#whatever. ig she got sent home whatever. its fine ig.

[nomaishuttle]

i have 4 damn rooms done . Lmao lmao lmao

[onlyjellyillputinmybelly]

Hey guys i've found myself defending America and it feels weird but can yall tell me if I'm in the wrong here?

(its long im sorry)

TLDR: My friend is an international student, we got in a joking argument about soccer vs football that ended in accusations of racism and McCarthyism. Did I take it too far?

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I go to a private college in America (in the south) that I have worked hard to get a full tuition scholarship so I can afford to attend. I have a friend who also goes here that is an international student from New Delhi. I'll call her N.

N is very sweet, but she has the tendency to get very peeved about the culture differences between India and America. I have met plenty of other international students who are also from India (there are a LOT of international students this year) and most of them are very chill and embrace the multicultural area that the school is located in.

I am also, as we may know, an avid arguer. I'm a philosopher at heart. I think disagreements let me get to know people better through how they argue (which helps me know if they'd be a good friend. idk its the tism ig).

So N and I were chilling and out of the blue they send me a reel about how non-americans get mad when americans say soccer and not football. I sent back "its true cuz we're fine with them calling it football but they pop off whenever we say soccer" and she responds with "Because you're saying it wrong."

We've had convos like this and I normally assume they're being light hearted and pretending like its a big thing, so I responded kinda sarcastically "damn learn how to accept peoples differences" and she said "not if theyre american"

Like ok shes being sarcastic back but it feels weird. I started bantering about how other countries also say soccer (australia, south africa, new guinea) and she says "yes but only in the US and canada you haveto clarify what you mean when you say football because yall stole the name."

This confused me cuz tf you mean "you stole the name." First off I didn't do shit, second off how the fuck do you steal a sport? I said exactly that and she replies with "Nothing in america is your own" and holy shit im actually defending america wtf. This is not like me. But im not defending its history or its government, im defending the culture of it cus thats honestly the only good part of it. So respond with a cheeky lil "and isnt that beautiful" and she says "its yall being stupid."

I say "its a melting pot" and she says "a melting pot takes inspiration." I got a lil pissed at this because ok so did immigrants and enslaved people just spawn here? Did they steal their own cultures from their home countries?

They went on for a bit about how america is built off of appropriation, which it is fair that cultures are constantly being appropriated, but there are also cultures constantly being celebrated and fused, and that fusion and appreciation is what has the lasting impact.

I say this and she says "whatever im not arguing with an American" which of course I have to shit headedly respond with "imagine being reductive sorry I'm different than you"

She then responds with "bitch ur white" which yes. But does that mean I dont come from a diverse background and dont have culture? I respond "Yes and I live in a wonderfully diverse city of people who come from different cultures that I learn about and respect and love" and girl goes "those places dont exist in america" THEN WHERE AM I??? SPAIN???

We are literally in one of the most diverse and culture-rich cities in the south (ill give you 3 guesses) and she is saying that there isnt diversity and respect anywhere in america.

Skip forward a bit, she says that america has no culture, then corrects that to say "white america has no culture." That fucked with me a bit because its sus as shit to use the idea of "white america" and "poc america" in an argument. I said that and said that you can't give a concrete definition to "white culture" or "black culture" or "latine culture" cuz thats literally stereotyping

She said that prayer is a big part of indian culture, but isnt necessarily an overall truth for every person, which is fair. So I said then wouldn't American culture be like the national anthem. She said no because every country had a national anthem. I said that prayers are part of other cultures too, but that doesnt take away from the fact that theyre parts of other cultures too.

She then said that the national anthem isnt culture because "thats only for white people" and "a lot of america is only for white people (meaning its been used to disenfranchise poc people but she worded it in a way that sounded a smidge racist but no shade) And I said yea it fucking sucks and its forced upon us but its still well known. Theres no way that prayer isn't used to disenfranchise religious minorities in India, but its still culture.

She then said that white culture and american culture isnt a thing but black and latine culture is, (which tbh neither of us can really speak on, I was mainly discussing the american and latine element cuz I can speak on those) and I said that denying that american culture is just a mix of cultures evolving parallel over time simply because a bunch of shitty white guys founded the country is ignoring the people who have worked hard to make america their home and to carve out a spot for their own culture in this country. Just because people fucking sucked (like they have in the history of every fucking country ever) doesn't mean that people arent working to make the world better in their wake.

