#showing off Corey's true colours

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you're mine

summary: corey’s a little jealous

pairing: corey taylor x female reader/oc

warnings: smut, jealousy, rough sex, oral sex (male receiving), begging, light dom/sub, possessiveness, aftercare (let me know if i missed anything!)

word count: 2459 words

a/n: i finally did it! my soft vanilla ass wrote a rougher smut!

He knew that he was overreacting, but his mind was too clouded over for him to rationalise his thoughts. There was only one thought in his mind and that was the scumbag on the other side of the bar trying to put his arm around his girl.

Corey had never considered himself to be the jealous or possessive type, but something in his brain just clicked. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the guy touching her, but whatever it was, he didn’t like it.

He drained the rest of his drink in one shot before placing it down on the bar and making his way over, dodging anybody who accidentally stepped into his path. He kept his eyes forward as he moved, watching as the asshole put his hand on the small of her back and she cringed, trying to get away from him.

When he finally reached them, he gently touched her on her forearm, trying to catch her attention without frightening her. She looked so relieved when she saw him, her jaw tense with discomfort. He could have been wrong, but her eyes screamed get this creep off of me.

“Hey, I was looking for you,” Corey said loudly, making sure the creep could hear him. “Making friends?” He noticed the guy gave him a dirty look out of the corner of his eye and shot him one back.

“We were in the middle of a conversation,” the guy said, trying to pull her away from Corey.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend before I break them,” he growled, keeping his eyes on him until he cowered away and ran off.

“Baby?” she said, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You’re squeezing my arm a little too hard.”

“Oh shit, sorry,” he said as he let go of her arm, her skin returning to its normal colour. “Wanna get out of here?”

She nodded and rubbed her arm where he’d been holding her. “Yeah, I just want to go home.”

The ride home was awkward. A tense air surrounded them both as they sat in silence, Corey squeezing her knee every now and then as if he was reminding her that he was there. She didn’t think that the confrontation in the bar had gotten to him so much, but the way his jaw was clenched and he wouldn’t look her in the eye told her the opposite.

As soon as they were through the front door, she found herself pushed up against the wall, his hands trailing over her body, groping and squeezing exactly where he knew she liked best while he attached his mouth to the underside of her jaw.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw that asshole hanging off you,” he husked in her ear, his fingers dipping into the top of her dress and pulling it down to expose her breasts. “Show him what he can’t have because you’re all mine.”

She tried to speak but could only whine, wordlessly begging him to keep going. Corey was usually so gentle with her, so caring and loving that when he got into a rougher mood, it both excited her and made her nervous. He wouldn’t dream of hurting her or doing anything she didn’t want, but the uncertainty made her tremble.

“Is this okay?” he asked when he noticed how she reacted. “Tell me if you don’t like it.”

“I’m fine,” she said, letting herself relax against the wall. “Just do what you need.”

He smiled softly and tenderly kissed her forehead before leading her into the living room and guiding her to perch on the arm of the sofa, his hands planted firmly on her hips.

“Look at you,” he breathed as he trailed his fingers along her jaw and tilted her face up to his. “I don’t blame anybody for wanting to touch you, but you’re my pretty girl.”

Her face warmed under his fingers and she cast her eyes away from him briefly. “Don’t be shy,” he said. “It's true.”

He closed the gap between them, pushing his lips against hers and kissing her fiercely. She grabbed hold of his arms to keep her balance and let him pull her body closer to his, his hand on her hip squeezing so tight she was bound to have bruises in the morning. His tongue plunged between her lips, forcing them apart and letting him explore more of her as she whined into his mouth and raked her nails over his shoulders.

“I think I want this mouth somewhere else,” he said when he broke away from her and ran his thumb along her swollen lower lip. “Get on your knees.”

Without taking her eyes off him, she hopped off the sofa arm and sank to the floor. She could already see how hard he was through his jeans and her mouth watered in excitement as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Her heartbeat quicked when she felt him twitch under her fingers and she let her eyes drift up to see the wolfish look on his face.

“You know what to do,” he purred as he stroked her hair, his fingers slightly tightening.

Slowly, she pulled his zipper down and pushed his jeans down just enough to keep them out of the way. His hips bucked when she finally pulled his hard length out of his underwear, pulsing and throbbing in her hand. A pleasured sigh escaped his mouth when she stroked him before running her soft tongue up the length of his shaft. Her hand continued to stroke as she took the head into her mouth and sucked gently, building up the pleasure just the way he liked.

“Good girl,” he breathed. “You don’t want anyone else’s cock, do you?”

She hummed around his cock and continued to suck, moving her head up and down and stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Corey’s hold on the back of her head alternated between gently stroking and pulling her hair whenever a strong pang of pleasure coursed through him.

“I could just fuck this pretty mouth of yours,” he breathed as she gathered more of her hair into his hand. “Cum all over your face so that you won’t forget who you belong to.”

Her cunt clenched and dampened at his words, making her speed up her movements and moan when his precum hit her tongue. She let her hand travel down her body to play with her clit through her panties, already hard and sensitive from being teased by him. Her hips bucked into her hand as she continued to touch herself and was about to dip her fingers inside her panties when a particularly rough tug on her hair brought her attention back to Corey.

“That’s my job,” he said as he pulled his cock from her mouth and leaned down to hold her face in his hand. “If you wanted your pussy played with that badly, you should have asked.”

“Please,” she whined as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, what?”

“Please play with my pussy, Corey.”

He softened his hold on her face and stroked her cheek as he let go of her head and helped her stand up. 

“Good girl,” he crooned before kissing her again. “Bend over the side of the couch.”

She immediately turned around and positioned herself on the arm of the couch, her feet staying on the floor while her hips were raised over the couch and her face rested on the cushions. Her dress was pushed up slightly by the position and her skin tingled when she felt Corey pull the bottom up over her hips, exposing her behind to him. She heard him hum from behind her and tried to turn her head to see him, but only managed to see her back.

“Now this is a view I like to see,” he said, punctuating it with a firm smack on her behind. She squeaked in surprise and her cunt clenched again, begging to be touched.

“Please, baby,” she whined, her voice muffled by the cushions. “I need you.”

“So impatient,” he crooned as he pulled her panties down her legs.

Once they were discarded, he spread her lips apart and gazed in awe at the treat waiting for him, her inner lips swollen and puffy, her cunt dripping and clenching before him. His fingers easily slid through her arousal, teasing her before swirling around her hard clit and making her squirm in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’ve got such a pretty pussy,” he breathed as he pushed two of his fingers inside, savouring how her walls swallowed and pulsed around them.

She rocked her hips in time with his fingers, guiding him to where she needed him the most, only for him to immediately pull them out again and smack her ass again.

“You’re not going to cum on my fingers, babydoll,” he said and loomed over her body, his mouth next to her ear. “You’re going to cum on my cock.”

She whimpered and tried to plant her feet firmer on the floor, readying herself for him to crash into her. Her fingers curled into fists under her shoulders when she felt him run the tip of his cock through her folds, coating it with her essence before finally pushing inside. She was so pent up that she felt like she was being split in two in the best way. Corey immediately set a harsh pace, his hips crashing into her behind as he held her so hard his fingers sank into her flesh.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he panted as he fucked her, enjoying the dull slapping sound of his hips colliding with her ass. “Gonna make sure you know you’re mine.”

She opened her mouth to catch her breath, only for a shaky moan to escape her lips. The feeling of him roughly sliding in and out of her was more intense than anything she’d ever felt before, and the fabric of the couch rubbing her nipples raw only added to it. Her mind had gone blank, the evening completely erased and the only thought left was him. His hands on her body, his lips on her neck, his cock inside her.

Corey took a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her to arch her back, a loud moan flying from her mouth at the change of angle. She felt less stable being held up, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt. Her breath came out in pants and moaned as she begged him to keep fucking her, to make her forget about any other man.

“You want me to make you cum, baby?” he asked as he trailed his fingers up and down her spine.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I want to cum so badly.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum,” he said. “I’m gonna drag it out of you, again and again.”

She swallowed thickly and her cunt immediately clenched around him, her first orgasm fast approaching. She kept her hands planted on the couch as he continued to pound into her, resisting the urge to sneak her hand under her body to play with her clit. Her nails dug into the couch cushion and she bit her lip hard enough to bleed as she let Corey take over her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

A cry burst out of her lungs when she fell over the edge, her pussy clamping down and pulsing around his cock until she was a panting mess. Corey let go of her hair and pushed down on her back to let her lie flat on the couch, his other hand staying on her hip but not gripping as hard.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed as he continued to fuck her through her high. “You’ve got one more in you, I know it.”

“I can’t,” she whined, her head too heavy to lift. “I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can,” he said as he pulled out and helped her turn over. “Be a good girl and cum again for me. Here, I’ll give you a hand.”

Now lying on her back with her legs spread wide, she welcomed him back inside her warmth and her eyes immediately rolled back when he hit her sweet spot again. Corey continued his rapid pace, his hips snapping against hers as he drove his cock into her. He could feel his stomach getting tight as his own orgasm started to creep up on him and brushed his thumb over her clit, building her pleasure up again.

“How’s that feel?” he crooned as he watched her grope at her breasts and listened to her moan in response. 

Her clit twitched under his thumb, growing more and more sensitive as he touched it. He knew that she was already getting close again as her cries and moans became louder and closely spaced together, her hips bucking up into him until her mouth hung open and her back arched sharply.

She clamped down on his cock again, triggering his own climax and making him spill thick cum inside her. Her body jolted and trembled as he continued to thrust into her, the overstimulation making her whine and try to close her legs.

Corey finally stilled when his high had passed, his body starting to feel loose as he loomed over her. He caught his breath and steadily pulled out to watch his cum drip out of her spent pussy. If she hadn’t milked him dry he could have gotten hard again.

“Good girl,” he said as he stroked her thighs and came to lie with her on the couch. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She smiled and shook her head as she cuddled up to him, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. Her whole body felt boneless and relaxed, but different to how she felt when he was gentle with her.

“I dunno what came over me tonight,” he said after they were both quiet for a while. “I just saw how uncomfortable you were with him hanging off you and I didn’t like it.”

“It’s okay,” she said as she ran her hands along his exposed forearms. “You handled it better than I’ve seen some guys.”

“I’m just glad you don’t think I was taking it out on you.”

“I knew exactly what was going through your head. But maybe you should get like that more often if it means you’ll fuck me like that.”

He pulled her further into him, lying her on top of him as he rested his forehead against hers.

“I don’t need to get jealous to fuck you like that, sweetheart.”

[keldae]

Drastic Measures (Chapter Twenty-Two)

The sound of an incoming freighter made Sorand squint up into Tatooine’s clear blue skies, shading his eyes against the fierce burn of the twin suns. At present distance, with the freighter backlit against the horizon, he couldn’t make out any identifying features. It was only as it approached that he could make out faded green paint, accented in dark red. He frowned — that ship was familiar, as were the markings. He’d spent enough time among Shara’s clan to recognize the Mandalorian symbols adorning the hull.

With a low grunt, the young Sith turned and re-entered the caves. He blinked several times as his vision readjusted to the dim interior. Over his comms, he could already hear the crackle of the cell’s agents communicating with the pilot of the incoming freighter. Brushing his hands over his lightsaber hilt and his blaster pistol as if to make sure he still had them, Sorand decided it was time to greet the newcomer.

He arrived at the designated landing zone just as the freighter touched down softly, sign of a deft hand at the controls. While waiting for the ramp to lower, he looked over at his brother, who leaned back against the wall. The sandy-haired smuggler twirled a spare hydrospanner in his hand. “You call him?” Sorand asked.

“Nah. Maybe Lana did.” Korin frowned in thought. “I don’t think I’ve pissed him off recently… I hope…”

“Considering the last I heard of him, he was in Imperial Space,” Sorand muttered as the ramp finally lowered and a figure clad in red beskar’gam descended to the cave floor, “I don’t think he’s here for a chat with you.”

“… Great.” Korin sighed and straightened up as the Mandalorian approached. “I hope you’re right, otherwise I got some explaining to do about a pazaak match and a not-insubstantial amount of credits.”

“Why do I claim to be related to you again?” the Sith groused before turning back to the Mandalorian. “Su’cuy gar! Been a while, hasn’t it?”

“A few months, yeah.” The Mandalorian -- known to the Taerichs as Corey Black -- removed his helmet, revealing  a face peppered by scars, each of varying length, depth, and age. His solemn, angular features broke into a grin behind a thick, auburn beard. “Too busy planning a rebellion to socialize, Sor’ika? I’m wounded.”

“Sorry.” Sorand shrugged. “Revolts don’t plan themselves, and the other option was leaving that twit in charge.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, indicating a very indignant Korin.

At this, Black smirked. “The entire thing would implode on itself in a week. Or turn into a professional crime ring, hard to say.”

“I hate you both,” Korin muttered.

Sorand grinned at his brother, then looked back at Corey. “So, what brings you out this way?”

“Oh, not much. Just Acina wants me to haul your sorry shebs back to Dromund Kaas. Seems she wants a new throw rug to decorate her apartments.” Corey lazily shrugged. “Something about embezzlement, something something sheltering a Jedi and a Republic spy, something…”

“A throw rug?” The Sith frowned. “I’m a little insulted. I would have thought I at least deserve to be a tapestry.”

An impish grin played across Corey’s features. “I would have suggested a flag,” he teased. “Then they can use your hair to secure you to the pole.” He swatted at the nerftail with an armoured hand.

Sorand actually growled at that, a hand flying up to protectively guard his long hair. “She can touch my hair over my cold, dead body.”

“I think that’s her plan, actually.”

“Ah.”

There was a long moment as Sith and bounty hunter regarded each other before Corey finally clapped Sorand’s shoulder. “Room in your rebellion for one more?”

“If we didn’t, we’d make room for you.” Sorand grinned and stepped back. “C’mon; if Lana finds out you arrived and I didn’t tell her immediately, Acina won’t get the chance to turn me into a throw rug.”

“Lana’s here?” Something in Corey’s posture seemed to relax. “That’s good. Was worried about her when she went off the radar and Acina put a hit out for her.” He fell into step behind Sorand as both men approached the entrance into the rest of the base. As they passed Korin, he took advantage of the opportunity to slug the spacer in the face.

“Ow!” Korin dropped like a sack of bricks, holding the left side of his face and glaring up at the Mandalorian. “What the kriff did I do this time?!”

“I dunno. I just assume you’ve either done something I don’t know about, or I’m getting a hit in early before you pull some other stupid osik. Again.” Corey grinned as he kept walking; behind him, Sorand rolled his eyes and went to haul his brother back to his feet.

“I have to ask, vod’ika,” the Mandalorian said as the trio continued into the base, “the rumour about your Jedi sister -- was it true? What in haran happened?”

The Sith scrubbed a hand over his face with a sigh. “I swear, I should just write the entire damn story and put it up on the HoloNet so people get caught up. Remember that Jedi I was working with during the Ziost crisis…?”

The Red Light sector of Nar Shaddaa had a rough reputation, even by the standards of the city-moon. Such a reputation seemed to keep most Zakuulans at a safe distance from the deeper, darker areas of the sector. Despite this, rumours circulated wildly that the Eternal Throne was planning a purge of it, Quesh, and the several other more crime-ridden areas of the galaxy, such as the Black Sun and Justicar Sectors on Coruscant. Good luck to them, Reanden thought with a derisive snort. The Hutts would fight with the proverbial tooth and nail to protect their own interests.

Still, he cast a glance toward the sky as he and Kothe made their way down a narrow alleyway, both spies trying to not breathe too deeply. “Mind your step,” Kothe warned as he picked his way through the rubble. “They haven’t fully cleaned up down here from the sewage backup a few weeks ago.”

“Delightful,” Reanden sarcastically muttered. “The Hutts gave up on this sector entirely?”

“Not quite. That backup was deliberate.” Kothe glanced back at Reanden as he kept walking. “Did its job in keeping the Zaks from poking their noses in too deep.”

The former Imperial spy grimaced. “Which dumbass came up with that idea?”

“Korin.” The former Jedi looked back again, a grin pulling at his face. “The kid’s insane, Legate. Definitely yours.”

Reanden sighed as he followed Kothe down the alley. “Great. I’m so proud of him,” he deadpanned.

The two spies made their way down to a rusty door, flanked by flickering holo signs advertising stims of questionable repute. Kothe tapped a sharp code against the door, waited a few seconds, then tapped a second code. Moments later, the door cracked open. “Did you bring drinks? I’m surprisingly not picky after this week.”

“Sorry, Gault. Didn’t exactly have time to stop by the cantina after picking up this moron.” Ignoring Reanden’s glare, Kothe waved his hand, using the Force to open the door enough for entry. “Kaliyo and Vette are probably going to be late.”

“So, who’d you piss off, old timer?” The Devaronian currently going by the name of Gault Rennow grinned as he stepped back, allowing the two spies into the hideout.

“A bunch of envious Zakuulans who know a good ship when they see one.” Reanden shot Gault a warning look. “You’re still not allowed to touch my baby, Tyresius.”

“The name is Gault. And you’re no fun,” Gault complained as he closed the door. “Hylo’s been waitin’ for you two. Seems she’s had an update from the storm system about that Jedi and Spy-Boy Junior.”

“You’ve saved your remaining horn from being busted off,” Reanden muttered as he hurried down the corridor, Kothe a step behind him. In truth, while Gault could get under his skin masterfully, the possibility of an update on his daughter made him anxious for the news. He’d been in contact with the Nar Shaddaa resistance cell enough to know his way through the hideout. Still, he frowned as he walked through the condemned apartment. “I thought Zenith was still here.”

“He was -- until he decided to leave off with Korin for Tatooine. After what happened to the Balmorra cell, Zenith’s understandably paranoid — keeps moving almost as much as the Shan kid does. Or your daughter.” Kothe paused to raise an eyebrow at Reanden. “You sure Xaja Taerich’s your kid? Times I’ve encountered her, she’s been too nice and friendly to be related to you.”

Reanden just made a rude gesture at Kothe as the two spies entered the centre of the hideout and earned a grin for his trouble. Their footsteps drew the attention of the middle-aged Mirialan woman bending over a computer terminal. She straightened with an audible sigh of relief. “I was beginning to wonder if you two old bastards would ever show up. You get lost, Kothe?”

“That happened once,” Kothe growled as Reanden smirked. “What do you have for us?”

“Just got off a call with the cell contacts and Thunder,” Hylo answered as she flopped down. The worn chair creaked under what was a minimal strain. “You might wanna take a seat, this could take a while.”

“Then give us the short version,” Reanden said as he mirrored her action. “What the Hells is going on? I’ve been out of contact for the last day and a half, and Kothe doesn’t have all the information I want.”

“Even the short version’s gonna take a while, Agent.” Hylo ran a hand through her hair as she leaned back, balancing precariously on the back two legs of the chair. “Zaks are gettin’ more snoopy than usual, as you just found out. Imperius —”

The rumble of a furious Wookiee made Reanden twist in his chair, eyebrows rising to his hairline. “Oh yeah,” Hylo said as heavy footsteps approached the room, “we got a new pair in. They said they know you and Master Taerich; figured you’d wanna verify ‘em anyway.”

“That would be—” Reanden blinked as the Wookiee lumbered into the meeting room. The first impression of the shadowy silhouette gave the illusion that he had two extra, remarkably hairless arms. When the Wookiee stepped into clearer vision, however, Reanden could recognize the half-assembled droid attached to the furry chest. “Dee-Four,” the old agent said, surprise colouring his voice. “You’re looking remarkably more intact.”

“This barbarian has been making me earn my limbs back!” the droid furiously exclaimed. “And then taking them away again! I was almost complete a couple of months ago!”

“You karked up translating on purpose!” the Wookiee retorted. “And got us shot at!”

“I I had my legs, I would assuredly kick you,” C2-D4 complained. “Queen Lina of Onderon would never have taunted me like this!”

“Of course not,” Reanden smoothly interjected, inwardly wondering if the illustrious Queen Lina wouldn’t have disassembled the droid on her own. She had a reputation for being direct and impatient, herself. “Jakarro, I didn’t know you two were involved with the resistance.”

“Where else would we be? We haven’t had a good adventure since the Revanites!” Jakarro took a seat on a table that creaked precariously under his and Dee-Four’s combined weights. “Besides, the Zakuulans interfere too much with our shipping enterprises.”

“And the Skytroopers,” Dee-Four added. “Ugh. So unnatural, and with less personality than a loader droid. The galaxy will be better off without them. Is it true they killed Master Xaja?”

“No, but they came damn close,” Reanden muttered. He turned and nodded at Hylo. “Yes, I know them.”

“Is there anyone in the galaxy you don’t know?” Kothe asked with a raised eyebrow.

Reanden had to think about that. “There’s probably some little street urchin or two in this system I haven’t met yet…”

“Spies are social flutterplumes. Got it.” Hylo looked down at her datapad. “Hookay. Imperius is on Tatooine, joined forces with Cap’n Korin after he took down the Star Fortress bunker tower there.”

Kothe’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s no small feat.” He glanced over at Reanden. “I have to admit, your boys are impressive.”

“Damn straight they are,” Reanden beamed a bit before looking at Hylo. He leaned against the table. “Any word on Master Taerich or Agent Shan?”

“Reports indicate they’re safe and sound for now, having landed on Dantooine with Master Shan,” Hylo answered. A knot of tension in Reanden’s chest loosened as the smuggler continued talking. “That cell’s on high alert, though, and from the sounds of it they aren’t going to be staying around long. Right now they’re—”

“With the Jedi?” Kaliyo strolled into the room, Vette and Gault right behind her. “I’d almost rather still be on the run.” She nodded at Reanden. “Your baby’s fine. SCORPIO has her sealed up like a vault. I’d be careful though — the Zaks are still crawling around the spaceport looking for you.”

“I’ve never sympathized more with paparazzi-hounded celebrities in my life,” the former Imperial muttered. “Good seeing you two alive and intact after all that.”

“You too, old timer.” Vette hopped up on another table and gave Jakarro an affectionate nudge with her shoulder. “What are we missing?”

Hylo scowled up at the ceiling. “Okay, one more time, from the top without anyone else interrupting: Master Taerich and Agent Shan are on Dantooine. Darth Imperius is on the run from the Empire, and last update puts him on Tatooine. Captain Korin attacked and took down the Star Fortress tower there, but the Zaks haven’t retaliated yet. Doc Kimble’s safe on Alderaan, and so’s Supreme Commander Malcom after he quit his job —”

Kothe’s jaw dropped. “Malcom did what?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what Thunder said. Apparently he’s Agent Shan’s biological dad, or so he’s claiming.” Hylo shrugged. “Seems the sly old fox found a stray Zak Knight who made friends with Master Shan. She’s cooperating with the cell there, while Lord Beniko arrived on Tatooine with another Zak defector and his buddies. Uhhhh, think that’s about it?”

“That’s it, she says,” Reanden muttered as he shook his head. He would have to try reaching out to SIS headquarters through back channels and see what Marcus Trant knew about these developments. “Trivial, really.”

“So the other cells are actively doing things,” Jakarro growled. “Why are we sitting around?”

“Because you pissed off half the Zakuulan garrison in the Star Fortress,” Hylo snapped at the Wookiee, “and the old man over here pissed off the other half! Thunder’s orders are recon only for the Star Fortress bunker here, and that’s provided we can find the stupid thing.”

“A bunker like that has to have its own independent power supply off the Nar Shaddaa grid,” Reanden mused. “Do we have a ballpark area of where it might be?”

“As far as my agents can determine, it’s somewhere in this sector,” Kothe spoke up. “Let’s see if we can figure out a way to knock it out of commission without the Zaks getting up our asses or killing people. If Zakuul is distracted by Tatooine, we might have a shot at this.”

It was some time later when Xaja and Kira returned to the main parts of the Enclave. A pretty human Jedi with a long braid of auburn hair directed them to a chamber where Master Satele was waiting, along with Theron and a handful of other people milling about. Xaja spared a glance and a smile to the Nautolan male who bowed in her direction, frustrated that she could not remember his name. He was Master Orgus’ Padawan before me, she thought. Why the Hells can’t I remember his name? Next to him was a tall Zabrak in armour that was once bronze, the surface marred with deep scrapes and gauges. She acknowledged him with a nod before her eyes settled on the tall, muscular human male beside Theron, capped with dreadlocks. He wore a long duster that stopped just below the top of his boots, a blaster rifle strapped to his back. A grin settled over her features with recognition. “Good to see you, Corso.”

“Nice seein’ you too, Master T.” Corso Riggs, first mate and friend to the scandalous Captain Korin Taerich, still managed to blush when Xaja talked to him. “It’s good havin’ you back around. Ain’t that right, Guss?”

“You betcha!” The Mon Calamari a couple of paces off waved. “Galaxy’s been a darker an’ colder place without you around, Master Xaja.”

Can’t have been darker and colder than carbonite, Xaja thought to herself, and shuddered at the memory of being thrown into the chamber before slipping her hand into Theron’s. She took comfort in his warmth, and the way he gently nuzzled her hair and squeezed her fingers.  Leaning into his shoulder and looking around, she blinked at a familiar pair of montrals visible over everyone else’s heads. “Ashara?” she softly asked.

“Oh, yeah.” Kira nodded. “Apparently after the siege over Dromund Kaas lifted, a few Imps decided the ‘impurity’ of the Empire was to blame for their loss, so they started going after everyone who wasn’t human or Sith. Your brother sent Ashara here after folks tried to kill her twice — and I’m not sure how his other apprentice didn’t get murdered.”

“Because Xalek is straight-up terrifying,” Theron muttered, and Xaja smirked as she nodded in agreement.

Kira grinned. “Yeah, point. Ashara’s a good kid though, even with that Sith influence. Your brother pretty much let her keep her Jedi traditions intact.” Her expression grew slightly more sombre and she inclined her head as Master Satele approached the trio. “Master.”

Satele nodded at Kira and offered a small smile before her attention shifted back to Theron and Xaja. “Come. We need to discuss your options moving forward.”

“You think we’re not safe here?” Xaja asked, frowning worriedly.

“I fear you’re not safe anywhere,” Satele murmured as she lead them to an alcove in the cave wall. Kira accompanied them, never more than a couple of feet from Xaja’s side; Corso and Ashara made their way over moments later.

Once everyone was settled down, Satele spoke again, bypassing formalities and pleasantries entirely. “What are the latest updates from the Storm network?”

“Got a report that the cell on Tatooine landed a good hit against the Zaks by attackin’ the Star Fortress tower there,” Corso spoke up. “Cap’n Korin reported in — all systems are good, although he’s a little spooked that the Zaks haven’t tried retaliatin’ yet.”

“Probably because the Zakuulans are too focused on us to look anywhere else,” Theron muttered. He slipped an arm around Xaja’s thin shoulders. “On one hand, it sucks being the galaxy’s most wanted. On the other, I guess it’s good for the resistance to get stuff done.”

Corso nodded. “Word on the street is that Imperius made contact with the Tatooine cell an’ is hiding from the Empire, along with Shara Verhayc. Acina wants his head for stealin’ a ton a’ credits from the Empire an’ pullin’ a runner. Cipher Nine’s reported to have made it to another cell too, but no data on where he is, just that he obviously ain’t here with you.”

“Does the resistance know where we are?” Xaja asked.

“Yep. And Thunder’s the happiest we’ve ever seen ‘em about it, Master T.” The former farmboy gave a knowing smile. “We also picked up a couple of stray Zaks who apparently ain’t too fond of their Emperor, either.”

“Defector Zakuulans?” Ashara blinked. “Aren’t the Zaks supposed to be fervently loyal to the Eternal Throne?”

Corso shrugged. “Dunno. Apparently there’s an entire crew of Zak soldiers who jumped ship, an’ their captain’s runnin’ around with Lana —”

“Wait.” Theron straightened up. “Lana Beniko?”

“Unless there’s another scary-lookin’ blonde Sith lady who’d admit to bein’ friends with a Jedi, yep.” Corso looked back to Master Satele. “An’ that’s all that’s come in on the network.”

Satele nodded as she absorbed in the information. “Thank you, Corso.” She sat back, looking around the small council. “While Agent Theron and Master Xaja have friends scattered across the galaxy, both as independent agents and formally with the resistance, there’s more people seeking them for their own reasons. I assume everyone knows of the bounty on their heads?”

“Half a million credits each, just for information.” Kira shook her head. “Arcann really wants you two back, apparently.”

“Arcann needs to get used to rejection,” Xaja muttered, and was rewarded with a couple of smirks.

“There have already been some serious -- and close -- attempts to collect on those bounties,” Satele continued. “Half of Raider’s Cove on Rishi, and possibly someone on Dromund Kaas.”

“Got confirmation about the traitor in Kaas City,” Corso interjected. “Verhayc commed in privately to say one of her crew figured out Doc Kimble was there, then put two an’ two together, calling in the Zaks for the credits. Good news is that Skadge didn’t live long enough to regret that.”

“Did she kill him?” Ashara asked. The Force flickered around her with something cold and dark that hinted at an old, deeply-ingrained hatred for the named person.

“Imperius took care of it on his way out.” Corso suddenly frowned. “Which reminds me: Old Man Nine put out a warnin’ on another channel couple of days back that the Wrath might be in on the hunt too, for unnamed personal reasons. We’ll all have to keep an eye out for that nutjob.”

“Calling the Wrath a nutjob is an insult to nutjobs everywhere,” Ashara muttered, shuddering. “And sells his brand of crazy far too short.”

“Enough,” Satele interjected. “When I spoke to him, Cipher Nine seemed to think that the Wrath would be looking for him or Imperius more than he would for Theron and Xaja, which only leaves us with the problem of Arcann and every bounty hunter in the galaxy.”

“Trifling problems,” Kira dryly said.

“Trifling problems with the entire Eternal Fleet involved.” Satele steepled her fingers in front of her, frowning. “I don’t think that we were followed from Voss — Cipher Nine was attempting to keep the Zakuulan ships away from me, and their attention focused on him as we were escaping. But I’m hardly an expert in tracking ships, and the Zakuulans seem to be much more advanced in that regard.” She looked over at Theron and Xaja, a note of clear pity in her eyes. “For your safety, it’s best if you keep moving -- stay one step ahead of the Zakuulans, if you can.”

