

Their deal was not fulfilled, but after all these weeks spent in the sun, the threat of bounty hunters seemed far away, something from a past life.

Elana took a deep breath, before turning to Mando, who was still leaning against the side of the hut, visor trained on the little gaggle of children playing with Bean.

"Hey, Mando," she said, trying to keep the smile on her face, looking up at him, "I want to talk to you for a second, if that's good with you?"

He stilled, tilting his head at her before he nodded and gestured for her to lead the way.

Elana moved towards the edge of the ponds where there were no villagers, more privacy all around.

Staring at his tall figure, the beskar reflecting in the sun, her heart felt heavy as she tried to get her words out.

"Is everything alright?" Mando asked after a second and Elana was quick in nodding.

"Yeah, it's all… it's all fine, I just—" Elana took a deep breath, before pushing out what was on her chest. "I know that you're leaving soon."

He did not say anything, but just nodded his head slightly in confirmation.

Elana's heart stuttered at it, feeling conflicted. "Where will you go?" The question was quietly spoken, and she blinked fast, trying to hide how it tugged at her heart.

"I don't know yet," Mando said, "Maybe back to Nevarro, look if my covert is still there."

"Oh," Elana said, nodding slightly, "Yeah, that's reasonable."

"And if not… guess I'll search for them."

She hesitated, taking in the familiar edges and slopes of the helmet, the black T-visor, the dark clothes that concealed his skin from the world. "You… won't return then?"

He tilted his head at her, the gesture oddly comforting. "You're safe here," he murmured, "you and Bean can have a good life."

Elana's throat was tight. "We can," she agreed, voice slightly wobbly. He was right, he was absolutely right, but still.

Something made her want to reach out, something made her want to keep him around. It was strange to think about how Mando would be leaving their lives soon; he had become a constant in her day, him and Bean starting to get closer as well, the two of them being thick as thieves as time went on.

She did not know what it would be like, if it was only her and Bean again, and Elana was sure that the little one would be heartbroken when the Mandalorian left.

"Bean is happy being here," he said, slightly gesturing to where Bean sat on a crate next to his friends, little feet dangling while he smiled at Sebby. She did not anticipate her eyes stinging so much and the way her chest clenched at the thought of saying goodbye.

"You're happy as well," Mando said carefully, giving her a little tilt of his head, "I can see how much you like it here."

"And what about you?" Elana could not help but ask, "I thought you liked it here as well."

He hesitated, before nodding.

"I do." His voice was slightly choked, "It's… very nice."

"You could stay," she offered, feeling her throat lump at the thought of Mando just vanishing into thin air. She had gotten so used to his presence already, the thought of him not being… there anymore? It was disconcerting. "We've stayed here for a while already, and it's peaceful."

Mando nodded. "I know."

"Also, the village likes you and Cara so much, they would love to have you here as well," Elana tried to convince him, feeling her face flush at how eager she sounded, how it was probably obvious that she did not want to say goodbye. "There is work here, it's quiet and simple, you won't have to hunt for bounties and there is no imminent danger on Sorgan."

"I know," he said again, sounding a bit more fragile than before.

"You could take a break," she whispered, holding her breath. "You could stay."

Stay with us.

Mando was very still. "I could," he said quietly, his voice strained.

"Yeah?" Elana heard herself whisper, feeling her heart stutter in her chest as she dared to hope.

Then, Mando shook his head, and her heart sank, feeling as if a little bubble had burst.

He reached out to take her wrist, his touch soft. Turning it around, he smoothed a thumb over the faded scars, unspoken words lingering between them. Elana knew that by the direction of his visor, he was looking at the evidence for their less than stellar beginning, and she wanted to tell him to forget about them. What was done was done, and she… had forgiven him.

"Elana, you don't want me around," Mando said, achingly quiet, "you and Bean are safe now and I—"

He cut himself off and gently let go of her, Elana's hand hanging limp between them as she stared up at him, feeling her heart squeeze painfully.

