#the moment that really hit me was Tris complaining her glasses don't fit right over a cloth mask

[diarythebookwyrm]

So, uh...I've recently been reading the Emelan books by Tamora Pierce and Briar's Book hits a lot different in a post-Covid world, don't it?

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 99) "Shows in Different Country Codes"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3 @crystalbaby12 @mgkobsessed @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover

Waiting for the Xanax to kick in that Luna had given him in their uber, Colson's leaned back into his seat. A thousand thoughts swirling through his head as he stares out the airplane's window.

"FUCK... I hate leaving them...." He sighs at the thought of Casie and Luna. "I wonder if she got in touch with that planner Emma gave her..." His mind drifting to their weddings. Being more nervous for EstFest, there's a lot to do just festival wise. "I'm glad no one gave me shit about adding the extra day..." He thinks of the vendors. Sighing again, his mind wanders to a place it tries to never go. "Maybe I should call my dad.... He should probably meet Luna...." His heart worries as the Xanax helps his eyes close.

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Luna lands in Mexico City around 5A. She wanders around the gift shop for a moment, buying a new shirt before making her way outside. It's pouring, so she pulls her Yankees hat on backwards before she hops into a taxi.

Once checked in at The Four Seasons, Luna doesn't know what to do with herself. Ashley's sharing a room with Dom, leaving Luna alone. Lighting a joint, she tries on the shirt she bought. Heading into the bathroom, she stands on top of the toilet to Snap Colson.

Finally crawling into bed, Luna flicks on the TV as she lights another joint. Drifting off to the sounds of Parks and Rec once she's put it out.

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The Bus is parked in the back of the venue, Colson's playing The Knitting Factory tonight. In the back of a cab, he catches the Snap from Luna. Laughing out loud at her once he opens it.

"She's so fucking adorable..." His heart aches for her as he pays for and climbs out of his ride.

Opening the door to their bedroom on The Bus, Colson isn't shocked to find Baze and Sam. He's definitely not pleased though.

"Yo. Wake the fuck up and get outta my bed." He states, kicking the bottom of Baze's foot.

Both of them wake with a bit of a startle. Looking at each other, slightly embarrassed. They like to think they're on The Low but everyone knows about them. Silly Wabbits.

"FUCK man... I didn't think you'd be back till later..." Baze says groggily as he collects himself.

"Clearly, Truck." Colson rolls his eyes with a chuckle as he turns around so they can dress.

Not one to cock block but desperately wanting to lay down, he really doesn't care. He knows Luna will though. As they begin to leave his room, Colson calls out a Yo. They both turn but he talks directly to Sam.

"You know she's a cunt.... I'd get these sheets washed before she gets back." He says with a light warning.

Tired, Sam stares at Colson. She hates that he knows Luna well enough to be right.

"I got it." She responds, uncharacteristically trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.

With his door shut, Colson Snaps Luna back before throwing himself down. Hoping to find her smell, he can only find other people in their bed. Pissed, he rips the blankets, sheets and pillow cases off, throwing them out the door.

Grabbing her pillow and tucking his nose inside his hoodie, he catches her faint scent. Images of Luna dancing in his head as he falls asleep.

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Luna wakes up to a hard banging on her door. It's just after 2P. Touching the empty side of her bed, Luna wishes Colson was with her.

Hating The World, she let's them bang. Finding her phone, there's a Snap from Colson.

"He's such a dirty Motherfucker..." Luna thinks with a grin.

The door still pounding.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I'M COMING!" She shouts as she climbs out of bed.

Winging the door open, it's Ashley and Dom. Impatient fucking Assholes.

"WHY!?!" Luna demands. "Why the FUCK do you need to bang like that?" Luna complains as she let's them in.

"To wake your bitch ass up." Ashley snarks, pushing her way into the room.

"Mornen' Loons." Dom greets her to her silent nod.

"You really are a DICKFUCK sometimes...." Luna says with annoyance.

"Whatever...." Ashley brushes her off. "Got any bud?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah.... But it was shoved up my asshole, so do you really wanna smoke it?" Luna deadpans.

"Shut the fuck up." Ashley laughs as she turns to Dom. "She didn't shove it up her ass." She reassures him.

"Oi... Bum smoke is no problem fo me!" Dom responds, making both Girls laugh.

Dom knowing Them well enough to truly understand the nature of their friendship. Rolling one up as Ashley and Luna climb onto the bed together. Luna's ring catching Ashley's eye for the first time.

"HOLY FUCK! WHAT IS THIS!!!" She exclaims as she grabs for Luna's hand.

Admiring the large, sparkling stone, she moves Luna's hand all around as it catches the light. Shining brighter with every different angle. It's definitely NOT a guitar string.

"He picked this out on his own?" She asks in amazement.

"I think Rook might've helped him a little, but yeah... I had nothing to do with it." Luna answers.

"Good job, Kells." Ashley compliments his choice.

Luna, Ashley and Dom burn and chat. Talking about Colson, the ring, what they've both been up to and the upcoming weddings. It feels like forever since The Girls last saw each other. In reality, it's only been three days since the show at The Roxy.

"Alright... We gotta motor. Go shower, we have rehearsal in less then 2hrs. Come meet us in room 202 when you're ready." Ashley directs Luna.

"Alright......" Luna yawns loudly.

She heads into the bathroom as Ashley and Dom close her door behind them. Lighting another joint, she rails three 30s as she gets ready for the shower. Forgetting to Snap Colson back due to her unexpected visitors.

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"Cool..." Colson thinks when he finally opens his door. His angry linen fit is gone from the floor. "Thanks Sam...." His brain grateful even if his actions are sometimes dickish.