Xaja had already suspected that would be the answer, but it didn’t mean she wanted to hear it. She sighed, feeling Theron's arm around her shoulder tighten. “We know,” she quietly acknowledged. “Any good options for us to go next?”

“I wouldn’t recommend Corellia,” Kira said. “Not only is it too close to Coruscant, but Saresh has agents all through Coronet, and the Corellian rebels keep the Zaks stirred into a constant swarm. The Green Jedi might protect you if you can get to the Enclave, but they’ve already got their hands full.”

Corso nodded in agreement. “Alderaan might work for ya though. It’s still Republic, but with the Supreme Commander going way back with the Organas, the ol’ green witch hasn’t been able to manage too tight a hold there.”

Theron went alert at that. “Wait, if Malcom’s there, doesn’t that mean Saresh has people there?”

“Oh, ya didn’t hear?” Corso grinned. “Guess ya have been outta touch for a while,” he said. “Seems Malcom told Saresh to kriff a Hutt and quit. He’s been hangin’ around Organa Castle, and a bunch of his folks followed. Now there’s a whole lot of ‘em there, all loyal to him instead of Saresh. She’d probably be goin’ after him, but the Organas won’t let her people onto their territory.” His grin widened. “Been fun to watch.”

“Malcom told Saresh off and quit?” A streak of pure, almost-childish glee tore through Theron’s Force-signature before he could temper it. “That is the best news I’ve heard all day.” To his right, Satele appeared a little bit surprised by Corso’s news, although she kept her reaction limited to a widening of her eyes.

“Him an’ all of Havoc Squad, among others.” Corso grinned. “Dunno if he’s joined the resistance yet, himself, but he’s been encouragin’ his troops to join up, from what I’m hearin’.”

“Alderaan might be a good option then,” Xaja mused as she looked up at Theron. The feeling of delighted glee had toned itself down, although she could still sense some sort of emotional turbulence within him. It was clearly connected to Commander Malcom. Malcom? she silently asked through the bond.

Theron hesitated before responding, pursing his lips, a crease between his brows. He gave a heavy sigh. Father.

Xaja blinked. Father? she echoed. The Supreme Commander was too… too rough, too burly, too grizzled of a war veteran and soldier; the idea of him as a father --

Her mind screeched to a halt. Wait, that means… Her gaze darted over to Satele, then back at Theron, working through what she knew of the biological connections. The Supreme Commander and the Grand Master …? No wonder Theron had never identified his birth father — he developed enough insecurities as the son of one legendary parent, forget two. Even if you don’t need to be a legend for me, she silently thought as she slipped her arm around Theron’s waist and lightly squeezed. A soft burst of relief swept through her, and Theron lightly leaned against her.

The conversation had gone on while Xaja had processed the information of Theron’s connection to Malcom. “I can get in contact with the cell leader on Alderaan,” Corso was saying. “He’s Imperial, but a good person; got no issues with Jedi or Republic folks. Think he used to be a diplomat, back in the day.”

“Do that,” Satele said with a nod. “If he doesn’t answer, I’ll simply take Theron and Xaja to Alderaan with me in the morning. Otherwise, we’ll coordinate with him and —”

A deafening crash overhead brought the revered Jedi to an abrupt stop. Ominous booms eched through the caverns,a phenomenon with which the Jedi were already too familiar. Anticipation mingled with fear  around her as Xaja jumped to her feet, looking up in the direction of the surface. Cries began to reverberate against the solid walls and she frowned as she spoke: “I don’t think we have until morning, Master.”

[vivisextion]

I first saw Slipknot at age 14.

No one knows how I managed it. I'm not sure I even remember. These days, you have to be 16 or 18 to get into Standing areas. I do know I had to buy tickets on the phone, back in the old days (2005, that is). A singular ticket, too - none of my friends, not even the classmate who had gone with me to see Linkin Park the year before, was that into Slipknot.

But I HAD to see them. This was the Subliminal Verses tour cycle, and Vol. 3 was my first and favourite Slipknot album, even to this day. It's the reliable old warm blanket for my soul whenever I need it. It's on right now, as I write this.

My memory isn't that good, but luckily I unearthed a livejournal (livejournal!) diary entry about the event I made the next day.

August 16, 2005. I went right after school. I went to a very conservative Anglican secondary school, too. I tried not to get caught in the bathroom, as I coloured my nails black with permanent marker (I know, don't laugh) and changed into my standard metalhead baby outfit - Slipknot band shirt, black cargo shorts, and my pride and joy: steel-toe boots I somehow managed to cajole my parents into letting me own.

I caught the bus to the open-air war memorial park where the gig was going to be. I got there at 4pm, 4 hours early. A couple other maggots were already hanging around. I found myself surrounded by tombstones, and I read them all. It was the middle of the Hungry Ghost Festival, too - a very fitting time for Slipknot to pay a visit to this godforsaken hellhole of a small town I lived in. (Especially given the paranormal circumstances surrounding the making of Vol. 3.)

While I wandered around the venue (no security or sound guys were around at all), I spotted two white vans pull up to the stage, in the middle of a clearing. It was them! I spotted Joey and missed him by a hair's breadth. I was quickly ushered behind the stone archway entrance by security then.

(Funnily enough, while walking around, I got mistaken for Joey more than once. I am the same height as him, had the same long black hair, same pale skin, and was wearing almost exactly what he had been. One person claimed from behind, I was a dead ringer, apart from when I turned around, and they realised I was Chinese.)

It was soundcheck time. A sound guy testing the mics would say random things, like "testing one two three two one.... fudge fudge, I like fudge...." The band even did Purity, so us earlybirds were given a rare treat, and we screamed along from the entrance, and drummed our fists on the sides of nearby porta-potties. I hope no one was in there at the time. Whenever we got a glance of any of them, we'd scream and cheer. Finally they left again, but were soon to return.

This was the first time I'd been a part of the metal community. I was barely allowed internet in those days. But here, random strangers were friendly, striking up conversations like they'd been friends for years. Two big guys, called Trevor and Ted, looked out for me the entire gig after, keeping other big dudes from crushing me too much (I'm 5'3, remember). Other people commented on me being so baby, because I was only 14, and said they would take care of me.

When we were finally let in, right after the usher cut the rope, I ran in, screamed "WOOOHOOO!" along with a few friends I'd made. I only briefly stopped to receive this RoadRunner Records compilation CD from a roadie, then resumed running like a madman screaming and dashing into the VIP cage.

I was right up against the barricade - the first time I would ever be at a gig. People from assorted magazines and press took photos of us, and I think I got my photo taken about 10 times at least.

(This is how I got in trouble with my parents the next day. My photo had ended up in a local paper - you can see examples of that here. They had no idea what I'd been to see the night before, and were horrified when they saw what Slipknot looked like.)

We saw Sid filming us from the stage with a camcorder and screamed at him. We saw Jim and screamed at him too, and he flashed the victory sign back at us. I remember Metallica playing at the time, another one of my favourite bands.

The concert was a brutal religious experience I will never forget. People with their arms outstretched, crying and screaming out loud, moving like the devil possessed them.

The new friends around me made sure I was alright after every song! There were huge guys fainting behind us who had to get carried out, but I endured, a tiny 14 year old child. We got a family speech as per tradition, of course. "Are you guys out there all looking out for each other? We're all one big family, and we gotta look out for each other." What Corey said held true - strangers hugged, shook hands, talked, and made friends. I was heartened by how close-knit the maggot community was. It really did feel like a family, and it's felt like that ever since.

Of course, I did my first Jump The Fuck Up. It is possibly the most euphoria I've ever experienced all at one go. (Later, in 2020, I was extremely disappointed that I didn't get to do it again in London.)

They did the death masks for Vermilion, and I remember Chris helping Sid fix his mask and shirt when they'd changed back. Sid hung out near Clown's drums for most of the time too, and hugged him from behind and just latched on at one point. It was pretty adorable.

Fun fact: The version of Eyeless you hear on the 9.0 Live album is from Singapore, as is Eeyore. There are very few photos and videos from the crowd of this gig, because in 2005, very few people had camera phones. The crowd at the Slipknot gig in 2020 was a sea of arms with phones, filming the gig rather than experiencing it. Yes, I'm going to be that cranky old geezer who complains about the good old days.

Joey as usual, was fucking amazing and never failed. However, due to the fact that I was right up front, only his tiny head was visible behind his vast drum set, I couldn't see him the entire gig.

Amazingly, the government told Slipknot they were not allowed to do obscene gestures, curse, vomit (possibly due to the decomposing crow pre-show ritual), simulate humping on objects, throw faeces, or jump off stage (looking at you, Sid). I don't think our totalitarian government knew who they were dealing with, because watch what happens next.

Near the end of the gig, Corey tells the crowd “your government has given us a laundry list of things we aren’t allowed to do, your government has told us we are not allowed to swear”. Crowd goes “BOOOOOOOOO” and Corey goes “BUT WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!” And they launch into Surfacing, the last song. Everyone riots. Best night of my life.

You can find the setlist from that gig here. It had everything I wanted and more.

This story later got immortalised when Kerrang asked maggots for gig stories, for an article which came out in 2020. I had forgotten entirely, until people began messaging me to tell me, and one friend sent me a scan of it!

On the way out, I managed to get a shirt. I remember calling my best friend at the time, and got everyone at the merch booth to go "IF YOU'RE 555 THEN I'M 666" for her. This shirt has since been lost to the landfill, because my Christian mother took it upon herself to dispose of it the first opportunity she got. Needless to say, our relationship is not very good.

After that, I even managed to get that Roadrunner compilation album they were giving out signed. The band was staying at the Carlton. Unfortunately, Joey wasn't there, neither was Clown, and Mick was swarmed by guitar nerds so, 6/9 it is. It is a great regret of mine that I'll never have anything signed by him, nor will I ever get to see him perform ever again.

The next day, I went to school, my head swimming. Yes, I went to see Slipknot ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. I was a giant bruise, from my ribs and my chest, to my hips and knees, from being slammed into the barricade like a screen door in a hurricane. Most of all, my sore, headbanged-out neck could barely hold my head up. Classmates thought I had been in a fight. I was torn between battle-scarred exhaustion and hyperactive ranting about the most amazing gig of my short life (it still is, to this day). When teachers spoke to me, I wanted to reply, "Fuck trigonometry! I've just seen SLIPKNOT. Do you not understand that my world is different? Do you not understand that *I* am now different?"

My country was a small, conservative town that Slipknot had graced with their unholy presence. Corey Taylor once said that where he grew up in Iowa had a way of making a 16 year old boy feel like a 36 year old man (or something to that effect). I felt that in my weary bones as a teenager, being from a place just like that. Years later, Watain would run into worse trouble, and wouldn't even be allowed to perform. The Christian stranglehold is stronger than ever. It was a good thing that back then Slipknot had the element of surprise, striking serpent-fast and choking this society by the neck for a too-brief time, before they departed.

After that, my desire to play the drums only grew like a weed. Joey Jordison had, has, and will always inspire me as a drummer, and seeing the beast live (or what little I could spy behind the massive riser) had only spurred me on. I had always been a noisemaker, be it driving my parents mad with chopsticks on pots and pans, or driving my teachers mad with pencils on my desk. But of course, my parents wouldn't have any of it. I'd have to wait a good 14 more years before I'd be able to afford lessons and later, a kit of my own. Better late than never, right?

There will never be enough words to describe the impact Joey has had on my life. And it isn't just Slipknot, either. I could write another essay on his time with the Murderdolls and its influence on my own gender-non-conforming ways. Suffice to say, my wardrobe doesn't look too dissimilar to his during the early Dead in Hollywood days.

I told my boss I could not come into work today. I was grieving. I said that my music teacher died, as I didn't think she'd understand the magnitude of my loss. In a way, it's true. And I am not the only one Joey has nudged on the path to being a musician, that much is certain. To the rest of us, I wish strength and love for you in this difficult time. The best way to honour Joey, who truly loved music, both the creation and appreciation of it, is to pass that gift on. Teach it to someone. He is the reason I picked up the sticks in the first place, and one day, they'll be handed on, the heavy metal baton for the next generation.

And finally: remember that the ones we have lost are never truly gone.

Vinnie

P.S. See if you can spot me in the crowd photos in this post!

[chayacat]

Devil’s Sweet Star (35)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

***

5 days. The Roseville festival takes place in 5 days. Time flies too quickly. Far too fast. And the pressure on your shoulders is only growing. What if it doesn't work? What if the cake was ever missed at the last moment? Or that it falls on the way? Or that people don't like it? That would be a deep shame, and a deep disillusionment. But we must not be discouraged. We must remain positive and if it fails, so be it. It takes a first time to everything. And then we always learn from our failures, right? Failing is not a fatality, we must not give up at the first failure we suffer. Otherwise, we never move forward. On the contrary, every failure we suffer, every mistake we make, must push us to be better if the opportunity arises again.

For now, you have something else to do. Since the nebula’s attack, you had to have the damage repaired. Fortunately, by chance, your insurance covered the costs. But it will not be able to do so ad vita eternam. We will therefore have to increase security. Inspector Wilhelm offered you to post a policeman to monitor the establishment from the opening to the closing of the café. He will not be inside but on the sidewalk opposite, under observation. That way if there is ever a problem, he can intervene quickly.  

As for the apartment, it has progressed well. Mr Lawson has dealt with the problems of leaks; he now has to deal with the floor. On your side with Jed, you have repainted all the pieces according to your tastes. Even if there have been debates about certain rooms such as the chamber. But in the end, you always found an agreement. And mixing your two colours gives... impressive and original results in itself. Once the floor will be done. You can finally live together. You look forward to it.  

Today you were closed. But you're still working on the festival cake. Corey having returned to work after his few days off, Amy too, you had decided to close exceptionally to work on the cake as the festival approached. Even so, your young employee was still feeling some pain.

“Are you sure it'll be okay, Corey? You know if you're in too much pain, you can go home it doesn't matter, Amy and I can manage together.” you said worried to see Corey's slightly grimacing face.

“Don't worry about me! It's okay! the doctor told me that the pain would persist for a few days. I just have to take my painkillers when I'm really in too much pain. But for now, it's okay.” responds Corey with a smile.  

“Don't make the hero either. If it ever gets worse you may have more than pain. So don't force too much.” replied Amy.

“Oh, come on Amy! I'm not a kid now! I'm not in sugar either! If it really doesn't go well, I'll go home, it's promised.”

“Yeah yeah...if you say so. I’ll keep an eye on you anyway.”  

You smile as you look at them. They are so adorable, even when they argue. it shows how much they care about each other. Kind of like you and Jed in a sense. Surprisingly... you haven't heard from Ghostface. since... since you made your deal. He must be busy preparing everything. But he still finds a way to talk to you. By piece of paper that he deposits either at your apartment or at your café when it is closed. Sometimes the "letters" are accompanied by small gifts. Either a flower, once with a necklace, earrings ... You were wondering how he was able to buy them. If he bought them of course.

You're not really looking forward to honoring your part of the market. Because who knows how it might turn out? But you were able to turn this out to your advantage as well. He will tell you everything. He will show you his true face, tell you his name. And finally, you can put a face on the man who since your arrival, knows you much more than you know him. Finally, you can claim to be on an equal footing. Even if it's not really the case.

But deep down... do you really want it? Do you really want to destroy all the mystery around him? After all... it brought him a certain charm... even if he is a murderer, the mystery that surrounds him about his identity makes him more attractive, more... Take that out of your mind, pickle brains! You have a boyfriend! And given the night you spent the other night... Ghostface is just the appetizer. Under his shy mood, Jed is much wilder than you dared to imagine.

“Ok! let's see what this cake gives! if it is good then we can do it bigger for the festival!” you said with a smile.  

“Yeah but... It's a cake for 12 people. and we are only 3. We will not be able to eat everything... and it would have been a shame to waste it.” responds Amy with a worried face.  

“What are we going to do with the remaining shares?” ask Corey.

“Hum... I think I have a little idea. I know who would be delighted to have them.” You replied before you take out your phone to call Jed.

“Hello? Honey? Is there a problem?” asks Jed on the other line.

“Oh Jed... If you knew how much! It is a tragedy! I have here a test cake for the festival but unfortunately it is 12 parts! and there are only 3 of us! Unfortunately, I'm going to have to throw it away...” you answer in a dramatic theatrical way.  

“... Are you trying to make me fat? I know I can eat at will without gaining weight but still... if you did it... I can't say no. I came with Mattew and Melina. And we'll take a share of it for the boss. Keep it for us tonight.”  

“Thank you, my love! See you soon! I love you!” you replied with a smile, while Amy and Corey were laughing.  

“See you soon Honey. I love you too.” he responds before hanging up.  

You put away your phone with a satisfied smile. Definitely, talking about cake is a good way to get Jed to come. Despite his body certainly skinny but finely trimmed, Jed seems to be a big gourmand. And to say that he can eat as much as he wants, he will not take a gram... while you, you have to be careful. You are not fat on the contrary! You are as well-proportioned as your size! Amy and Corey were laughing, looking at you at the same time.  

“What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.  

“You're both too cute! it's adorable a couple like yours!” responds Amy.  

“I could say the same about both of you. You are both equally adorable, I did well to take you both.”

Your two employees looked at each other, before looking away by blushing, which made you laugh. Jed arrived around noon with Melina and Mattew to taste the cake. These two do not lose an opportunity to eat. You prepare a share for the boss of the newspaper. And serve a share for everyone, and then one for yourself. You each taste your turn a slice of the cake, and all the faces lit up with a beautiful smile.

“It's too good! I love this mix! Mango, Pineapple and Passion Fruit, it's too good!” said Mattew.  

“I'm not a particular fan of the passion fruit... but I admit that the mixture is well find! I like it very much!” continue Melina.  

“Me too! (Y/N) we must absolutely make this cake for the festival! I'm sure the whole city will enjoy it!” said Amy cheerfully.  

“Yes, why not... what do you think? Do you think it could work? You ask, looking at Jed.  

“It is very good... But at the level of presentation and decoration ... you should make it more colorful. to do it only in white, it's too much marriage cake. I'd be you I'll add a mango coulis, or a chocolate coulis, something that makes the cake more colorful. And given that it is in honor of the city... you could make mini monuments out of sugar dough? With the town hall at the very top. After that is only my opinion.” responds Jed, putting his glasses back on his nose.

“You’re right. Thanks Honey!  You’re the best!”

“By the way, what about the guy who broke the windows of the café? Any news?” asks Corey.

“Wilhelm cooked him for hours, the guy refused to say who he worked for. But hey anyway he's going to be judged and he's going to pay for the damage he's caused, as well as for assault and battery on you. He will take a few months in prison as a bonus.” said Melina.  

You all chat for a few more minutes before everyone leaves, Jed taking the slice of cake for his boss. In addition, he informed you to keep the remaining shares for both of you for later, but also that he will return very late tonight. The work... always work. During the day, Mr. Lawson phoned you to warn you that the new floor was installed and that the apartment was officially habitable. Tomorrow you can start living there and moving your belongings. Jed too. Fortunately, you had started to make boxes. On the other hand, you will have to ask your neighbours to help you for furniture a little too heavy.

As Jed advised you, you had made a chocolate coulis and a mango coulis for the cake, as well as the sugar dough decorations. And indeed, the result is magnificent, it makes it much more colorful and much better taste level. It's time to go home. for once, for a long time, you will be alone tonight... normally. Tonight, it will be a small rice salad, with tuna, corn and thin slices of tomatoes. Simple but effective, fresh and light too.

You watch tv a little while eating, just to have news from all over the world. And the news is not famous. It's sad. Once the meal is finished, and the dishes are done, you change to get ready to go to bed. Suddenly you feel a fresh wind stroking your arm, taking a shiver from you. When you head to the source of this slight cool wind, which came from your room, you find that the window was open.

“Miss me Sugar ?” said a man voice.  

“Long time no see... I thought you had finally found a new victim to harass. Whatever you still find the time to send me messages.” you respond, facing Ghostface which was leaning against the wall of the room, chuckling.  

“Don't forget my little gifts. You see I spent some... complicated nights. stalking, conspiring, killing... avenge. it's not easy the life of a murderer you know. My life during the day is no better either. So, I take a little break. And what better way to relax than to see my beautiful and sweet star.”

He approached you, gently taking you by the waist, suddenly bringing you closer against him. You hear him humming your neck, like an animal smelling its prey. You hear a noise near his face, a sign that he lifted his mask slightly. Suddenly you feel his tongue licking your neck which made you react. You try to get away from him, but his strength was far greater than yours.  

“You don't respect our market. It had been said one evening once that Hoggins would have died. Not before.” you said frowning.  

“And I intend to respect it! but... I need to relax... and I must give you a... a taste of what awaits you. It will be nothing compared to what I would do during our little... private evening.” He responds chuckling.  

“Don’t you dare...”

You don't have time to finish your sentence as he took your assault lips. If at first you did not let yourself be done, astonishingly you must be more docile after a few minutes, letting his tongue enter your mouth to play with yours. He pushed you gently on the bed, putting himself above you, without letting go of you. You feel his hand gently go down along your body, stroking your thigh. You can't help but take out a little moan between two kisses. He backed up his face, sneering, with a sneaky smile on his lips.

“Finally, you like it huh... you hide your game well. I like that. I love when a woman reveals herself to my eyes. You are like packed treats, which you have to unpack, again and again until you can finally enjoy it. And I intend to savor every piece of your fragile little body down to the smallest detail.” he said before resuming his assaults.

He unbuttoned his pants to throw them to the side before doing the same with your clothes. He left your lips to attack your chest. His hand went to caress your intimacy making you moan and lightly arch your back. You didn't want, you only want to, kick him in the head, push him back violently and call the police. Or Jed. But in your heart, you enjoyed all this. You don't want it to stop. You want it to last all night. You still feel guilty for Jed. If he learns that... who knows how he will react? If he gets angry... you are afraid of the consequences.

“Don't worry for your little boyfriend... He will never know about this . That will be our little secret, just you and me.”

He smiled at you before slowly bringing his face closer to your ear.

“Enjoy my sweet little star. I promise you that I will fill you until dawn.

Strangely you believe him. And strangely... you love it.

***

(Phew this week has been busy! between my driving hours and the few appointments, I didn't really have time to rest! As for the next fanfiction I would write, maybe I'll do it on Re8 Village with our dear Heisenberg ~ I might also do an intro instead of starting directly with Chapter 1! I'll see when I start writing! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)

[hockeyboistrash]

that night | k.h

summary: a wedding, a pregnancy test, and a bunch of nosey hockey players. what could possibly go wrong?

The venue was perfect for Jenny’s and Corey's wedding. It was classic but not over the top. There was also enough room for the whole Flyers organisation and the bride and groom's family. While Travis suggested having orange as the colour, Jen decided against that and instead chose a nice shade of purple, which you were grateful for being a bridesmaid and all.

A glass of champagne was put in your hand at some point but you put it down as soon as you saw Carter trying to get your attention. You were friends with some of the younger players on the team but you were more like an older sibling than anything else. You went over to him and he lead you to the downstairs bathroom where Travis and Nolan were. You sent the latter a questioning look who only responded with a shrug.

"Okay, why are you three hanging around in the bathroom? And why am I here?" You asked, folding your arms across your chest and glaring at the three of them when no one said anything.

"Well we may have overheard Corey freaking out about the wedding and then I found this." Travis said showing the pink stick in his hand. "We thought that maybe it’s Jenny's."

"I’m going to stop you right there. Firstly, you do know someone’s peed on that, right?" You started making him drop the stick and scrunch up his face in disgust. "And secondly, you shouldn’t speculate who's it is. No one is going to say anything, got it?" They all nodded, not wanting to have your wrath if they didn’t listen to you. You shooed them out of the bathroom, staying in there yourself for a moment. This was the last thing you needed on top of keeping the wedding on track.

After taking a breather you left the bathroom bumping into Kevin. "Is there a reason why you four were in there together?" He asked, a huge grin on his face. It was one you couldn’t help but reciprocate.

"I don’t even know myself." You said with a little laugh and Kevin joined in. His laugh warmed your chest, it was probably one of your favourite sounds. Once the laughter died down you sighed and the stress you were feeling was apparent.

"Here. You look like you could use this." Kevin said handing you his drink.

"I can’t." You hesitated. "I can relax tomorrow once all of this is over but thank you."

"At least slow down a little. Everything looks perfect." He assured you, putting his hand on your arm.

You sent him a tired smile placing your own hand over his, appreciating the contact. "I’ll try."

"Y/N..." Kevin started and you knew what he wanted to talk about but you weren’t ready for that conversation and in the middle of the wedding weekend was the worst place to have it.

"I’ve got to check on the kitchen, Kev." You told him before leaving him alone in the hallway. You weren’t denying that you were avoiding him. The inevitable conversation was one that you were going to push for as long as you can.

When Kevin came to Philadelphia and to the team you became fast friends. It wasn’t a friendship like you had with the younger players. They were more like your brothers whereas you were in love with Kevin. It was a cliche, you knew that, yet you couldn’t help it. You had fallen for him hard but you never said anything because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. This year hit differently when Kevin told you his plans of going to Boston over the summer. You knew it was going to happen, he did it last year. This time though you were going to miss him.

He came over the night before he had to leave for the airport. The two of you had dinner and now were watching a film, not that you were paying attention to it. He had is arm wrapped around you, pulling you so you were curled up next to him. It felt very domestic.

"What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?" Kevin asked, looking down at you with that goofy grin you love so much. Heat rose to your cheek at the thought of him catching you glancing at him throughout the evening.

"Just thinking about how quiet my apartment will be with you in Boston for the summer." You laughed.

"Take that back." He gasped although you could tell he was trying to hold back his own laughter.

"Make me." You grinned and Kevin saw that as a challenge as he started tickling you. Both of your laughter filled the apartment. It ended up with you laying on the couch with Kevin on top of you, his arms either side of you.

The alcohol you had earlier paired with the position you were now in had your inhibitions clouded. You looked up to see Kevin looking down at you with so much love in his eyes, or at least that’s what you perceived it to be. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and leaned forward, softly pressing a kiss onto his lips. He didn’t pull away, in fact he kissed you harder. Neither of you pulled away until you both needed air.

"Are you sure about this?" Kevin asked and you nodded. He placed his hands under your thighs so he was holding you as he carried you to your bedroom. Laying on your bed, he started undressing you, pressing kisses up your stomach and to your neck then lips.

You ended up snuggled into Kevin's side, his arm around you, mirrored to how you were on the couch. "I’m going to miss you." You mumbled in your sleepy state.

"I’ll miss you too, Y/N/N." He returned before falling asleep himself.

The next morning the space beside you was empty and cold. You couldn’t help but have a sinking feeling in your stomach when you saw that Kevin was gone before you woke up. The thought of him regretting last night plagued your thoughts until you saw a text from him.

You looked peaceful sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you. Call you when I land.

He also sent a picture of him on his flight pouting with the caption 'missing you already'.

Kevin did call when he landed and got settled back home but he didn’t mention the night before. Mind you, you didn’t either. It was a two way street so you could have easily said something yet you felt something holding you back, maybe it was thought of losing him as your friend and not having him in your life.

It was easier to hide behind a phone than seeing him in person. All the feelings you have suppressed from that night came back at full force. You missed the way he held you, the way his kisses felt. Being at a wedding surrounded by your friends didn’t help. This was the last place you wanted to talk.

Thankfully the pregnancy test that was found wasn’t brought up until after the ceremony. The toasts have been done and everyone was chatting amongst themselves having a good time, dancing stupidly to the dj for their Instagram stories. The bride and groom however were standing in the hallway just off to the side of the main room with you and a few others.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Corey asked.

"Tell you what?" Jen replied confused as to what he was on about.

"That you’re pregnant." He said and everyone’s eyes widened. Yours for a different reason though as you had told Travis to shut his big mouth about it.

"Because I’m not. Where is this coming from?"

"Teeks said he found a pregnancy test and-" He started before getting interrupted. While they were having this conversation you sent a glare to the young forward in question.

"Oh so if TK said it must be true?" Jen asked sarcastically. "And you, why did you just assume it was mine?" Travis shrugged at that and was about to say something when you sighed, having had enough. You shut your eyes momentarily feeling the start of a headache coming.

"It’s mine, okay?" You blurted out and silence fell upon the group. Everyone’s eyes were on you but it was Kevin's you felt drilling into you. It wasn’t confusion like everyone else’s but rather concern. "So can we please just drop it and carry on with this reception." You pleaded. Jen nodded along with the others before they headed back into the main room. You didn’t follow them though but rather made your way outside, tears threatening to fall.

You knew without looking that Kevin followed you outside. He didn’t say anything and instead wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest. The two of you stood like that in silence until you ran out of tears and you stayed like that with your head on his chest.

"I’m not pregnant." You mumbled. Kevin was surprised momentarily that you spoke up, certain that he’d have to try and get you to speak. "It was a false positive."

"Why didn’t you tell me?" He asked carefully. You knew what he was asking so he didn’t need to elaborate.

"I- I was scared." You admitted. You moved so you were looking at him but still had your arms wrapped around his waist. "We didn’t talk about that night and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship."

Kevin nodded, taking a moment to think about how he wanted to say this. "That night wasn’t just a one time thing for me, Y/N. I hated that I had to leave the next day especially without talking to you about it. Then I called you and I was too much of a wimp to say anything because like you I was fucking scared. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Just know that I love you and have done since I first met you."