She said that poc culture in america stems from years of oppression. I agreed, but I said that racism and oppression isnt an America-exclusive thing. She then said, pretty out of the blue, that " for you to deny that their culture stems from oppression is racist." I said "when did I deny that." She said "you said you dont deny that what youre denying is racist. So that means you're being racist."

This confused me, so I asked "where did I deny that something was racist." Also I'm pre law, so I started getting a lil pre-law-y here. Don't judge me its a survival instinct I got from my parents lmao. She said "I said if you refuse to accept that black and brown cultures are real youre being racist." I said "show me what message I said that."

She said "chill babe theres no need to get defensive" which is literally the worst thing to say to me because boom youve made me into a defense attorney. I hate being patronized. I said "I am not being defensive, you are making accusations with no regard for evidence." (my profs would like that line)

She goes "this isnt a court of law girl" ok girl you act like youre gonna say that america doesnt have culture and then call me racist? I really just wanted this to end so I pulled out the mccartheyism card and said "you cant red scare roundabout logic your way out of being reductive and oversimplifying an enormously widespread country." and we were done. I know I ended it on an accusatory note which I hate, but I feel like shes ignoring so much thats literally going on in front of her face. Did I go too far? I know that I did and I shouldn'tve started the "youre being reductive" circle, but genuinely, the cure to culture shock isnt to be indignant about every difference you see, its to accept it. Its the same in literally every country. You cant just say "no I dont want to."

[crumbledcastle28]

Chapter 16: An Understanding

Warnings: this one really isn’t bad, just a droid death and sappiness.

Author’s Note: Thank you to anyone who has supported this. We are almost there!

(If this is your gif please lmk!)

The sweet moment between the three of you was quickly ruined by a distant explosion, so the Mandalorian woman quickly rushed you all out after she quickly gave Mando a gift.

A Mandalorian jet-pack.

You had seen other Mandalorians use them in the past, and Mando seemed incredibly honored to have one, so if Mando was happy, you were happy.

The team followed the tunnel towards the smell of sulfur, trying your best to track the lava flats. You didn’t have much of choice. That was the only way out.

As you walked down the tunnels, you held the sleeping child in your arms, keeping him close to you. Mando walked next to you, stealing glances at you as you walked. You would glance back, but he would always face forward once more, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t starring. You would always smile at him when he would turn away, obviously embarrassed.

Who knew you could make a beskar covered warrior like that be embarrassed?

You felt at peace. At home. For once you actually had one. You didn’t even know how to describe the feeling. It’s like your anxious brain and beating heart finally subsided. Like your body relaxed, and you had nothing to fear. Sure, the team was still stuck in these tunnels and the exit would be swarming with stormtroopers, but you had backup. A team. A clan.

It felt like a new start.

Once you finally made it to the river’s edge, a boat was leaned up against the land. It had obviously seen better days and the droid inside hadn’t been used in a long time.

Great.

Mando and Karga tried pushing the boat, but that did no use, so Cara raised her rifle and shot the boat free from the hardened lava.

You smiled at her and chuckled, thinking about the fact she had outsmarted a Mandalorian and a well known Guild member. You were not surprised in the slightest.

You could’ve sworn she laughed back.

Everyone climbed into the boat, and by some miracle, the droid inside sputtered to life. It stood up, raising its paddle and dropping it into the orange liquid beside it. It then said some droid gibberish, which IG-11 presumed was a request.

“I believe he is asking where we would like to go,” IG said.

“Downriver. To the lava flats,” Karga said, and the droid set to paddling.

Mando was to your left, while Cara was at your right. The child had woken up once more, using his energy to chew on your thumb. Mando brought his hand up to his helmet, activating the thermal scanners.

“That’s it,” Karga yelled, pointing to the growing light coming from the end of the tunnel.

“We’re free!”

It had been a long time since you had heard something like that.

“No,” Mando said, squashing your elated mood.

“Stormtroopers. They’re flanking the mouth of the tunnel. They must know we are coming.”

“Stop the boat,” you said sternly to the ferry droid. The droid, however, gave no sign that he actually heard you.