"... I don't belong here," Mando whispered softly, taking a slight step back, establishing the initial distance between them, "I need to get back to my covert. Maybe our paths will cross again."

Elana managed to smile, feeling tears sting at her eyes, and she knew that he saw them. He had seen her cry enough times to know it.

"I'd like that," she said, the upturn of her lips becoming wobbly, not quite able to get rid of the hopeful tone in her words, "I’d like that very much."

"Me too," he said and his own small smile was audible in his voice.

"Then, it's a goodbye?"

Mando nodded and Elana held up a hand, palm outstretched to him. He took it, warm leather gloves slightly rough against her skin.

"May our paths cross again," he said quietly, and she nodded, squeezing his palm.

Suddenly, a Warning struck her.

Something was going to happen.

Time slowed, and every fibre in her body started to scream at her — getdowngetdownGETDOWN — and before she realised what she was doing, Elana lunged forward and tackled Mando to the ground with all she got.

He grunted in surprise, his arms automatically coming up around as if bracing for combat as they hit the grass with a dull thud.

In that second, there was a shot.

Elana stared at the visor just centimetres away from her face, dread sitting in her bones as startled screams rang through the air. When she looked around, everyone she could see was on high alert, setting into motion.

"Get Bean," Mando said as they scrambled upwards, no apology necessary, getting upright again. He started walking backwards to where the sound had come from, visor still on her, and he only turned around to break into a sprint when she nodded in confirmation, her eyes wide and jaw clenched.

Elana's legs moved in their own accord, feet drumming across the walkways as she sprinted as fast as she could. Running towards where she had seen Bean last, her heart pounded in her chest as she skidded around a corner to the little group of children.

Winta had scooped him up, looking around in fear and the second she saw Elana, she ran towards her, the little bundle held tightly against her chest.

"Elana!" Winta called out, her face concerned as she passed Bean to the woman, "What was that?"

Bean settled into Elana’s arms, large eyes wide while he looked around, whining lowly as the many villagers started to assemble on the square they were standing on, grim faces everywhere as they waited for what would happen next.

"I’ll be fine," Elana said, shaky fingers cupping the back of the baby’s head, a frown on her face, "Let’s hope we have nothing to worry about."

Omera appeared next to her, placing a hand onto Elana’s back with a stony expression.

"Hopefully, Mando and Cara will be back soon," she said, looking down at Elana with concern, "You okay?"

When there was no second shot, and nothing moved inside the forest, the tension slowly started to dissipate, even though no one truly relaxed.

Mando and Cara appeared from the edge of the forest, and judging by the tense walk and the grim look on the shock trooper’s face, Elana felt her stomach sink.

Something was terribly wrong.

"What happened?" Omera asked the second they were close enough, her face anxious but stoic, "Are the raiders back?"

Cara shook her head and crossed her arms, "No raiders, don’t worry. It was a bounty hunter."

Elana felt as if she had been slapped across her face, the breath leaving her in a single rush. Her fingers bunched into Bean’s robes, her heart skipping a beat at those words. She looked at Mando, silently begging that it was not true. Cara and Omera were conversing, both women frowning and words coming out fast, but she did not hear any of it.

If the bounty hunters had tracked them down to Sorgan, of all places… this meant that they were no longer safe here.

That meant that if they tried to stay here, more would come, and it would not stop until they had Bean.

It was as if she was back on Arvala-7, back in the encampment, where hunters appeared every few days and tried their luck, and Elana did not want to be stuck in a place like it ever again. And that was with the Niktos being capable warriors who were successful in fighting off every single one until Mando had arrived with that bounty droid.

Elana would not want the villagers to suffer the same fate the Niktos did by trying to protect Bean and her, and her heart sank as she realised what they would have to do.

Sorgan was no longer safe for them, which meant they had to go.

And…

And Mando was once again their only chance.