"I love you too, Kev." You said, leaning up to softly kiss him.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #462

i am way too tired to mentally flip through lyrics to put here, rip

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) I have zero idea. When did you last travel alone? Where were you going? The last time I visited Sara in Illinois. Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes. What was the first color you ever dyed your hair? I think I got purple highlights? What was the first social media site you ever used? MySpace. Do you have any exes you really regret dating? One. Of all your friends & family, who has the most nicely-decorated home? Sara's house is lovely. Have you ever been catcalled? No. Are you allergic to any dogs? I might be. Have you ever touched a plant and had hives shoot up your arm? No. Do you think dragonflies are cool? Absolutely! What’s your favorite thing to draw? Meerkats!! Did you toss your hat in the air at graduation? Not high. I wanted to keep it. Do you like fudge? I CAN FUCKING DESTROY SOME FUDGE. Are you an affectionate person? Very. Name something you have to do today: Girt and I are hangin', making fun of bad Netflix anime and going to Buffalo Wild Wings. :^) Would you ever write to a death row inmate? No. People don't get on death row for no reason. I ain't got shit to say to them. Do you reckon online friendships are real? No fucking shit. Most of my most genuine friendships began online. Do you like Slipknot? Yep. Can we talk about how fuckin BADASS Corey's new mask is btw?????????? What do you think of Gorillaz? I like "Feel Good Inc." and one other song I can't remember the name of. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? BOTH!!!!! :') What is the cutest Halloween costume for a baby to wear? GUYS I recently saw a picture of a little baby dressed up as a Little Oogie Boogie and it made my ovaries cry. Which of your friends is the tallest? Which of them is the shortest? Jesus, Girt is a giant. I don't know about my shortest... If you could re-paint your bedroom, what color would you choose? Pastel pink. :') What has been the best night of your life so far? Why? Probably something sexual so let's keep it on the down low lmfaooo Would you ever even think about taking part in a wet t-shirt contest? Uh, no. Even if I WAS confident in my body. Is you hair color the same as it was when you were a baby? No. It was dirty blonde. Have you ever been in trouble for being too loud? Ha, yeah, at school with friends. Not big trouble or anything, we were just hushed. Did you ever attend a wedding that was a complete disaster? No. What is something that you were surprised you were able to do? Hm. What is the most bullshit-sounding true fact that you know? Male cats have spiked penises lkasdjfal;kje;kjwr it's something to do with preventing other tomcats from mating with her. What Oreo flavor is your favorite? Gimme that Double Stuffed, friend. Sour gummy worms or plain gummy worms? SOUR. Ever been in a talent show? How many times? What did you do? Nope. Ever try out for the talent show and not make it? Did you cry? Nope. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever cried about? Y'all when I was a very little kid, during my older sister's b-day party, I sobbed because I couldn't pin the tail properly on the donkey lmaoooo How do you feel about the use of nuclear weapons? Absolutely fucking barbaric. What song has the most meaning to you? "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy Osbourne. What is your favourite dinosaur? Spinosaurus!!!! :') Have you ever made bread? No. Has anything ever fallen asleep on you? Pets, a baby I was watching after, and Jason. Ever been dominated in a game you were/are really good at? yep alskdjfla;jwej Have you ever decided to set fire to something out of anger? No. Would you rather be a house pet or a wild animal? Wild animal, I guess? Have you ever listened to a group of chanting monks? I haven't. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? Probably of Teddy. I've still yet to decide on the total design of his tribute tat I'm getting. Do you like the smell of men’s colognes better than woman’s perfumes? I think so, yeah. How mad would you be if someone copied your original work (story, poem)? I'd be pretty fuckin pissed. Have you ever blown something up in science class? Ha, no. Have you ever gotten a serious wound from shaving? Not serious, no. Have you invented anything, only to find out it actually exists? I feel like I have? Ever realize you never truly LOVED your first love? Absolutely not. I loved him. Would you want a Bachelor/Bachelorette party before you get married? Sure, sounds fun. Do you prefer pads, tampons or something else? As of very recently, I returned to using pads. I used tampons for most of my maturity, but I got annoyed with them for TMI reasons and resorted back to pads, even though I don't like them either. Have you ever dated a model? No. What is your ultimate goal in life? To die happy with my life and what I (hopefully) accomplished. What colour are the socks you’re wearing today? I’m not wearing any. Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? Girt. It was something regarding how I once considered doing the suicide mission at BWW where you eat a select number of their hottest wings, but I didn't wanna die via chicken. :^) Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I'm average in height. I wouldn't change it, nah. Especially now that Girt and I are together the ridiculous height difference is hilarious but also cute lmao. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Like, while I was there? No. Have you ever had casual sex? Nahhhh. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Chocolate. @_@ When you think of your childhood, are the memories mostly happy or sad? Mostly happy, I guess. What is it like being you? Is it enjoyable? It's very boring with few sources of joy. What are your thoughts on the cause of homosexuality? I would *assume* it's a genetic mutation. Reason being, having a romantic partnership without the ability to reproduce defies the motives of science. There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING, wrong with said (and hypothetical) genetic mutation, though. Mutations are just another part of science. They occur naturally. What subjects did you find most interesting in school? Least? Most interesting: literature/English (especially reading like, old mythology and epics and stuff like that), LOTS of branches of science (but primarily genetics), art, and I looooved my four semesters of German. Least: ANY and ALL math, history, economics, social studies... that kind of stuff. Which do you enjoy more–hot or cold beverages? Cold, for sure. What were some of your favorite bands from childhood? Green Day was one. Would you be more afraid of drowning or being buried alive? Buried alive, for sure. It would be much, much slower. Should you really be doing something more productive right now? Well, I SHOULD be sleeping. Today's going to be a long day, because when Girt comes over, he has a tendency to not leave until like fuckin midnight or later alksdjfl;waje Have you ever lived out of your car? No. Does your family own more than two houses? HUNNY we r poor. A relative just committed a very serious crime, do you turn them in? It depends on the exact crime, but odds are, yes. If you're endangering others, byyyyeeee. You’re in the woods, alone, at night…are you honestly not afraid? Bitch I'm terrified. I have zero survival skills. You are on life support, what would you want a loved one to do about it? For the love of god, please kill me. Your child has only a while to live, do you still enroll them in school? That would be up to them. Also, define "a while." How would you feel if you met your idol and they ended up being rude? WELP I have a tattoo in his honor so that would suck ass lmao According to the tale, was Eve wrong for eating and sharing the apple? "God was wrong for even setting up an apple tree and making up rules in the first place." <<<< There ya go. And the punishment was fucking ludicrously extreme. Are you working on any goals? Yes. I'm currently going to the gym regularly to try and better my physical health and then find a job. I know that being connected sounds odd, but trust me: I can barely carry out very simple tasks just because I have absolutely ZERO stamina to do almost anything. I need energy and endurance. I'm also working towards developing some self-love. Which parent named you? I wanna say my mom. Are you currently frustrated with someone? I mean, myself. Aforementioned self-love is hard. I'm just annoyed my head is so reluctant to accept that I'm not a piece of shit for a million reasons. Why have most of your past relationships ended? They all ended for different reasons, really. Are you having any online conversations, currently? I'm not. What’s on your mind? I'm just tired and going back to bed real soon. Have you ever had an argument with a teacher? No.

[baylegend]

Bayley & Sasha: Heroes & Villains

“There’s no stronger connection”

Sasha returned to WWE with a vengeance. She came back for everything that had ever been taken from her and Bayley was on that list. Her partner and team mate had been separated from her after Wrestlemania. That was why she was irritated during the backstage interview that night. Not only was she watching Becky Lynch, carry the title she wants but she also has to endure Becky tagging with her best friend.

Bayley is the only person Sasha has ever cared about. Last year she said she would always love Bayley. Even before what transpired at the end of the match, you could see her concern for Bayley when she got thrown out of the ring by Nikki. So when Bayley took the chair from her, Sasha didn’t understand. To her, it seemed like her best friend wasn’t on her side anymore. But Bayley stayed loyal and finished the job for her.

“My Hero”

Sasha has always called Bayley her hero. And Bayley has been her hero - protecting her from getting hurt and even putting her own body on the line to save Sasha. But Bayley has also protected her in another way. Bayley knew Sasha had been fighting back this side of her we’ve been seeing lately. Bayley was the one stopping her from returning to her old ways. Whenever Sasha would lose her temper, Bayley would calm her down. She knew that once she let it out, there would be no going back. So not only was she always protecting Sasha from harm, she was protecting The Boss from herself. Look at the damage Sasha has done since she returned. What she did and said to Natalya was unforgivable. She has been ruthless because she was on her own. The door has been opened and the only person who can close it is Bayley. Which is why when Bayley snatched the chair from Sasha, it didn’t just look like she was saving Becky, it was like she was once again saving Sasha from herself.

But that wasn’t the case. Bayley has changed. She supports the depravity now. She encouraged Sasha to attack Charlotte on Smackdown. Even Sasha was surprised. All this time she had been trying to be “good” because she didn’t want to lose Bayley. But now she knows her best friend sees the real her and still loves her. Now she’s going to be unstoppable.

Loyalty

While Sasha is finally showing her true colours, Bayley has evolved. Ever since she got on Smackdown, she’s shown a more a more aggressive side. Being this way has helped her accomplish so much over the past couple of months. And though her partnership with Sasha toughened her up and made her wiser, she’s been on this path alone. But she’s always going to have Sasha’s back no matter what. She proved that when she attacked Becky. But was it all about Sasha?

“If you don’t understand me by now...”

This descent into darkness began months ago. It all started after they lost the tag team titles and Sasha left WWE. The night after Wrestlemania, Bayley had a match with Alexa. Throughout that match Alexa mocked her for losing the belts, and you could see how frustrated Bayley was. Then she did something she had never done before. Something very out of character for her. She tried to cheat to win. It didn’t work out and she lost the match, but that was the first sign. Even Corey Graves pointed it out: “Isn’t she supposed to be the hero and the role model?” Losing the tag titles did something to Sasha and Bayley. It made Sasha return to her old ways and something snapped inside Bayley.

That’s why she has been so very aggressive when people doubt her. Whether it’s pushing Charlotte off a chair, smacking a drink out of Alexa’s hand, or hitting Nikki Cross first, Bayley hasn’t taken anyone’s crap since Wrestlemania. Pushing Sonya and Mandy off of the ladder, sucker-punching Charlotte and getting even with Ember are not things the old Bayley would have done. She was frustrated when she lost the tag titles and she’s frustrated now as she’s trying to prove that she deserves to be the Smackdown Women’s Champion. All of this has been building up inside of her. Like a ticking timebomb. So when she saw the opportunity to not only show her loyalty to Sasha, but to let it all out, she took it.

She’s been going down this dark path on her own for a while and Sasha just happens to be along for the ride now. Its not just about being loyal to Sasha. It’s about being better than Charlotte and being treated like Becky. It’s about being respected. She has always wanted people to take her seriously and now she’s going to force them to. But how far is she willing to go?

“Think about the kids”

The next night Bayley came out with smiles and the Bayley-Buddies like normal. After all nothing has changed, to her. Her promo on Smackdown revealed two things we already know: that she’s loyal to Sasha and she’s a role model. She’s trying to teach kids about loyalty. She doesn’t think anything she’s done is wrong. She’s always been the good guy, the role model, the hero. She doesn’t understand why people don’t get that. To her, she’s not the villain here, Charlotte is.

Charlotte also said something that stuck out that night: “what you see is what you get”. You know what to expect when it comes to Charlotte. And that used to be applicable to Bayley. But now you have this person with a very child-friendly aesthetic hitting people first and attacking them with weapons. It’s almost like the Firefly Funhouse, everything is “supposed” seem cute and perfect but you know it’s not. That unsettling feeling you get is because you know there’s darkness underneath. That’s what’s happening with Bayley right now and it makes her an even more interesting character. She’s unpredictable. Sasha didn’t know what Bayley was going to do when she took the chair out of her hands. She also didn’t expect Bayley to encourage her the next night on Smackdown. People think Sasha is going to betray her sooner or later, now that she’s changed, Bayley might end up being the traitor.

Heroes and Villains

So what’s happening with Bayley? She’s not the ‘babyface’ anymore but she doesn’t “look” like the typical heel. Why? Because she’s delusional. She still sees herself as the hero despite her recent actions.

Is she still the hero but just isn’t playing by the book anymore? No, it’s way more complicated than that. She’s become self-righteous. Comparing herself to Charlotte shows that. Like “hey I know it looks like I’m doing some bad stuff but at least I’m not Charlotte, right?” She has become a hypocrite. And she’s somewhat aware of it. If she was still connected to her moral compass she wouldn’t align herself with Sasha, she would be trying to stop her. She’s living in this state of semi-denial.

But does that make her the “bad guy”? After all, she cares about elevating her title and she still cares about kids. And if Bayley is the bad guy here, what does that mean for Charlotte? Charlotte the evil Queen is definitely not the one we’re supposed to root for in this story, right? It all just shows people can be more than one thing.

It seems like WWE is slowly moving away from the labels of babyfaces and heels. Look at Becky Lynch who starts fights and insults everyone. Does that make her a bad guy? Then we have Sasha Banks who says heartless things to people and does whatever she can to hurt them, yet still has a soft spot for Bayley. That doesn’t make her actions inexcusable. Even Alexa Bliss who used to only look out for herself has evolved. Now she shows concern for Nikki and even saves her when she’s in trouble. These characters aren’t one-dimensional anymore. Things aren’t as black and white as they used to be. And Bayley is an example of that. Right now, she’s somewhere in the middle. She’s not ‘good’ but she’s not ‘evil’. Not yet.

[crewhonk]

Bet (3/4)

Summary: Spirit Week begins at Midtown High and YN and Bucky are the most competitive 

Words: 3.9K

Warnings: butt touching, hufflepuff bashing, hufflepuff pride, (for Gio, harry potter references)

Previous Part 

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The week started with a new agency in the air of Midtown High, not only for the students, who arrived in their third-period classes with a new gusto in their step but also the teachers— two specifically. 

YN YLN and Bucky Barnes opened their Literature and Physics classes with no books, no pens and all eyes on them. 

“Okay, guys,” YN said, closing the doors. “We’ll be doing classwork only on Tuesday and Thursday this week as you know it is spirit week.” She smiled as Michelle looked put out and placed her book back into her backpack. “I haven’t graded your journals from the summer yet, but they will be done at some point.” The class laughed as she went on. 

“So, We’re a part of the yellow team this year, which means I need each of you to bring me as many yellow things to fill up this class. By the end of the week, we’re going to be given points based on how many theme-colour things we have which will help us win. Also, any non-perishable food items count as double points, as there is going to be a food donation bin.” She said, taking off her cardigan and throwing it over her chair. 

She watched with amusement as several of the students in her class started taking off sweaters and pulling out anything yellow from their bags as they could, placing it on her desk. 

“Nope. Put your socks back on, Ray.” She laughed, watching as the class (including Rayshaun) giggled to themselves playfully. Michelle put her hand in the air, and YN smiled before nodding at her.

“What’s up, Michelle?” 

“Well, none of our previous teachers cared too much about spirit week— why do you care so much?” She asked and the rest of the class fell into silence. 

“Well,” I have a bet with your really attractive physics teacher, “I think it’s a really good way to get excited about something at school. I know how much it sucks sometimes so this is something I want you guys to get excited about. And, since it’s your senior year, I’ll make sure if you guys win, you’ll be getting not only a decent prize from Principal Danvers but a sizeable prize from myself.” There was an excited chittering around the class and YN smirked, knowing now that her class would pull themselves together just a bit. 

There was a knock on the door, and YN looked up to see none other than Bucky, poking his head in. He looked her up and down, drinking in her bare arms and shorter skirt and licking his lips before putting a cocky smirk on his face and raising his eyebrows. 

“Ready to lose, YLN?” He crooned and the class fell silent. His group was behind him, giggling quietly to each other. 

“Not really, no— it’s why I’m not going to.” YN shrugged easily, walking towards the door, much to the thrill of her kids. He straightened up when she stopped in front of him, one hand on the door and the other on her hip. 

“You sure about that, Ms YLN? I have a pretty good group with me. Smart. Determined.” He licked his lips as a smile pulled over her face— evil, taunting, teasing. 

“I don’t need to overcompensate for mine, Barnes. Get ready to lick your wounds.” She hummed, and before he could make anything inappropriate, she shut the door in his face and turned around to her class. 

“You guys ready to show him what you’re made of?” She asked, and was greeted with a wall of cheers and laughs and excited chatting. 

Good.

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The first challenge was pretty easy— yellow. By the time the third period rolled around on Tuesday that week, YN’s class was filled to the brim. There were flowers littering every window sill and covering her desk. In clear bins, sat piles of clothes and shoes and (clean) socks. There were two yellow bikes by the door and there were a few yellow blankets and pillows over the couches of her class. Adding with the windows open, the soft autumn breeze and city ambience, YN YLN’s classroom as slowly becoming the brightest, happiest class in the school. 

They had been reading together again, today and what she had said about excitement about Spirit Week lifting her students' spirits soon came to be true. They were happier entering the class, and they participated more in their work. She marked their journals easily and lightly, and handed them back at the end of class, glowing with pride over the fact that there wasn’t a mark under a B-.

YN practically skipped to the staff room, yellow skirt flowing around her knees. Her hair was loose for the first time today— the top half in a bun and the lower half bouncing with each step. She entered the staff room and walked to the fridge, pulling her lunch and strolling easily to the table where Natasha (wearing red), Sam (also wearing yellow), Steve (wearing blue), and finally Bucky who looked dashing in his green t-shirt. 

“I’ll have you guys know,” she said, smiling and setting her bag on the table. “My class is so going to win. Have you seen my classroom?”

Natasha made a disappointed noise in the back of her throat and glared at the food YN took out. “Yeah, what the hell is up with that? It’s like the sun from Teletubbies shit all over your classroom.”

“Team spirit, Natasha.” She said, faking sympathy. Sure, Nat’s head may be red, but her classroom was not. 

“It’s very Hufflepuff of you to be so proud of the colour yellow, you know.” Bucky piped up, a cock-sure smirk on his face. 

YN’s jaw dropped and she glared at him. “I’ll have you know I’m Slytherin sun with a Gryffindor moon and I take great offence to that, thank you very much.” 

He leaned back and laughed, hair falling over his shoulders and hands on his stomach. Despite her playful irritation, YN couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her stomach over the idea of him wanting to take her out. Him wanting to make her smile, and make her turn into a pool of putty over dinner. 

“Hufflepuffs are… nice.” He said, continuing to chuckle and YN threw a napkin at him. 

“You’re going down, Barnes.” She grumbled, a smile on her face despite the threat. 

“Maybe so.” He winked and YN’s face flushed bright red at the connotation of his words. There was a period of silence before Steve cleared his throat. 

“Um, what the hell just happened?”

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By Wednesday, YN felt as if she was drowning in yellow. Her kids had picked up the slack of most other classes, and she heard from Laura as the class settled down that the only real competition they had was from Mr. Barnes and his physics class. 

“Why is he the only competition, Ms. YLN?” Corey asked with a smirk, and YN pretended to not know the answer. 

“I really don’t know.” She answered quickly and the kids in front of her rolled their eyes in apparent unison. “What?” She laughed. 

“Come on, Ms. YLN. He chirps you in the hallway, he interrupts class to judge us, he’s been asking us how we’ve been so good if we run into him. With all due respect, he likes you!” Flash pointed out and YN wanted nothing more but for the ground under her to swallow her whole. 

“No, he doesn’t.” She said, sternly. The hardness of her voice was betrayed by the heat of her cheeks. 

“He’s as jocky as they come and he flirts like a jock.” Michelle said, not bothering to raise her hand and YN coughed. It was covered by the sounds of protest from the student athletes in her class, however, so nobody paid her too much mind. 

“Anyways!” She interrupted the class and they all looked at her. “Have you guys heard what the challenge is yet?” 

“You don’t know?” Asked a voice from the back of the class and she only shook her head. 

“We’re supposed to be getting a card and materials from Mrs. Danvers soon, so I guess we’ll find out soon.”

Just as she finished, a knock sounded from the door, and YN walked quickly over to answer it, revealing Bucky, who was repping his class with green sneakers. He had his arms full of two of every material and YN raised her eyebrows. 

“What’s all this?” She asked, and she took the materials he was holding with his left arm— all yellow. 

“Your materials for the challenge. Oh! And the card is in my pocket.” He smirked and YN handed the materials to the closest student. After shutting the classroom door and stepping out, she reached into his hoodie pocket and when she came up empty handed, she glared at him. 

“Back pocket, doll.” He murmured, voice quiet and out of reach of prying ears. She glared harder and grit her teeth despite the red heat flooding her face. 

“That is innapropraite, Mr. Barnes.” She chastised and he only shrugged. 

“Okay, I guess the plans are for me to decide then!” He started backing away, and YN followed him, shutting the door behind her. 

“Give me the card, Barnes.” She demanded, holding her hand out and waiting for him to stop acting like a child. 

“I’m thinking of bowling. Or roller skating. Then a nice dinner by the harbour and then maybe, if I’m lucky and pick the date properly, a kiss goodnight. But, I think it would be more satisfying if I won justly, you know?” He asked, turning around and walking slowly down the hall. In his back pockets, she saw that there was one yellow card and one green card in each pocket and nope, she definitely didn’t notice how round his ass was. 

“Like, I like to earn my win.” He continued, and YN darted forward (and very careful not to touch his jean-clad butt) and picked the card out of his pocket. He spun around quickly, and she held up the envelope in between her fingers, smirk on her face at his aghast expression. 

“I don’t bowl, Barnes. I think a walk in the gardens with some coffee and then dinner, and then, if you behave, a kiss goodnight. Have fun losing.” She smiled and pranced back to her door, looking back at him to see his jaw on the floor and a flush on his cheeks. Did his hair seem a little messy, or was that her imagination. 

With a wink, she closed the door and turned to her class who were waiting for a report with bated breath. 

“I got the card. We have to win this, guys.” She said, holding up the card to show the and there was a moment of silence before the class got up and burst into action. 

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There was a pile of clay, a few tubs of dollar store paint, and a long sheet of yellow poster paper. The card read three things;

Make a mascot

Make a poster

Make a cheer

Wait for further instruction. 

So, she let the class divided themselves evenly into three groups, and there was a steady stream of chanting, music and chatter through the hour and a half they had left. She watched them, moving from group to group slowly and commenting on what the students were working on. She had even knelt to the floor and taken a paintbrush to help the Poster Team neaten up their letters and accidentally smudged pink paint on her cheek (much to the amusement of her kids). 

The chant was going well— the drama kids had all gathered and written lyrics easily and were now coming up with choreography that YN had to tell them to simplify for the rest of the class. They did, and when they did a full run through for the class at the end of the period, they were greeted with cheers. 

Next, the mascot sculpture made YN howl with laughter. Michelle had taken lead on this one, and YN glowed with pride at how quickly Michelle had come out of her bubble in the past three days. Everyone had followed her lead, coming up with designs and colour scheme for the clay they were working with, and when YN was called over to check up on it, a wide smile spread across her face. 

“A badger?”

“Well, since our colour is yellow, and so is Hufflepuffs from Harry Potter, we thought it would be cute to make our little guy a badger!” Alice piped up and the rest of the team seemed to be in full agreement. 

“And you guys all agreed?” She asked the rest of the group and they nodded their heads. 

“Well, we thought everyone would make something that dealt with their colours, so this would stand out,” Ray said. 

“I like it, guys. Wait, hold on.” She said, rushing to her desk and grabbing a spool of yellow ribbon from one of her kid's moms’ sewing kit. She placed it on the desk and pointed at it lazily. 

For when the paint and clay dries maybe we can make him a scarf or something!” She smiled and two of the girls watching and working on their biology homework beside Michelle who was working on the badger ‘awe’d’ loudly. 

She returned to her desk, then and saw a text from Bucky. Looking up at her class to see they were all occupied by one thing or another, she unlocked her phone to see a sculpture of a snake coiled around something that looked like a trophy base. 

‘Slytherins are the superior house, and it’s going to crush your little yellow badgers.’

‘oh, barnes you have no idea what’s coming. excited for the gardens : ).’

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For the next two days, YN was sure to keep her blinds and doors shut and locked while she wasn’t in the class. The yellow and banners and sculpture were making the room seem small and bright and she wanted to keep it a secret— a surprise so she could see the devastation on Bucky’s face. 

On Friday, she was already in her class when the periods changed, and she watched in amazement as five kids walked in with shopping carts— half of which were full with as many yellow foods and food packages as they could buy. 

“We’re going to put them in the donation box!” Flash smiled as YN covered her mouth. 

“Guys, how much did this cost you?” She asked warily, tears in her eyes about how much she adored her class. 

“Nothing! Flash, Carly and Samantha all told their parents about what was going on and they bought it all with their credit cards!” Laura piped up and YN coolant help but jump up and down. 

“Guys! You are so good and great and you’re blowing my minds this week. Even if we lose today, I’m so, so, so proud of you all for everything you’ve done.” She cooed and they all preened at her praise. After a moment, she wiped the corners fo her eyes and clapped her hands. 

“Okay, so we’re going to be called down to the courtyard soon, but we should start loading up the food into one cart so we have room for everything else we can’t carry.” She instructed and began helping them fill the carts with clothes and blankets and food and everything yellow that filled her room. She even took some books off of her personal bookshelf and threw them in. 

They were called down soon enough, and with Michelle and Herbert the Badger leading the train, she walked down to the centre court and met the rest of the school. There were spots designated for each class, and she found it hard to fit all of her things in the one spot they were given. Flash had written on a piece of paper that the cart of food belonged to them and placed it over by the donation spot. 

YN was over the moon about her class. The other classes were gathered near their spots, and at most could only fill two of her five-plus shopping carts. She was over the moon until Bucky’s class joined them. 

His class seemed to have had the same idea with their five shopping carts full of green and boxes of things. They made their way to the spit across from YN, and YN wanted to smack the smirk right off Bucky’s face. 

“Nice badger, YLN. Very Hufflepuff.” He smiled, and a few of the class jeered playfully. 

“We’re proud to be Hufflepuffs, you know!” She smirked back. “I see you don’t have a cart for donations? Pity.” She pouted at him and his eyes flittered over her haul, and his eyes squinted. 

“I only see four carts.” He said, and she pointed towards the donations box. His eyes widened and his shoulders slumped when he saw the mountain of yellow food beside the box and he looked to curse himself under his breath. 

“Donation items are with double points, did you know that?” She crooned and her class watched the exchange gleefully. 

“Fine. Okay, sure— but we still have the outdoor activities to do, you know. You can’t really do too much in a skirt, can you?” He tried to tease and she picked up her backpack laying by the wall. 

“I can, but I did bring pants for this very occasion, Barnes.” She smirked and his cheeks darkened. Of course, he thought as she pulled out a pair of tight-looking leggings. Of course, she would know that it would distract him.

“May the best person win.”

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They were ushered out onto the race track as the TA’s stayed back and counted the teams' items, adding up the points. The Office workers would also be staying back to grade and judge the sculptures and banners. Principal Danvers greeted them as they walked out, and explained the stations they would be at. There would be an egg-race, a potato-sack race, a rocket launch accuracy challenge (bottle rockets provided), a set of beach volleyball (three sets, best out of three), and finally a performance for Danvers of their cheer. 

The teams were numbered off, and four to. Station they set off to their stations, and the kids were overjoyed to see that YLN and Barnes were paired along with Stark and Lang. 

“You guys aren’t allowed to tear each other's throats out, okay?” Steve mumbled to both of you as you passed. 

“Or kiss in front of the kids.” Scott piped up and YN laughed. 

“Who said anything about kissing, huh?” Bucky barked and YN looked at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh come on,” Scott said simply, turning back to his group. 

“Are we really that obvious?” Bucky asked YN and she could have facepalmed at his adorable oblivion.  

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“One, Two, Three… GO!” Shouted the school counsellor, Wanda and ran quickly out of the way of the charging kids. The classes had been divided in two for each challenge, and since Bucky and YN’s classes were both made of 25, they joined the smaller half and cheered not he current group who were sprinting across a section fo field trying to not knock their egos off of their spoons. The relay went quickly, as the half that just went seemed to be comprised largely of the student athletes. 

Steve’s class had won that round, YN coming next followed by Bucky and Scott. YN simply smirked and patted Bucky’s shoulder comfortingly. 

“It’s okay, champ. There’s something that comes from being a loser, I’m sure.” She hummed and he shoved her arm away from him with a smile on his face. 

The next station was the bottle rockets, and of course, Bucky’s team came out on top, and YN’s team came out on the bottom. He patted her head and she smacked his arm. 

“You’re going to look so cute in bowling shoes, YLN.”

The next round was volleyball, and it was styled like a tournament. Thankfully, YN had the most volleyball players in this round, and they won by a small margin next to Scotts class. 

Next was the potato sack races, and YN found herself competing against none other than Bucky. They were up next, both Peter and Michelle hopping next to each other and laughing at each other loudly. YN and Bucky were screaming encouragement at them and as they arrived at the same time, YN jumped into he sack and pulled it around her waist. 

“I’ll go easy on you, okay do— YLN?” Bucky said helping Peter out of his sack and getting into it. She huffed out a breath and stood fully. 

“Don’t you dare go easy on me, Barnes.” She snarled competitively and gave a great leap forward. She heard Bucky curse behind her and start himself and by the time that she had met the end and jumped three times to the end, Bucky had caught up with her. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” He huffed, leaping with great effort beside her. The cheering of their classes grew louder as the approached them and YN only jumped harder. 

“Oh, come on, Doll. Talk to me.” He joked and she only added more strength to her jumps. Bucky kept by her side easily. 

“I’m thinking of Italian. Maybe Mexican? Something with cilantro.” He panted lightly. 

“Stop talking. Do you ever stop talking?” She asked as they neared the finish line. 

“NOPE” He shouted and just before he could give on great leap that would place him before her on the red tape, he tripped, fell face forward, and YN won.

She laughed loudly as she stumbled out of her potato sack as the kids shrieked with joy at their hot physics teacher picking grass out of his mouth and laying flat on his back. She walked over and leaned over him, smiling down at him and he looked up sheepishly. 

“You okay, Barnes?” She asked and he was quiet for a moment before he let out one giggle. YN’s mouth dropped at the sound and at her reaction, more giggled flowed from his chest and soon, YN, Steve, Scott and their classes joined him. 

YN held out her hand and helped him to his feet and he jumped up, breathlessly laughing. The sun shone in his eyes and his smile was bright as he looked down to YN who seemed breathless in a different way. 

“What?” He asked, watching as she seemed unable to form human words. “Do I have something on my face?”

She looked from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes and shook her head, letting stray hairs float around her face as she stepped back. 

“No, I— I asked if you were okay?” She replied weakly and he chuckled, and bumped her chin with the side of his knuckle. 

“I’m all good, Doll face.”

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The teams were gathered around in the centre court after the events. Several noses were burnt from the shining sun, and Bucky seemed keen on explaining what happened after the potato sack race to annoying who seemed to care to listen. It was only when Danvers climbed up on one of the tables that his rapidly-exaggerating storytelling came to a halt. 