Walking to the front of The Bus, everyone's lounging, burning and waiting for him. Plopping down next to AJ, he asks Rook to throw him a bag of chips. Colson nonchalantly munches on them as they all talk about tonight's show. Working on the setlist, he hates when he has to cut Bad Things as he finishes his snack.

"Dawg... Raise that shit to your face!!" Slim hollers at the picture on the bag.

Looking at it, Colson asks "What like this?" Lifting it up just under his nose.

The entire Bus erupts into laughter. It fits so perfectly. Colson tosses his phone to Slim.

"Here, take a picture.... We'll see if this is wedding acceptable." He laughs.

Tossing it back after he takes one, Slim laughs out a Definitely Not as Colson shoots Luna a Snap asking the same question. Colson shrugs with amusement... You never know with Loons.

"We ready to fuck this day up?" He asks as he begins to lead the rest of them off of The Bus.

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Throwing on jeans, with a band T and flannel, Luna has her hair up. Red bandana securing it. Only having one pair of contacts left, she chooses to wear her glasses. The sun being her eyeballs mortal enemy today.

In the front seat of an uber with Ashley and Dom, her phone goes off. It's another Snap from Colson.

What the SHIT!!" Luna can't contain her thoughts or laughter. "Look at this crazy Asshole!!" She laughs.

Screenshotting the Snap before passing it to the backseat. Both of them erupt into laughter also.

"Oi. E wears it so well!!" Dom laughs.

"No... No, he doesn't. He looks like a fucking pornstar." Luna laughs as she takes back her phone.

"Pornstache!!" Ashley laughs out loudly to Luna's hysterical agreement.

Catching the older driver's amused eyes, Luna shows him. Bursting out laughing, he agrees... Yes, I'm sorry but Your Boyfriend Looks Like a PornStar. Tickling Luna's funny bone to the core.

"FUCKING JOHNNY WADS!!!!" She shouts, turning in her seat to look at Ashley before she Snaps Colson back.

She's referring to one of the pioneering PornStars of the 70s. John Holmes. Huge cock. 15 inches... If not more. A wild and extremely violent true story. The two of them watching the movie dozens of times as teenagers. Amongst many others.

Even with with one's own solid influences, false advertisements are still intriguing. Filling their young, rebellious souls. Recommending the fucked up movie to anyone who loves drugs, violence, Val Kilmer and unhappy endings.

"Oooh.. Christ!!! You better hope not, Phoebe!!" Ashley laughs.

"Fuck you... I'd be a Smelly Cat BEFORE a fucking SHARON!!!" Luna flicks her off with a laugh and a grin.

Dom chiming in to sing Smelly Cat as they step out of their cab and head into the venue to rehearse for the Awards Show. The Girls singing along with him.

"Wait... What are we doing and why are we in Mexico again?" Luna asks, slightly confused.

"It's the MTV Latin Millennial Awards." Ashley answers as if Luna's supposed to just get it.

"Annnnnd....?" She leads.

"And I'm nominated and performing. They requested Without Me and Nightmare so you HAVE to be here." She teases Luna while draping her arms around her shoulders from behind.

"But we're not Latina....?" Luna's still confused.l

"Dude... I don't know. I just played the Brazil one a few weeks ago. Without Me is a nominee for Global Hit... Maybe that's why." Ashley shrugs. "We've got more important things to worry about. I want us do some choreography with four dancers."

"You fucking what?" Luna asks in bewilderment.

Ashley has her at an Award Show in Mexico and now she wants her to dance like some fucking pop star. She's gotta be out of her God Damn mind.

"Yeah!!! It'll be fun!! Come meet the girls." Ashley says with a grin as she pulls Luna along.

"Fuck my stupid fucking life...." Is all Luna can think.

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Colson is rehearsing with The Boys. Deciding to take a Burn&Board Break, they head out back. Reaching into his pocket, he finds a Snap from Luna.

Laughing at her smart ass response and missing her voice, he calls her. It rings straight through. Colson can't resist leaving her a voicemail.

🎶Off that fat ass//Imma do a line or two//Before we//Have our own private shoot//Where I//PornStar Fuck//The shit outta you//Be ready//When you come back//Boo//Cuz it's//Only Bad Things//That we do🎶

Laughing after he finishes, he shouts "LOVE YOU, KITTEN!! CALL ME!" before hanging up.

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Luna's BackStage as Ashley and Dom sit in the audience. She's trying not to freak out over the performance Ashley wants to pull off. Even with Patti making her take ballet and gymnastics, Luna is not a dancer. She's a musician, a songwriter, a photographer, a painter, a sculptor. An artist. You could even call her an activist, a feminist, a bitch and an outlaw. What you can not call her is a professional dancer.

"This is gonna be a fucking shit show...." She worries as she hears Ashley's name called. "OH FUCK!! SHE WON!!!" Luna's brain bursts. Any other thoughts disappearing with the excitement for her bestfriend.

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Catching up in the dressing room they're sharing, Luna congratulates Ashley with a tight hug. Popping into the bathroom while Ashley puts on her first outfit, Luna shoots Colson a Snap. Not paying attention to her voicemail as she comes out of the bathroom. She always has an unchecked voicemail.

"Change. We're on next." Ashley instructs her, pointing to the latex and chain garments sitting on a chair.

Wiggling into the tight pieces, Luna checks herself out in the stand up mirror. Her outfit consisting of a latex crop top, VERY small booty shorts with metal chains dangling securely around the hips, fishnets and a pair of Docs. Ashley has the exact same thing on under what looks like a 1980's prom dress.

"You know I'm keeping these right?" Luna asks as she slides her hand up her smooth ass.

"Yeah, I figured..." Ashley laughs as a tiara is placed on top of her head.