The crowd slowly dispersed, the people going back to what they had been doing before, until only Cara and Mando remained. The other Alderaanian looked at her with concerned eyes, coming closer and placing a hand on her shoulder.

Mando took a step towards her as well. "I’m sorry," he offered with a low voice and Cara nodded in agreement, her dark eyes grim.

Elana gave him a brittle smile, squaring her shoulders and standing up straighter. "Guess it went too well, too long," she said, and Bean cooed quietly.

Cara’s hand on her tightened. "You’ll need to get off Sorgan as soon as possible," she said, "there will be more to come."

Mando looked at her, his fingers curling at his side. Elana looked back, biting her lip in indecision, before offering him an one-shouldered shrug.

"Do you, by chance, have some room for us on the Crest?" Elana asked, trying to sound more firm but not quite managing to hide the tremble in her voice.

He nodded, reaching out to let Bean grab his finger, his helmet tilted down towards her. "I haven’t fulfilled my end of the deal," he said quietly, "if you’re fine with it?"

Elana just fixed her eyes on the familiar dark visor, nodding in an almost imperceptible manner.

The shock trooper tilted her head at the two of them, her face drawn with worry.

"I suggest you get to packing up your stuff," Cara said, "if I were the three of you, I’d go back to the ship as fast as possible and get the hell out of here.

Mando sighed, placing his hands on his hips, and looked down at the ground. "I’ll get the crates," he said, "Cara, help me with it?"

"Sure thing," she said before she gestured to Elana, "You go and tell Omera about the details, and pack up as fast as you can."

"Got it," Elana said, and with a final shared look, they parted ways. Moving quickly towards Omera’s hut, Bean being concerningly silent the whole time, Elana placed together what she wanted to say, mind running over everything she had to collect, what was important and what was not.

When she arrived, Elana knocked, and when Omera came out, eyes concerned, she did not know how to school her face in a neutral manner.

"We have to leave," was what she settled on after a moment. Omera clenched her jaw, eyes flashing with sorrow, and ushered Elana in.

"Leave Bean with Winta," Omera said and called out for her daughter before turning towards Elana again, "I feared that this would happen."

"I need to pack," Elana said, gently placing the little child down onto the familiar rug in the home, and with a look over his shoulder, Bean toddled towards Winta, who was looking at them with wide, scared eyes. Her mother disappeared to the upper level and from the sound of rummaging, she was searching for something that could prove useful.

"Do you need to go?" Winta whispered, sounding heartbroken. Elana felt her own chest tighten, and she barely managed to nod.

"Say your goodbyes," she said quietly, "I don’t know when we will return."

Winta took Bean towards the large chest at the side of the room, starting to talk to him in a low voice, the little one babbling back.

Omera appeared again, a large, empty holdall under her arms. "With all the clothes you and Bean have gotten, I don’t think that you can fit everything into your backpack," she said, and gave Elana a gentle look.

Turning towards the children, Omera called Winta’s name.

"Take him outside," she said, "Let the other children say goodbye as well."

"Okay," Winta whispered, and without waiting for her, Omera tugged Elana out of the hut, walking back towards their barn.

"The faster we have everything finished, the better," the older woman said, her hand warm around Elana’s, "I imagine Mando will want to leave the second you can, hm?"

It did not take long until all of the things inside the barn had been collected, Omera folding and placing the things into the bags while Elana went around and searched for what might have been missed. Even in weeks of being on the planet, there was not much that was actually theirs, most of it was borrowed from the villagers. And with both Elana and Mando being neat persons by nature, there was not much they needed to clean up, anyways, so it took way shorter than anticipated.

"I wish we could stay," Elana whispered when they zipped everything closed, the barn looking as bare and as impersonal before they had arrived, a lifetime ago.

"I wish for that as well," Omera said quietly, and she reached out to pull Elana into a hug, her arms wrapping tightly around the smaller woman’s frame. "I wish you could stay for a little bit longer, at least."