“So, I’ve gotten all the points counted! I don’t think there’s too much surprise in the results, but here we go! Fourth place, with 231 points is Mr. Banner and his Physics second stream class!” There was a roar of applause from their class as the others clapped politely. Bucky came to stand beside YN and he nudged her side playfully. 

“Third, with 280 points is Mr. Odinson and his PE class!” There was a more excited clapping from the crowd this time around as they grew closer and closer to the winner of Spirit Week. 

“Second, with a smattering number of 788 points is……” She paused for dramatic effect, and Bucky and YN were full on pushing each other at this point.

“Stop pushing me, you’re going to miss the announcement!” YN hissed, a smile on her face. 

“I’ll do what I want— especially when she says your name and I get announced as first place!” He grinned and shoved her once more just as Carol read,

“Mr. Barnes and his honours physics class!” The room seemed to slow down for Bucky, then. His class, though disappointed with their loss of first place cheered to themselves. However, it was the look of elation that spread over YN’s face that made time stop. Her eyes crinkled and shone up at him and a smug smile bloomed on her face as she turned to look up at him. 

“And finally, first place with 952 points is Ms. YLN and her honours literary class!” YN punched Bucky’s arm gently and he blinked himself out of his slow motion moment so that he could hear her speak. 

“I’ll be picking you up at 3:00 tomorrow, Barnes! Oh, boy it’s going to be so good.” She hopped up and down and he watched her with soft eyes as she was pulled away from him and into the arms of her cheering kids. Michelle received a full on hug from her and soon, Herbert the Badger was hoisted up high into the air as the class jumped together in elation, YN swallowed by her adoring class, but still looking at him. Still smiling at him. 

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[smileyoongle]

•••(Ａ ＢＴＳ Ｏｎｅ Ｓｈｏｔ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ)•••

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(ᴋɪᴍ sᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ- ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ)

The rain poured heavily, thunder lighting up the sky occasionally as the trees in the forest swayed. Jin stared at the water hitting the now muddy ground, his tears being barely visible in the rain. It had been almost a couple hours since he ran out of his house, a couple hours since he had lost control of his growing powers and a couple hours since he ended up hurting his mother. He shifted his gaze to the sky above which was dark and reflected his sadness. He had been trying hard for months to control his powers but they seemed to be growing with no end.

Come home, Jin. Mother's awake and she wants to see you. You've been gone for too long.

Jin clenched his jaw when he heard his brother's voice in his head. Sometimes he really wished telepathy wasn't possible. Ignoring the pleading tone in his brother's voice, Jin blocked out that part of his mind. He saw the goosebumps on his arms but gave no mind to them. The rain didn't seem to end anytime soon and the tree under which he sat wasn't helping either. The droplets of water trickled their way between the leaves and landed on him. He took in a deep shaky breath, the image of his mother's unconscious body flashing in his mind. She was a strong witch, probably the strongest where he lived so it was a shock when she was unable to protect herself from him. While a thousand thoughts ran through his brain, the place where he sat went under some sort of change. Jin furrowed his brows and looked around to see the hues of bright pink, yellow and gold dancing in the air. It wasn't some strange natural phenomenon, it was someone's aura. He awed at the beautiful colours, wondering whose aura could be so pure.

You emerged from between the trees, scanning around the small clearing for any sign of life before your eyes landed on the black figure sitting beneath a tree. You gasped and placed your hand on your chest. "Gosh! You scared me." You stated once you saw the man's face clearly. Jin followed your every move before clearing his throat and looking away, not even caring to acknowledge you. You raised your eyebrows at his rude behaviour and moved closer to him, suddenly feeling very down and tired. Jin had other problems on his mind rather than dealing with a beautiful strange girl who probably wouldn't understand anything even if he explained. After a minute, when you refused to ignore his presence and continued to stare at him, Jin sighed and turned to face you. "What do you want?" He hissed, making you flinch. Your eyes widened at the irritation he expressed when you hadn't even done anything. You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue in annoyance. "Maybe if you ask me politely, I'd let you know." You replied, giving him a sarcastic smile. He chuckled bitterly to himself and stood up, making you take a step backwards. You crossed your arms and glared at him. "Suit yourself." He said and shrugged, turning away to leave.

"Hey!" You yelled and jogged behind him, making him abruptly turn to you. You let out a frustrated sigh and slumped. "If you can't tell already, I'm lost. Help me get back to the town guesthouse and I'll help you with whatever your problem is." You said, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He hesitated a little before facing away from you. "I'm headed in that direction. Follow me." He said, nodding ahead of him. You nodded and followed him quietly. But there was one thing you really despised. Silence. And before it became overbearing for you, you decided to break it. "So, mind telling me what's bothering you?" You asked, wincing when you heard him groan. Jin had hoped you would keep your mouth shut the whole way. "I don't need your help." He mumbled, pushing aside a few branches that came in his way. The rain had reduced to a drizzle now, only adding to how uncomfortable you felt in your wet clothes. You almost ran to walk beside the stranger, trying to get him to tell you why he was mad. You weren't naïve, you knew what you were doing. It was a simple trick of pushing someone to the edge only to have them catapult back at you. Seeing how upset and furious this stranger was, you really wanted to know what was wrong with him. You had dealt with a lot witches and warlocks who ended up being consumed by their powers.

"You should really tell me, I might look du-" You were interrupted by a low growl erupting from his throat. He turned to you with anger in his eyes and gritted teeth. He looked at you as if you were his prey and he wanted nothing more than to devour you, more like kill you. Your eyes started widening but you held your stance, getting ready to defend yourself incase of an anomaly. "I. Don't. Need. Your. Help!" He bellowed, involuntarily sending dark red flames at you. You quickly held your hands in front of yourself to create an invisible barrier, causing the flames to explode and hit the tree behind you. You turned just in time to see a branch falling down, jumping to the side to prevent yourself from getting hurt. Jin's jaw dropped as he took in the damage. He slowly looked down at his hands which were now shaking uncontrollably. His hands were close to being a murderer's seeing as you could have died if you hadn't been a witch. Jin was thankful for that. This was the very attack that Jin's mother had failed to protect herself from. "How did you....?" Jin asked, his voice a bare whisper making you scoff in disbelief.

Was that the first thing you ask someone you nearly killed?

"Are you kidding me right now?! What the hell were YOU thinking?" You asked, laying emphasis on the 'you'. Jin's breath became shaky as he felt his heart shatter. He did realize that you could have died but sadly, he wasn't in control of what he did. He pulled at his hair and let out a cry, falling to his knees in the process. Your anger diminished on seeing him in that state. You slowly took a step towards the weeping man and placed your hand on his head and closed your eyes, feeling him freeze from your touch. Jin's shoulders relaxed as he acknowledged all the negative energy leaving him because of you. You knew how to heal a person's mind and soul. It had taken years of work but you had become very good at it even though not everyone could do it. You opened your eyes to find him looking at you. The rain had stopped and the moon shone it's light brightly upon you both. Jin swore he could see a halo above you, believing you were an angel sent for him. Without another word, he grabbed both your hands and leaned his forehead at the back of them. "I need you to fix me." He muttered, his voice wavering a little. You bit your bottom lip and squeezed his hand assuringly, letting him know that you were gonna do whatever it took to help him.

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You tossed a pebble into the running water, the huge lake looking serene surrounded by bushes and trees of all kinds. You didn't think your little getaway from your coven would end up being so happening. It was the second time you were going to meet him, Kim Seokjin. He had told you all about him and his family when he dropped you off at your guesthouse. You knew the Kim family very well, everyone did. Mr and Mrs Kim had married under difficult circumstances due to the belief that warlocks and witches should stay divided. You never really understood why that was a problem, wasn't it better if all magic was united? You shook your head in exasperation and threw another pebble in the water, watching the ripples grow bigger and disappear in a blink. The sound of crunching of leaves grabbed your attention as you turned to see Jin walking towards you. You nodded at him, letting him know that you're aware of his presence before turning back to your temporary amusement activity.

Jin stopped in his track when he saw your lost expression. He frowned at seeing your usual annoying self being so calm. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He said out loud before closing the distance between you and himself. You glanced at him before sitting down on a rock by the lake. "Who?" You asked, looking for more pebbles around you and acting as if you were supposed to ask that question. Jin looked at you with raised eyebrows, he couldn't tell if you were joking or being serious. You looked up at him when you didn't receive a response, stifling a laugh on seeing his confused expression. Not being able to control, you laughed out loud, hitting your knee with your palm in the process. Jin rolled his eyes and sat down beside you. He thought you were upset about something, clearly he was wrong. "Here I was, thinking something went wrong with you." He mumbled, picking at the grass. You stopped laughing and smiled at him. "Who said something didn't go wrong with me?"

Jin craned his neck to look at you, your smile was intact even when telling him about your crisis. He shrugged and looked away before he could drown in your brown eyes which now sparkled in the morning sun. You sighed and fiddled with the hem of your coat, deciding if you should talk about the elephant in the room.

"I haven't done this before."

"Have you done this before?"

Your words clashed with Jin's before your eyes widened on realising what just happened. Jin scoffed while you let out a nervous chuckle. "You're making me second guess everything." He said, shaking his head. You placed your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it until he looked at you. You could tell he was scared about what the future held, his eyes were very good at showing you his true emotions even if he tried to hide them. "I haven't done this before, doesn't mean I don't know how to do it." You stated, seeing his eyes light up with hope. He believed you, you were Y/N Corey and the Corey witches were one of the important Salem witches who had become stronger since the hardships they faced during the Salem trials. Even if you didn't have any solution, you'd find one. You gazed at the birds in the sky, flying without a care in the world, wishing you were that free. "We'll get you through this." You muttered, praying for your words to hold some truth to them. After a final pat on his shoulder, you stood up as he followed your movements. "How's your mother?" You questioned cautiously, hoping to not upset him. Jin stiffened at the mention of his mother. He had spent the entire night with her, apologizing and promising her about getting better. He gave you a curt nod, looking at the breeze playing with your hair. "She's good. Let's get started for the day, yeah? I don't wanna delay things anymore." He answered, brushing off the dust from his pants.

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"So that's my aura?" Jin asked, looking at you intently as you explained to him about the basics that he somehow didn't know about. You nodded and hummed, pushing away a stray twig from the path. You had just told Jin about how his aura and his powers were related. "You sent red flames at me yesterday. And that signifies your inability to take control of your anger. So firstly, we need to work on that." You stated, making him nod his head. He agreed with whatever you said, he did have a hard time keeping his emotions in check. "How do we do that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. You walked in circles as his eyes were trained on you. You tapped your chin with your pointer finger before a grin set itself on your face. "The long term solution is to give you another motive for using your powers. Recently, you used your powers only to let your anger out but that clearly, isn't helping. You need to use your power for something else. Maybe out of defense, protectiveness or.....love?" Your words came out more like a question. Jin scoffed and rolled his eyes. That was one thing he didn't believe in. Or maybe it was purely because he never felt it. Who knows.

You frowned and placed your hands on your hips. "Don't tell me you're one of those stuck up and rude introverts who does not believe in love." You gasped in realization. You had always seen people like that in movies and TV shows but this was a first. Jin chose to ignore your comment, finding it a waste of his time. He moved closer to stand in front of you, tilting his head to examine you from head to toe. You stood straighter, feeling conscious as his eyes raked over your figure. He leaned his face closer to you, raising a hand and bringing it closer to your cheek. You closed your eyes and gulped as a blush crept up your cheek. You had never stood this close to a male before. Jin smiled slightly on seeing how nervous he made you. But that moment was short lived as he flicked at your forehead, making you yelp. You opened your eyes and rubbed your forehead to ease the pain. "Stop day dreaming and tell me where to begin." He said, his tone telling you how bored he was. You smirked mischievously whilst you kept soothing the spot where he hit you. Walking proudly towards your duffle bag, you pulled out a couple of books which were too fat and heavy. You grunted as you struggled to hold them all and placed them in front of Jin on the grass. He kept staring at the books before it hit him. These were grimoires of witches from your family. "What am I supposed to do with these?" He asked, pointing at the hard covered books. You raised your eyebrows at him and scoffed. Picking them up again, you handed them to Jin without warning. He bent down a little due to the weight before standing up straight. "We won't be doing anything today. I need you to go through these grimoires. Take your time, I know it can be boring." You answered and picked up your duffle bag, hanging it across your shoulder. Jin glared at you and narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever read these?" He argued, waiting to see your reaction. You turned your head slightly and hid your surprised expression. "Of course. And you know what? We were asked questions about what we read. So be ready. I'll be doing that too!" You grinned and walked away, sassily.

The next few days went by in a jiffy. Everyday you met Jin and asked him different questions along with asking him to show you how something was supposed to be done. After an entire week and half, he had read all the grimoires. He slammed the book shut and gave it to you, sighing in relief. "I feel like a school student who is preparing for a test." He said, closing his eyes and leaning back on the chair of the cafe where you both met. You glared at him and pushed the books inside your bag. You had gotten to know Jin better. He was cold but sensitive, rude without a care in the world, didn't like showing his emotions a lot. Taking a sip of your coffee, you cleared your throat and placed the cup on the table. "So from tomorrow, we'll begin your training." You stated, clasping your hands in front of you. Jin rolled his eyes at your words. Training. He was getting used to your dumb comments, sometimes enjoying them nonetheless. You glanced out through the glass which separated the people outside from you, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Meanwhile, Jin couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were gorgeous, obviously, but your inner goodness was more of a delight. You absentmindedly gnawed at your bottom lip, making Jin go wild with his imaginations. He quickly looked away when you turned to him. Sighing, you stood up as Jin followed you to leave the cafe. "What am I gonna do for the rest of the day?" You whined, not wanting to be alone when the sun hadn't even set. Jin shook his head at you, you were immature sometimes. Most of the times actually. He thought for a moment before getting an idea. "Come home with me." He offered, shrugging and looking around the streets. You whipped your head at his words, asking yourself if you heard him right. "That would....I don't-" you started with your excuses, feeling nervous. It was okay for you to be nervous anyway, you had a lot to hide from him. He cut you off and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him as he walked to his house which wasn't too far. For some reason, you didn't feel too flustered whenever he touched you. It was as if you had known him since a long time, although you were sure that had never happened.

You awed at the huge house in front of you, it looked like it came straight out of a fairytale. It's ivory walls were enhanced with creepers snaking all the way till the rooftops. You hadn't realised your mouth was open until Jin pushed it close with his finger under your chin. "You're gonna catch a fly." He said, moving towards the entrance as you followed while rolling your eyes at him. Without showing you around, he took you to his study. You held yourself back from making a snarky comment. What did he need a study for anyway? An 'oh' left your mouth as you took in the scene before you. The entire room was filled with paintings and empty canvases. You turned around in your place, trying to absorb everything at once. "You paint?!" You asked, excitedly as you moved to look at a painting closely. It was a girl sitting in the middle of a forest with flowers in her hair, caressing an injured bird in her hand. You frowned at the feeling of familiarity, it was as if you had seen this before. Jin gulped behind you, hoping you didn't remember anything. "Obviously, I paint. Didn't I say this is my study?" He retorted, looking at the fascination on your face. That painting was his favourite. It had taken him an year to get it right. Suddenly, you turned to Jin with an innocent smile on your face making Jin tense his muscles. "When will I become the subject of your paintings?" You asked, still smiling brightly. Jin gathered himself and moved closer to you, humming at your question. He mirrored your smile and tilted his head. "Never." He mumbled and backed away, watching in amusement as your smile faded and a scowl set itself on your face. "Rude." You whispered, turning around to look at the other paintings. Jin stifled a laugh on seeing how upset you were, but he knew you would go back to being your happy self. It amazed him at your capability to be smiling all the time. He found it hard to do, probably why he came off as cold to everyone. It was shocking enough that you had even talked to him. Something he was grateful for.

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"Let's begin from trying to get you to control your anger, shall we? Since I'm so good at annoying you, this shouldn't be a problem." You said, stretching your arms above your head. The next morning came along with the task of beginning your mission to help Jin. You emitted a large amount of confidence, making Jin feel excited to start. He saw this as a challenge which he was eager to win.

"Game on."

Time kept ticking but there was no progress. You both kept trying though, it wasn't in your blood to give up so easily. "Is this what you want your mom to see after everything you've put her through? I'm not sure she'd take it very well." You said out loud, seeing Jin get riled up. You had been trying to get him to control himself, only to be met with a dead end everytime. He grunted and threw a series of red bolts at you, making your eyes widen as you desperately dodged them. You weren't supposed to attack, only defend yourself without using your magic. You were already out of breath, but pausing at one place would mean getting yourself in death's way. A muffled groan left your mouth as you jumped across a rock, squeezing your eyes shut as it exploded into pieces behind you. You fell to your knees, gasping for air as Jin shut his eyes in frustration. He was continuously disappointing himself which also made him question you. Did you even know what you were doing? Or was this all simply a way to spend your time? Firstly, he didn't see how the grimoires were supposed to help him and secondly, you were too calm about this situation.

You glanced at him and pushed yourself to your feet, stumbling to sit beside where he stood. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit beside you with all your strength. He pursed his lips and stared at the setting sun, his eyes looking empty as ever. "Why are you here, Y/N?" He asked, his eyes not meeting yours. You raised your eyebrows at him, being caught off guard by his question. "What do you mean?" You returned his question with another. This isn't how you were planning for the conversation to go. "What are you doing here, in this town? You obviously don't live here." He stated, recalling when he had dropped you off at the guesthouse he knew very well. You gulped, somewhat having understood where this was going. Clearing your throat, you clenched your fists and looking at the sky before you. "I needed time away from my coven. So I decided to have a mini vacation." You answered, not feeling very satisfied with your words. Jin clenched his jaw. So this was definitely a game to you. Why else would you help him? He suddenly chuckled, making your eyes widen. "I should have known better than to trust you. Why would a powerful witch like you, help a pathetic warlock like me? Especially when you know damn well that people don't approve the union of our kinds." He sneered at you. You almost knocked him out after hearing his choice of words. It was true that people didn't think warlocks and witches should be together, but that didn't mean you should be against it too. And helping others shouldn't require some sort of motive. You were mistaken when you thought Jin was smart. Trying to stay calm, you carefully thought about what to say without making him mad.

"What are you punishing yourself for, Jin?" You inquired softly as his eyes turned to you. He frowned, waiting for you to explain what made you ask that. You sighed and rested your elbows on your knees. "You are blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault, I can tell." You mumbled, watching his aura transform into something much gloomier. Jin tensed at the feeling of vulnerability that he felt with you. It was as if he was an open book laid out for you to read. "You don't know anything." He said, looking down at his shoes. You chuckled to yourself. He was definitely stuck up. Standing up, you grabbed your belongings which lay on the grass. "Just know that, you won't move ahead without facing the inner conflict that has been eating you up. Nothing is forgiven unless you believe otherwise." You preached before turning on your heels to leave. Jin sat still, knowing you were completely right. There was something that had been nagging at him for some years. He always tried to come to terms with it but failed. He was aware that someday he was gonna have to face it, not for anyone but for himself. "I'll wait here tomorrow at the same time. Hopefully, you still trust me. If you don't show up then I'll understand." Your words lingered in the air. Jin knew that what he said was wrong. If there was something wrong with you then his instincts would have kicked in already. Instead of being thankful, he ended up lashing at you and you still didn't fight back. But the little feeling of uncertainty still remained in his mind. It screamed at him to stay away from you because you weren't what you seemed to be. He shook his head to get rid of the many thoughts in his brain, sighing and deciding it was time to go home. He had a lot of thinking to do and he wasn't ready for it.

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You kicked the door shut and made your way to your bed, throwing yourself on the soft mattress. Just like you thought, Jin didn't come. You failed him and most importantly, you failed your coven. Humans thought witchy magic wasn't so complicated, it was only about who was capable and who wasn't. Oh how they were wrong! You had always been taught that it was important to take control of your powers before they take over you. Because once that happened, you would wish you were never born into it. Sadness washed over you along with a little relief. This was exactly what you wanted but it wasn't what you needed. After staring out the window from your position on the bed, your eyes landed on the piece of paper lying on the nightstand. You sighed and rolled over to the edge of the bed, grabbing the paper and getting ready to see what your mother had sent you this time.

thє cσvєn díѕcσvєrєd whαt hαppєnєd. чσu nєєd tσ gєt чσur αct tσgєthєr αnd mαkє hím truѕt чσu αgαín. dσ nσt fσrgєt thє rєαѕσn whч чσu αrє thєrє. чσu knσw thє cσnѕєquєncєѕ vєrч wєll.

You could almost hear her complaining to you. The letter wasn't a threat to you in any way, it was only your mother's warning. Your mother was the second most superior lady of your coven and she had done everything to protect you against the harsh world. But for some reason, you ended up being the only witch to take down a threat without any harm. Hence, your new target being Kim Seokjin. You felt a pang of guilt rush through you. You had never questioned your coven on why they wanted someone dead, completely putting all your faith in them. But after meeting Jin, you started doubting your ability to kill him. You knew he was genuinely struggling and he needed help. Also, his concern for his family made it hard for you to believe that he was on his way to become 'The Harbinger of Darkness' as your coven had so kindly put it. You shut your eyes and crushed the paper before tossing it to the side, not being able to decide what your next move was going to be.

A knock on the door made you flinch as you frowned and sat up in bed. The owner of the guesthouse never came to call you until it was time for supper. With a tired groan, you got out of bed and made your way to open the door. Your eyes widened on seeing Jin in front of you. His eyes were red and tears glistened on his cheeks, his hair was a mess and a small cut by his lips made you wince. Jin was breathing heavily as he gave you time to process what was happening. "J-jin-" before you could ask anything about his sudden appearance at your door, he engulfed you in a hug as he sobbed while burying his head in your neck. Your heart raced in your chest, wetness from his tears tainted your shirt but that wasn't the least bit of a bother to you. Jin was here after you thought he gave up on you, crying and emitting huge waves of sorrow along with calmness. It was weird and it didn't make any sense to you. Maybe he had another family issue?

"I'm not a Kim, Y/N. They aren't my family!" He cried in your neck making your face droop, completely understanding why he was like this. You brought your hands up and rubbed his back, soothing him enough but not healing his pain. Suppressing your pain at times like these never proved to be good. "Let's go in and talk, okay?" You mumbled softly on seeing Ms Lee eyeing you both suspiciously, the tolerable but nosy owner of the guesthouse where you resided. He pulled away and let you lead him inside. Sitting him down on your bed, you handed him a glass of water and gently asked him to tell you everything from the start. You listened intently as he narrated how he had heard his parents talking about his adoption and whether they should tell him about it, only to later decide against it. After ten years of keeping this information with him and persuasion from your side, he had finally gathered the courage to hear the words from his mother's mouth although he already knew they were true. He had lashed out at her, telling her how he had every right to know about this and she was no one to take decisions for him. Especially now that he knew she wasn't his real mother. This aggravated his brother and he landed a punch to Jin's face, hence, his busted lip. Your heart ached as you took it all in. This is why Jin's powers were getting the best of him, because he was barely holding himself up. How could you possibly kill him? He was probably the most innocent warlock you had met. With a sigh, you stood up and moved to stand in front of him. He looked up at you with teary eyes which made you want to cry too. You wiped his tears and gave him a smile. "Did you talk to your mother after that?" You asked as he shook his head in reply. You pursed your lips and dropped your hands by your side. "Jin, she must have been scared to tell you. Even though you are adopted, the entire family gave you nothing but love, not once making you doubt them. They didn't tell you because they were scared you would react like this and they would lose you." You tried your best explain the situation to him. Jin thought for a moment before concluding that you were right. He took his time to capture your face in his mind. Your beautiful eyes that held concern for him, the curve of your lips as they stretched into a comforting smile for him, your long hair that made him want to tangle his fingers into them and your soothing aura that made him want to hold you forever.

He shook his head and scolded himself for having these thoughts, he couldn't think about you like that. He had only just met you, he couldn't possibly like you, right? You raised an eyebrow when Jin's eyes stayed on your face, not once moving away. He cleared his throat and nodded. "You are right. I should apologize to her...." He said, looking at the carpeted floor, his eyes landing on the piece of paper that you had so carelessly discarded. You followed his gaze and internally gasped. You rushed and picked up the paper before tossing it into the bin. "I'm sorry I was gonna throw it away but then you came." You chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of your neck. Jin stood up and sighed. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the knob, getting ready to pull it open before he glanced at you. "Come with me." He stated, his words making you think you hadn't heard him clearly. "What?" You asked, gripping the hem of your shirt as your hands began to get clammy. He strode towards you. "Come with me to my house. If anything good comes out of it, you're the one to be thanked." He said with a confident voice. You let out another nervous chuckle and shook your head. "I mean that's not really- wait!" You yelped when he grabbed your wrist and started walking out of the guesthouse with you struggling to keep up behind him. You huffed at his behaviour, he hadn't even waited for your answer. This was the second time that Jin was dragging you to his house without your consent. Maybe you should report him for kidnapping. With a defeated sigh, you let him drag you to his house, preparing to hide your intentions and please the Kim family because if anyone found out what you were here for, it would be the end for you.

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You smiled on witnessing the playful banter in front of you. The huge dinner table had only 5 people sitting around it, including you. After apologizing to his family and making up with them, Jin had introduced you to everyone and it was then that his mother insisted for you to stay for dinner. Not being able to say no to the sweet woman, you stayed, hoping to find some flaws about Jin. Because if there was nothing wrong with him, then there was no way you were going to dirty your hands with an innocent man's blood. "Y/N, thank you so much for staying. It has been a long time since we had another face in this house." Said Mr Kim, smiling at you warmly. You nodded and returned it, pushing around the food in your plate. The food was delicious, no doubt, unfortunately you had lost your appetite after seeing the welcoming family that Jin had. It made you a little jealous seeing as you never had a father. He had left your mother after discovering that she was a witch, making you question the status of witches in your community. Were you that bad? The dinner went by smoothly, the occasional chatter making you feel less upset, although you wondered how everyone was so happy. Whatever had happened was definitely traumatising, but everyone pretended like it was okay. Maybe because they had a guest over. Before you could head back to your guesthouse, Ms Kim told Jin to show you the garden because she was sure you'd love it. And she wasn't wrong.

"Wow! This is just.... amazing!" You exclaimed as your eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The light breeze fanned your face as you stared at the beautifully lit garden in front of you. Jin found himself smiling at the amusement in your eyes, feeling his heart flutter. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes, forgetting all your worries for a while. "You're sad." You opened your eyes on hearing Jin's voice. He was squinting at you as if that would tell him what was wrong with you. You chuckled nervously and looked away from him. "What makes you say that?" You said, your voice losing its usual chirpiness. Jin scoffed, staring at you in disbelief.

Did you really just ask a warlock why he thought you were sad as if he couldn't see the hues of an ugly blue surrounding you?

You mentally face palmed at your question. You had completely forgotten to cover up your ether, of course he saw it. "I am supposed to do something that I don't want to do." You stated, sighing in defeat. Jin tilted his head at your vague words, he needed more from you. You looked up at the few stars across the sky, twinkling brightly. Jin thought your eyes were indeed a reflection of those stars, he couldn't even begin to describe how beautiful you looked in that moment. Shaking his head, he pulled himself into the current situation. "And what do you mean by something?" He asked, his hands making their way into his pockets as he walked beside you. Your hands brushed against the flowers and the leaves, feeling their petals and leaves tickle you. Your brain thought about the number of things you could say, obviously you couldn't just tell him you came to kill him. "Just something. It's not like I don't want to do it, more like I .... can't do it, you know?" You explained, biting your lower lip harshly. Jin hummed beside you, trying to come up with a solution to ease your tension. He abruptly stopped in his track, startling you as you turned to him with a frown. "Help me and I'll help you. Once I'm in control of myself, I'll help you deal with whatever you have to do." He shrugged, words falling from his lips very easily. You swallowed thickly, wanting to scream at him for saying things like these. But could you blame him? He didn't even know what you were saying. You gave him a small smile and turned away, not wanting him to see the disappointment in your eyes. You found yourself being deeply concerned about Jin, you wanted to make sure he was gonna be okay. But not doing what you were asked to do would mean betraying your coven. And betrayal of the coven came with the consequence of being burned alive. It was simple, really. Kill or be killed.

"Okay then. Show me how you are now." You said, inhaling deeply and turning to him. He looked at you with a confused expression, not understanding what you meant until you held your palms out and conjured up a ball of pink and yellow, throwing it at him without any warning. Jin's eyes widened as he realised what was happening. Quickly gathering his energy, he released a long bolt at you, buzzing with his new found aura. Your ether met his, the clusters exploding into the air. You gasped on seeing the magenta energy around Jin, a sudden transformation. Magenta signified someone who was unique, creative, strong-willed but rarely understood. Jin was pure, it was finally proven to you. Jin's mouth was ajar, exploring the new colours around him. He slowly looked at you, his lips stretching into a grin as a smile graced your lips. This was the first time you were seeing him happy and it made you feel butterflies. Before you could say anything, Jin closed the distance between you and him, his eyes flitting between your lips and your eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, realising how good looking he was. You had never looked at him that way before, only now seeing his eyes mirroring yours.

Jin lifted his hand and placed it on your cheek, caressing it gently as if you were a feather. You closed your eyes when he leaned closer to you, your nose brushing his until you felt his lips on yours. Your breath hitched as he kissed you, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. This was wrong, your heart and mind screamed at you to pull away but you knew it was too late. You had already fallen into the endless pit that you wanted to avoid, affection for the man in front of you completely taking over. You were so screwed.

Jin pulled away involuntarily, opening his eyes to see yours still closed. He smiled as he saw the daze he had sent you in. You couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, afraid you'd want him more if you saw him. But you couldn't just stand there like that, you were going to have to open them. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked up at him and pulled away. Hurt flashed across his face but he didn't let it linger on for too long. "I have to go." You whispered before turning on your heel and running away from him. Jin stretched his hand out to stop you but you slipped away, his heart hurting a bit too much. Did he do something wrong? Did you not like him back? He sighed as he dragged himself back inside the house, not once stopping to glance at his family and shutting himself up in his room. Another sleepless night for a different reason, but he was okay with it.