"See you out there, Miss 2019." Luna smiles, referring to the sash Ashley's wearing as she makes her way out the door.

Luna double checking herself before following behind. Thinking about Snapping Colson again, she decides to wait. He loves the feel of latex and she'd rather show him in person.

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Colson's phone goes off just as he's about to silence it. It's Luna.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous...." He thinks staring at her picture. Wanting to put his hands on every inch of the bare skin she's showing. More so on the parts she's not.

"Yo!!! You gotta go!!" Ashleigh hollers at him.

Walking quickly down the hall, Colson Snaps Luna back before heading OnStage. Grabbing his guitar, he shouts to the crowd WHAT UP EST FAM!!!! making the factory explode in excitement.

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Ashley presents Without Me almost as a performance piece. Standing alone OnStage in her pretty dress, sash and tiara initially until black, shadowy figures begin to push and pull at her. By the end of the song, they've ripped the gown off of her. Leaving her on the floor.

The lights go down as the opening chords to Nightmare come on. Ashley running to the MainStage to meet Luna. It's a long runway with a large circular stage at the bottom.

Luna and Ashley bounce in between the four similarly dressed dancers. Ashley kicking her leg out high as she begins.

🎼I!🎶

She shouts the opening chorus as the two of them run, bounce and jump down the straight away towards the camera. Of course it's being televised. Stopping MidStage, the dancers squat down. Surrounding them as Luna hits her mark.

🎶I'm out for blood//And it won't be sweet🎶

She sings, dragging her hands around her body as the dancers and Ashley tilt their heads back and forth to the beat. On que the six of them stalk to the center of the stage, Ashley and Luna in the middle. Back to back the dancers pull at them as Luna bellows.

🎶Society has us//Pinching our skin//With our own fingers//Wishing we could//Cut our parts off//With some scissors🎶

None of their performances together are the same but they do carry similar tones. Luna and Ashley still mocking each other about Giving Each Other A Smile. Instead of jumping wildly, they move in sync with the dancers to their sides. Fire exploding as they drop out and let the audience shout that WE DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING!

The six of them sit down on the ground, sat behind the other like a human train. Leaning forwards and backwards as Ashley sings how she's No Sweet Dream But A HELL Of Night. Standing up and collectively circling around Luna and Ashley, the dancers move behind them as Luna comes in again.

🎶No, I won't smile//But I'll show you my teeth//And I might let you breathe//If you just let Us be//We've been polite//But we're done with this trend//Of men thinking//They can tell Us//What we can do in our beds🎶

Rolling their hips and hitting different moves together on certain lyrics, the choreography isn't nearly as awful as Luna had anticipated. Fire bursting around them as they squat and move easily with the dancers. The performance rolling smoothly.

"Thank you, Mexico City!! Thank you for having us. Thank you for the honor of my award..." Ashley shouts to the crowd as the song begins to come to it's end.

Luna comes up to Ashley, putting her arm around her. Looking at each other, Luna turns back to the room.

"Yes!! Thank you!! This woman here is AMAZING!! Can you do one thing for her? On this last verse can you go WILD!?!" Luna asks to their roars. "THEN, HERE WE GO!!!!"

Ashley and Luna sing together strong and fierce. Fire and lights exploding around them. Fuck the choreography, they're fully enjoying losing their minds OnStage together. To their credit, the dancers are completely professional and stay on point. Somehow managing to avoid crashing into the Maniacal Girls

🎶I!//KEEP A RECORD//OF THEIR WRECKAGE//AND THEIR LIES//WE'RE STARTEN' TO WEAPONIZE//OUR POWERFUL MINDS//THEY TALK SHIT//BUT//WE WON'T TAKE IT//THIS TIME//AND//THEY'LL FINALLY REALIZE🎶

Coming together again, arms linked around each other and the dancers waists, The Girls yell in unison with a wave.

"THAT WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM BUT WE'RE A HELL OF A NIGHT!!! THANK YOU AGAIN, MEXICO CIIIIITYYYY!!!"

The two bestfriends laughing and holding hands as they walk OffStage. Thanking and complimenting the dancers along their way.

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"THROW THOSE HORNS UP AND SIIINGIIING!" Colson shouts as he grips the mic, guitar hanging from his body.

🎶Woah, Woah//She said//You need to let me go//Woah, woah//She said I'd die for you//You're like my drug//But I can't get high off you//You're not mine anymore🎶

His Est Family erupting with him as they sing along word for word Let You Go with him. There is NOTHING like thousands of people singing your words along with you.

The Band runs through El Diablo and Rap Devil. Colson climbing onto the top of Rook's kit hitting a guitar solo during Alpha Omega. Bad Motherfucker follows with them finally ending on 27.

It's a great show. The Boys are raw and fearless. Colson jumping and climbing on everything he can find. Shouting THANK YOU, IDAHO! as they exit the stage.

Without Luna there Colson feels a bit lost. Heading straight BackStage, avoiding his dressing room. Grabbing a beer, he slams a shot with The Crew. Random Girls floating in around them. Falling all over themselves to get to Rook, Slim, AJ, Baze and Colson.

Sam is sitting on a couch between Colson and Baze talking about tonight's show, if anyone's heard from Luna and other random stuff. It's when two girls slither over, each perching themselves on the arm rest next to one of the boys. Touching them to get their attention.

Sam looks left. Then Sam looks right. Reaching in her back pocket, she pulls out her blade. Popping it, she looks back and forth between the two females again.

"I'd get the fuck up if you cunts like your tits." She states with a snarl.

The two quickly moving away as Colson laughs. Sam and Luna truly are two peas in a pod. Looking over he catches Baze kiss Sam's cheek. It makes him miss his LunaTic even more.