Elana buried her face in the soft worn fabric of her shirt, fighting down the whimper that was burning in her throat, willing herself not to cry.

"I’ll miss you, Omera," Elana whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears, "So much."

Her arms tightened around her when she responded: "I’ll miss you very much as well." Omera’s voice was also choked up, and she placed a kiss onto Elana’s forehead. "You’re gonna be sorely missed every day."

"Maybe one day we could return?" Elana asked, looking at the other woman, feeling her heart ache at the thought of never being able to see her again.

Omera smiled and brushed her hair out of her face, her warm palm cupping Elana’s cheek. "We won’t be going anywhere," she promised, "and the next time you visit, we would love to give you this barn again."

Elana huffed a laugh at that and Omera joined in, the smile lighting up her lovely face.

"The most comfortable barn in the parsec," Elana joked, "Five stars, would recommend any time."

Outside the barn, Elana could hear Mando calling her name, and her smile dropped as she realised that this was it. So they got the bags, and with a silent goodbye to the place, Elana walked out into the sun where Mando was standing with Bean in his arms, Winta at his side.

"The cart is almost ready," he said, and respectfully nodded at Omera, "If we leave now, we can reach the Crest by midnight."

Elana trailed behind him as they moved towards where the road led away from the village, the sunlight streaming through the forest when she followed the path with her eyes.

Arriving at the cart, a crowd around it to say goodbye, Mando set Bean down on one end of it while Elana hoisted up the two bags she and Omera packed. It did not take long until everything was on the little cart, some villagers also placing baskets with food and other supplies onto it, Elana quietly thanking them as they did.

Leri was teary eyed the whole time, reaching out to squeeze Elana's hand whenever possible, and while she did not say much, Elana could guess at how devastated she must feel.

When she looked at the little gaggle of children saying goodbye to Bean, she felt her heart sink at the many tearful faces and the amount of hugs the little child was receiving. Marya and Jennie were sniffling, Jake looked upset, Sebby was crying. Winta had placed her blue krill plushie into Bean’s arms, giving him firm instructions on how to treat the toy, and Elana looked away to stop herself from tearing up.

Then, she walked around to say goodbye to the villagers, shaking hands and receiving hugs, doing her best to keep smiling as she went through the crowd, doing her best to say a proper farewell to everyone despite the short notice.

It felt… weird. Off. To think that they would be leaving the village, and so unceremoniously as well, scrambling to take their things and disappearing the second they could. It did not feel right to have to say goodbye.

But at least she could say goodbye.

Caben, Stoke, Hannah, Dawsen, so many others all wished them good luck on their journey, and Elana would be a liar if she said that she did not feel like crying.

The tension was still high and she would also be lying if she said that the incident with the bounty hunter did not have her rattled. Elana could understand why Mando wanted to leave as fast as possible.

It was both for their and the village’s protection; the longer they stayed the more likely hunters would appear once more, and the faster they got to the Razor Crest, the sooner they would be safe in space.

Leri's final hug was rib-cracking, the redhead's bottom lip trembling as she looked at Elana. "You better come visit us," she said, a weak smile on her face, "I'll haunt you through space if you don't."

Elana laughed, her own chest hurting, it feeling too tight and empty at the same time. "I don't doubt that for a second."

Mando gave her a nod, signalling that they are ready to go.

"Are you sure you don’t want an escort?" Cara asked, a smile on her face.

"I appreciate the offer," Mando replied and hoisted up the final crate, "but we’re gonna bypass the town and head straight towards the Razor Crest."

"Well," Cara said with a smile and held out her palm, "Until our paths cross?"

"Until our paths cross," he said firmly, grasping the offered hand.

While Omera said her goodbye to Mando, thanking him, Cara came over and hugged Elana tightly.

"Okay," she said, "I’ll head back and stay there, so if you want to find me you know where to go."

"Alright," Elana said, and nodded against Cara’s clothes, "I’m gonna miss having you around."