You slammed the door shut as your lungs ached due to the continuous running you had done, not being able to stop until you were inside your room. Kim Seokjin kissed you like he wanted to. It wasn't in the spur of the moment like you had hoped. He liked you but the worst part, you liked him back. You slid down against the door, pulling your knees to your chest before tears stained your cheeks. It was absolutely impossible for you to do anything now. You didn't even want to consider killing him. Was it really so bad to want to live life like a normal person? So engrossed in your crying, you hadn't noticed the lady standing in your room. You flinched on seeing her in the dark room, quickly moving to switch on the lights. "Mother." You gulped and took a step back. She approached you with quick steps and landed her hand across your cheek, your face jolting to the side as you processed what just happened. "Why would you let this happen, Y/N? You know very well that he is a warlock and moreover, the one that you're supposed to kill. How can you like him?!" She bellowed as you sobbed. Your cheek throbbed as you held it, your head hung low in shame. This was it. Your mom had crossed the line, she had never once lifted a hand on you so you must have really upset her. Who were you kidding? Obviously you had upset her too much. At the time of fully bringing your practice into work, all witches were made to take an oath which included something along the lines of 'never interacting with a warlock, be it in any form'. Although you were made to interact with them, it was only so that you could eliminate them. After meeting Mr Kim, you were really doubting if all warlocks were bad because he certainly wasn't.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to do." You cried, covering your face with your hands as you shook your head. Your mother's heart ached on seeing her only daughter in despair. She had always made sure that you were happy, always trying her best to keep you away from the sad reality of the world. Today, she had truly failed and she knew it. She took you into her arms, your hands immediately wrapping around her neck as you cried into her chest. She rubbed your back slowly as your crying subsided into sniffles. Pulling away, she held you at arms length, her hands placed firmly on your shoulders. "Get this over with, Y/N. It'll be okay and you know it." She said softly. That's where she was wrong. In just a matter of days, you had grown used to Jin's presence. You needed him by your side, if he died because of you then would you really be okay? You pushed her hands away from your shoulders and stood up, moving to stand by the window. You wiped your cheeks and calmed your breathing. For the first time in ever, you had enough courage to stand against your coven. You were powerful enough to take them all down but you didn't want to. "I will not do it. Do what you have to do." You stated firmly, making your mother gasp. This is not what she raised you to be. "Y/N-" she started only to be interrupted by your shouting. "No! All my life I have done everything you've asked me to, never once questioning why you wanted me to finish someone. Now I realize that maybe I should have. God knows how many innocent people you made me kill. I'm a murderer because of you! And I don't want it to be like this anymore. So mother, go tell everyone what I have decided because there's nothing you can do to make me change my mind." Your chest rose and fell as you clenched your fists in anger. Your mother slowly nodded as tears welled her eyes, moving towards the door to leave.

"The coven will be here tomorrow to deal with you. So...do what you have to do." She mumbled the same words you had said. You fell on your knees as soon as she left, letting your feelings overwhelm you. The entire night, you threw things here and there, stepping on broken shards of glass and sobbing loudly, making sure to use a spell to prevent the noise from escaping the room. There was no need for you to fight your coven sisters. You just had to figure out what to do because if they really came then it wasn't just going to be your life on the line. Jin was going to die too. Crying, you fell into a deep sleep without having made a decision.

You cried as you stretched your hands infront of you, your body shivering due to the fear from what's to come. Jin stood in front of you in the same position, his cheeks tainted with tears but his face devoid of any expression. "Finish him, darling." The lady of your coven, Gina whispered behind you as you sobbed harder and shook your head. The head of Jin's treaty stood behind him too, probably mumbling the same words to him. Suddenly, you felt your hair being pulled behind, your head tilting back. "It's simple. Any one of you dies and we let the other live. It's better than to go through the shame of letting your stupid fantasy of being together be fulfilled." She hissed, pulling on your hair as you screamed in pain. "Don't you dare touch her!" Jin warned through gritted teeth as she let go of your hair and chuckled. You glanced at your mother who kneeled down a few metres away from you, her head bowing down as a tear or two escaped her eye. "I don't see how this is hard. Go on and do it. Either you both die or just one of you dies. We can take away your memories if you want. Consider yourself lucky." The man said, smirking as he walked back and forth in front of you. "Do it, Y/N. Better me than you." Jin said, making you look at him with a hurt expression. Did he really think you would do it? You shook your head furiously, hearing Jin sigh in frustration. "Y/N, I know it's hard but it's the only way. Please." He pleaded and closed his eyes, holding back the dam welling in his eyes. You heard the lady tut behind you. "Alright then, we'll do it for you both. Say your goodbyes!" She mocked and stood in front of you, closing her eyes and placing her hands on the sides of your forehead. "No!" You screamed as the pain took over.

You jolted awake, your breathing heavy as sweat trickled down your forehead. You looked around and sighed in relief. "Just a dream." You mumbled, touching your cheeks to feel the wetness on your fingers. Your eyes widened as everything came back to you in a rush. You got out of bed and got ready to head out. Grabbing everything important, you ran out of the guesthouse without acknowledging Ms Lee's scream on seeing the mess in your room.

Gasping, you reached the gates of Kim mansion, looking around in case Jin was there. You didn't really know, it was only an intuition. You made your way to the garden, eyes lighting up on seeing Jin standing in the very place you had left him last night. Frowning you called out to him, making him turn to you with wide eyes. "Y/N." He whispered, sighing in relief when you ran into his arms. He sensed your worry and hugged you back, caressing your hair to calm you down. He couldn't heal others like you but he could try. "I'm so sorry." You mumbled, scared that if you rose your voice, you would probably end up crying. He hugged you tighter and closed his eyes. At least you were in front of him now. "There's no need for you to say sorry. What I did was wrong, I should have asked you if you felt the same way ab-" he explained but you cut him off in the middle by pulling away and placing your hands on his shoulders. "I need to tell you something important." You said hurriedly, pleading him with your eyes. He nodded before grabbing your hand and taking you inside the house. You followed him to his room, admiring the corridors in the way. He closed the door behind him and you smiled at the interiors, it was so 'Jin'. Your breath hitched when you spotted it, your painting stood in the corner of the room. Taking slow steps towards it, you let your fingers linger on the strokes of the brush, surprised on seeing yourself through someone else's eyes. You recalled the scene from the painting, it was from the night when you had met. Your hair was damp and you were smiling warmly with your hand stretched out towards the viewer. A halo floated above your head and you felt like you were definitely seeing an angel.

Jin stared fondly at how you were busy admiring yourself. That was exactly how he saw you. You were his angel since the first day. He had stayed up last night, painting you on the canvas in the best way possible. He wondered how you had managed to keep him wrapped around your finger even after so long, not that you were aware of it. "So what did you have to tell me?" He asked, clearing his throat. You bit your bottom lip, anxiety kicking in. You knew Jin wasn't gonna take this well but if you had to save him then you needed to get him away from this place. "You might wanna sit down for this." You mumbled, gesturing to his bed, your eyes falling on a black amulet that had slipped out from under his shirt. He frowned but obliged anyway. You took a deep breath before beginning to explain everything.

"I didn't come to this town for any vacation. I was sent here by my coven, to kill you." You confessed, your words tasting bitter on your tongue. Jin's breathing stopped. He couldn't believe the words leaving your mouth. He swore you were too pure and innocent to be killing anybody. He didn't even have to ask you why, he understood it was probably the ill relations between witches and warlocks. His heart shattered in his chest, the only time he felt so attracted to someone resulted in everything coming back to slap him. He gulped harshly and clenched his jaw before standing up and gripping your arms and pulling you to him. You gasped at how tight his hold was, and even more when you saw his eyes. They held nothing but disappointment and guilt towards you. "Jin..." You squealed as his grip tightened. You were positive that there were gonna be bruises there. "Shut up! Just- just shut the hell up! Do you really hate me that much, Y/N? Just because I'm a warlock, does it mean I'm ruthless and a fucking psycho?!" He yelled as you whimpered, tears filling your eyes. You tried to get out of his grip, only for him to pull you closer into his chest, your nose brushed his. "If you had to kill me then why didn't you? Why did you have to make me want you, Y/N?" He questioned, his voice softening a little. Your eyes widened at his full fledged confession. Your lips quivered as you struggled to find words to say. You had really messed up everything, hadn't you?

Before you could utter a word, he harshly pushed you away, running his hands through his hair. He suddenly felt like he was spiralling back into the emotional well that he had just been rescued from. Ironical, isn't it? The one who saves you, pushes you back, just right. "I can't kill you, Jin. Because I want you too." You said, your voice being barely audible. You stared at his back, seeing him freeze in his spot. After a minute of silence, he finally turned to you. Muttering a 'fuck it' under his breath, he pushed you against a wall and kissed you. Immediately, you tangled your fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your heavy breathing echoed through the room along with the occasional hissing whenever Jin dug his fingers into your thighs. He pulled away, biting on your bottom lip, leaving you flustered and aching for him. He leaned his forehead against yours as a tear slipped down your cheek. He intertwined your fingers and looked into your eyes. "I'm not letting anyone take away the one good thing that I found." He whispered, making you cry harder. You nuzzled your face in his neck as he smiled and held you in his arms. This was the life you wanted. And you wanted it with Jin, there was no changing your mind. "We need to leave before they come and find us." You mumbled, resting your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "Let's go then." He replied, holding your hand and leading you out of the house.

Jin told his family about everything. His parents were afraid that everything was going to repeat itself. It still felt like yesterday to them when they had escaped the stupid rules of their covens. It had been traumatic but fruitful. They found solace in each other and that was enough for them. They assured you both that if needs be, they'd come to protect you. You nodded and thanked them, letting Jin say his goodbyes. Goodbyes never lasted for too long, the world was a small place after all.

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"No one knows about this place. It's like a secret home when I wanted to get away from everyone." Jin explained, setting down the few bags you both had. You looked around the small cabin, the cherry wood glistening in the light of the bulb, trees peeking through the window and the birds chirping outside in the forest. You hummed in content, preparing to do a cloaking spell to prevent anyone from finding you both.

Y/N. You can't hide for too long, darling. And you don't wanna know what we're gonna do once we find you.

You whimpered on hearing her voice in your head. Gina, the lady of your coven was a stubborn woman, who ended up being too selfish at times. But you never stood against her because she had taken your mother in when she was pregnant and abandoned by your father. Jin placed his hand on your shoulder making you flinch. "Hey, it's only me. Are you okay?" He inquired softly, frowning at the fear etched across your face. You closed your eyes and blocked the part of your mind which was responsible for your communication with her. "I had a dream last night." You informed Jin as he raised his eyebrow, urging you to continue. You took shaky breaths in, looking down at your boots and trying to get the story out. "Could you please just see it for yourself?" You pleaded, looking up at Jin through your lashes. His heart melted at how vulnerable you looked, he wanted to protect you and hide you from the entire world. Nodding at you, he held your hand before slipping through the barriers of your mind and finding your dream.

You observed his expressions, making guesses at what made him clench his jaw and frown. He opened his eyes calmly, glancing at your worried ones. He cupped your cheeks and told you not to worry, trying to sound as convincing as possible. You had missed the look in his eyes, they were angry. Completely understandable. But they weren't only angry, it was almost scary. He was furious at your dream. Because it wasn't just a dream, it was the reality. Unknowingly, you saw the future and you were still clueless. Jin told you to rest while he performed the cloaking spell, glancing at you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. You tried taking a nap on the couch, telling yourself again and again that you'd be fine. Jin joined you and you laid your head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart while talking about random stuff to distract yourself. After a while, you found yourself laughing at the stories and jokes Jin told you. He enjoyed watching your eyes crinkle whenever you laughed, it was his new favourite sight. Your fingers came across an amulet that hung around his neck. It was black with hints of blue and purple. You ran your fingers across it, not noticing the way Jin's heart beat quickened. "What's this?" You asked, completely focusing your attention on how beautiful it looked. "I've had it ever since I can remember, I probably got it from my mother." He answered, knowing he left you more curious. You didn't reply, continuing to fiddle with the silver chain on which the amulet hung until something happened.

Save us. Save us. Save us.

You hurriedly got up from the couch and stared wide eyed at the amulet. You placed your hands on your ears, still hearing the whispers. "Stop!" You shouted while closing your eyes to block out everything. The agony and the defeat in the voices spread through your heart. Who did they need help from? Jin was horrified on seeing you struggle so much for he didn't have a clue as to what happened. He shook your shoulders, trying to get you out of your trance. It was then that he had felt it and he wasn't alone. The feeling of your powers leaving your body came and left like the wind. You exchanged questioning looks with Jin. "D-did you feel that?" You murmured, panic settling in your heart. This only meant one thing, they were here. The both of your heads turned to the door, straining your ears to hear any kind of chanting but there was none. And it came again, this time more strong. Dizziness took over you as you felt weaker and weaker until you fell to the floor. You saw Jin fall too, your vision becoming hazier by the second. You stretched out your hand to him, knowing this was probably the last time you were seeing him. "Jin..." You whispered before being consumed into the darkness.

You were picked up and taken to the bedroom, your unconscious self being tucked under the covers. Jin kissed your forehead and caressed your face. "Like I said, love, no one is gonna take you away from me." He whispered, admiring the way your face was illuminated by the lights streaming in through the window. It was already dark outside, the moon being the only source of light in the room. Jin gently closed the door so as to not disturb you and headed back to the small living room. He plopped down on the couch and leaned his head on the headrest, recollecting the number of things that happened since he met you. You were too innocent for your own good even though you portrayed otherwise.

He stared at the ceiling before a smirk etched itself on his lips. You, Y/N Corey, were finally his after keeping an eye on you for years. The first time Jin had seen you was when he was 17. He was wandering around the same forest where his current place of residence was located. It had been a bright sunny morning with the cheerful chirping of the birds and the calming sound of the water flowing in the river. He followed the sound of the water only to hide behind a tree on seeing you. You sat on the grass with a sad face, your hands cradling a beautiful dove with blood staining it's white wings. It was hurt and you were too. Your hair was long and decorated with colourful pansies, you were a flawless sight to him. He peeked at you from behind the bark, basking in the sunlight and wondering if you were an angel. He frowned when you placed the dove on the grass and closed your eyes while holding you palm over it's injured body. His mouth formed an 'o' when he saw the wound disappear, not that he wasn't aware of the magical world. He tilted his head as you smiled and let the dove fly away. That was when he had decided he wanted to know you. Jin didn't have many friends and he'd never had interactions with a girl before. He was curious about you and that led him to discover the extent of power he had. All these years, he had monitored your every move, along with slipping into your mind and finding out about your desires when your guard was down. He felt guilty but he couldn't help himself. He was infatuated with you since a long long time and you were obviously oblivious to this information. He saw the way your coven forced you to hate on warlocks, it wasn't good for him. But he couldn't be more proud when he found you scowling at their thoughts. Since then, everything had been carefully planned. Your coven wasn't wrong about him as they had already seen how dark seokjin's mind was. They just failed to see how you were the one he was determined to have, concluding that he probably just wanted to be more powerful. It was sad that almost everything he told you was a lie, including him being adopted. But he knew that it was a sensitive topic for you, for someone who never had a complete family. He was grateful that you never asked his family anything regarding that, probably thinking it wasn't your place to say anything. Otherwise, everything would have gone downhill from there. His family was very much his and unaware of what was going on through their son's mind.

The door to the cabin flew open but Jin didn't even flinch. Your mother walked in along with a bunch of witches and warlocks with her. Your coven lady, Gina entered last with the head of the warlock community, Bastian. The pure horror on their faces when they saw Jin sitting unbothered and completely conscious was laughable. They all had worked together to drain both of your magic and make you fall asleep. Clearly, it hadn't worked very well. "It's funny how you thought you'd be able to take me down with a handful of beginners." Jin chuckled, standing up from his place on the couch and clutching his hands behind him. Gina stared at him in disbelief, this hadn't happened before. She knew just how powerful Jin was, which is why she had decided to join hands with the warlocks. This wasn't just about getting you away from a warlock, it was more about saving you from him. "Why are you doing this, Jin? Let Y/N go! She doesn't deserve to be with someone like you." Your mother said, bravely taking a step towards him. Jin tilted his head to the side, his eyes darkening as he glared at her. The atmosphere in the room was sickening, it made everyone dizzy and weak. Bastian could tell something was wrong but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"And she deserves people like you? I have done nothing wrong by loving her and I don't have any intentions of letting her go back to your stupid coven." He hissed at her, clenching his fists in anger. Bastian came to stand between Jin and your mother, staring at Jin with all the confidence he had. "You do know that I can kill you with a snap of my fingers. Give the girl back and you'll live." He threatened, eyes full of disgust and hate. Bastian's eyes fell on the black amulet, concluding that maybe that was why Jin was standing unharmed in front of him. Amulets were usually enchanted with protective spells, serving as an advantage to the bearer. Without any hesitation, he clutched it to get it off Jin's neck, only to yell in pain and stumble back. Jin smirked, loving the way Bastian writhed in pain. Gina gasped and knelt down beside him, holding his hand to see what made him react like that. Agonizing screams filled her head, the kind you'd hear if you burned someone. She pulled away in an instant, staring at Jin in fear. The other witches and warlocks waited to be told what was wrong. "You-you..." Gina mumbled, not being able to get the words out of her mouth. Jin sighed in boredom, when he left town with you, this wasn't what he thought was going to happen. But then again, he hadn't exactly cloaked the cabin because he wanted nothing more than to kill all these people who were coming between you and him. "Yes, Gina, I collect souls. And not just anyone's soul, only the ones who I deem worthy." He smiled mockingly at her as everyone's face turned pale. A man who collected souls and gained power from them was believed to be untouchable. This was something that every witch wrote in her grimoire and every warlock learned about but nobody had ever seen someone like that. Myths don't always stay myths.

Your mother's eyes watered as she glanced around the room and tried to find you. Her eyes stopped on the closed door, her mind screaming at her to open it. Seeing that Jin was too distracted with everyone else, she rushed to the door, pushing it open without further delay. She sighed in relief as everyone's eyes turned to her, including Jin. He gritted his teeth, not liking it one bit that your mother had so rudely tried to disturb you. With a small smile on her face, your mother entered the room only to be stopped by an invisible barrier. She gulped, not wanting to believe that Jin had enchanted the room. Taking in a deep breath, she tried again only to be pushed back.

"No no no...Y/N! Y/N, wake up, honey! We need to go home, please wake up!" She begged, hitting the barrier while crying. Jin stormed over to her and gripped her arm, dragging her behind him while she desperately tried to free herself. "That's enough! I'm not entertaining any of you anymore." He stated, throwing your mother to the ground and spreading his arms before closing his eyes and beginning his chant.

"Adiuro te per virtutem a senioribus, ut partem alteram, a quo nunquam revertetur."

Within seconds, everyone's screams filled the room as black smoke rose above them, their souls painfully leaving their body. Your mother sat still, confused as to why nothing was happening to her. She watched as Gina and Bastian fell to the floor, their eyes completely white, making her squirm. She cried as everyone's body dropped with a thump, placing her hand over her mouth as the black smoke vanished into Jin's amulet. Everything stilled, only your mother's whimpers echoing through the room. "I won't kill you, mother. But I'll do just enough to make sure you never lay a finger on my Y/N." Jin confessed, kneeling down beside her, referring to when your mother had slapped you. He placed his hands on either sides of her head, shutting her voice out as he took away her memories. All her life flashed in front of her eyes, from the moment you were born to when she saw you soundly sleeping, oblivious to everything that was happening. "I love you, honey." She mumbled before passing out, Jin's smile being the last thing she saw.

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You woke up with a groan, your head pounding as you held onto it. Squinting, you looked at the night light streaming in through the little place where the curtain didn't cover the window. You slowly got out of bed and stepped out of the bedroom, glancing around to see any signs of Jin. You heard noises from the kitchen and followed it, smiling on finding Jin cooking food. You crossed your arms and leaned on the doorframe, happy that this was something you were going to get used to. "So you can cook too?" You asked, making Jin look at you with a raised eyebrow. He wiped his hands on a hand towel before making his way to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, smiling at you adoringly. "Did you have a good nap?" He inquired as you nodded and leaned into his chest. Jin inhaled your scent and hugged you tighter, satisfied with the way things had turned out. You spotted the fire outside the cabin, frowning and pulling away from Jin to see it closely. You stared out the window and tried to find the cause of the fire, sighing when you didn't see anyone. "Probably some teens having a bonfire." Jin said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just burned everyone's bodies in that very fire. Shrugging you turned to him, blushing when you saw him staring at you with love struck eyes. Biting your bottom lip, you went to hug him and hid your face in his shirt. He chuckled and kissed your head, resting his chin on it. Your heart fluttered, this was probably the best you ever felt. This was home now, Jin was home and you didn't want it any other way. "Oh I almost forgot. I think your mother sent something for you. I found it lying by the door." He said, fishing out a paper from his pocket. You frowned and took it, telling Jin you'll be back as he nodded and let you go. You headed to the bedroom and shut the door, wanting to be alone. If your mother sent this, then she probably already knew where you were already. It wasn't really possible to teleport things without knowing the exact location. You quickly unfolded the paper and began to read it.

∂єαя у/и,

ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɪ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅs, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ. ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴡʜʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴜs, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏ/ɴ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ sᴀғᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴀsᴋ.

You sniffled, looking at the letter, flinching at the sudden knock on the door before it opened. "Dinner's rea- oh, are you okay, love?" He asked, frowning in concern. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile, sad but happy with how everything was going. You placed the letter beneath your pillow and made your way out of the room, holding Jin's hand on the way. Jin couldn't explain how ecstatic he felt that he had take away the part of your memory right before you fell unconscious. He wasn't sure how he would explain the pleas of help that you had heard. He didn't have to deal with that anymore though. In your mind, you had only fallen asleep without any trouble. "They aren't coming after us, Jin." You stated cautiously, looking at his reaction. Obviously, he already knew. He had carefully come up with the appropriate words and made your mother write it by keeping her under a spell before sending her far from you. "Really?" He asked, faking surprise as you nodded at him. He smiled and held you hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. Hesitantly, you moved closer and placed your lips on his, giving him a short and sweet kiss. He stared at you in amusement as you cupped his cheeks. "You were worth it, Jin." You whispered before kissing him passionately. The amulet glowed, but you didn't notice. It was a memento for Jin, of everything he had done to have you but you didn't notice. Your fate was sealed then and there. Love was crazy and it made everyone crazy. Just like Jin was crazy for you. He had kept his promise of never letting you go and he was gonna make sure it stayed that way. Not even the gods above could do anything about it.

AFTER A BILLION YEARS, I FINALLY POSTED IT. UNEARTHLY: PART ONE OF SEVEN. Excuse any spellings, it's too hard to edit this cause it is too long. I hope this was okay. I have all other stories planned. Please be patient with me, THANK YOU.

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Friendships

daAuthor : chewie-redbird

Word Count :  1,1020

Warnings : uh jealousy, lies, horrible people, second-guessing and smuty stuff…. #SorryNotSorry

Summary : Cordelia ‘Cordy’ O’Brien is seen running through the rain at 3 a.m., heading towards her Godmother’s house. Upon arriving, (Y/N) West-Posey answers waving her handgun around yelling, to realize it’s her Goddaughter. (Y/N) tries to talk with Corey, but get interrupted by Cordy’s mom, Talia Knight-O’Brien calling. (Y/N) handles Talia while letting Cordy go to bed, telling her they will talk about it in the morning. (Y/N) calms Talia, saying she’ll tell her everything tomorrow and heads to bed but checks on Cordy. Finally back in bed, (Y/N) tries to sleep but Tyler Posey keeps teasing her. In the morning, she starts to make breakfast, Cordy walks down and tease her Godmother about her night. (Y/N) and Cordy sit to eat when Tyler walks down, kisses his wife goodbye, and bumps into Talia at the front door. (Y/N) and Talia wait for Cordy to talk which they find out she had a huge fight with her best friend Allison ‘Ali’ Roden. (Y/N) tells Cordy friends fight, but true friendships overcome those fights and become stronger. Using their friendship for example, (Y/N) leaves the two while Talia tells about a fight that nearly broke theirs. Which angers Cordy and goes to sit with (Y/N), which she explains the situation about what happens. They go back in to find Ali, wanting to talk, so the adults head back outside to give them space. They talk and reminisce about their lives, until it seems too quiet, making (Y/N) joke. Eventually the girls come out, (Y/N) jokes again and they say they’ve talked through it, and thanks her mom and godmother for their help. The girls leave for a day of bonding when (Y/N) points out it’s Friday where Talia tries to stop them. (Y/N) reminds her they deserve this break, considering they worked hard at their school and it’s not like they never skipped. So (Y/N) and Talia spend the rest of the day reminiscing about their own friendship and their fights and how they are forever connected.

Characters : Talia Knight, Tyler Posey, Dylan O’Brien, Holland Roden and OC characters : (Y/N) West-Posey, Cordelia ‘Cordy’ Nicole Katherine O’Brien and Allison ‘Ali’ Roden.

*A/N : Hey everyone, here's another random dream I had! So I changed it to fit the reader and also who the reader is with! Cause it was just some random dream hunk and I wish it was Tyler Posey….cause who can blame me? Also this dream contains my sister, my BFF, Talia @daydreamingfairy. So it was only fair to make her husband the amazing Dylan O’Brien since the reader was with Tyler. Also Talia’s child, Cordelia is named after Cordelia Chase from Buffy the Vampire Slayer!! Shout out to Charisma Carpenter for her amazing role! Love you girl!! Also in story Cordelia’s BFF is Holland Roden’s child Alison ‘Ali’ Roden named after Crystal Reed’s character Allison Argent. So more shout outs to Holland Roden and Crystal Reed!! As always, my stories are shout outs to who's is in them, Tyler Posey and Dylan O’Brien, thanks for being who you are!! Also there’s a smutty part…..couldn’t help myself!! Whoops!!! Also shout out to San Francisco, a place I’d love to visit someday. Also (y/e/c) means your eye colour. Also this part with the * and (....) is an inner dialogue with oneself during a flashback! Also there is a small shout thing I just had to add from one of @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone one-shots!! I have finally finished writing this!! It has taken me forever to, but I did it and I’m proud of it! Hope you all like it as well!

*Third Person POV*

It’s a cold, rainy night in San Francisco as a teenage girl is seen running down a street. The silky brunette hair damped, the tanned skin glowed under the street lights. The 18 year-old comes upon the emerald green and black house, an old Victorian style home with six bedrooms. Walking up to the gate, she continues to the wrap-around porch. The bright red door shines under the porch light. The teen rings the doorbell, and begins to knock after hearing nothing. 

She slowly knocks, looking scared and confused, then a light inside turns on. Anxious and unsure, she patiently waits for the door to open and hopefully be wrapped in welcoming arms. With every footstep coming closer, her stomach erupts in butterflies as she isn’t one-hundred percent as to how she’ll be welcomed. Knowing the person about to find her on their porch has a rage she vowed to never see again. She swallows the lump in her throat as she hears the unlocking, watches the doorknob slowly turns and stops. The door opens suddenly in a flurry as a person rushes out swinging their arm out making the girl duck.

*(Y/N)’s POV*

It was a normal Thursday night, you were laying down watching your favourite TV show at the moment. Even though you knew you had to go open the dinner at 6 a.m. you just couldn’t stop at cliffhangers. Though recently got hard to be comfortable when your husband decided to wrap his arms around you in his sleep. You’d shimmy and wiggle but couldn’t get comfy while in this awkward position of halfway sitting up and lying down.

“Babe” you’d whisper poking his nose, he’d just groan and barry his face into your side,

“Honey” you tried louder while running your hand through his silky brunette hair as he hums slightly at the feeling,

“What?” he groans tilting his head to look up at you,

“You need to let go, I’m kinda in an awkward position” you giggled as he looks at how your sitting,

“Oh sorry” he says letting you go but suddenly pulls you closer as he hovers over you,

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask as you look into his dark chocolate eyes as he sends you a mischievous smirk.

He doesn’t answer as he kisses your neck, biting and licking it lightly then slowly continues downward. You moan at the sensations, your skin beginning to burn where his lips touched. He soon disappears under the covers, leaving love bites down your body making butterflies erupt in your stomach. You feel his hands play with the waistband of your Chanel Emerald green silk PJ shorts before he pulls them off slowly. You squirm as his breathe hits your exposed core, anticipation too much.

“Either do something or I will” you warn him as he growls and dives in making you gasp out loud.

He continues making you see stars, your toes curling, hands bunching up the sheets as you moan his name. This continues for a few minutes with him never stopping, adding fingers to make you scream for him. That familiar tightening in your stomach happens you move your hands into his hair pulling hard.

“Ty…Ty...I’m….” you start to state your about to come when something catches your attention.

Tyler pops his head up out of the blanket and looks at you as you look at him in confusion. Then you both hear the doorbell again and then knocking. You both look at the clock, seeing it’s 3 in the morning making you groan in anger. The knocking continues making you push Tyler off you, pull on your shorts and grab your robe. You storm down the stairs turning the light on, reaching the nightstand next to the door.

You open the drawer, pull out your trusty pistol and pulling back and releasing the slide mechanism. You unlock the door, slowly turn the doorknob and stop, breathe out then you swing the door open. You come busting thru the door waving your pistol in the air yelling,

"Alright, where do you want it?! In the left or right ass cheek?!?!” you look around then down to see a girl who looks no more than 18,

"Aunty (Y/N)! Aunty (Y/N)! It's me! Cordy!" she yells looking down while waving her hands around bending down.

You look down at her giving your famous scoul,

"Cordelia! What in the hell are you doing knocking on my door at 3 in the morning'?",

"I'm sorry, but I had no else to go" she says standing up straightening her outfit.

You just look at her then say,

"Girl, get in the house" you move to let her in as you hit her upside the head when you hear,

“Who the hell is making so much noise?” you see your neighbor looking over at you from her porch,

“Bam, mind your own business and go back to bed you old hag” you yell at her,

“What did you say?” Bam says moving her ear towards you,

“I said get your ass in your house before I put a bullet in your old ass” you yell aiming your pistol at her making her run back inside then you head inside shutting the door and lock it,

“Nosey ass bitch, I swear one day I’m going back to jail because of her” you mutter to yourself as you put the safety back on and placing the pistol back in the drawer.