"Knock it off." He tells them. "If I'm not getting any, neither are you motherfuckers. Now, let's get FUCKED UP!!" Colson declares as he grabs a bottle of Jack.

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Luna's doing the same. Only in Mexico with Corona and Mezcal. Sitting at an After Party with Ashley, Dom, the boys from BTS and a few other artist, they bullshit and talk about the night. Everyone stopping to congratulate Ashley on her win and compliment both Girls on their performances.

"You won't eat the worm..." Ashley dares Luna as she swigs the bottle with the little guy floating inside.

"Nothing happens if you do...." Luna blows her off.

"Yes hunh.... You start trippen'. Isn't that right, Luis?" She asks as she turns to one of the other artist.

"For dayyys, Mami..." He drawls.

Rolling her eyes, Luna takes the last of the fifth to the head. The other's watching with wide eyes as the worm slides down her throat with it.

"We'll see... But I call bullshit." Luna states.

"Aye..." Luis nudges Ashley. "She's no gallina." He says impressed to her nod.

"Nah, mucho perra." Luna counters to his surprise.

"Aye...." He grins with his own nod, amused by the tiny white girl.

The music is loud as smoke and Mezcal continue to flow. Everyone is drunk. Ashley tries to follow with Dom as Luis teaches Luna to salsa. Politely declining his advances as his hand slips from the small of her back down to her ass.

"I'll be back...." She calls over her shoulder as she goes to check her phone.

There's a Snap from Colson hours ago.

Both sets of Luna's cheeks instantly flush when she reads his words. Missing him, she calls instantly.

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"Hi, Bunny...." Her voice is low and warm when he answers.

"Oooh, Kitten. I miss you." He sighs.

"Me too... I miss your face. And your eyeballs. And your hands on my body. The way they run threw my hair when I suck your cock..."

Colson's dick had perked up at the sound of her voice but her words have him full on hard now. Wanting to fuck her, touch her.... Shit, just seeing her right now would probably make him cum.

"Where are you?" He demands

"I don't know.... Somewhere in Mexico?" She answers.

"Find somewhere alone and FaceTime me right back." He tells her firmly.

"Okay." She simply says as she hangs up.

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Luna heads towards the stairwell. Popping in her air pods, she FaceTime's Colson right back.

Colson had made his way into a bathroom while they were off the phone. Answering, he can't help but break out into a smile.

"Hey, Gorgeous... You alone?" He asks after greeting her.

"Mhmm... Just me and your pussy." She coos. "She's lonely without you...."

"Show her to me." Colson taunts as he adjusts his phone on the bathroom sink and unbuckles his pants. Both of them are drunk and horny.

Luna props her phone against the wall across from her. Standing up, she slips off the black jean shorts she has on. Sitting on them, she drops her left leg on the step below and lifts her right to the one above. Spreading her legs for Colson. Only a screen and Luna's black panties separating them.

"I want you to touch her." He requests as he starts to pull on his hard cock.

Luna can see him playing with himself through the phone. Obliging him, she pulls the cotton to the side. Exposing her bare lips. Opening them for him to see her pink insides. Colson tugs harder on himself as Luna slips her fingers inside her sopping cunt. Letting out a low moan as she arches her back.

"That's right, Kitty... Play with my pussy. Rub that clit with your thumb the way I know you like." He directs her.

Following directions, Luna uses her free hand to yank the Japanese Star Wars shirt she has on up. Exposing her full breasts. With her fingers still inside of herself, she grips one tit. Playing with it's piercing between her thumb and index finger. The sight of his ring on her hand makes Colson rage even more.

"Does that feel good?" He pants as he watches her, feeling close to exploding.

"Unh hunh.... She moans with closed eyes as she bucks against her own hand. "Be better if my mouth had your cock in it." She lets out with another moan, she's close too.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't fucking walk by time I'm done with you." Colson threatens to Luna's delight as he grips the sink.

With Colson's deep voice wrapping around her brain and the memory of his touch hitting all her senses Luna cries out for him as they masturbate for each other.

"AHHHH FUCK! DO IT, LOONS!!" He shouts as his dick shoots his seed everywhere, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

Luna's spread eagle as she finger fucks herself on the steps. Bucking wildly as her hands please her body. Cumming all over herself as Colson watches in pleasure.

Out of breath, Luna opens her eyes. "Fuck, C....." Is all she can get out as her knees fall together.

"Lemme see her one more time.... Bring her close." He instructs.

Opening her legs back up, Luna pulls her phone up to her box. She can hear Colson telling her pussy that She's A DIRTY Girl. Looking down when she hears him making kissing noises, all she can see is his lips. He's kissing his phone screen.

"Are you trying to kiss my fucking vagina?" Luna asks with a drunken laugh.

"Damn right I am." He grins.

"I fucking love you." She laughs again as she shakes her head.

"Not as much as I love you. Now put your fucking pants back on before I have to kill someone." He smirks.

Doing as she's told, Luna slips her shorts back on over her soaked panties. Staring at each other, both of their heads are dancing in ecstasy.

Luna and Colson sit on the phone for another 45mins just talking. About anything and everything as usual. Luna telling him about the choreographed performance. Colson chuckling, saying He'll Be Finding It On YouTube to Luna's Fuck. Agreeing to meet in Seattle tomorrow, they exchange sweet Love and I Miss Yous before hanging up.

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"Jesus fucking Christ, that girl can make me cum from ANYWHERE!" Colson thinks as he walks out of the bathroom contently.

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"Holy cock on a cracker...." Luna sighs to herself. "That fucking voice gets me every time...." She thinks as her heart throbs for her Lover.

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Still on the same continent, they both head back to their respected parties separately. Colson eventually moving his party to The Bus. Luna moving her's back to The Four Seasons.