“Hey,” Cara said firmly, walking up to the droid.

“She said stop the boat,” she said before shooting the droid’s head off.

You appreciated Cara’s act of defense for you, you really did, but it didn’t do any good. The boat kept moving.

There was no other way. You had to stand and fight.

You pulled your longspear from your back and tucked the child deeper into your arms. You had fought stormtroopers before, why would this time be any different?

“They will not be satisfied with anything less than the child,” IG said, and you turned your head to look back at him. Your confused expression accurately represented the feelings of the rest of the group as well.

“This is unacceptable. I will eliminate the enemy, and you will escape.”

“You don’t have that kind of firepower pal,” Mando said in reply.

“You wouldn’t even get to daylight.”

“That is not my objective,” said the droid. “I still have the security protocols from my manufacturer. If my designs are compromised, I must self-destruct.”

“What?” you asked the droid.

“I am not permitted to be captured. I must be destroyed.”

The droid looked at Mando and said, “Sadly, there is no scenario where the child is saved in which I survive.”

“No,” Mando said, moving closer to the droid.

“You’re not going anywhere. We need you.”

“Please tell me the child will be safe in your care,” the droid said, now looking at both you and Mando.

“But you will be destroyed-” you began to say.

“And you will live,” IG said. “I will have served my purpose.”

He looked to Mando and said, “There is nothing to be sad about.”

“I’m not…. sad,” Mando said, but you were no where near convinced. His voice was the only way for you to humanize him, and emotions were very easily traced on the voice. When you can’t see someone’s face, the voice is all they have. You had gotten good at that.

It seemed IG had gotten good at it too.

“Yes, you are. I’m a nurse droid. I have analyzed your voice,” IG said before coming to the child and brushing his hand along his forehead.

No matter how little Mando wanted to deny it, the droid was your saving grace.

The droid then stepped into the boiling lava, and started making its way down towards the exit.

You watched the droid with wide and curious eyes. You had never seen a droid be so… selfless. You had always seen droids as mindless robots who only acted out of survival, but this one gave its life for you.

You wished you could repay him somehow.

When the detonator on the droid finally exploded, the child in your arms lifted his ears and watched. Even though the droid had been there for a small time, he was still the reason you and the child were alive. It seemed like the kid was loosing a friend.

You could see the pain in his eyes, and you wished you could take it all away from him and put it into your own.

Once the boat finally drifted into the tunnel, you saw the bodies of the stormtroopers on either side of the bank.

Maybe this actually… worked?

But, like many… many… times before, the scream of a tie fighter ruined all chances of an easy departure.

“Moff Gideon!” Cara shouted before raising her blaster and shooting at the aircraft. Mando and Karga immediately joined her, while you used your longspear to shield you and the child from any blaster fire.

The ship’s canons rained fire on the group for a couple seconds before the ship went roaring completely over your heads.

“He missed,” Karga said in relief.

“He won’t next time,” Mando said. The ship was already starting to turn back around.

“He mentioned he knew you,” Mando said to you, referring to when he was trapped in the town not even an hour before this.

“Yeah….” you said.

“I’ve pissed him off,” you chuckled out, and Mando looked at you with a breathy laugh as well.

“Hey,” Karga said suddenly. “Let’s have the kid do the magic hand thing.”

Oh great, you thought to yourself.

“Come on baby! Do the magic hand thing,” Karga said to the kid while wiggling his fingers.

The child only giggled in your arms and waved back, and you let a light chuckle come out of your nose.

“I’m out of ideas,” Karga said.

“I’m not,” Mando said, turning around to get the jet-pack from the boat.

You watched him walk away with a slight smirk on your face. You believed in Mando more than anyone, and you prayed he had enough training to know how to use that thing.

You saw the tie fighter making its way back to you through the corner of your eye, but you continued to watch Mando. He attached the pack to his back and then locked eyes with you before shooting into the sky like a rocket.

You watched him with a beating heart as he flew right in front of the tie fighter, allowing it to go under his feet. He then hooked his grappling cable onto the wing and used the jet pack to propel himself onto the cockpit window.

Even though you were scared out of your mind, you still managed to smile at the sight above you.

Your Mandalorian was incredible.