"Why did you answer the door with your gun?" Cordy asks you as you turn back to her,

"It’s 3 in the morning, the only people knocking on the door are crack heads and the police. Now, you gonna tell me why you’re knocking on my door instead of being at that best friend of yours?" you look at her while crossing your arms across your chest, she just looks away avoiding your gaze,

"Girl you better answer me! I won't ask twice!" you state placing your hands on your hips.

She just looks up at you with this sad look and right when she opens her mouth the phone rings. You walk over and see her mom’s name flashing on the caller I.D.,

"It's your Momma, what is she gonna tell me? What am I gonna tell her?" you look at her as she just starts crying holding her hand wiping at the tears.

You just huff grabbing the phone and answer it,

"Hold on" you put the phone to your shoulder while hearing her mom yelling,

"Girl go on to the guest room, I'll handle your Momma, but we are talking tomorrow morning" you tell her waving to go upstairs as she gives you a smile.

Before heading up the stairs, she runs and gives you a hug and says,

"Thank you Aunty" then runs up.

Shaking your head at her, you finally put the phone to your ear, 

"Talia come down, breathe, breathe, breathe" you say to your best friend and after you finally calm her down,

"Is she there? Was that her? Do I need to come over? I'm coming over!" she says rushing around,

“Talia, Talia, TALIA!" you yell to get her attention,

"What?" she asks stopping in the middle of putting on a jacket,

"Yes, she is hear. She's staying up in my guest room for the night. And no I don't know anything. The poor girl just shows up on my doorstep ruining my lovely night with....um... what's his face...but don't worry. Nothing will happen now she's here, fucking little bitch. But I am talking to her in the morning and I'll call you after" you explain what the plan is,

"What? No, I'm coming over. I'm gonna bring her home" she said sounding like a worried mom,

"Talia, she's fine, she can stay here tonight. If she wanted to be home she could have. Doesn't that best friend of hers live closer to your then me?" you state as she thinks for a minute,

"....Yeah ok, you make a point" she agrees,

"And aren't I your sister, so you know I will eventually tell you. And even if she doesn't want me to, you know I'll get her to tell you herself" you tell her,

“.......Ok yes, your right again" she sighs in defeat,

"So just rest, relax, she's safe, and I'll call you tomorrow" you say,

“......Ok fine, I'll try to relax...." she replies,

"Talia?" you also again,

"What?" she inquires,

"Breathe, she's safe, get some sleep" you tell her knowingly,

"Fine, ok, I'm relaxing" she admits,

“Also, don’t call my daughter a bitch. Only I get to do that” Talia jokes,

“Hey I get to call her whatever I damn well please when she is being a god damn cockblock” you say laugh with her,

"Goodnight Ms. O’Brien” you say smiling,

"Goodnight Ms. Posey" she says back while you hear the smile then she hangs up as do you and walk back upstairs.

As I walk up the stairs, I see my pictures on the wall and reminisce about my life up to this point. I see the guest door still open, so I walk over and cheek on Cordy, who seems to be fast asleep with her wet shirt hanging of the green hamper. I quietly go over and push the shirt in the hamper then move to Cordy’s side.

“How mad was Mom?” Cordy asks sleepy with her eyes still closed,

“She was just worried is all. We’ll call her in the morning after we talk. Have a good rest Cordy, see you in the A.M.” you say giving her a kiss on her forehead, leaning back to pull the blanket up a bit before getting up to the door.

Turning to make one last look at your beautiful goddaughter, you shut the light off and close the door most of the way leaving a little bit open so the hallway light peaks in. You walk back to your room, closing the door as quietly as you can.

“Who was it?” your husband asks you as you walk back over to your side of the bed, taking off your robe as you place it on the little hook near the window edge,

“It was Cordelia. She is staying in the guest bedroom for the night, no I don’t know why she is here, yes Talia already knows and yes I'm gonna find out tomorrow” you tell him smiling as you lay down, shimmying to get comfy leaving him with his mouth open as you answered all the questions he was just gonna ask.

“How’d you know what I was gonna ask?” he looked so confused,

“It’s cause I know you so well” you say smiling then give him a kiss,

“Why’d you kiss me?” he asks still confused making you giggle,

“Cause you look adorable when you’re confused” you confess making him smirk as he pulls you closer, hovering above you,

“Nuh uh” you say pushing him back up when he leaned down to kiss you,

“What? Why?” he asks,

“Cause my goddaughter is in the house,” you say as a-matter-factly making him groan then he shoots you his infamous puppy dog eyes,

“Hmmmm no please, not the puppy dog eyes” you say trying to not look at him pushing his face away from you,

“Please, look at me” he whines as he grabs hold of your hands and pins them down leaving kisses on your neck and jaw until you finally cave in and look at him.

Your stare at him, looking at his short curly dark brown hair, his pretty dark brown eyes, his slightly crooked jaw as he stares back.

Wow a lot can change in 20 short years, especially since that amazing trip you had taken with your best friend, your sister. For your highschool graduation gift from your families, you were given money to a trip down to L.A. with plane tickets, hotel rooms and shopping money. You dipped into your savings to bump you guys to first class tickets cause your first time on a plane wasn’t gonna be in coach. Spending your days shopping and nights going to bars dancing. Who knew you would be thankful to a couple of pervy jerks, cause without them, you would never have met your husbands.

*flashback*

“We are young and fine. Let’s do some damage” you announce smiling at Talia as you both look over your new outfits. Pleased with yourselves, you walked up to the bar waiting for the bartender to come over. That’s when you feel a hand on your ass as you look down at it, you look back up to see this guy smiling at you. You turn to look at your best friend, she looks at you too as you see an arm around her shoulders.

“Why would two fine ass girls like yourselves be by yourselves?” the one with his arm around your sister asks with a slight slur,

“Yeah, sweetness, how could you be alone?” the one with his hand on your ass asks you,

“We are having a girls night” you satate as you two grab your drinks and walk away from them,

“Well, would you like to dance cupcake?” the guy asked Talia,

“Yeah, baby, let’s dance” the guy ask while trying to snake his arm around your waist putting the hand back to where it is as you share a look with Talia.

“Ahhhh…..we’re good” you both say at the same time, turning to leave whipping your hair at them as you strut away.

You guys finally meet up with your friends who had a VIP table near the dance floor,

“Oh my god! You guys made it!” you hear this squeal and then loud voice before this woman in a bachelorette sash and crown jumping up and down,

“Yeah sorry we’re late. Took someone a long time to get ready” Talia states while shooting you a look,

“Well. I had to look good. And I believe I do” you say twirling showing off your new midnight black Off the Shoulder Tiered Ballgown by Mac Duggal and the loubi red Catchy Two Peep Toe Pump by Christen Louboutin heels. Your simple Ruby square shining on the gold chain that was once your mother’s favourite necklace that was given to her by your dad on their first date. Your (y/h/c) hair in curls styled after your favourite The Vampire Diaries character, Katherine Pierce.

“Do I look otherworldly and threatening?” you smile with your crimson red lips shining making your smokey black eyes pop which only help with your (y/e/c) look more radiant,

“Beautiful, you sure you don't wanna dance?” that guy whose hand was on your ass asks again,

“Excuse you, but we are in the middle of a conversation Einstein” you reply turning your back to him but sadly he just can’t take a hint,

“Fine with me, we can just talk and have a drink before we dance” he says with a slur, walking up behind you before he puts his hand back around your waist,

“Ugh as if” you state as you shove him away from you,

“Uh private party dude!” your friend Kelly says giving him the stink eye,

“Hey no need to get violent bitch” the one who hung around Talia comes up,

“Did I just hear you right? You didn’t just call my sister a bitch?” Talia moves in front of the guy giving him her infamous “please keep talking so I can hit you” scowl, her burgundy Cross Back Satin Jersey Gown by La Femme dress shining off the club’s lights and as she wore her new black Top Lace Peep Toe Louboutin Booties.

“Talia its fine. Let it go. You have only one more anger management class left” you whisper the last part trying to pull her back to your side,

“Yeah I called her a bitch. So what? Y’all just teases.” the guy slurs and then they take off,

“Ugh drunk bastards. Should’a let me punch him” Talia states punching her fist to her hand,

“Yeah but you only have one more class to go to before your done. Thanks though, I would’a let you if he kept it up” you reply laughing a little.

You spent a fair amount of time with your friends drinking and talking about the wedding to come. It was almost perfect before Kelly was begging you guys to sing for her, as it was a known fact with anyone who knew you two, y'all had the voices of angels.

“No, no, no, we aren’t singing tonight. Tonight was supposed to be about you” you say smiling,

“Come on! Please! I love your guys’ voices! It’ll make my night! Think of it as a bachelorette gift to me as I see you two didn’t bring me one!” Kelly pleads, smirking at you,

“You were supposed to get the gift” Talia brings up,

“Well since we are singing at the wedding, I thought our mere presence was enough tonight” you sigh as Kelly gives you puppy dog eyes,

“Fine! Okay! We’ll sing” you yell a little louder then you meant too, then sadly the drunks just happened to be nearby,

“Wow gorgeous can sing?!” the one who liked you stumbled back to you,

“What about you Goddess?” the one Talia wanted to hit asks her,

“Wow you smell like you were dropped in scotch” you state turning your head the other way,

“Why don’t you answer me sexy?” the guy asks getting dangerously close to Talia’s striking range as she continues to ignore him,

“Can you sing for me Princess?” he asks you,

“Still can’t take a….” you were saying until it hit you, you looked at Talia who noticed your look,

“Actually, yeah I can sing you something” you smile while walking away with Talia in tow towards the stage.

You two get up on the stage as you tell her what song y’all be singing, so she can tell the band. You stand on the stage as Talia joins you, handing you a microphone, as you both share a smile. The club goes dark, then the stage lights up as this woman comes on stage in a simple red dress.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, do we have a treat for you. For does that don't know me, my name is Lauren and this is my club. My two very best friends (Y/N) and Talia wish to sing some gentlemen a song. And trust me, these women have the voices of angels so yall should enjoy the show!” Lauren states as some dim lights turn back on in the club as well as two spot lights.

The band starts to play the music, everyone quites down, Kelly and the others are screaming and the two guys have no clue what's about to happen.

“Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like,

I can always see them coming from the left and from the right” you sing after blowing the guys a kiss,

“I don't want to be a priss,

I'm just trying to be polite,

But it always seems to bite me in the-”” Talia sings adding her majestic voice to the song,

“Ask me for my number,

Yeah, you put me on the spot” your voice captivating,

“You think that we should hook-up,

But I think that we should not”

“You had me at hello,

Then you opened up your mouth” Talia sings perfectly,

“And that is when it started going south,

Oh!” you both sang as your voices blended perfectly,

“Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-,

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

No, you can't buy me a drink,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint” you sang together in harmony as you moved to stand near the guys, playing with their hair and then Talia hit the one guy in the shoulder as we walked away,

“I guess you still don't get it,

So let's take it from the top” you sang as you sat down near where Kelly and them were sitting as they were dancing,

“You asked me what my sign is,

And I told you it was stop” Talia sang coming to sit with you turning your backs to each other to lean on,

“And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped” you sang leaning forwards a little,

“You'd be here,

And I'd be on a yacht” you both sang,

“Oh!” you sang as you both stood up,

“Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-,

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

No, you can't buy me a drink,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint” your voices sang out of the speakers as people were dancing to the beat and you two moved about the club,

“What about "No"

Don't you get” you sang as you two made it back to each other as you came closer to the two guys who were still up front near the stage,

“So go and tell your friends” Talia sang as she shoved the one guy,

“I'm not really interested” you both stood in front of the guys,

“It's about time that you're leavin'” you sang giving him a dismissive wave,

“I'm gonna count to three and” Talia picked up pointing at the one guy,

“Open my eyes,

And you'll be gone” you both sang as you walked around them,

“One” Talia sang as she pointed at the guy,

“Get your hands off my-” you sang as you slapped his hand away from grabbing your ass,,

“Two” Talia sang as she pointed two fingers now,

 “Or I'll punch you in the-” you sang as you got in his face,

“Three” Talia now pointing three fingers at him,

“Stop your staring at my-” you sang as you shoved him away,

“Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

I am not your missing link,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

Take a hit take a hint,

Whoa…,

Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint!” you both sang as you moved back to walk on the stage as everyone was dancing and grooving to your guys voices.

As the song comes to an end, everyone stands up and cheers for you guys and some boos at the two guys who walked away in embarrassment. You and Talia laugh and smile as you take a bow as Lauren comes back onto stage,

“Oh my god. That was an amazing, who else agrees?” she asks the crowd who yells in agreement as we make our way back to Kelly and our friends,

“Wow you guys were amazing thanks!” Kelly screams in delight as she hugs us as the DJ continues his music.

We continued drinking and laughing for another 40 minutes until we were rudely interrupted by those same drunk guys.

“Hey!” the one who had liked Talia yelled as we all stopped talking to look at him and his friends,

“That wasn’t cool that y’all dissed us like that” the one who kept putting his hand on your ass said looking pissed,

“Well look who sobered up a little” you said smirking making Talia giggle which only made him more angry,

“You btichs need to learn some respect!” the one who liked Talia yelled giving you a dirty look,

“Excuse me? And who the hell gonna do that? You?” Talia asked while putting her hands on her hips giving them a dismissive look,

“Yeah us!” the one who liked you yelled, as at the moment everyone was watching the scene unfold,

“Me gustaría verte probar idiota (I would like to see you try idiot)” you state smiling as the Spanish came out fluently,

“What you say hoe?” the one who liked Talia asks confused,

“What? Don’t know Spanish? ¡Tú, cerdo sin cultura espeluznante!” (You, creepy uncultured swine!)” Talia replies moving her right foot backwards a little making a Charlie's Angels ass kicking pose which only you notice,

“Well sorry we didn’t know we were hitting on some putas” the one who liked Talia states smiling like he just won some verbal argument as his friends laugh,

“Wow how original, take long for you to come up with that?” you say rolling your eyes,

“Such a comeback, hope you didn’t have to dig deep in that shallow pool of witty one liners” Talia says as you two laugh at them which only angered them more as everyone else laughs as well.

In a flash second, they started to come at you two so you and Talia were already to defend yourselves when two figures come out of nowhere and punched the two drunks. You and Talia are shocked and a little disappointed you didn’t get to kick their asses yourselves. As the two guys turned around shaking their hands they used to punch is when you let out the loudest squeal you were sure it had to be someone else who did it. Making everyone look at you as you covered your face as it turned red from embarrassment trying to calm yourself down. Talia was shocked silent lost in her head as the two guys walked up to you two smiling at your reaction. As it was with a lot of things between you and your self-proclaimed sister, you showed your fan girl side very clearly while very calm on the inside while she was the exact opposite. One of the things you hated her for, especially in moments like this one where you met your favourite actors.

“Hi, sorry to intervene but I hate assholes” Tyler Posey says as he sends you guys his crooked smile making you squeal a little more as you take a deep breathe,

“Yeah, especially if they are sexist too” Dylan O’Brien adds smiling as you turn to look at Talia who was still frozen looking cool, so you poke her side and just like that she is able to talk,

“Yes thanks you guys. But it was unnecessary, we could’a handled it ourselves” Talia says like she’s talking to some guy and not her movie crush,

“Yeah dealing with those guys who have been a little fun actually, been too long since we had a good fight” you finally say smirking as you look at Tyler crossing your right arm over your stomach, sticking your chest out a bit more while slightly pushing your boobs up a little all while playing with the ends of your long hair with your left hand making sure the ends keep falling to your cleavage* (... classy, Y/N … very classy of yourself),

“Uh yeah, we haven’t introduced ourselves…” Tyler says but Talia cuts him off,

“Yeah we know who you are Tyler, we are fans actually. We love Teen Wolf” she says stretching her hand out, Dylan immediately grabs it before Tyler,

“Talia Knight” Talia states with her killer smile,

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman” Dylan says giving Talia’s hand a kiss,

“And I’m (Y/N) West, enchanté” you extant your hand to Tyler which he takes and kisses which make you blush,

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” Tyler says smiling,

“Ohhh Shakespeare. I love a cultured man” you say standing closer to him,

“Would you like to have a drink with us?” Dylan asks as Talia and you share a look,

“Sure, we’d love to” Talia replies as we walk with them back to the bar.

Then you both realize the two guys had gotten up and tried to run at you four but sadly for them Talia and you were amazing martial artists. You kicked your left leg while Talia raised her right and you both roundhouse kicked the two backwards a little. You both ran up and kneed the guys in the stomach then flipped them over your shoulders. They stood up and lunged at you two only for you to elbow him in the ribs hard and kick his foot out from underneath him. Talia had decided to use her pam to hit the guy in the nose and grab his arm to force him onto the ground kneeling on him. You walked over and put a heel on the one guys’ chest as you applied pressure on his ribs.

“The next time you decide to attack a women, don’t” you state while you add a little more pressure causing the guy to squeal in pain,

“Show some respect also” twisting his hand causing her guy to yell,

“Woah” Tyler says in amazement as he watches you,

“I think I’m in love” Dylan says blushing afterwards,

“Promise us you won’t do this again?” you ask,

“Ok” the one underneath Talia says,

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Talia says twisting his hand again,

“Ahhh! Alright! Yes we promise!” the guy yells in pain as we let them get up,

“Good, now we don’t want to have this conversation again!” Talia says pointing her finger at them as she brushes off her dress like there was dust,

“I very much don’t like to get very unladylike” you say fixing your hair then sticking your nose in the air while strutting back over to Tyler and Dylan.

Talia and you had spent the rest of the night drinking with Dylan and Tyler, eventually joining your friends with them in tow. As luck would have it, you hit it off with Tyler while Talia did with Dylan, resulting in both of you taking the guys back to your hotel rooms. Besides a very heated moment, all you and Tyler did was watch movies and play card games while getting to know each other. Well, as far as you would tell that’s all that happened though you never say how far you went. For Talia on the other hand, from the bedhead look and last night’s make-up on her face wasn’t enough evidence, the fact she answered her door wrapped in a sheet to get her coffee from you in the morning was. While that and seeing Dylan come out from the bathroom in his boxers and seeing the bed all messed up were also key points in your deduction. You left the two bunnies alone to go back to your room as you just wanted to drop off Starbucks.

The rest of the trip was spent been shown L.A. by Tyler and Dylan, as you grew closer with Tyler while Dylan grew closer with Talia. But sadly it was time to head back home and away from Tyler and L.A. and the shops. At the airport, Tyler revealed that he had grown so close to you over the short time and wanted to continue to talk. After months of texting and calls and Facebook messages, Tyler had asked you to be his official girlfriend. And a year after that, the world blew up as Tyler revealed you as his girlfriend at the San Diego Comic Con on July 21, 2016. And it has been a fairy tale ever since and eventually Tyler had proposed to you on your 25th birthday. And then married on your mom’s birthday a year after on July 25th. And now living in your guys’ house you bought together and fixed up to be your dream house.

Talia and Dylan’s relationship grew fast and they just fit so well together it wasn’t shocking. Talia was made for the spotlight, as they didn’t hide their relationship from the press as she tagged along to all of his events. She seemed to help him a lot after his accident in 2016 during a dark period of his life. A year later, Talia had become easily pissed and over emotional and had weird cravings. Until it clicked for you that she may be pregnant and bought a test to be sure which became a small fight between you two. Until she came to you crying as she held the test showing positive in the middle of the night. You were able to calm her, even get her to tell Dylan, which he was thrilled for and immediately proposed to her afterwards. They soon shared their news with their families and friends and then the world at the premiere of American Assassin. Which lead to you becoming the godmother to Cordelia Nicole Katherine O’Brien while Tyler was the godfather.

*flashback ends*

As we lay there, I slowly trace his face with my fingers as I am lost in memories of how we met and slowly became the couple we are now. While I continue to look at him, he begins to grin at me, as he looks confused,

“Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks as he moves closer,

“I was just thinking of how we meet. How we started as friends and grew into us. How you were amazed with my ability to defend myself” you smile trying to move up but he just pulls you under him climbing on top, pinning you to the bed,

“Oh, I remember that. You kicked that guys ass! It kinda scared me a little. Had to put in a mental note not to piss you off…...or scare you after that one time” Tyler says laughing a little,

“Well that was entirely your fault! You should never have sneaked up on me when I thought I was home alone!” you defend yourself remembering when you got back to your guys’ house.

You knew you didn’t have to have that little time of moving into an apartment together with Tyler like any ex-boyfriend of yours. You and Tyler clicked easily, even your Mom saw it when he was able to visit you and as well his parents. So when it came time to move in together, you proposed that you guys get a house instead, as you knew he was it for you. You guys bought a nice Old Victorian style house in L.A. so he could be close to the studios. It kinda scared you to be away from everyone you knew but you did cause you loved Tyler. So one time you bought groceries after work, you came home when you thought Tyler was returning the next day. But Tyler had been able to get off earlier and returned sooner, he wanted to surprise you…..and he did. It was around 8 p.m. when you finally get home, you had just walked into the kitchen and put down the groceries on the counter when you felt a presence behind you. Quickly getting into action you elbowed the person in the stomach as they came up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. Then you grabbed their right hand and flipped them over your shoulder and quickly dropping onto your knees on their back. Then grabbed their hands and began to twist it when you finally realized heard your name and who it was.

“That hurt you know” Tyler whined and pouted as you giggled,

“What? Did I hurt here?” you giggle while poking his ribs tickling him as he tried to squirm away,

“Or here?” you continued to attack him as he laughed and then quickly grabbed your hands,

“Tyler....no....No!" you say a bit loudly as he tickled you.

Then he stopped and put a finger on your lips, shushing you as a thought came across his face then a mischievous smirk,

"You know....if your quiet for once....we can still ...continue from earlier" he bends down to kiss your neck’s sweet spot between each thought.

You lightly moan closing your eyes you slowly move your hands up along his back until you curl them into his hair as one of his hands slowly goes between you two and rubs between your legs over your shorts,

"Tyler please...that’s cruel", he just grins as then he slowly takes off your Chanel Emerald green silk-lace PJ shorts,

"Please what?" he questions like he wasn’t just trying to turn you on.

You slap him, and use your legs to swing him over making you the one top, you look down using your hands to travel down his very muscled chest, outlining his abs,

"You have no idea what you got yourself into" you say with a smirk, taking off your Chanel Emerald silk-lace PJ camisole then grab the red silk sheets and pulling them over you guys.

You kiss him roughly showing all the passion and love between you guys as he grabs your hips. You slowly begin to grind down on him feeling as you feel he is already ready to go as apparent to the bulge that you feel. He quickly leans up with you as you help him remove his Under Armor black shorts then he flips you guys again. He kisses you when he lines himself up and pushes he is fully in making you gasp. You both begin a rhythm slowly pushing each other to your edge, as you both claw at each other’s bodies.

You continue to moan as he assaults your body with kisses, leaving hickies all over which you never care to hide. He continues to change his pace, then he helps bring your legs around his waist so he gets deeper into you. Your moans kept growing louder and more frequent as he tries to kiss you to keep you from waking up your house guest. Wanting more, you slightly push on his chest, as he leans up, you motion to move your legs to his shoulders which he helps with. As you are almost folded in half, he pushes back in, you scream out in passion as he groans loud also feeling how tight you were. He kept slowly raising his pace as he kept hitting your g-spot, you tried to not scream too loudly. You hands clawed at his back leaving bloody scratches up and down his back as he grabbed the bed to steady himself.

You felt the familiar tingle began to slowly grow in your stomach as you realized he started to get sloppy signaling he was getting close. So you bring his head down and kissed him hard as your moans and groans are muffled. You lean your head back as you look at him, he stares into your eyes as you signal you are close. He understands without being told and goes faster then he was and moved so he kept hitting you in the right spot. You start to bunch the sheets in your hands as you feel slowly began to engulf you. Then like being woken up by a bucket of cold water, your orgasim hits you as you let out the loudest scream. He continues to pump into you riding out your high as he suddenly stops and you feel the warmth of him filling you.

He pulls out and goes into the bathroom to grab a warm cloth as you come down from your high. He returns all cleaned up, as you look at him, slightly giggle as you see his dick swing with his steps. He comes up and starts to clean you up but as your still a little sensitive so you moan a little as you grab his hand. He just smiles and continues cleaning then goes to though the cloth in the laundry basket as he returns to you. He helps you put on your shorts and camisole as you were tired out, he puts on his shorts and lays down next to you. Pulling you close to him as you put your head on his chest and fall asleep as he runs his hand through your hair.

You wake up in the morning happily as you stretch sitting up looking to see Tyler still asleep with his hair sticking up all over the place. Deciding to have a shower, you lean over and kiss Tyler on the cheek before getting out of bed grabbing your robe. You grab your cell from the side table unplugging it from the charger, you walk in your master bathroom. Turning on the shower to the right temperature, you walk back over to the counter while picking out your playlist for this morning. You pick out your Shakira playlist, starting with “Hips Don't Lie” ft. Wyclef Jean as you take off your robe and PJs.

As you hop in, you sing along with the song as you start to shampoo your hair with your Herbal Essences Body Envy Volumizing Shampoo with Citrus Essences. You are so into the song you don’t realize Tyler had woken up and had come into the bathroom until you hear him giggle.

“Tyler! What the hell are you doing?” you ask picking out from the curtain as you see him urinating into the toilet,

“Well, what do you think I’m doing?” he asks smuggly,

“That’s just gross you know, couldn’t have waited until I was done?” you ask closing the curtain again,

“Well then I couldn’t do this” Tyler states as you were gonna ask what, he had hopped in the shower making you squeal in surprise,

“Tyler!” you giggle as he wraps his arms around you giving your neck a kiss,

“Morning baby” Tyler says continually kissing up and down your neck and shoulder making you moan slightly.

You turn around and pull his head down to kiss him as you back up hitting the tile wall then he grabs your ass. Signaling for you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist as you feel he is already to continue what you did last night. Never surprised as you both had a healthy sex drive and when its as amazing as it is between you two, who could blame you. He lines up and slams into you while still kissing you which muffles the loud moan that would have come out. Using his shoulders, you help him pump into you lifting yourself up and drop onto him which makes him groan.

As he keeps thrusting into you hitting your g-spot over and over, he remarks the same hickies all over your neck and shoulders. You know you aren’t gonna be able to hide the now very dark hickies even with your darkest concealer, though you never hide them anyways. You bump your head on the tile as you orgagasm builds in your stomach, moaning as loud you were last night. You know you are close, so you kiss him harder and look at him, as he understands your look he picks up his pace going faster. Then just as suddenly like last night, your earth shattering orgasim hits you hard and fast making you scream his name and curl your toes.

Tyler helps you ride out your high as he soon joins you too, his face contouring in ecstasy as he slows to a stop. Letting you down on your feet, he keeps a hold on your hips to stead you. Then he starts to rinse your hair shampoo and helps put in the conditioner which makes you smile. Then he happily helps you put on the Rose-Lavender body wash all over taking his time. You watch as he runs his hands all down your backside, then turns you around to come up the front. You bit your bottom lip when he painfully takes his time making sure he covered in between your legs. Then he finally comes up and kisses you again pushing you under the water, rinse the conditioner out of your hair. As you were done, you kissed him back pushing him against the wall as your hands travel down his chest to his stomach, to his abdomen and finally what you were looking for. He groans as you slowly pump him, but then he quickly felt cold and opens his eyes to see you hopping out and drying yourself off with a towel.

“That’s cold baby, real cold” Tyler whines as you finally look at him,

“Well, I was done. Luvs” you smile blowing him a kiss as you walk out into your room with a Maleficent laugh.

You dig through the closet wondering what to wear, finally deciding on a your favourite Wine Red Gucci suit. The blouse open enough to show just enough cleavage to be sexy and not slutty. The jacket is left open as you put on the matching mini skirt that came up to your mid-thigh. Choosing a pair of Red Louboutin pumps that have become your favourite. Deciding to use a simple red lipstick with shiny lip gloss with a smokey cat eye shadow.

You head on down and start making breakfast, deciding on a simple breakfast; scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and rice. You hear footsteps come down as you just finished cooking, starting to put plates on the cherry wood table.

"Well good morning Cordy, good sleep?" you ask smiling as she starts laughing,

"It was okay....probably not as good as yours" she says the last part under her breathe with a giggle but you still hear her,

"Oh my god! You heard us last night?!" you ask as she doesn’t hide her laugh,

"You’re not exactly quite Aunty" she answers as you shake your head, starting to put hash browns, bacon, rice and scrambled eggs on the table,

"If it makes you feel better, you tried. It must have been around the end when you started to get loud. I heard something before....but after yeah, didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening" she giggled,

"Girl shut up and eat your breakfast" you order as you put food on a plate handing her it, she looks at me in fake hurt,

"Well I’m not saying sorry for sleeping with my husband, your the one who came knocking on my door at 3 a.m." I tell her as you smile sitting down taking a drink from your orange juice, she takes it giggling when Tyler comes down, wearing black t-shirt, tight dark jeans and white Nike sneakers,

"Morning girls", he walks over to kiss you then grabs his cup of coffee already waiting for him,

"Morning Uncle Tyler, heard you had fun last night?" Cordy giggles as Tyler looks at her in shock then back to you and then you glare at her,

"You told her?" Tyler asks you,

"Excuse me, she heard US! I wanted to sleep after she got hear, your the one who wanted to continue!" you slightly yell at him as he just laughs,

"Well, I'm  sorry honey, your just too irresistible" he says giving you a kiss again,

"Ugh get a room" Cordy says then I send her a glare,

"Oh just eat your breakfast, brat" you demand as Tyler laughs, gives you another kiss then grabs his to go cup, already full, then kisses you again.

You smack his ass as he turns to leave for work as Cordy makes a gagging sound,

"K, well I'll see you later, and Cordy, such a pleasure as always" he waves at you guys as he heads to the front door, he opens it to see Talia standing there,

"Oh Talia, good morning, gotta go, late, he gives Talia a hug then leaves as you enter, closing the door and walking into the kitchen, sitting down with Cordy and you.

I just drink my orange juice as Cordy continues eating trying to not talk,

"Well, are you going to explain why I got a call saying my daughter left after an argument with her best friend at 2 in the morning?" Talia asks her daughter, Cordy just gulps,

"Cordelia, you better answer me!" Talia yells letting her worry slip out,

"Talia, give her a minute, she just woke up" you state as Talia glares at you,

"Don't you tell me how to act with my daughter!" Talia states as Cordy just looks at Talia, then you, and finally after a few minutes says,

"Me and Ali had a fight" Cordy explains as she looks down at her plate,

"About what?" Talia asks as you just take a drink and Cordy didn’t say anything,

"Cordelia Nicole Katherine David you better tell me!" Talia demands as you kick her under the table, Talia glares at you as you shake your head.