He'll ride through the night while she'll fly out tomorrow. Bringing Dom and Ashley with her.

Even apart, they're still on each other's minds. Even with shows in different country codes, they still mange to fuck only each other.

Truly showcasing A Day In The Life of a LunaTic and Her Gunn.

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To be continued.....

[silver-maxwell]

I dunno if you're still doing writing requests or not but...We've all seen the Starrison fics where George has gotten jealous and protective of poor Ringo, but may I present to you the idea of Ringo getting jealous and protective of Georgie...Just a little thought, you don't have to write it if you don't want to though

(Alternative title is Ringo gets in a fight for George)

Ringo’s cheeks ache from smiling.He tries not to show how tired he feels when Brian introduces them to what could have been the thirtieth person that night.“It’s good to know other people in the business” Brian explained after John had complained about having to go straight to a ‘party’ after a press conference (which were draining in their own right).  “You never know what kind of connections you’ll need in the future”.

Ringo doesn’t know who exactly is hosting the party; it’s a gathering really, there are elegantly decorated tables and fancy food, a place you couldn’t really let loose and enjoy.

The most interesting aspect of this party was the guest list. People ranging from actors to singers and bands. All either rising to popularity or already in the throes of fame.

(frankly, Ringo and the others aren’t star-struck; a majority are actors and they don’t really have the time to watch the telly as much as their touring and schedules don’t really allow them to).

Ringo entertains the idea that all their agents and managers had set everything up; similar to the way parents would set up playdates with their friend’s children in an attempt for both sets of kids to interact and befriend each other.

Well into the night they had all split up.

The Lennon-McCartney duo had gone off to cause mischief, maybe even try to catch a bird. George and Ringo had found a table a bit more secluded in the back, up against the corner of the wall and away from the crowds.

If Ringo were to crane his neck to the right he would see Eppy, probably bragging about his boys to the other managers (he doesn’t remember who they all are exactly, he can only vaguely remember being told one was managing for some faux band in some tv show in the states).Maybe Ringo and George were sitting together a little too closely, but so far no one’s even given them a second glance (Something George had noticed and briefly taken advantage of when he stole a peck from Ringo. “George!” Ringo had hissed, the smile he hid behind a jeweled hand canceled out the tone of his voice.)The party was far from exciting and Ringo is sure that half the people here would agree with him. He listens to the small chamber orchestra hired for the evening, soothing to the ears but not very lively; something George Martin would probably appreciate a lot more.It seems like the night was going to be a long one so when Ringo saw an excuse to move he took it.

Ringo grabbed the empty glasses (reluctantly letting go of a hand under the table) announcing he was getting them more beverages.

George gave him a smile and told him to get whatever Ringowas getting

.Ringo was quite literally brushing shoulders with fame as he squeezes through.

The bartender mixes something quick and complicated. Most of the time Ringo would be more than happy to settle with a rum and coke, but the drink was pleasantly sweet and he couldn’t really complain.

When he leaves he’s dragged into Brian’s group, Eppy clasps his shoulder and shakes him ever so slightly as he goes into detail about all their chart-toppers and accomplishments.

Ringo finally manages to escape and heads back to George.

As he manages to dodge a waiter carrying a platter of appetizers, Ringo can’t help but wish he was at home, with George, doing nothing and anything rather than being at this party.

Speaking of George, Ringo can finally spot him around the bodies of stars-George is still sitting at their table.

A bird is sitting with him.

He can’t remember her name for the life of him. She’s got curly black hair and fair skin, wearing an elegant blue dress and she’s Gorgeous.‘

They’re just talking’ Ringo tries to reason as his grip on the glasses tightens slightly. ‘George can talk to whoever he wants-’

The bird flips her hair over her shoulder as she says something. Ringo can’t make it out and the way George ducks his head shyly to laugh Ringo decides he doesn’t like it.

The bird leans in slightly.

Ringo slows down as he continues to head over. He knows for a fact that once he sits back down the bird won’t leave them be until she either realizes George won’t take her advances or gets bored.

In the meantime, Ringo will have to butt in to guarantee she’ll get the message to leave.

‘He’s huge’ is the very first thing Ringo thinks as he spots a man making his way to the table George is at, pushing stars and managers alike out of his way. He’s tall, he’s fit and he’s livid.

‘Her boyfriend’ is Ringo’s next thought. By the way he’s glaring at George, Ringo knows it won’t end well. Ringo breaks into a jog and the guy’s getting dangerously close every passing second.

“George!” he screams out.

he’s still too far away.

Both George and the bird turn with surprised looks on their faces, probably having heard the panic in Ringo’s tone.The bird spots her boyfriend first.

“Micheal!”

Micheal grabs George by the clothing of his shoulders and hauls him up. The chair makes an audible smack on the tile floor. Micheal’s got a tight grip on George’s collar, who looks taken aback from being grabbed at. 

Micheal is screaming something but Ringo doesn’t make anything out as he’s too busy trying to think of what to do-

When it looks like Micheal is rearing up a punch Ringo thinks ‘to hell with it’ and tosses their drinks right into Micheal’s face.

“Hey!” is the only thing that comes to mind.

Ringo doesn’t even back down by the intense glare shot his way. Micheal lets go of George as his attention turns to the shorter. George falls against the table and flinches as he hits the edge.Micheal launches himself at Ringo. Ringo lands a punch only after Micheal gets three on him. He only manages to hit his opponent who is twice his size just as Mal grabs him by the arms and hauls him back with a few others.

Ringo’s extremely dazed. His eyes are pricking with tears from a solid hit to the nose but he manages to open his eyes for a brief moment and in time to see George heading towards him with worry etched on his face.