Mando’s blaster did almost no damage to the cockpit door before Moff Gideon jerked the ship to the left. The ship was starting to spiral, and your awe quickly turned into worry.

Mando was holding on with everything he had.

He all of a sudden let go and went soaring through the air. The left side of the ship completely exploded, which sent the ship careening to the ground. It burst into smoke on impact.

Barely a second later, your Mandalorian landed before you in a slight crouch, before standing to his full height.

The smile on your face said it all.

He chuckled slightly at your shocked and happy expression before taking the child from you and holding him in his arms. You walked to stand beside him and stare up to his face, proud and joyful.

You got a Mandalorian.

Karga and Cara stood before you two with equally shocked expressions

“That was impressive Mando,” Karga said. “It looks like your Guild rates have just gone up.”

You grinned at Karga, enjoying his little tease.

“Any more stormtroopers?” Mando asked.

“I think we cleared the town,” Cara said with a laugh. “I’m thinking of staying around just to be sure.”

“You’re staying here?” Mando asked, equally confused as you were.

“Well, why not?” Karga asked. “Nevarro is a very fine planet, and now that the scum and villainy have been washed away, it’s very respectable again.”

“As a bounty hunter hive?” Mando asked, and you once again giggled at his bluntness.

“Some of my favorite people are bounty hunters,” Karga said with a bit of a chuckle.

“And perhaps”- he said while placing a hand on Cara’s shoulder- “this specimen of a soldier might consider joining our ranks.”

“And you, my friend”- he said while turning his attention back to Mando -“will be welcomed back into the Guild with open arms.”

Mando looked to the child in his arms, beaming up at him with utter adoration. He then looked to you at his side, and you gave him a smile that said I’m with you. With whatever you choose.

“I’m afraid I have more pressing mattors at hand,” he said, turning his head back to the child.

“Well you better keep watch of this one,” Karga said to Mando while gesturing to you.

“She could take your place at the Guild in a second,” he says, while snapping his fingers for emphasis.

“And she would do a damn good job,” he says, and you laugh in reply.

Mando gives a slight nod in agreement which only makes you laugh harder.

You can’t recall ever laughing this hard.

“Y/n,” Cara says, and you divert your attention back to her.

She is trying to look at you, but she just can’t meet your gaze.

“Listen… I… I’m really sorry. The Empire hurt me a lot and I just couldn’t…” she chokes out.

You could tell she was trying to apologize to you. For when your identity got revealed, for doubting your loyalty, or anything in between. She was obviously struggling, so you decided to help her along.

“Cara,” you said, and her eyes met yours.

“Your reaction was perfectly understandable. Truly. There is nothing to be sorry for,” you say, and a flash of relief skates over her eyes.

“I just saw how you were with Mando and the kid today and I…. I owed you an apology,” she said, and you smiled at her.

“Thank you, Cara. I’m glad we could come to an understanding,” you respond, and she smiles back at you. A genuine, relieved smile.

“As am I,” she says while leaning forward to caress the child’s ear.

“Take care of this little one,” Cara said to you and Mando. You gave her a respectful nod, acting as a promise that you would.

“Or maybe,” Karga added, “it will take care of you.”

You looked to Mando with a light smile, and you could tell he was grinning too.

The weight of guilt and shame had been lifted off of you. The people you cared for most forgave you. They looked at what you did right in the eyes, but looked past it, and saw you. You were sure it would take some time for them to completely trust you, but they were willing to try.

You couldn’t ask for anything more.

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[ndiecity]

idk ur still doing the confessions thing but anyway. it's not really wild or anything, i just needed to get it off my chest lol (you can ignore this if you want this gets pretty long and confusing i think so buckle up)

also shoutout to the 6th grade anon, i had a similar 6th grade exp. middle schoolers are the worst. i literally had little no friend AND was bullied lol.

anyway there was this one girl in my class that was like a sorta popular girl i was friends with. so during 6th grade, i had no friends except for her (i dont think she saw me as a friend tho or were even friends in the first place?? idk) and i would always crave her attention. i didn't know i had a crush on her i think.