You take another drink from your orange juice as Talia breathes loudly, and decides to just wait for Cordy to tell you guys.

So after a few long ass minutes of waiting, Cordy finally says,

"Ali and me had a fight about her boyfriend Tyler, I found out that he had hooked up with this college girl last week at some party he went to from one of our friends who went to that party, so I told Ali and we started to argue, and she said I was jealous of her and how I'm a bitch for trying to ruin her relationship, and called me a hoe cause I just wanted him to myself" Cordy started to cry as she recalled what transpired last night,

"So I left her place and I didn't know where to go, and I just started to run, and I ended up here last night, I'm sorry I didn't just go home!" Cordy explains crying as Talia gets up and walks over to hug her,

"Oh my baby, it's ok, it's gonna be fine" Talia says with her motherly tone as you shake your head in agreement,

"Girl, it's ok if you wanna come hear, my door is always open, just call a head if you can next time" you say while Talia shoots you a glare as Cordy just laughs,

"Woman calm down, she knows I'm joking, besides this fight between you and Ali, it's gonna be ok" you say as Talia sits back down and Cordy laughs some more as she stops crying,

"Thanks I know" Cordy says wiping her face,

"You know you can always come home too" Talia adds,

"Yes Mom, I will next time" Cordy says smiling at her mom,

"There better not be a next time!" Talia says with all her motherly tone,

"T, calm down, you know life has a way of messing up" you say waving your best friend off taking another sip of your coffee,

"What do I do about Ali?" Cordy asks you two,

"Give her some time, she'll see that your right, she'll come around, this isn't the first time a best friend found out her bff's bf had cheated on her" you state like it’s a well known fact,

"Yeah how would you know?" Cordy said snarky,

"Well we survived it" you say as Talia shoots you a glare,

"What?! Who was it?!?" Cordy shot up from being in a slouched position looking between the two of you,

"Well it was me, my then boyfriend Jake, your Momma, my god when she found out" you laugh at the memories,

"What she do?!?" Cordy asks excited looking at Talia as she blushed,

"I overheard this bitch Janice, she was annoying, everyone in our college hated her, I was in the washroom when she came in, bragging that she slept with Jake the night before, saying how she finally gotten one over (Y/N), I came flying out of that stale, I slapped her, called her a slut and went to leave like a lady" Talia explains as Cordy looks shocked and you laugh,

"That's not all you did!" you laugh as Cordy asked,

"What? There's more!" as Talia gave you another glare,

"Janice came up and started to pull my hair, pushing me into the hallway, so I elbowed her in her stomach, until she let go, spun around and started to punch her, gave her some nice black eyes to match her make-up!" Talia said proudly,

"No way!!!!" Cordy jumped up in her seat,

"That's not what I was talking about" you say smiling as Talia sends another glare at you,

"(Y/N) keep your mouth shut" Talia points her finger at you,

"What else did Momma do? Come on please! Tell me! It helps me feel like I can get over this with Ali!" Cordy pouts at you two,

"Your Momma after that ordeal, went after Jake, stormed onto the field in the middle of a football game, went up to Jake, when he took off his helmet to ask her something, she slapped him, then pushed him down and started to pound into him, took 4 guys to get her off him" you explain laughing,

"No way! Momma is that true?" Cordy asks as Talia smiles a little,

"Yeah it's all true, I gave him and that slut hell for messing with my sister" Talia states proudly,

"Why did you not mention it before?" Cordy asks,

"Cause it wasn't my best shining moments" Talia says as you shake your head,

"Talia, that's a load of BS! You stood up for me! That's one of the reasons why I love you, even though you were suspended for a week for it" Talia and you laugh as Cordy looks confused,

"wait, how does that relate to my issue with Ali?" Cordy asks,

"Well shit, she was paying attention" you say shaking your head then Talia and you share a look,

"Well this one is all you sis" you say getting up as Talia tries to grab your arm,

"(Y/N) don't you leave me to explain this! (Y/N)!" Talia yells as you slink out the back door and you give Talia a wink before you close the door.

Cordy just looks at Talia confused as she sighs,

"Ok, I'm gonna tell you a story that doesn't paint me in a bright light" Talia states and Cordy just nods,

"Now, I wasn't thinking in my right mind, ok remember that!" Talia explains as Cordy just nods waiting patiently,

"Well way back, in our freshman year of college, I was dating an old friend of (Y/N) and mine, Jason was (Y/N)’s childhood friend, the closet guy friend she had at the time, we all went to high school together, I started to get close with Jason in the summer before college, now I never intended anything between us, I knew in highschool (Y/N) had a crush on him, I knew she was trying to get over it in our senior year, and she left in the summer to fully get over it, but one thing lead to another, and so we started to date" Talia says recalling those memories,

“Bitch please, you were all hot for Jason!” you yell into the house as Cordy laughs,

“Shut up and let me talk!” Talia yells back,

"....And?" Cordy asks impatiently,

"Well it was after Christmas break, at the New Year's Party, that (Y/N) came to me, she was crying, she finally calmed down, after we found a spot so we could hear each other, she told me that when she was away on Christmas vacation, she had caught Jason cheating on me with some other girl, and that wasn't the worst part, I asked how it could be worse, she said Jason kissed her to try to get her to not tell me, saying how he knew (Y/N) liked him and hoped she would take the offer, (Y/N) said she slapped him, told him to go to hell and punched him” Talia continues,

“Bitch you should’ve thanked me!” you kept adding your comments,

“Get in here and tell the story or shut up!” Talia yells then waits for your reply,

“Ok I’m keeping my mouth shut!” you reply,

“Still sounds like words to me!” Talia yells,

“So?” Talia asks you but you stay quiet,

“Good, now stay that way! Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, I was spiraling from what she told me, and that she was crying like a baby, only told me that she wasn't lying, I was furious, I was angry and hurt and I just boiled over right there, sadly since she was the one standing in front of me, (Y/N) got the full force of my anger, I yelled at her, hit her, throw things at her, I was a complete bitch to her..." Talia says as those horrible moments came flashing back while Cordy cut her off by getting up,

"You did what?! Mom, why?" Corsy asks as Talia tried to say something but Cordy just went to the back door, turned to look back at you,

"How could you to Aunty (Y/N)?!" she says as she slams the door making you look at her,

"Hey! Don't go slamming doors in my house!" you yell as she just comes and sits down on the wooden chair next to you, the red painted chairs you had sitting on the porch,

"But what Mom did to you of all people..." Cordy starts but you cut her off by raising your hand up,

"Don't you dare talk about your Momma like that, she's your Momma, now where did you two leave off in the story?" you ask as she thinks for a minute,

"You just told her about Jason and what he did and tried too with you” Cordy explains as you nod your head,

"Well, yes, your Momma did yell at me, threw things at me, hit me, but in her defense, this bitch Klaire, had gotten in her head saying how I wanted Jason back, and when I told her about what happened, it just boiled over, I left her after she stopped, we didn't talk again until she tracked me down at school on the first Friday back, she told me she confronted Jason, he admitted to everything, I literally said told you so, she slapped my shoulder, that was one of the longest times we went without talking with each other, we talked some more over ice capps, we eventually buried the hatchet, and we became stronger then ever, it's no mistake we have had fights throughout our friendship, some silly, some serious, some that even almost broke us apart, but we spent so much time together, that it would have been a shame to throw it all away, so as long as one of you keep fighting, your friendship is gonna survive this, maybe even become stronger" you tell Cordy who nods and gets up to give you a hug,

"Now why don't you go and apologize to your Momma.....before she kills me for allowing you to stay last night?" you pout as Cordy smiles and laughs,

"Ok Aunty, I'll go safe your but" she says getting up, you get up and shove her a little as you both laugh as you enter the house.

Then we see Ali standing near the front door by Talia looking like she heard someone had died,

"Well well, Alison Roden. Why don't you girls talk while me and T sit outside" you state looking at Talia, you two share a look, then out the back and sit down in the lounge chairs drinking your coffee when Talia threw a pillow at me,

"What was that?" you ask Talia,

"You had sex while my daughter was in the house!" Talia yells at you,

"Wha? How did you know?" you ask in shock as Talia laughs,

"Cause you have your "I had sex smile" on this morning” Talia tells you,

"Oh, well sorry, my man is just too sexy to not sleep with, besides, I thought we were quiet" you explain as Talia looks horrified,

"She heard you!" Talia yells,

"Yeah, we were quiet at first.....then I guess towards the end....she heard us" you say nonchalantly as you two laugh, and sit in silence for a while,

"It's either going well or we are gonna need my shovel" you say making Talia and you laugh as Cordy comes out, we take a look at her then look at each other,

"Damn, I need to get my shovel don't I?" you ask her making her laugh as she says,

"No Aunty, me and Ali are ok now, we are going to the mall now so loves!" she explains turning to leave and slams the door as Talia yells,

"Well love you too honey" you laugh while Talia looks at you confused, shaking your head,

"Isn't it Friday?" you ask as Talia checks her phone,

"Hey Cordy get your ass to school!" Talia tries to get up and run after her,

"Oh T, let them go, it's one day out of their senior years in highschool, it's not like she can't afford it, they are smart girls, straight A's, though where Cordy probably gets it from her dad" you say smugly as Talia throws another pillow at you,

"Besides. It's not like we didn't skip a few days in our senior years" you state as you two laugh back at the memories.

Talia sits back down, and you two just watch the birds sing in my willow trees in the backyard remembering all the memories of your friendship. All the good, the bad, the funny, the serious, the horrible and unforgettable. You two have been through a lot together, through heaven and hell, times of peace and war much like your guys’ favourite BFFs form Gossip Girl, Blair and Serena. But in the end you always had each other’s back in times of need, especially when you lost your Mom, as much as Tyler was there for you, only Talia could’ve gotten to you through your walls of sadness and depression. Only true friendships can overcome anything that life thoroughs their way to 

“If you had a friend you knew you’d never see again, what would you say? If you could do one last thing for someone you love, what would it be? Say it, do it, don’t wait. Nothing lasts forever.” ~ One Tree Hill

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I’m Not Jesus

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings: Issues with catholic religion, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture. There’s nothing explicit but it’s definitely there.

Finde me at AO3

Loosely based on the song I'm not Jesus by Apocalyptica ft. Corey Taylor. I've always had an issue when certain people don't get the punishment they deserve and I always have wanted to see justice happen. Fast forward to today and when I happened to stumble on the song once more after such a long time I immediately knew Gabriel would definitely give their just desserts to these kind of disgraceful bastards and not hold back on the punishment. This is still darker than the things I've written so far so please tread lightly. The Debriel at the end was just me indulging in my ship.

“SON OF A BITCH!”

A notebook and some pens flew across the motel room. Dean had had enough composure to not throw the laptop away along the other stuff.

“Dean, calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down!? This bastard could be doing something to any of those kids RIGHT NOW and we don’t have a way to get anywhere near them or get them out!”

Sam sighed while Dean dragged his hands through his hair in desperation.

“We can’t help it, after those kids tried to escape two days ago security has been reinforced…”

“Maybe we should just shoot the bastard down.”

“Dean, we don’t have actual proof that he is doing anything to them...”

“Sam, that kid Jason was trembling, TREMBLING when the cops told him they had to take him away from me and towards that bastard! You saw him crying for god’s sake!”

“...And it would be really bad if we caught the attention of the police if we suddenly disappear after the deed is done.”

Dean just glared at his brother. He was obviously right but it still sucked to be placed in this situation. They had come because they had read the corpse of a kid had been found in a riverbank nearby, the odd thing was that the kid had been at an orphanage run by a local church that according to rumours had apparently been missing children throughout the years that the church said they had transferred but never arrived to their destination.

After Jason and the other kid Rhys escaped, Dean was dreading that it had actually been the absolutely not supernatural but just as monstrous priest the one that had killed these kids. The worse was that now that the priest knew their faces they were unable to even walk two blocks near the building before any of the people at his congregation pointed them out and shooed them off. What could he actually do to gather proof that these kids needed to be rescued? He started to pace around the room trying to think of something.

“We need to think this out.”

“A fucking miracle, that’s what we need...” Suddenly, Dean stopped in his tracks. “Of course!”

Sam watched his brother sit at the edge of the bed and join his hands in prayer.

“Uh, maybe it would be easier to just use the phone, Cas can’t answer back with a prayer.”

“Shhh, dammit I’m trying to concentrate”

“Well maybe you could try harder, your prayers are the most laughable thing I’ve ever heard.”

Sam turned towards the newcomer’s voice, gun in hand before realising who it was.

“Gabriel!?”

“The One and Only” Gabriel winked at Sam “So—oomph!” Gabriel had been almost tackled by Dean with how hard the hunter had thrown himself to hug him.

“Man! I’m so glad you came! We need your help so bad! You’re my only hope.”

“Wow, I.. I’m happy to see you too...”

Sam looked at Gabriel with suspicion, he wasn’t sure if he had just seen the archangel blush for a fraction of a second. Quickly, Dean filled him in on the situation at hand. It was frightening to see how his usual aloof stance slowly turned into a mask shadowed by something terrible.

“...That’s why I called you, I want you to fly yourself in there and find proof against that bastard.”

“Oh, I’ll find proof alright.”

“...Gabe?”

After a snap of his fingers, Gabriel delighted himself with the look of shock both hunters gave him. In front of them, instead of the usual archangel, a fourteen or something year old version of Gabriel stood back at them. A thinner, more delicate frame than what was expected of him, soft locks of brown blondish hair curled over his blushed face, fairer skin that enhanced his rosy pouted lips. An evil grin that reflected the sparkle in his huge whiskey coloured eyes was the only thing that broke the angelical image he was giving out right now.

“Well, how do I look?”

Dean gulped down dryly.

“I mean this in the best worst possible way given the situation Gabe but… Man, you look like you’re literally asking for a banging from that son of a bitch.”

Sam snapped his head towards Dean with a glare of disapproval. It was true that right now Gabriel looked like a… depraved man’s wettest dream with such angelic looks but surely there was some sort of punishment for saying something like THAT to the face of a friggin’ actual archangel!

Surprisingly for Sam, this actually made Gabriel smile more. He snapped his fingers once more and surely a lightning came out of nowhere outside and rain started to fall, a minute later it was literally a downpour. Taking off his jacket and giving it to Dean he messed his hair more, undid the laces of his boots and a wave of his hand made him look like he had not been able to sleep under a roof for a week. He went to open the door.

“Well, I’m off.”

Before he stepped out, he felt someone holding his arm for a second. Gabriel turned to look at Dean.

“Gabe… be careful.”

Gabriel laughed. It was obvious the only person who would have to be careful was that bastard priest, he didn’t understand the reason Dean looked so concerned.

“Sure Dean-o, don’t worry about it.”

Confidently, he stepped outside and made a run towards the church five blocks away because of-fucking-course he had to be that extra with the scenario. Dean stood at the door until he could no longer see Gabriel before closing it back, went for a beer and sat down on the edge of the bed once more.

“Do you think he’ll gather enough proof to get that bastard in jail in just a night?”

Dean turned at his brother with an odd look.

“Sammy... If he gets proof that he’s doing something, anything, to those children; he’s not gonna let that bastard rot in jail.”

It took Sam a couple of seconds to realize that they had literally unleashed the wrath of heavens against the fucker, he was not going to survive the night. His concept of right and wrong told him that letting Gabriel kill that man was almost as bad as shooting him in the face but still, it was Gabriel the Archangel the one delivering judgement. That had to count for something, right? Sam grabbed a beer and sat by Dean’s side.

“Well then I guess that’ll serve him right.”

“Just desserts alright...”

They drank their beer in awkward silence, getting ready to wait for Gabriel to show up once more. This was going to be a long night.

---

It took Father Roland almost an hour more than usual to bid goodbye to everyone that night because of the sudden downpour and he was already getting on edge having to smile so much at Mrs. Rowan’s stupid idle remarks on yesterday’s tv show. He had to do something about this frustration soon, little Rhys still had to pay some punishment for trying to escape like that. He had just closed the door when a sudden movement at the nearest corner called his attention, looking closely in the dimmed lights it looked like a person.

Father Roland neared them cautiously until he was upfront. “Who are you?”

The crouching figure jumped scared and turned towards the priest taking his breath away. Behind layers of sticky and wet dirt beautiful melted golden eyes and features that could put all the angels in heaven to shame were staring at him in fright.

“Please don’t sack me. I… I won’t do anything bad.”

Father Roland gave him the disgustingly sweet smile he gave to his favorite boys.

“Dear me boy, I would never think of sacking you. My god you’re drenched, let’s get you dry. Come on over this way, you can clean up at the house.”

Listening at the man’s thoughts disgusted him. Images of bruised flesh and screams of innocent children filled his brain. So Gabriel focused on the charade of pretending to be a sad little runaway runt that was being picked up by the (overly) caring priest. He had promised Dean he would get enough proof first so he just had to wait a little more and stoically stand the bastard’s hands holding him up with a bit too more strength than what should be normal. He expected it wouldn’t take long, the first point of alarm had been triggered when he clearly read how Father Roland was rejoicing on the fact he had in his hands a boy that apparently no one would miss.

So you’re already sinning in mind eh, Father Roland?

He was led to a bathroom in a small apartment adjacent to the church and was told to wash himself. Sighing, Gabriel made a go to undress. He was disappointed when the priest didn’t actually attack him while taking his bath but that obviously was because he preferred to be a voyeur, otherwise there was no reason for the shower not having any curtains. Gabriel took some time to finish his shower considering that a boy that hadn’t taken a bath in such a long time wouldn’t really rush. In the middle of it the priest arrived with a towel and some clothes. Gabriel covered himself in apparent shame while the priest laughed it off telling him it was perfectly alright and not to feel ashamed.

“Don’t feel ashamed my ass, you obviously scanned me over entirely in the process.” mumbled Gabriel after the priest had left him once more. Second point of alarm triggered.

Finishing the shower, he dried himself and cursed under his breath. A deteriorated large t-shirt and some old tight shorts. For someone dealing with an orphanage it didn't look like he cared much about the things he had for the children. Third point.

“Well look at that! You look like a completely different boy now! Come, have a seat, let's have dinner.”

Gabriel sat in front of him mumbling something he hoped passed as ‘thank you’. Taking a bite of the mashed potatoes he groaned in pleasure he didn’t expect.

“You like it?”

“Yes… did you do this?”

He leaned forward a bit and winked at the boy. “One needs to find joy in the simple daily tasks.”

Well fuck it thought Gabriel, this is why this world seems so unfair most of the time. Here I am, sitting in front of a child abuser that prepares mashed potatoes worth of a showdown against Dean’s. If it weren’t for how he’s looking at me right now I wouldn’t suspect a thing, heck, he could be poisoning me right now and… Gabriel stopped his train of thought and carefully began to disentangle the molecules that formed the mashed potatoes.

(C6H10O5)n

That was starch, definitely from the potatoes, and over there were the fat molecules and further more salt and testing a little bit more water and lactose and...

C16H12FN3O3

Oh.

Oh.

There it was. Roofies.

It was so obvious, crush the bitches and mix them in the mashed potatoes. Not a single kid would find out. Well, too bad for you Father Roland, I’m not a normal kid at all.

So far all evidence had been circumstantial, Dean’s telling of the events, sinning in mind was still not an action so he could easily make the priest repent on that, even being a disgusting voyeuristic pervert could be forgiven to a point if he didn’t do anything else, he would eventually land in Hell when he died but that wouldn’t be Gabriel’s problem. But things had changed now that he was actively trying to drug him.

“What’s your name kid?”

Gabriel turned to look at the man, if he was going to do this then it was going to be all tricks out and for a man that falsely professed upon religion, a religious styled punishment was the most fitting things of all.

He left his fork down at the plate and gave him a smile.

“Gabriel. They call me Gabriel.”

“Gabriel eh? That’s a very nice name, did you know that your name is the name of an angel?”

“An angel?” Gabriel went forward to drink a bit of the adulterated soda.

“An Archangel actually. They hold the highest of ranks in Heaven just below God.”

“Who else holds that rank?”

“Well, there’s Michael and Raphael.”

Gabriel frowned a little.

“What about Lucifer?”

“What about him?”

“He’s an Archangel too.”

“No he’s not.”

“Why not?”

“Because he has fallen. He cannot hold the title of Archangel because he refused of it when he fought against God’s will.”

“How do you know? Where is that written in the Bible?”

Father Roland stammered for a second.

“That’s just the way it is kid.”

“Just like that? Shouldn’t we like, reeeally check the book? Or maybe ask Lucifer about it?”

The priest snorted, he was obviously getting frustrated. Figures, thought Gabriel, a person that preaches religion but doesn’t believe in God wouldn’t really spend much time actually reading his books.

“You cannot ask anything to the Devil boy, if you mess with him, you’ll end up in Hell.”

“Have you even tried?”

“Are you asking me to give up my faith?”

“I’m just telling you to fact-check your statements, it wouldn’t do good if a priest was unable to talk about the most basic of things with his congregation.”

Father Roland stood up livid and moved towards Gabriel’s seat with a forced smile.

“You’re getting a little snappy, maybe we should rest and keep with this very interesting talk tomorrow.”

“Oh I think not. I like myself snappy, thank you.” Gabriel smirked at him.

The priest slapped Gabriel with so much force that any normal kid would have literally been thrown off the chair. Gabriel just turned his head a little.

“Don’t be disrespectful to me!”

It took the priest a couple of seconds to perceive the unnatural pain in his hand, when he turned to look at it it was already turning red and swelling a bit.

“Is everything alright Father Roland?”

Gabriel could practically see the cogs in his brain turning at full speed trying to understand how on earth this kid was unfaced and unblemished despite how hard he had hit him. A second later the man was picking Gabriel up from the shirt with evident anger. He obviously had to be more thorough with this little brat. Gabriel wanted to see what his plan of action was so he allowed the priest to manhandle him.

Father Roland dragged Gabriel to a tiny room at the end of a stretch hallway and threw him on a bed. Gabriel perceived the acrid undertones of sweat drenched with fear and other less graceful fluids. It apparently was the same room where the priest sleeped. This was beyond disgusting, he acted like an animal, revolving over his past victories and dragging them on, only to increase the fear of the next child. He was visually frantic, his orderly plan of drugging the kid was not working at all but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get away with what he wanted. He always got away with what he wanted.

And he wanted Gabriel.

The priest placed himself on top of Gabriel while turning him around, holding his hands backwards, tying him up with a rope he naturally had at hand.

“We’ll have to give you some lessons on how to respect your elders you little piece of shit.”

“What are you gonna do?” Muffled Gabriel through the sheets.

“Wait and see.”

A moment later, the man was pulling Gabriel’s shorts down and the next one he was thrown against the wall by an unknown force. The priest had a grunt forced out of him with the impact, it had been so hard that he temporarily lost his sight, almost fainting.

“Aaaaand... That’s it.”

The priest looked upwards and looked at Gabriel disoriented. Instead of the old clothes he had given him, he was wearing the clothes he had before, only now they were clean and nice.

“What the hell!? What’s going on!? Put me down you little bitch!”

Gabriel magicked himself a chair and sat down to properly look at the man. It was funny to see how out of his element he was right now. This was his space, this was his room and in just a flash Gabriel had turned it all over and made him feel defenseless. He radiated hate towards the archangel. Gabriel laughed in mirth. It was a laugh that would have been labeled as beautiful if the situation had been a completely different one.

“Are you sure you should be using that kind of language with me? Right now I’m the one holding you at will.”

“I don’t know how you’re doing this but once I find out...”

“What? You’ll make me pay for it? Oh man, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been beating and raping kids for years and you managed to keep yourself out of punishment until now. Too bad for you the Winchesters found you along the way… Long story short Roland, you picked the short end of the straw this time and I’m here to pass on some good ol’ Judgement. But not before you tell me what you did with the rest of the kids.”

Father Roland laughed, he was desperately trying to hold onto some sort of power.

“Good luck with that, I’ll die first before telling you a thing.”

Gabriel smirked “You just don’t know how happy I am to hear those words Roland, there’s no other way I’d prefer to go around this.”

With a movement of his hand Gabriel brought Roland back down and on his knees and stood up in front of him.

“But first, maybe a demonstration of what will come to you if you don’t start talking.”

With a snap, Gabriel turned the floor below the priest’s knees into heated coal. Immediately burning his flesh. The man wailed in pain throughout the long 15 seconds the torture lasted. He was sweating already when the lumps of coal disappeared once more. Threads of burnt polyester fabric from his pants adhering painfully to the raw flesh.

“So, Roland. Feeling up for a confession?”

Four hours later, the priest’s entire body was covered in burnt flesh and blisters. And it hadn’t been the man’s fault, with the type of torture he had received he would have confessed everything in less than 20 minutes if Gabriel hadn’t taken his voice away every time he was about to talk.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you Roland! Are you sure you’re trying enough??”

Eventually, Gabriel allowed him to talk. Moments after Roland would have collapsed if it weren’t for the fact that Gabriel was keeping him awake.

“No can’t do Roland, these are your last moments alive, you should treasure them instead of letting them go by.”

Roland started to cry, he couldn’t keep the farce of strength any more.

“Wh… What are... Are you a demon?”

Gabriel turned to look at him like he had grown a second head, sitting sideways on his chair.

“You didn’t listen to me well when I told you my name did you?”

Gabriel loved it, that moment of realization hitting a person’s eyes. The myriad of questions flowing at once. How? Why? All followed by denial.

“You can’t be Gabriel...” His voice was fading away.

“How come?”

“Gabriel is… an archangel… from Heaven… He wouldn’t…”

“You know Roland, I think you’re forgetting a very important thing.”

Roland looked at him, expecting his words, it wasn’t like he could do much anymore.

“All angels are soldiers, and I am a High Commander of My Father’s legions.”

Eyes flashed bright blue and wings spanned behind him in light while he stood up with pride. He could literally feel how Roland paralyzed in fear, tears streaming down his wrecked features while his lips mumbled the first words of the Lord’s Prayer.

Sam and Dean woke up startled by the sound of a Fire truck siren and police cars passing by the road next to the motel. After a couple of hours waiting for Gabriel, they had eventually fallen to a light sleep on the same bed watching tv. Looking at each other, they strode outside the room and ran outside, a dark cloud of smoke rising up from the place they knew the church was.

They ran towards the church, a group of kids were already herded two blocks away from the commotion, the two kids Dean had found broke into a run towards him when they saw him and held themselves to him despite the efforts of the policeman. Dean calmed the man down and moved with the kids closer to their group so that he wouldn’t make a fuzz.

“Are you alright kids? What happened?”

“The church’s on fire.”

“I woke up to go to the bathroom and I smelled the smoke, I made the call.”

“That was very brave of you.”

The kid smiled, it was the very first smile Dean had seen on him. He left them to approach his brother.

“The fire started on the priest’s house, it’s apparently been controlled at the moment without danger of it reaching other buildings but they’re still on hold...”

“And what about the priest?”

Sam looked at Dean with a look that showed him he was unwilling to say more about it with the kids so close.

“Pretty sure he’s well past the Reception Committee downstairs by now. Thanks for bringing my jacket by the way.”

Both men got startled when the currently teen Gabriel talked behind them and grabbed the piece of clothing Dean had under his arm. The man looked at him trying to assess his expression.

“Are you okay Gabe?”

Gabriel stared at Dean with a funny look.

“Of course I’m okay, why wouldn’t I?”

“I’m sorry but with the way you look right now I...”

“...You were actually worried about me? Like, for real?”

“It’s not like I don’t understand you’re still an archangel, I just—”

Dean was cut short when Gabriel gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks.”

Sam felt just as shocked as his brother but just as him tried to ignore what had just happened to keep his own sanity if for nothing else.

Two weeks later Dean was still following up the news on the priest case despite being five states away at the bunker. When the flames of the priest’s home had been finally doused, they discovered all the evidence of the child abuse in his bedroom which had been miraculously untouched by the fire and the investigation began. Just that morning the police had discovered the remains of a third child, probably the last they would find considering the time that had passed from their disappearances until now. All the children at the orphanage had been moved to different places. Rhys and Jason had called Dean twice already, once to tell him where they were going to land and then when they arrived, he had given them his phone in case they needed him for anything, at all. Someone reached over his shoulder to look at the screen of his laptop.

“Still looking at that?”

Dean turned to look back at Gabriel, he was back to being the man he had always known. It was the first time he had seen him after the events of that night, the archangel had excused himself by stating that there were some things in heaven that needed to be addressed. He looked at him for a second before starting to quote a part of the article.

“It has been a miracle that all the evidence of the whereabouts of these poor children was intact after the fire. Even when there is nothing we can do to help them now, at least they can be given proper burial, their memory shall remain.”

Gabriel looked at the screen while taking a seat by Dean’s side, he was unfazed by the text.

“Is there anything funny ‘bout that?”

“...You made up some of that evidence to lead the police, didn’t you?”

“Hmm, maybe?”

Dean looked at the archangel profoundly and nodded gravely.

“... Thanks Gabe.”

Gabriel just arched up his eyebrows in surprise. He actually expected Dean to tell him off for making up evidence after he had answered so nonchalantly. Not for him to give him that look of… of… of what?

“Uh… You know it’s not like I care much about this but… are you alright Dean?”

Dean tore his eyes once more from the screen towards Gabriel.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.. I mean… it’s just… you… you should already be lashing back at me for something… anything” Gabriel waved his hands like he couldn’t get anything around him. “Heck, you didn’t even complain about the beer I got from your stash!” Now he waved his hand in front of him where he was indeed holding out a beer from the dark ale six pack Dean had bought for a special dinner a week ago.

“What are you talking about? What you did was amazing! You helped so many children to escape an awful fate with that bastard! Why would I scream at you for that?”

“Because I don’t know you anymore! I can’t handle you this way!”

Dean was taken aback for a moment, Gabriel was upset now and it was obvious he didn’t understand what the problem about Dean being grateful towards him made him panic like that. But Dean got it. He understood that feeling of helplessness when the world around you turned in a way you never expected better than anyone else. And he also understood another thing, it was true that he liked the archangel enough to trust him like family despite all of their differences or probably because of all of them.