Two sets of hands grab him and lead him to who knows where.“I was wary about inviting Micheal Abbner-” he hears Eppy mutter underneath his breath “His temper gets explosive when he drinks-”

Ringo is placed into a chair and a cloth is brought up to his face (he finally realizes his nose is bleeding, this night had taken quite a turn) he opens his eyes again to see George, who looks like a cross between worried and angry.

“You alright?” Ringo asks after a moment, he tips his head forward like he was taught to.“I should be the one asking you that,” George says quietly.

“You didn’t have to do that-”

“I wanted to”

“-I can handle myself” George continues

.“I know… I didn’t want you getting hurt” Ringo looks up at George’s towering figure.

“Now you’re hurt”

Ringo shrugs and smiles through the pain “Just me returning the favor from you getting punched by that Pete best fan”George scoffs but he reaches out to take Ringo’s head between his hands, lifting it up to place a kiss on his lips (and a smaller one on his nose).

“Let’s hope it isn’t broken” They both turn around to the source of the voice. Right, Eppy was still here.They didn’t miss the rather fond look on his face.The door is thrown open (Ringo finally notices they’re in some back room) to reveal John and Paul.

Paul looks mildly worried while John sports a wide grin.

“You got into a fight?” John asks.Ringo nods and he checks the cloth in his hand to see if his nose had finally stopped bleeding “that tosser got a few good ones on me”

“With a nose like that, it’s like a target”.

“Well, we’ll be leaving soon, Mal’s bringing the car upfront” Eppy brings up as he makes his way to the door. “We better leave before we cause another scene” Eppy’s voice trails off as he walks out “You’re all lucky the press isn’t here!”John and Paul are quick to follow.

 George helps Ringo stand and just before they return to the public eye, George plants a kiss on Ringo’s bruising face.

Ringo smiles despite the ache in his cheeks.

[huntertales]

Part One: Weekend at Bobby’s. (Episode Mashup 6.13/6.14)

Episode Summary: When the reader falls sick with the flu, Bobby offers to look after her until she recovers, leaving the Winchester brothers to work a case together without her in five years. While she recuperates, the reader spends some quality time with Bobby as the boys find themselves having to face a problem from their past. Sam starts to remember his time being soulless during a case and a familiar face unexpectedly comes back in Dean’s life. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3,431.

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“For the last time, I feel perfectly fin—“ You tried to finish your excuse that you felt fine. You were perfectly healthy enough to walk out Bobby's front door and start looking for another case to keep you and the boys busy. What you had was just a sniffle, the common cold that would pass in a week or so. Before you could try and get the lie straight out, forcing each word as it made you psychically flinch from discomfort from the sore throat you had since last night. You knew you were slowly losing your act when the next thing that came out of your mouth was a coughing fit that felt worse than it sounded to the Winchester brothers. What you had was one of those rough, raspy sounding coughs that made the throbbing pain in your throat grow even more unbearable. A glass of water from the tap provided by a very concerned Sean rescued you from nearly hacking up a lung. You managed to compose yourself long enough to prove to the boys that what just happened was a simple tickle in your throat. "Like I said," You tried once again to speak your excuse, physically flinching in pain when you attempted to swallow down another sip of the cold drink. "I'm perfectly—"

Before you could finish that little white lie, you were cut off again by another symptom of yours that couldn't be hidden. You outstretched your free arm and shoved your face into the crook of your elbow when you felt a sneeze come out of nowhere. You quietly groaned when you felt the pressure in your head grow worse for a moment at the sneeze. Dean didn’t miss a beat when he handed you a tissue from the box you bought in town yesterday when you were becoming tired of the endless search to find something to wipe your nose with. You mumbled a thank you as you wiped your runny nose and sniffled a few times.

An idiot could tell just by the way you were looked that you must have contracted something nasty, like the flu. Your body ached, your head felt like it was about five seconds away from exploding from the front pressure against your eyes. A simple touch would feel that your skin felt like it was on fire. But you were complaining that you were freezing cold in your most heaviest sweater you could find. You hadn't said anything, hoping that it really was just some cold you could deal with while you and the boys headed back on the road.

Sam had gotten a text just an hour ago with some strange coordinates that lead to some town in Rhode Island. It took a quick search to see that three women had disappeared into thin air. You and the boys thought that it was a hunter in need of some help. Any if this was something big, it meant all hands were needed on deck. You couldn’t afford a sick day, you had too much to deal with right now. From this new hunt that fell in your lap to the Mother of All business that seemed to have come out of nowhere. Whatever this was, you could handle it while you recuperated in a motel room while handling research and the boys did the groundwork.

As you pushed yourself up to your feet, you suddenly regretting going so fast. Your vision turned a bit blurry as the entire room around you seemed to float underneath your feet and the contents around it spinned. Sam grabbed the drink from your hand before it could fall as Dean steadied you back down to the couch. He flinched slightly when he touched your skin.

“God, Y/N,” Dean noticed from your touch alone that something was wrong. He ignored your protests that you were capable of standing on your own feet without his help. You contradicted yourself when you looked almost relieved to be off your feet after attempting to stand. You shut your eyes for a moment to catch your breath as Dean sat beside you. You felt his palm rest against your forehead to feel your temperature. "You're burning up."

"No, I’m not. I'm freezing." You complained as you wrapped your arms over your body. You crawled over to the right side of the couch as you got yourself comfortable. You opened your eyes to see two pairs of concerned ones staring in your direction. Sniffling once again, you managed to get out that lie without an interruption. "Guys, seriously. I'm fine."

"Really? 'Cause right now your skin feels like I could crack an egg on it and make us some breakfast." Dean said. You rolled your eyes as at his remark. He fell silent for a moment when he began to think to himself. There was a possible case from a mystery caller, you were sick like a dog. Dean looked over to his little brother. "You know, man, maybe we should just leave this one. Lay low for a little while until Y/N feels better."