"Don’t get all mushy on me," Cara laughed, gently patting her cheeks, "we’ll see each other again sooner than you think, trust me."

Elana could not help but to smile at the confident tone in the other’s voice, and shook her head. "Let’s hope not too soon," she joked, "some time away from you would do me good."

Cara snorted loudly, "Love you too."

With a last pat on her shoulder by the shock trooper, Elana climbed onto the cart, settling in the back of it while Mando tossed her a bag that she easily caught. He then placed his rifle down as well, before settling onto the edge of the cart, letting his legs dangle off the edge.

He nodded at the crowd in goodbye, and the cart settled into motion, slowly puttering away from the villagers who started to wave and call out farewells. Elana waved back, smiling at Omera and Leri and Caben, Stoke, so many others, seeing how Cara moved into the other direction behind the crowd, raising her hand in a final adieu.

"I’ll miss it here," Elana said to Mando as they crossed the treeline, shadows setting over their transport as the damp and cool smell of the forest engulfed them, the cart starting to move a bit faster now, "It was nice while it lasted."

"Yeah," Mando replied in a low, regretful voice, "I liked it here as well."

Bean cooed quietly, his little arms tightening around the blue krill plushie Winta had gifted him, claws digging into the soft fabric. The child stared at the village until it was out of sight, ears hanging low.

It was a bit of them travelling silently, not really voicing their thoughts, before Elana dared to say something.

"When we're back at the ship, where will we go?"

Mando sighed, settling backwards in the cart. "I don't know yet," he said, "Probably a random jump, and then make our way to a market."

It was quiet again, only the sounds of the forest filled the space between them. The gentle familiar sunset of Sorgan illuminated the floating dust, insects dancing in the rays. Birds were chirping, and the evening had no right to be as peaceful and lovely as it was, making her miss this planet already.

Bean made his way over to Elana and slumped against her, cheek resting on her thigh, and Elana gently pulled him closer. The little one was devastated and she could feel how much he was already missing his friends.

"Oh, sweetpea," she whispered before she pulled him into her arms, letting him bury his face into her chest. After a short while, the child began to cry, soft, heartbreaking noises as his tears soaked through her shirt.

Pressing kisses on his head, hands rubbing across his back, Elana tried everything to console him a bit, but she knew that was something she could not help with.

Mando did not say anything, but from the way his visor was tilted towards them, she could tell that he was concerned about Bean.

The little one cried for a while before he calmed down again, but it was obvious that he was still unhappy, being uncharacteristically silent after weeks of his mischievous and bubbly attitude. He fell asleep while holding onto the krill plushie and Elana smoothed over his mind the best she could, hoping that he would have an undisturbed sleep.

"Maybe you could return one day," Mando said quietly. Elana did not miss how he excluded himself from that statement.

"Yeah," she whispered back, thumb trailing across the sleeping child's cheek, heart aching at the occasional sniffles he made into the blue toy. "One day."

Mando was silent for a while, watching the road. "If the hunt for him is over…" he then continued hesitantly, "I can bring you back here."

Elana smiled at him, but it did not quite reach her eyes. "That would be nice."

They did not say much with nothing they could possibly talk about, and Elana fell asleep at some point, lulled in by the steady up and down of the cart.

She dreamt of days spent in the sun, of collecting flowers, cooling fruit and vegetables and juice jugs in the clear stream. Of butterflies and Bean snuggling against her. Of black lightning crackling through the air, and the chime of what sounded like a bright, clear bell in the wind.

A hand on her shoulder woke her up from the unintended nap, slightly shaking her frame.

"What?" Elana slurred, opening her eyes, and when she realised that Mando was standing outside the cart, she shot up in her seat. It was dark already, she noticed with a start, the stars above twinkling while the forest was inky black, the shadows stretching over them.

The old gunship was right next to them, gently illuminated by the moons above and the soft orange light from within. It was jarring to see the ship again after weeks of absence.