“Then you’ll have to learn how to handle me again.” He looked at Gabriel with a look that said ‘Come at me’.

Gabriel blushed and looked away, was there anything he could say to banter against him now?

“But I am kind of angry about the beer. I hope you know how to make it up to me before I fry your wings in holy oil.”

Gabriel turned back to him, the tone of his voice was definitely not even close to upset. It was soft and warm and… and what?

“Well, good luck making me do that, I could make some killer burgers but I have nothing to work with here.”

Dean smirked.

“I think that can be arranged.”

He stood up and began moving towards the kitchen, stopping just a moment to wait for Gabriel. Cautiously, the archangel stood up and went to follow Dean. Other times the hunter would have already been kicking him out but to be honest Gabriel didn’t really mind having a Dean that looked forward to something he had cooked.

[cup-of-teas]

All numbers for the ask game 😄

There were too many to answer so I skipped a few! 😄1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My best friend I think 2. Are you outgoing or shy? It depends! Usually shy 4. Are you easy to get along with? Hopefully! I try6. What kind of people are you attracted to? People who are honest, loyal, and empathetic. Morally sound to a degree. 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Depends who it’s with10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My cousin 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Lol it says “left” I was texting my manager about something.12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Umm I can’t think of too many, maybe like twenty one pilots new songs & sunglasses at night by Corey Hart 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Sure, if I’m comfortable with them. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? A little 15. What good thing happened this summer? I went to Canada. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? No17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No19. Do you like bubble baths? Yeah but I don’t have time for them.20. Do you like your neighbors? Yes21. What are your bad habits? I’ve got a lot, picking at my nail polish is one of them.22. Where would you like to travel? All over Europe & Asia. Also Antarctica, but everywhere tbh. 23. Do you have trust issues? Yess24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Uhh idk when I finally get into bed at night lol. 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Umm my legs maybe, or my hair. 26. What do you do when you wake up? I scroll through diff. social media apps on my phone until I need to get ready to leave.27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Maybe lighter, my skin tone isn’t nice with some colors of clothing. 28. Who are you most comfortable around? Some family 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yeah31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes 34. Do you play sports? What sports? No, I used to do swimming. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Umm TV maybe, idk36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yeah of course37. What do you say during awkward silences? I try to make small talk38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Uhh loyal, honest, understanding, & has aspirations that are similar to mine.39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Book stores lol40. What do you want to do after high school? I’m already out of high school & going to college for law41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? No, it depends on what they did. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m either upset, nervous, not feeling well etc. 43. Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Bottom of the ocean, space kind of scares me. Black holes are terrifying! 48. Have you ever been drunk? Yes50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? I’m not sure, I think I only have a black one & a pink one so one of those. 51. Ever wished you were someone else? Yeah definitely 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My voice, I wish it was a little deeper. 53. Favourite makeup brand? Maybe Benefit 56. Favourite colour? Gray 58. Last thing you ate? Lasagna 59. First thing you ate this morning? Lasagna lol, it was leftovers & I really need to eat another meal 60. Ever won a competition? For what? Yeah Spelling Bee, swimming61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? No64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? In a park with a close friend 65. Are you hungry right now? Kinda 67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now? No71. Craving something? What? Yes! Boneless wings from wingstop. But I think it’s closed right now. It’s super late. 72. What colour are your towels? turquoise 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Too many 75. Favourite animal? Deer77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Depends! 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Cookie dough79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Gray & white stripes 80. What colour pants? Denim 81. Favourite tv show? Game of Thrones82. Favourite movie? Uhh one of the Harry Potter ones. Probably half blood prince. 87. First person you talked to today? I think my cousin88. Last person you talked to today? My friend 95. Last movie you watched? The Darkest Minds 96. Favourite actress? Daisy Ridley I think, love Keira knightley tho too. Other honorable mentions, Elizabeth Olsen, Sophie Turner, Maisie Williams, Florence Pugh.97. Favourite actor? That’s difficult, might be Oscar Isaac maybe. Other honorable mentions, Benedict Cumberbatch, Sebastian Stan, Dane Dehaan.99. Have any pets? Yes! 3, sometimes more depending on if family is over with theirs 101. Do you type fast? Yes103. Can you spell well? I’d hope so with the amount of books I read. 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes 107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes108. What should you be doing? Sleeping maybe 109. Is something irritating you right now? I just got off work & that was an absolute headache. 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? I’m not sure. 113. What was your childhood nickname? It has always been Joce. Pronounce Joss or Jossy.114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes115. Do you play the Wii? No116. Are you listening to music right now? No118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes! I love takeout especially 119. Favourite book? The Glass Castle120. Are you afraid of the dark? Sometimes 121. Are you mean? I’d hope not, I try to be very nice. 122. Is cheating ever okay? Never never never 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? No, I try, but it’s inevitable. 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No125. Do you believe in true love? Yes126. Are you currently bored? No128. Would you change your name? Yes129. What is your zodiac sign? Virgo130. Do you like subway? Sure, there are some sandwich places that are better though. This is an odd question lol. 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? If I didn’t feel the same way, I’d tell them that I just want to remain friends. 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I don’t think I’ve ever told a dumb lie.136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed 137. How tall are you? 5’6”138. Curly or Straight hair? Wavy, it’s an in between 139. Brunette or Blonde? I’m brunette140. Summer or Winter? Winter141. Night or Day? Night142. Favourite month? December 143. Are you a vegetarian? No144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Dark145. Tea or Coffee? I guess I have to say tea lol. But I actually love both pretty equally. Hot chocolate is good as well. 146. Was today a good day? It was the usual. 147. Mars or Snickers? Neither, I’d pick Twix. 148. What’s your favourite quote? It would be from Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth. “The things which I have seen I now can see no more.” 149. Do you believe in ghosts? Not really.

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GEARS Release Official Lyric Video for "Stronger Than Pain"

Miami, FL hard rock band GEARS released the official lyric video for their new single, “Stronger Than Pain.” Originally premiered on The Noise, “Stronger Than Pain” was created by BatCat Creative.

“We’ve actually been sitting on this song for a while now. With everything happening in the world today, it just seemed that now would be a good time to unleash it. It’s meant to be a battle cry that empowers us and says, ‘we will overcome anything that comes our way. We are STRONGER than everything we face.’ I think it’s more fitting now than we would like to admit. We all hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and strong.” – Jimmy Wooten

Click HERE to Download / Stream “Stronger than Pain”!

Miami based hard/heavy rock act GEARS isn’t your average start-up garage band. Despite being confronted with a near disastrous setback at the cusp of their debut, headlining tour, jarring line-up changes, and financial challenges, the band has persevered and rebuilt.

Founded in February 2014, Trip 6 (Urban Rebel), Eli Parker (Endo), Tommy Herres (SCARLET CARSON) and Jimmy Wooten (SKINMASK) were all looking for new projects as their old ones had run their course.

“We all wanted to do something more modern, but still rang true to our influences. Something that we could aggressively market and tour on. So, we all met up in Miami after months of talking about doing something together and what came out was the first EP, Set in Motion.”

They released Set in Motion in May 2014, immediately launching into their first headline run with support from I-Exist. Just three days into the tour, their equipment trailer disconnected, resulting in a massive, horrific accident; not only did they lose their gear, but the tour van was totaled and the band members sustained serious injury. In spite of this tremendous blow, the group endured and continued the tour without missing a beat.

Later it developed that two of the founding members were unable to continue, leaving the band reeling and having to replace them with skilled, compatible substitutes:

“I was talking with a mutual friend, Joe Taback (12 Gauge Embrace) about needing a guitar player for GEARS because we let go of Eli and he suggested Bobby Thomas. I called him and showed him the songs and he was ready to go. As far as bass, I knew Chris from when Needlemouth was a thing out in Cali and I always liked his playing and he was super laid back & cool. I knew both of these dudes were definite upgrades at their instruments and were a better fit personality wise than what we had to deal with previously.”

In June 2015, Wooten and Six teamed with Corey Lowery (Saint Asonia, Stuck Mojo, Stereomud, Dark New Day) and Troy Mclawhorn (Evanescence, Seether, Dark New Day) on their new EP, Pride Comes Before the Fall, and announced the addition of new members Bobby Thomas and Chris Dorame. They hit the road for their Riser Tour, once again with I-Exist, in July, wrapping up the run in September, but kept the momentum going with the digital release and lyric video for their debut single off of Pride Comes Before the Fall, “Face Down”. The band rounded out the year with the release of their much anticipated sophomore EP on November 10th, with both headlining tours and a support slot with Trapt slated for 2017.

After a very successful tour in 2017 with Seasons After and Bridge to Grace, GEARS has released a new single and video for “KING.” Once again, joined by Corey Lowery in the studio, GEARS continues to evolve. Boasting an even heavier sound with groove and aggression, they set out for Headlining Dates as well as Support Slots with Nonpoint, Upon a Burning Body and will round out their 2018 Summer/Fall Tour Dates with the last of 3 legs with All That Remains concluding at the end of September.

After touring much of 2018 with All That Remains, GEARS shifted focus to releasing more music. Their first 2019, “TANGO YANKEE,” featured LAJON WITHERSPOON of SEVENDUST.

In October of 2019, GEARS premiered and released their cover of “CULT OF PERSONALTIY” featuring the vocalist of the original version, Corey Glover of LIVING COLOUR! Drummer, Jimmy Wooten, says about the experience of recording the iconic song, “‘CULT OF PERSONALITY’ is a song that we always wanted to cover. That groove, that riff, the vocals, lyrical content… everything about it has always stuck out to us and been a personal favorite. To have the opportunity to not only record a song that is important to us, but to have Corey Glover himself come in and perform on that track, it was truly a special moment. He was so easy and fun to work with and the final product is really something that we are extremely proud of. I think the challenge for us, as with any cover song, was to put our spin on the iconic song, but not change it too much to where you lose the heart and emotion behind the original recording. Having Corey and Trip on vocals was a cool way for us to try to achieve that. They sound great together and we are grateful to have had the opportunity to do this!”

GEARS is currently in the studio with Corey Lowery working on some more new music and will have upcoming tour dates to announce for 2020 soon.

We’re still moving forward and, despite everything that has been an obstacle in the short time we’ve been a band, everything still keeps growing and getting better.

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Pokemon the Movie : I Choose You!

So I was fortunate enough to nab some tickets to the 20th Pokemon movie. This was...one of the better ones I’ve seen over the past few years! Despite this, it couldn’t escape some of the hallmarks of previous movies.

Strap in, I’m putting on the ol’ Rebirth-tinted lenses and turning my author’s eye to this one. Heavy spoiler warning!

Now before we start, in case you are unaware, this is set in an alternate timeline, a ‘what if...?’ scenario, if you will. Which makes this movie particularly fascinating right off the bat, as it’s the first one not to be in the same timeline as the main anime episodes. I thought the way they condensed the events of the first few episodes was very effective - a nice blend of old and new. The Ash of this timeline is written as smarter and more logical for the most part - he’s never once seen using a Pokedex, and at times is more mature than the season one version. I’m wondering if this was just because that’s how Ash tends to be written in later series...well, minus the Pokedex bit. This may come off as jarring to those who remember how these first episodes went, but I found it an interesting take.

The companions were fun additions too, fleshed out enough to not be entirely unfamiliar (Sorrel’s past was particularly sad). I am planning to reference them in ‘Brink’, but not exactly as they show up in this movie.

The artwork and animation did not disappoint! Though at times I felt a little dizzy with the camera movement, you did get a real good feel of the action in the battles, which there were a lot.

Random references I enjoyed: Ash’s original hat symbol being on the back of his bag, hearing several of the 4Kids cast VAs doing cameos, Corey and another of the trainers from the first movie showed up in the beginning tournament that was on TV.

Onto the main thrust of the plot. Ash receives a feather from Ho-oh which apparently means Ho-oh thinks he’s cool. Ash goes to meet Ho-oh because he wants a battle. Honestly it’s more about the journey than the destination with this one. There’s a lot of talk about legends that say stuff, I have no issue with legends being used as plot device but these felt very convenient.

And then there’s Marshadow. Marshadow is some kind of...guide? But they don’t like people and Pokemon being together? But it restored the colour back to the rainbow wing? I was getting mixed messages with Marshadow. There was a sequence where they not only bring out the worst of Ash’s attitude but also put him to sleep and made him dream about a world where Pokemon didn’t exist (which was a really cool, trippy sequence by the way and might have been my fave). Some of these things mildly parallel things that have happened in Ultimatum and will happen in Brink, so people may end up thinking I’m referencing that, but oh well.

The biggest miss this movie made was in its climax. In short, Ash died again (that’s the third time, man, you need to stop) but they didn’t use Ho-Oh to revive him! I mean, you could’ve brought the resurrection Pokemon right there and you just made Ash appear out of some glowy ball of light instead. This writing decision baffled me. More so than Pikachu randomly talking one sentence in human language for reasons never explained. [EDIT - After seeing this scene again, it seems to be implied that Ash’s bond with Pikachu is so strong at this point, that he’s ‘hearing’ Pikachu’s true feelings - which I can actually get behind.] Oh yeah, the glowy light ball thing wasn’t explained either.

That’s usually my main issue with the movies though - they have a bunch of cool ideas and don’t explain them. But hey, that’s why I started writing Rebirth in the first place ^-^

So yeah, overall? A fun movie - just a bit of a silly outcome. I was hoping it would give me an idea of what to do with Ho-Oh in the RU, but it hasn’t, really.

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GEARS Teams with LIVING COLOUR Front-Man COREY GLOVER to Re-Imagine Iconic "Cult of Personality"

Miami, FL hard rock band GEARS has joined forces with legendary LIVING COLOUR vocalist and front-man COREY GLOVER for a modern update to the 1988 hit single, "Cult of Personality." "Cult of Personality" was recorded in Recorded at Wombat Studios in New Jersey and Jettlane Studios in Kentucky, Mixed by Corey Lowery and Mastered by Paul Logus, with the video being filmed and directed by Estil Robinson. "'Cult of Personality' is a song that we always wanted to cover. That groove, that riff, the vocals, lyrical content … Everything about it has always stuck out to us and been a personal favorite. To have the opportunity to not only record a song that is important to us, but to have Corey Glover himself come in and perform on that track, it was truly a special moment. He was so easy and fun to work with and the final product is really something that we are extremely proud of" - JIMMY WOOTEN Miami based hard/heavy rock act GEARS isn’t your average start-up garage band. Despite being confronted with a near disastrous setback at the cusp of their debut, headlining tour, jarring line-up changes, and financial challenges, the band has persevered and rebuilt. Founded in February 2014, Trip 6 (Urban Rebel), Eli Parker (Endo), Tommy Herres (SCARLET CARSON) and Jimmy Wooten (SKINMASK) were all looking for new projects as their old ones had run their course. We all wanted to do something more modern, but still rang true to our influences. Something that we could aggressively market and tour on. So, we all met up in Miami after months of talking about doing something together and what came out was the first EP, "Set in Motion." They released Set in Motion in May 2014, immediately launching into their first headline run with support from I-Exist. Just three days into the tour, their equipment trailer disconnected, resulting in a massive, horrific accident; not only did they lose their gear, but the tour van was totaled and the band members sustained serious injury. In spite of this tremendous blow, the group endured and continued the tour without missing a beat. Later it developed that two of the founding members were unable to continue, leaving the band reeling and having to replace them with skilled, compatible substitutes: "I was talking with a mutual friend, Joe Taback (12 Gauge Embrace) about needing a guitar player for GEARS because we let go of Eli and he suggested Bobby Thomas. I called him and showed him the songs and he was ready to go. As far as bass, I knew Chris from when Needlemouth was a thing out in Cali and I always liked his playing and he was super laid back & cool. I knew both of these dudes were definite upgrades at their instruments and were a better fit personality wise than what we had to deal with previously." https://youtu.be/xSXhzQpRgfg In June 2015, Wooten and Six teamed with Corey Lowery (Saint Asonia, Stuck Mojo, Stereomud, Dark New Day) and Troy Mclawhorn (Evanescence, Seether, Dark New Day) on their new EP Pride Comes Before the Fall, and announced the addition of new members Bobby Thomas and Chris Dorame. They hit the road for their Riser Tour, once again with I-Exist, in July, wrapping up the run in September, but kept the momentum going with the digital release and lyric video for their debut single off of Pride Comes Before the Fall, “Face Down”. The band rounded out the year with the release of their much anticipated sophomore EP on November 10th, with both headlining tours and a support slot with Trapt slated for 2017. After a very successful tour in 2017 with Seasons After and Bridge to Grace, GEARS has released a new single and video for “KING.” Once again, joined by Corey Lowery in the studio, GEARS continues to evolve. Boasting an even heavier sound with groove and aggression, they set out for Headlining Dates as well as Support Slots with Nonpoint, Upon a Burning Body and will round out their 2018 Summer/Fall Tour Dates with the last of 3 legs with All That Remains concluding at the end of September. After touring much of 2018 with All That Remains, GEARS has shifted focus to releasing more music. Their first 2019 offering will be “TANGO YANKEE’ which features LAJON WITHERSPOON of SEVENDUST. GEARS is currently in the studio with Corey Lowery working on some more new music and will have upcoming tour dates to announce for 2020 soon. We're still moving forward and, despite everything that has been an obstacle in the short time we've been a band, everything still keeps growing and getting better.

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GAGE’S ANSWERS

Sammy:  Hi Sammy!  In my opinion, I feel like the person who played the biggest role in getting me to the end was Veni.  While I had very strong relationships with individuals I knew before this game such as Drew and Monty, Veni I feel like played a more impactful role in why I am here speaking to the jury.  On the Moral tribe, Veni was able to connect with a lot of original tribe in ways I feel like I honestly couldn’t in the beginning.  Veni I felt was my way to make a lot of base connections that help propelled me further into the game.  Veni was also always helping me with the idol searching on the skull, as well as with dreamtime searches, especially once he told me that he found a vote steal.  On top of that, I knew that while Veni was helping me out, I knew that Veni was always a jury threat and that was always clear amongst the rest of the competitors.  Once Veni was voted out, followed by Drew getting out by the judgement twist, and Maddie unfortunately having to leave due to personal circumstances, I was left at F6 with a group that was composed of individuals who were seen as bigger jury threats than me, and individuals who were seen as not as big of jury threats, and I don’t believe I’m able to even get that far, let alone FTC, if it wasn’t for Veni.  

Bo:  Hi Bo!  Even though we didn’t talk that much throughout the game (something we both discussed towards the end and that we were both aware of), I do feel like there was one conversation that we had that significantly impacted my game and the game as a whole.  This happened during the final 10, where the numbers were seemingly 6 (Gage) vs 4 (Bo), and you came to me saying that it was actually 5v5 and that you someone was going to flip and asked me to flip too.  You wouldn’t tell me who this individual was at first, but once I was able to convince you that I couldn’t flip unless I knew the specific person, I was able to get you to tell me that it was Veni playing both sides.  Knowing that it was Veni considering this move, I knew I needed to do immediate damage control if he was telling the truth to you because I knew he had a vote steal and could easily control such a closely contested vote.  I was able to successfully get Veni to vote for you this round by saying that it was you that ratted him out, and Veni opened up about exposing the Uwuwu Uwuwu alliance, etc.  I know that me you and Maddie always talked about working together at multiple points in this game, but unfortunately that never came to fruition, but I don’t think I would have gone as far as I have if I did decide to do that.  I feel like the reason I am here today is because of the tighter bonds I had with other people who in turn had connections to the rest of the tribemates, while I always knew that Maddie and yourself were never really that tight with me and never had gone to the Final 3 with me.  So overall, I don’t have many, if not any, regrets about the decisions I made and the people I decided to work with, because I truly believe that I would not have gotten to FTC if I had taken a different path.

Veni:  Hi Veni!  I know this sounds basic and very cliche, but my strategy coming into games is to play on the idea of “groupthink” and that if the majority of the people have a certain perception (whether that be a specific person is a jury threat, if someone is playing harder than others), than it is technically reality, while also incorporating the strategy of making sure there is always a shield/a bigger threat left in the pecking order to make sure that it will not be you (well me) that goes home.  This is how I was able to play and win in my first season, and I knew I was gonna have to play this lowkey/social-esque game strategy to an even more effective manner if I wanted to have any shot of getting far into this game, considering the reputation that I had coming in as a past winner, as well as a twist being implemented where someone was going to be just straight up yeeted at Final 8, so I knew I had to go under the radar ASAP to avoid getting jury votes.  I always tried to keep myself in people’s eyes by always trying to have 1 on 1 conversations with everyone while also doing the public dreamtime tasks to show that I was putting in an above average into the game, but at the same time I never wanted to have to rely on an advantage from the dreamtime that would possibly make me seem like too big of a threat as well as give me a distorted perception of my position within the game dynamics.  I feel like I was able to accomplish this at different opportune moments of the game, such as the Bodhi vote, where I was being targeted by a vast number of people still left in the game, but I was at that point able to get my threat level below a certain threshold, as well as that point forming strong enough relationships that people were willing to keep me once my name had been thrown out as the target for that round.  However, there are of course some weak points to implementing this kind of strategy.  Since this game is lowkey, it’s hard to actively articulate what you did since it’s not a very visible/outright strategy.  It’s also not the most exciting, and I know you guys as a jury (as well as myself being a former jury member) want to be exciting, innovative gameplay! So I know on that end my gameplay may not seem that effective, but hey, I’m the only person out of the others that can say that everytime I went to tribal, the person I voted for went home, and I feel like I came into this game with a larger than average target on my back in comparison to the FTC and other tribemates that were in this game, and the fact that I am able to sit here plead my case due to the maneuverability and the strategy that I implemented in this org? I can sit here and say that I am proud of myself, which is something I don’t say quite often.  

Drew:  Somebody broke me once Love was a currency A shimmering balance act I think that I laughed at that And I saw your face and hands Coloured in sun and then I think I understand Will I understand? Will we fight, stay up late? In my dreams I'm to blame Different sides of the bed Roll your eyes, shave my head Now we're stuck in the storm We were born to ignore And all I got is a chance to just sit (I'm in love and you've got me, runaway) You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets Your hand forever's all I want Don't take the money Don't take the money I slept on my own those nights Was still in my parents house And I cut off my t-shirt sleeves And claim a new continent Til I saw your face and hands Covered in sun and then I think I understand Will I understand? Will we fight, stay up late? In my dreams I'm to blame Different sides of the bed Roll your eyes, shake my head Now we're stuck in the storm We were born to ignore And all I got is a chance to just sit (I'm in love and you've got me, runaway) You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets Your hand forever's all I want Don't take the money Don't take the money You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets Your hand forever's all I want Don't take the money Don't take the money When you're looking for your shadow Standing on the edge of yourself Praying on the darkness Just don't take the money Dreaming of an easy Waking up without weight now And you're looking at the heartless Just don't take the money You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets Your hand forever's all I want Don't take the money Well, don't take the money (I'm in love and you've got me, runaway) You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets Your hand forever's all I want Don't take the money Don't take the moneyJust don't take the money Just don't take the money Just don't take the money Just don't take the money

Maddie:  Hi Maddie! When I was first recruited for this season by the lovely Andrew, I knew that I would almost certainly be casted on the moral (because Andrew thinks I’m a cinnamon roll yeah), but I also know that in my regular life I come off as someone who is really is to the nice, to the point where if I do something that may come as mean or irritating, people tend to take a lot more offense if I make a move in a game in comparison to another competitor because most people don’t believe that I would cut people in games (To put it in perspective, I’ve been told that I am the equivalent to Dawn Meehan if I was ever to play real life survivor, so take that as you will).  And plus being put on a tribe literally called the “Morals” ,people already expect to you play a certain way due to a tribe designation, and breaking away an already moral association that people expect me to play “loyal” and “nice” game in comparison to maybe a more “wild” and “cutthroat” game, which was expected from the mavericks and the merciless.  I do think throughout this game though, I did stay true to the “moral” moniker.  I feel like a played a more social and loyal game throughout my time in Uluru.  Kind of stated in my previous answers, I always tried to have genuine 1 on 1 conversations with everyone in the game just about their daily life, not only just because I’m trying to build a game relationship, but also a big reason I play games is to just meet new people and make new friends.  I feel like I stayed true to my moral roots this time around in terms of how I played the game, as well as treating everyone with respect on a personal level (Also omg Maddie on video? Amazing. Revolutionary. Iconic.).

Corey:  Hi Corey! I feel like the move I am most proud of in this game, and not to be cheesy or cliche, but it would have to be getting you out (ripperoni).  In my eyes, you were always the biggest threat up until that point, whether that be jury threat, physical threat, strategic threat, social threat, you were everything my dude.  I knew that I did not stand a shot with you if I was at the end with you, and it didn’t help that I knew that you were making F2 deals with a good amount of people left.  I knew you needed to go home at F6, and this was before I even found out that you were targeting me that round.  Plus, not to be shady, but Monty, Eddie, and I having the #Coreyexposedparty was kind of iconic? Especially once we found out that Nikias was lying to all of us and was doing whatever you wanted him to do.  And I know this game seemed very straightforward and there wasn’t a lot of necessarily bold and exciting moves, the vote going 3-3 and on the surface seemed like it might go to rocks was I’m sure pretty fun to watch from a viewer perspective, and having a significant hand for this vote means I was able to bring some sort of memorable to this game, and I’m glad I can take ownership for that (also watching Lukas’s face drop as soon as he saw the first Corey vote was a hoot and a half).  (Double also I’m very obviously Meghan McCain A.K.A. Andrew’s hall pass if he was straight).

Eddie:  Hi Eddie! So when it came to making sure that I was always the one staying at the all the votes (kind of stated before in previous questions), but I always had to make sure there was a bigger target in front of me at every vote, especially in a general/straightforward game where a lot of the time, the person that was picked off tended to be the overall biggest jury threat.  As you can relate, coming in as a winner, we both had relatively large targets on our backs at the beginning of the game due to our reputation beforehand, which meant that we had to both be lowkey and doing well in our social relationships a lot more in comparison to the rest of the cast since we came into this game basically put under a magnifying glass, especially due to the judgment twist.  As stated before, I knew I had succeeded in getting myself below the perceived threshold once I was targeted by Bodhi, but I was to survive what is considered the vote that drew the line in the sand.  Same thing with the tremor tribal, Lukas had the opportunity to vote me out with Bo and Maddie and cause a gigantic riff within the majority alliance, but instead once he stuck to his word and said he would vote however I told him to since Veni and Sammy were targeting each other, and I decided to keep Veni because Veni would always be a bigger threat and would be targeted before me, where as if I kept Sammy, I would for sure be on jury and Sammy would be here at Final Tribal Council, and I really do believe that.  Same goes Corey, you, and Lukas, who all had better underdog stories and more exciting components to your guys game in comparison to mine.  

Lukas:  Hi Lukas! WHEW.  First off, I would like to apologize if there is still any sort of personal “beef” if that makes sense.  We love a good feud, but never if it goes beyond the game, and I personally don’t think it did, at least for me, but if there was any point where you felt like that then I truly apologize.  But yes, the big, overarching question and the reason why us 3 are pleading are case:  Why do I deserve to win (a memoir).  First off, I know that my gameplay wasn’t the most “captivating” and I didn’t really bring a new innovative strategy to the (dare I say) hellhole that is Tumblr Survivor, but I did what I could do with the cards that I was dealt.  Coming into this game, I already had a bigger target on my back than Monty and Nikias, not only because I came as a former winner, but because there was a judgement twist, which meant people that already had big reputations such as Drew, Eddie, Glo, and myself had counteract by being lowkey and relying on a more social heavy game to be able to go further while also not racking up judgement votes, which is something from my understanding that Nikias and Monty never had to worry about.  I was also placed on the Moral tribe, which I know may not seem like that much of an issue, but as I talked about in my answer to Maddie, it meant that I was already placed in a label that I was “loyal”, “kind”, etc., Which meant that if I performed a move or action that did not associate with being a moral, then I was going to get more of the brunt of the blame as well.  This was evident when you were mad at me or lying to you about the Bodhi vote (which we talked about extensively already) but the reason I did that was because I found out you were voting for ME that round and lying to me first so I had to do what I had to do to survive, but this also happened at Final 6 when Nikias yelled at me for lying to him about me telling to throw his vote at Eddie to cause a 3-2-1, but once again, he was targeting AND VOTED FOR ME that round, and I only lied to him once I found out that he was doing such.  As stated in your “Jury Questions Video”, the game play from merge on didn’t necessarily have that many shifts in power, but one thing you stated to me before you left was that the Corey blindside at Final 6 was the most exciting tribal council of the season, which I believe I played the largest hand out of everyone involved in orchestrating that particular vote.  I feel like another vote that was also very exciting was the tremor tribal (thanks to you of course!), but once again, I felt like I had a large hand in deciding the outcome for that exciting tribal since you stated that you would however I said I would vote, and since we both knew that Veni and Sammy were targeting each other, it meant that we were the kingmakers for a very shocking and dynamic tribal council for the beginning of the jury phase.  Also in comparison to Monty and Nikias, I made sure that I was not having to rely on advantages to try and propel to this point in the game.  For example, if Monty did not have the super idol (and it not been public knowledge that he had it), then in my eyes, Monty would have been voted out, because to be quite honest, my ideal F3 at that point in the game would have been to be sitting next to Eddie and Nikias, but once you won immunity, Monty was safe, and nobody Nikias because everyone perceived him as someone that would be easy to beat in the end, Eddie and I unfortunately had to target one another.  And just because this just popped in my head and I personally like thinking about the story of a season (because I love survivor seasons that have awesome narratives in comparison to seasons that were just filled with gamebots), it’s kind of iconic that we were always against each other from the beginning of the “Chrissa-less” tribe on, and everyone knew that this was public knowledge, and it lasted all the way until Final 4? You have to admit that it’s kind of cute.  Overall, I really do think I deserve to win this game.  I know I wasn’t the most strategic person on this cast, I don’t think I played the best social game. I don’t think I was best player out of this cast of 21.  But the one thing I could be was the most determined.  I was determined to get to the end despite being a target and receiving votes at a majority of the tribal councils, to play a good game that at least I could respect at the end of the day, and to make new friends (Go follow Maddie on tumblr before she starts live blogging Survivor Island of the Idols!), and I’m determined to win this game.