"Guys. Seriously. I'm fine—"

“Stop. Will you? You look terrible. No offense.” Sam cut you off from hearing the excuse you had been saying over and over again. You sniffled as you wiped your nose when you felt it starting to run again. You mumbled a sarcastic thank you to the man. “Y/N can come with. She can sit this one out. It wouldn’t hurt to see what this is all about.”

“You got mysterious coordinates from a mysterious Mr. X, leading us to a mysterious town? That doesn’t throw up red flags to you?” Dean questioned his little brother’s judgement. Truth be told, he wanted his brother on lockdown. Sam admitted just a few short days ago that he was told the truth by Cas. He knew that he couldn’t keep the man from hunting for long. And while he would have been fine with another hunt, Dean found himself skeptical when one of them fell into their lap by a stranger he might not have ever met.

“Who knows how many hunters Y/N and I met working with the Campbells.” Sam said. You had looked at the number when Sam got the text earlier today, but it rang no memory of who it might belong to. “Whoever sent this, it doesn’t matter. We can’t ignore a bunch of missing girls.”

"Okay. We'll put Sneezy up in a motel and check it out. But if things get squirrely, we dump out, okay?" Dean warned his brother. Sam put his hands up in agreement, not wanting to start an argument before the three of you could hit the road. “All right. We’ll head out soon as we tell Bobby the plan.”

"Tell me what?"

You and the boys looked over to see that Bobby was standing in the doorway of the library. He must have just returned from his supply run into town and heard the conversation. You coughed once again before you spoke up. “Sam got coordinates to some town in Rhode Island from a mystery number." You explained to the man. "The boys and I are gonna check it out. Apparently three women disappeared out of thin air. You know, the usual."

“I don’t think you’re gonna be much help for anyone looking like Death himself." Bobby said. You rolled your eyes from his remark as you crossed your arms tighter around your body, trying to find warmth as a shiver ran through your body. "It doesn't take an idjit to see that you got the flu, Y/N. There ain't no way you're saving anyone while you’re busy coughing up a lung.”

“She’s not. We’re throwing her in a motel. Sam and I are gonna scope out the place to see if it’s worth sticking around.” Dean informed the older hunter. He pushed himself up to his feet as he began thinking of the last minute packing him and his brother needed to do. “We’ll head out in fifteen minutes. Should give you enough time to get to the Impala.”

"Do you think it's a good idea?"

"What is?"

"Dragging Y/N out like this." Bobby said. He gestured out an arm to you, as if he was trying to subtly hint at an offer he was trying to make. The boys looked at one another, wondering if the older hunter was warning them to dodge this case and used you as an excuse. The three of you never liked hounding Bobby longer than you had to. The man rolled his eyes, deciding to come right out with an offer. "I don't mind looking after her. Until she feels better.”

“What? No, Bobby.” You shook your head at his generous offer that you had to refuse out of sheer guilt from the numerous times you had before. You lost count how many nights you spent here over the years crashing on his couch and drinking his beer. You could easily walk to the Impala and go to sleep in the backseat until you got to a motel. Slowly, you began to push yourself up to a sitting position before working your way up to a standing position, ignoring the dizzy spell that came over you. "You really don't—"

You could protest all you want and try to suggest other options to not intervene on the man, but Bobby wasn't going to hear it. He was mostly going to be sticking around and try to continue on translating more of the book you found while working the dragon hunt. The boys looked a little bit relieved at the idea of you stay here and not being dragged all over the place.

You dropped yourself back down to the couch and shut your eyes, feeling a bit happy yourself at the idea of not having to move a single inch. You slowly began to shut your eyes for just a minute when you were hit with exhaustion. You could hear the boys talking to Bobby, however, the conversation drifted away from you as sleep consumed you.

+ + +

The boys were out on the road about fifteen minutes after you passed out on the couch, curled up in the corner of the couch with no sign of waking up anytime soon. It would be about a full day’s drive until they would hit Rhode Island. It was about a full day's drive from South Dakota to Rhode Island. Sam and Dean got into their respectable spots in the Impala before getting started on their journey. Most of the ride felt normal, small talk here and there, classic rock to ease the silence over the next handful of hours. It was the middle of the night when they were coming closer to the welcoming sign of the town in Rhode Island.

"You know, I just thought of something." Dean broke the silence between him and his brother after two hours. He reached out a hand and lowered the volume to the radio station. "This is the first case we're doing without Y/N in years.”

In the life of hunting, you and the boys spent practically every waking moment with each other, with the occasional nasty fight or death that seperated the three of you for a short while before picking things back up. You and Sam worked together on cases while Dean was playing house, Sam and Dean weren't strangers to hunting together. But that felt like ages ago. For the past five years it's been you and them, saving lives and taking down the bad guy. Now the boys were on their own, no one in the backseat to sass them or help Sam with the research. Sam couldn’t help but think how weird it was going to be as he looked out the window when he saw the sign to the town pass him by.

“Welcome to Bristol Rhode Island: Where Memories Are Made”

Sam thought to himself for a moment about how cheesy the yellow octopus and the overall pirate theme was kind of cheesy. He looked away as he turned his gaze over to his brother. But he found himself suddenly entranced with a sense of haunting deja vu. He was bombarded with different images—the face of Samuel, his grandfather in the driver's seat, you in the back with a sour look on your face. And the sign again. Sam blinked when the feeling came and went, leaving him feeling...haunted, unsure of what just happened to him.