(side note: i would rate the girls in my class based on how pretty and nice to me they are, (i think i put her on 2nd lol))

so then whenever she was absent for the day i would feel sad and all that shit. whenever she was around i always do anything to please her or make her think im cool or something (i was not cool, i was a loser). we would talk endlessly on messenger, talking abt random shit, how shitty her mom was, how shitty my mom was etc. one time during our first class for the day (which was about 5am i think) she was acting weird, i asked her about it, she said her stomach hurt. so me, being all lovesick and shit gave her my lunch ( i didn't have lunch money and only had sandwiches lol) when she thanked me for it, and said she felt better, i felt so proud. idk i just felt so happy then

fast forward to end of 6th grade, we were graduating. by that i mean transitioning from 6th grade to 7th grade. anyway. so we graduated, kept in touch, still messaged her on messenger, and then school got in the way and my phone got taken away cuz i failed sum classes in the 2nd quarter. never had it back since. so we didnt talk for about 4 years.

so back in 2020, my parents got me a laptop for school, and i made a new mess. acc. i reached out to her again. we talked, talked abt shitty moms, i found out she's bi and i told her im a lesbian. after a few days i asked her if she'd ever had a gf or bf or whatever (like the idiot i was) and said she didnt have to answer if she didnt want to obvi. she said yes she's had bf's before. i said, cool. then she asked me why i was asking i told her i was just curious.

then came out of nowhere, she said, "wanna try?" so then my brain shut off and i didnt reply for minutes then she just sent a "haha"

and she was like, "oh sorry was that weird? sorry😬"

but i said it was fine and shit. we didnt talk about it for about a day.

then we were talking again and i was like, "so this is gonna sound weird but do you ever like, like someone and would want a romantic relationship with them but wouldn't like, mind being their friend instead? like youre in the middle?"

and she said "yeah, i have" so then i was like "oh cool, cool"

then she asked, "why? have you?" and i said yes.

then she asked who. and my brain shut off again lmaoo so i was just like "you" the speech bubble appeared multiple times lmao then i followed up with like, "sorry! that was weird! please just forget about it!"

then she was like, "no no, it's fine. i feel the same way" (and i beliived it. how naive was i?)

so then i was like, "really?? cool cool cool" (im a really awkward person okay)

then after a few minutes of talking again (you know when you're like flirting as a joke but then it's not a joke anymore? lol) she was like, "so wanna be my gf?"

my brain shut off again. i didnt answer for a few minutes cuz my brain was dead. then she was like, "um was that too fast? that was too fast sorryy"

by the time i read that my hand was shaking lmaoo (from nervousness or shock i dont know) so i hastily replied with, "nah its fine. i would love too" after overthinking it and shit

does dating count when your just talking over text? what is dating????

anyway we flirt a lot, saying goodnight, i love you's and shit. she said i was her first gf, i said she was my first relationship and what not. i was genuinely happy. i had a person who understood me, and liked me, and i was happy. she even said she saved my bday on her phone

so then like about a week and a before my bday was when shits started to go down.

i messaged her, said a quick goodmorning cuz i had classes and how i wanted to kill myself and shit like that (dont worry, im not actively suicidal and she already knew this) she replied and i quote "Good morning, love. I love you."

then like after classes, i messaged her, asked how her day was, told her about my day etc. i waited about an hour. (she doesnt typically reply for about 10 - 15 minutes cuz duh she does have a more eventful life than mine) so i thought none of it. thought she was just busy. so it was nighttime and still no word from her. so i said good night and wished for her to be safe.

morning came, i checked my messages, still nothing, she didnt even see it yet. i went on with my day thinking nothing of it. told myself she might have some problems at home and all that. by the 3rd day, i was pretty anxious and i couldnt think properly. my brain conjuring up scenarios where her mom found out, and her phone got taken away. anything just to convince myself what the dreaded truth was.

it was the 5th day was when i gave up. i saw she changed her pfp, and captioned it like she would normally caption it. replied to the comments, that kind of shit. so then i was so mad by then so i commented too. ofc she didnt reply. i spent days worrying over her safety, when in reality she's just an asshole. and i really thought she really like me you know? i really thought she'd at least considered me as her friend, i guess not

my bday came, we had a party but i wasn't really feeling it ya know? by then i'd already spent the past week crying myself to sleep. no one noticed a thing.

a few months ago i saw she had a bf, and by that time i already felt like my old self again, no longer the broken pathetic shell she left. i was back to square one. so i cried again.

present day, i still see her posts, her ig stories, (i dont think she blocked me). and i cant bring myself to block her either. like idk on one hand i'm so mad that she just left me hanging, that her relationship with her new bf lasted longer than we were together and on the other i knew if she ever reached out again, i would latch on to every inch of her. (that's probably bad lol)

anyway have a nice day/afternoon/night!!!! i hope i havent troubled you too much lol sorry!