"The Crest is ready for takeoff," Mando said, voice quiet, "Grab Bean, and then we can go."

She looked around, noticing that all the crates had already disappeared from the cart.

"You should have woken me up," Elana said, face warming as she realised how he had loaded the ship on his own.

Mando just hummed. "It's fine," he said, "You and Bean were resting."

Looking down at the side of her, she saw how the child slept, completely at peace, soft snores escaping his tiny body.

"But still," Elana protested as she frowned at Mando, "I could have helped."

"Don't worry," he said as she climbed down the cart, before she walked around it and gently hoisted Bean up. He whined a bit and pulled his brows together at the shift of his body, but other than that, he remained deep asleep.

"I could have helped you in moving everything," she said again, face burning in embarrassment as she thought about how many crates there were on the cart, how he had done everything on his own.

Mando hummed once more, reaching out to gently brush against Bean's back, his hand pulling away before it could brush against hers. "You can help next time," he said in a soft voice, careful not to wake the child and nudged his head towards the ship, "Let's go?"

Elana nodded, her face feeling warm, "Let's go."

Quickly punching in the codes for the cart plus its droid to return safely to the village, she trailed behind Mando to board the ship, walking up the familiar ramp.

Turning to see the peaceful night of Sorgan for the last time, Elana let out a sigh.

Goodbye, she thought longingly before she turned around and entered the hull of the Crest.

She opened the cubicle, finding the little box Bean had been using to sleep before. Elana took out the soft fur Mando had bought a lifetime ago and shook the slight dust out before putting it back in, gently lowering the sleeping child into it. The little blue plushie found its way into the box as well, alongside with a teal coloured blanket Omera had gifted them.

When she climbed up into the cockpit after making sure Bean would sleep, Elana found Mando sitting in the pilot's seat as he held the little silver knob in his hands, not taking off with the ship yet.

Elana lowered herself into the left seat and smiled softly at him when he turned his head towards her. "No time to waste," she said quietly, gesturing to the controls of the ship.

Mando sighed. "You're right," he replied and started the ship, fingers flipping switches and pressing buttons, Elana taking stock of which ones he was actually using. She would ask him to teach her to fly the ship at some point, she thought absentmindedly. Her pilot's license did not cover ships as old as the Razor Crest nor gunships of any sort, so he would have to show her the differences.

The ship took off, lifting into the air, and after a short adjustment of the course, they turned and ascended into the atmosphere, breaking through the clouds. Taking a last look at the two moons orbiting Sorgan, Elana turned her face towards the viewport and watched how the night sky shifted. The stars around them slowly filled in the sides of the transparisteel as the Crest settled into cold dark space.

"Any preferences?" Mando asked quietly as he started to adjust the coordinates in the navigation system.

"Somewhere warm," she replied, shooting the back of his helmet a little smile, "but not too hot."

Mando hummed and punched in the last coordinates, gloved fingers lingering over the buttons for a second until he pulled them away. "As you wish."

Elana looked down on her hands, rubbing at her palm to distract from the warm feeling in her chest.

The bounty hunter maneuvered the Crest for a last time, and the stars streaked past them, the hyperspace tunnel opening up, finally leaving the planet they had resided on for weeks.

Elana would miss the village terribly, would miss the friendly faces, the peaceful days, the warmth that encased the little bubble of normal life in the middle of nowhere. She already yearned for it with all her being.

But there was that tiny little part in her that was glad that Mando was still there. If he had left Sorgan without them, like he had originally planned…

It was just something about him. Elana did not know what it was that intrigued her, but he was a good person. Even if he made wrong choices sometimes. And he made up for them, again and again.

Maybe they would return to Sorgan one day, Elana thought, eyes slightly blurring as she thought about the little sanctuary. Maybe they could stay longer then.

And maybe… Mando would stay as well.

……………

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I Remember All of Them (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1.4K

Warnings: Sass, language, my limited knowledge of motorcycles.