“You okay?” Dean’s voice broke the man from his concentration out the window. Sam turned his head to his brother to see he was staring at him with a concerned look. The younger Winchester nodded his head, mumbling that he was good. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” Sam mumbled. “I’m good.”

+ + +

You woke up a few hours later with the back of your shirt sticking to your skin and a blanket over your body. You began to slowly figure out your surroundings of what happened as you slowly pushed yourself up to a sitting position. Your muscles felt stiff from the way you had accidentally fallen asleep. Someone had graciously covered you with a blanket after you complained enough times that you felt cold. Now you were starting to feel the effects of your fever. You stretched slightly as you let out a yawn. You looked over to the window to see that it was pitch black outside. It was the middle of the afternoon when the boys had left. You must have slept for longer than you anticipated.

You tossed off the blanket from your body and began to slowly gain the energy to push yourself up to your feet. You felt more balanced than you had earlier today,  but you still felt a little dizzy, making you cautious to take your time.. You slowly walked out of the library and began your search for Bobby. You furrowed your brow slightly when you heard voices coming from the kitchen. You listened for a moment to hear a female voice echo from the other room. Did Bobby have company that you didn’t know of come over?

You headed into the room to see that Bobby sitting at the table with his feet kicked up on the table and eating a late dinner while enjoying some TV. You raised your brow when you heard multiple voices from the TV as you spotted a half-full glass of milk. LIstening to what he was intently watching, it was from an old actress that you remembered watching when you were in middle school and early years of high school as well. Only with this new day in age, she had gotten lucky, being given her own reality show to broadcast her life with her husband.

“Wow. I would have never pegged you as a reality show kind of guy.” Your voice broke Bobby’s concentration away from the TV. Your lips stretched into a faint smile when his gaze was drawn up to you. You expected him to flumble to turn the channel or pretend that he wasn’t invested in what he was watching. Instead Bobby shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head. “Are you seriously watching…” You pushed yourself up from the wall you were leaning against and walked over to the table to see for yourself. "’Tori and Dean?’"

“Yeah.” Bobby said. “Never miss an episode.”

“Seriously? Huh. I,” You bit your bottom lip, trying your hardest to contain a laugh from what the man had admitted without shame. “I'm a little surprised."

"What surprises me is that Dean didn't open his big mouth and tell you when he found out after he got hit with that truth spell. I'm a huge fan. The girl's got talent." Bobby said. You eased yourself down to a seat across the table from him. You watched for a minute or so as the episode carried on, shengaings and all for the Spelling family. Bobby set down his plate and pushed himself up to a standing position as he headed for the stove. "Went back into town while you were sleeping. Grabbed you a few things. Cough medicine, some soup. You should eat.”

"Yeah. I can fix it myself—" You made the mistake of offering to fend for yourself as you quickly pushed yourself up to your feet, which turned out to be a mistake. You plopped back down not a second later when you felt gravity work against you. Bobby shook his head at how polite you were acting around him. "You know what? That sounds good. Thanks, Bobby."

It was a few minutes of silence as Bobby worked on heating up some canned soup before delivering up a piping hot bowl and a clean spoon. You gave him a smile of appreciation as you settled the contents down and Bobby sat at his spot at the table.

“How long do you think those idjits will last before they're calling for help?" Bobby wondered. You looked up from your spoon as you tried blowing on the soup so it could cool down.

Your lips stretched into a slight smirk, “I’ll give them a day. Dalf and a half.”  

The both of you fell into silence as you turned your attention to the TV, watching the rest of the episode and enjoying your dinner. You realized that this was the first time Sam and Dean were alone on a case without you. There was one time you had worked one on your own. The boys had gotten the brilliant idea of getting thrown in prison to help an old friend of John's. Only it resulted in you pulling most of the weight and saving the day. It was a lot of fun, but it made you appreciate the boys and their own abilities.

You pulled out your phone and quickly sent a text to Dean, jokingly wishing him and his little brother luck if the case might have been something after all. As you settled down your phone to the table, another thought crossed your mind. This was the first time you and Bobby would be spending time alone. You had known Bobby since you started hunting, which was going on over five years now. He had seen you at your very worst, and at your inbetweens. For some reason, when he offered to help look after you while the boys hunted, it made you feel a bit like a burden.

"If I didn't want you here, I wouldn't have offered." Bobby's voice broke you out of your thoughts. You quickly looked over at the older man, a bit taken back when he spoke of the thing that was bothering you. "I don't mind, Y/N. I've been looking after the boys since John was hunting. Unlike those two, you're not a pain in my ass."

“Thanks, Bobby.” You said, giving the man a genuine smile from everything that he was doing.

"Anytime, kid." Bobby mumbled. He got himself comfortable in his chair as he got ready to finish his drink. You pushed yourself up to your feet and put your dirty dishes in the sink. As you got ready to exit the kitchen and switch out of your slightly damp shirt from sweating, you stopped in your tracks when you heard Bobby's voice call out from behind. "If I were you, I'd take some of that medicine."

You scoffed as you felt yourself smiling in amusement from what he told you to do. You turned around and headed to the counter where you spotted a crinkled up plastic bag. You pulled out the bottle of cough medicine and gave yourself a shot of the nasty stuff that made you wince. The taste bringing you back to your childhood and how you nearly fought your mother to avoid tasting the childhood artificial grape flavor that haunted you to this very day. But this stuff would surly knock you out for the rest of the night.

"Night, Bobby." You called out to the man as you made your way back to the library where Dean had put your duffel bag full of clothes so you could change and sleep. The medicine would be hitting you in the next few minutes, making that ratty old couch feel like a cloud of wonder.

“Night, kid.” Bobby said. You looked over your shoulder as you exited the kitchen, seeing the man was engrossed in his show, making him forget all about you for the rest of the hour.

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