Damn that's a lot to take in, I'm sorry 😔

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part II/VII)

"candy floss"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @leovaldez37 @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: grief, feels, brief mention of Fred x Reader ig?

A/N: I decided to name the parts bc why the fuck not so keep an eye on the titles 👀. This story is based off this convo and these headcanons. If you wanna be tagged in the next parts tell me, and enjoy <3

Prologue :the aftermath

Part I : sleepless nights

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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The moment the last group of customers decided it was time to call it a day and exited the shop, I left the till counter and grabbed my wand from my pocket, instantly turning the sign in the door so it could be read from outside 'closed'.

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned against the multicolored wooden rail.

I was drained.

The shop helped our minds to get distracted and stray from the grief, yes, but it was also exhausting.

We had been subconsciously overworking ourselves to the point where it was borderline self-destructive.

It didn't help that I was throwing myself into comforting George, either. I could not be blamed for doing that, though; he was broken.

A part of me, the rational one, knew he would pick up the pieces and build himself up again, it would just take a lot of time.

There was another part of me, though, that depressed, drained part, that was beginning to think he would never heal by himself —maybe he wouldn't heal at all— but still held onto the hope that, if I tried hard enough, I would be able to mend what had been broken in him.

A terrible idea, really, because I started to dismiss in its entirety my own miserable, damaged state.

And George, ever the caring, sensible one, would have noticed that; he would have made me realize I was not doing nearly as well as I thought, he would have talked some sense into me, but he wouldn't— he couldn't, because George was lost in an ocean of grief, trying so hard not to drown that he wasn't able to notice I was trying to aid him from my very own sinking boat.

It also seemed to be working; he was more animated, slept more soundly, and his smile was a bit brighter even —at least the one he had for me.

"Rough day?" My eyes, which I didn't know I had closed, fluttered open at George's voice.

"Very."

He walked to me with a tinge of guilt in his face. "You know we can switch places, right?" I had been working as the public face of the shop since we had reopened, and George had taken on the task of doing the paperwork and shippings instead, showing up from time to time to help me and to let people know there was still a Weasley running the business.

I had been the one to suggest this, since I knew George had compromised with reopening only because of me, and he was clearly not ready to put up a sociable, positive attitude for dozens of people every day.

"Nah, it's fine like this." I assured him with a reassuring smile.

He measured me with his eyes for a second; I couldn't really tell if he saw through me or not. "So I was preparing the today's shippings," he rocked a tiny purple basket I quickly recognised in front of me. "I found this in the back of the stockroom."

"Are those—?"

"Candy floss cupcakes, yes." A year and a half ago we had bought five baskets of candy floss cupcakes from Honeydukes per George's request in order to unsuccessfully try and implement them.

"Are they even edible anymore?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope so?" He chuckled too, tearing the film covering the sweets. "Thought we might as well finish them."

My eyes travelled from the basket to him and viceversa before stating, "well I'm hungry so..."

"Same here." He was the first one to pull out a pastel colored cupcake, though he handed it to me. "Wanna get food poisoning together?" Laughing, I gave him a nod as he grabbed his own cupcake. "At the count of three?"

"One"

"Two"

"Three." We said in unison right before taking a bite of our respective madeleines.

I frowned at its surprisingly good flavour. "Am I delirious or are they actually edible?"

"Dunno," he shoved the rest of his cupcake into his mouth with a shrug. "maybe we're just starving."

"Go big or go home, I guess." I finished my cupcake before leaning on the basket to pick another one. My head snapped up with my brow quirked when I heard a soft chuckle. "What?"

"Nothing." George shook his head, motioning at the stairs. "Shall we sit down?" I followed his lead, sitting on the stairs and waiting for him, who had stepped towards the drinks aisle to grab a couple of juice bottles, to do the same.