Summary: After Hawkeye’s retirement, you are assigned to the Avengers as the new sharpshooter. You form a special friendship with Bucky but when friends turn to lovers Bucky suddenly turns cold. Were you just another conquest of Bucky Barnes’ or was something deeper at play?

Part 3: Nearly two months into being an Avenger, you’re ready for some time off with friends.

I Remember All of Them Masterlist

Seven weeks on the team had been crowded with missions and training. You had formed an easy bond with all of your teammates and were especially close to Bucky. You teased each other mercilessly, helped each other out, and seemed to anticipate each other’s moves both on and off the battlefield.

Today, you were excited. Your friend Alex was delivering a motorcycle to you. It was a fixer-upper that Alex got for a great deal. You were the first call about it. Now that you were at the compound, you had the room for a motorcycle and could work on the project during downtime. If that ever happened.

You are waiting in the garage for Alex when you hear the elevator and Bucky and Steve walk out. “Hey guys.”

“Hey. Working on your car?” Steve asks.

“No, my friend Alex is delivering a bike to me. It’s a project. You know, for the downtime you keep saying we’re going to have at some point.” You snark.

“Hey, no missions until Tuesday! At least it’s a three day weekend.” Steve says.

“What are you guys up to?” You ask.

“We were going to take our bikes out for a ride.” Bucky says. “You wanna come?”

“Nah, you guys need your male bonding time.” You joke. “Plus, I haven’t seen Alex in a few months.”

“This is your friend that owns the shop?” Bucky asks.

“It’s a family business.” You say. “There she is!”

Alex’s truck pulls into the compound and you are hopping up and down clapping your hands like the dork you are.

“She?” You hear in unison from behind you.

“Yeah.” You smile at the two. “Would you like to meet her? She’s quite lovely.”

“Sure. Any friend of yours.” Steve smiles.

The elevator dings again and Sam enters the garage. “Hey Sam.” You call.

“Hey. Is your friend here yet?” He asks.

“Pulling up now.” You smirk. You had asked Sam to meet Alex. You were playing matchmaker, just a little.

The truck pulls in and Alex jumps out of the driver’s seat. “Hey, Chica!”

“Hey, Cubana!” You call back and run to hug her. “Can I introduce you to my teammates?”

“If you’re referring to the three hotties staring at us, the answer is definitely yes.” Alex grins.

“Alexandra Navarro, I’d like you to meet Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson.” You bite your lip as each guy trips over themselves to shake Alex’s hand. You can’t blame any of them. Alex is an intensely beautiful woman. Her Afro-Cuban heritage shines through her tawny skin, long dark hair, and curvy body. Her wide eyes are a rich dark brown and a broad, button nose flows down to full lips.

“Nice to meet you all.” Alex smiles. “Would you guys be willing to help me get the bike out of the truck?”

“On it.” Steve jumps into the back of the truck and hands the bike down to Bucky as if it weighs nothing.

“Thanks, guys.” You say. “Well, I don’t want to keep you two from your bike ride.” You pat Steve and Bucky.

“We were hoping to hear more about your bike.” Bucky smirks down at you.

“My bike or my friend?” You whisper to him.

“Your bike.” Bucky points to himself. “Your friend.” Bucky points to Steve who seems to be in competition with Sam for Alex’s attention.

You giggle quietly, “Let’s check it out.”

You and Bucky begin to inspect the bike.

"A Harley, huh?" Bucky smiles.

"Yeah. 1971 Electra Glide. She got me an incredible deal on it. Just gotta get it running." You grin.

“I'd love to help you.” Bucky says.

"I'd like that. Thanks. I was ready for a project and I'm excited to take this thing out cruising once it's done."

"Hope you'll let me tag along." Bucky says.

"Of course!" You smile and then look over at Alex with the two. You raise an eyebrow at her and she gives you a signal clearly indicating a call for help. You call out, "Hey Steve! Come look at this."