We stayed there, eating and drinking in a comfortable silence until the basket was empty and our eyelids threatened to shut.

"I think we should head back to the flat." He spoke, leaving the half empty juice aside so he could stretch.

"I'm gonna learn how to cook." I stated, getting up. "We can't get by based on most likely expired sweets and whatever is in the Leaky Cauldron menu."

"Aight." He mimicked my actions, picking up the stuff we left on the stairs. "We will learn the basics tomorrow." He got behind me and began to gently push in the flat's direction. "But now we're gonna get some sleep, miss."

I would be lying if I said my heartbeat didn't pick up when his hands landed on my shoulder blades and made their way to rub both my arms reassuringly.

I would be lying if I denied I leaned back when he did that, letting myself get closer to his chest.

And I would definitely be lying if I said I didn't crave going back to my room so I could cuddle him all night.

One Week Later

"—right in the cauldron, love." I pointed at the cauldron besides me, giving a sweet smile to the kid in front of me, visibly going to be sick thanks to the free sample of Skiving Snackboxes.

"Y/n!" I spun around at the loud calling of my name above the shop's racket. I was able to discern a long, red mane flowing fast towards my position right on time for the owner to wrap her arms around me.

"Glad to see you too, Ginny." I laughed, trying not to lose balance due to her enthusiasm. "How come you're here?" I questioned, pulling away.

"We heard you were open." Harry walked up to me, appearing from behind the girl, "And thought we'd pay a visit to our friends, right?" Ginny nodded, looking around while Harry gave me a quick, yet comforting hug. "Where's George?"

I motioned up to the small office, redirecting the couple's eyes to the second floor. "Doing paperwork—AH!" I jolted when a pair of hands tickled my sides, my head snapping to see the towering ginger standing behind me. "Speaking of the devil."

"I thought I saw Gin through the window," George explained, his hands lingering on my waist for long enough to his sister to stare, before pulling Ginny into a tight hug. "And came down to check if she was distracting my employee."

"You got her all bored here, mate." Harry pointed out, a light joking tone in his voice.

"And you're the one supposed to help with that?" George rolled his eyes dramatically. "Pfft... What a world we live in." With the said, he gave the boy a side hug. I heard Harry murmur an 'We missed you' before they pulled away with a pat on the shoulder.

My gaze landed on the youngest Weasley, whose welled up eyes were trained on her older brother's half smile. I only averted my eyes and waited for her to discreetly wipe away the unspilled tears while Harry and George catched up.

By the letters she had sent me, I reckoned the last time she had been near George, he had been lifeless; seeing a glimpse of who was once one of the most cheerful, funny and charismatic people in her life, was probably poignant to Ginny.

I hadn't realized she had moved closer until I didn't hear her soft voice. "Thank you." I offered her a confused smile, though deep down I knew what she meant.

Two Days Later

George was having one of those days.

We both knew it was coming soon; it had to happen sooner rather than later, since he had been in a surprisingly good mood for almost a week. I suspected seeing Harry and Ginny had brought back the events of the Second of May.

I suggested to close the shop for the day, since he was unable to move out of bed; he refused to do so, but I convinced him to stay in the flat and rest —it was Tuesday, anyway; I wouldn't have to handle many customers.

Due to that, when I saw Hermione, Ron, Bill and Fleur entered the shop, it was understandable that I hadn't become the happiest person in the world.

I greeted them, there were hugs, kisses, and even a joke or two, and when Bill asked about George, I excused him without giving much detail.

They understood.

Fleur was the one to restart the conversation, lightening a bit before requesting a tour for the shop, since she had not yet been there.

It was when we reached the love potions that Hermione, using the fact that Fleur was very much interested in the product, held my hand and pulled me aside.

"So... how are you doing?" The frown in her face, the fact that she was whispering, the squeeze her hand gave mine, let me know she had read me the moment her eyes met mines.

I sighed with a shrug.

"You can tell me." Could I? "No one's asking you to put on a happy face, Y/n." The girl assured me, her eyes digging into mines. "It's not just George, we all lost—" she shook her head at her own words before correcting herself. "you lost him too."

I lost him too.

I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering.

The memory of Fred's broken smile as his corpse laid on the stretcher, that memory that haunted my dreams, appeared vividly before my eyes.