Steve reluctantly walks away from Alex and joins you and Bucky. "What am I looking at?"

"My face while I tell you to stop cockblocking Sam." You say in a low voice.

"What the hell does that mean?" Steve looks confused.

"It means she wanted to meet the Falcon and I'm trying to pull a little Emma action here. Can you stop messing up our plans?" You give him a look.

"Sorry." He says while rubbing the back of his neck. "She's gorgeous and, ya know…"

"I know. I've got some other gorgeous friends if you want me to set you up though." You grin and nudge him with your shoulder.

"I might take you up on that if they are anywhere near as gorgeous as you and Alex." Steve smiles.

You bark a short laugh, "I'm nowhere near as pretty as Alex."

"That's true." Bucky says and your heart hurts at his ready agreement. "You far surpass her, Doll."

"Awwww, you know just how to make a lady's heart go pitter-patter, Tiger." You say jokingly to guard your own feelings towards the supersoldier. You and Bucky had become great friends, but you were careful not to let yourself fall for him. It was hard not to. He was everything you wanted, but you were just one of the team, a good friend. You completely miss the crestfallen look on Bucky's face that you'd blown off his compliment so easily.

You pull out your toolbox from the back of the Impala and start checking different things on the bike.

"Getting started already?" Alex laughs as she and Sam walk over.

"No time like the present, right?" You say.

"I thought you were going to give me a tour of the compound?" Alex raises an eyebrow.

"Ohh, right. Um, Sam, can you start the tour and I'll find you guys in a few minutes? Just want to check a couple of things on the bike first."

"Love to. My lady." Sam grins, holding an arm out to Alex.

Once the two are out of sight, you turn back to Steve and Bucky with a grin. "I think I planned that perfectly."

"It's only a few minutes." Steve says.

"But there's so much to look at with this bike. I'm sure a few minutes could easily turn into an hour." You laugh.

"I guess we'll head out for our ride." Steve looks at Bucky.

"Uh, yeah, okay. If you need us to pick up anything while we're out, text me." Bucky says.

"Thanks. I'll let you know. Have fun!" You smile and watch as the two leave. Bucky looks incredibly hot with a bike between his legs. You shake the thought away and turn back to your own bike.

A few hours later, Steve and Bucky return to find you, Alex, Sam, Wanda, Nat, and Vision sitting around the common room talking and laughing. Bucky makes his way over and sits next to you. He stretches out and puts his arm along the back of the couch. Nat raises an eyebrow at you and you roll your eyes at her.

"Hey, Doll." Bucky smiles at you.

"Hey, Tiger. How was the ride?" You ask.

"It was great. Steve and I hadn't been out for a while. It felt good." Bucky says.

"That's great."

"How's the bike?" He asks

"It's great. I don't think it'll take too much to get it running." You smile.

Bucky looks at you for a moment. His eyes flickering over your face.

"What is it?" You ask.

"I was serious earlier." Bucky says.

"About what?"

"How beautiful you are."

"Thanks, Buck." You lean into him and throw an arm around his waist to give him a squeeze. He puts his arm around you and squeezes, too. You both stay comfortably like that during the rest of the conversation with your friends.

"So, what club are we going to tonight?" Nat asks.

"We're going clubbing?" You ask excitedly.

"Yeah. The whole team." Nat smirks at the guys.

"Alex, you'll come too right?" You ask.

"I don't have a dress here or anything." Alex says.

"You can borrow one. You have to head back to the city anyway. May as well join us for some fun. We can go to Carlos' club!" You exclaim.

"What's the scene?" Wanda asks.

"Salsa. It's amazing." You clap your hands.

"Let's get ready!" Wanda bounces off the couch.

"Come on, Alex. We'll find something for you to wear between our three closets." Nat encourages.

"Okay. I know when I'm beat." Alex laughs as she joins the three of you.

"Departure in 90 minutes. And everyone is going, Steve." Nat dictates.

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