My lips started to burn with the ghost of that kiss he gave me before we split up, him with Percy and me with George; it hadn't been meant to be a goodbye kiss. It was meant to be a good luck kiss.

I covered my mouth to muffle a sob, and Hermione's arms were quick to be wrapped around me, reassuringly rubbing my back.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

I saw them entering from Y/n's balcony; I wasn't emotionally ready to face them all at the same time, but when I didn't see them exit, I figured Y/n hadn't been able to dismiss them.

I decided I owed to them all to bite the bullet, so I threw on a shirt and the first trousers I grabbed, cleaned up a bit and left the flat.

With a deep breath, I made it to the second floor and mentally prepared myself to go down to the first one.

As I began to climb down, though, I noticed Hermione and Y/n talking in private, closer than the others to the stairs.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but all my senses were automatically focused on Y/n whenever we were in the same room; she just stole me away from reality.

"You lost him too."

Hermione's words visibly triggered something on Y/n.

'Something', as if I didn't know what they had triggered, as if I didn't know what— who was on her mind.

I guess he was always on her mind, though.

What was left of my heart shattered in a million pieces when she broke down to tears —for several reasons—. "I miss him." She whispered in Hermione's shoulder. "I miss him so much."

If I had any tears left, I would have cried my eyes out right there. Had I been so selfish that I had disregarded how she was feeling? So blinded by the light and love and warmth she was constantly giving me that I had forgotten about her grief? Was I that bad of a person, that I would have rather live in the illusion that she had not lost the boy she was dating?

My mind told me I didn't want any of those questions answered.

"George!" As Ron yelled my name in surprise, Hermione and Y/n pulled away, the latter rubbing her eyes while both of my brothers jogged upstairs to hug me. "Ginny told us you're open—"

"But Y/n said you weren't feeling well." Bill finished, squeezing my shoulder. "We only stayed a little longer for Fleur to see the shop."

"Yeah, we'll come back tomorrow," Ron assured me. "So you can rest and..."

My brother's voice sounded further and further with each word; I felt myself drifting off, getting lost in my own mind and gravitating towards the same thought over and over.

She deserves better.

[verannaca]

f2

Major Frozen 2 Spoilers Below!

You’d never be able to tell by reading this that I’m a whole-ass adult, AND a writer :’)

HERE’S SOME THOUGHT BLURBS

• Vuelie smacked with nostalgia holy sHIT • Pretty snowflakes proves this movie is Frozen • BABY ANNA • "wait, what?" • baby anna with attitude • snuggles • iduna/ERW has an amazing voice?? • "you'll be drowned" foreshadowing?? • Elsa freezes the railing and just awkwardly leaves it?? a queen • ANNNAAA • Anna and Olaf • Olaf being poetic?? • poor sweet anna isnt lonely anymore :') • SOOMMEE THINGS NEVER CHANGE this was catchy as heck • "holding on tight to you" that kristanna twirl SENT ME • "irredeemable monster" "greatest mistake of your life" "WOULDNT EVEN KISS YOU" • AURORA • Kristoff getting prepared to spend a LONG time in that room, if u know what im saying ;;;))) • bedtime snuggles and it's now canon that EA call each other "Darling" • anna representing women who drool n snore, and elsas a FUCKING MOUTH BREATHER • elsa's grumpy face >:(      (she’s so cute what the heck) • INTO THE UNKNOOOWWNNNN ft aurora • uh oh kingdom's in danger again THANKSELSA • KA helping the citizens as a true Queen and King would (sPOILERS) • "youve been hearing this voice and u didnt think to tell me" the offence is beautiful • elsa's pouty hesitation before she tells anna what happened • ELSA'S FACE the entire time KA & Olaf plan to go with her on the adventure, she was NOT having any of it • olaf being annoying for x minutes straight • anna ready to get dicked up on a sleigh ride even tho her sis is sleeping 5 feet away from her lmao MOOD • "crazy? you didnt say i was crazy - you think im c R A Z Y?" HER FACE SENT ME • kristoff bumbling everything RIP • aurora is back • elsa runs in heels through rocky land and somehow doesnt break her ankles, 10/10 (i mean anna did the same but it’s expected of her lmao) • olaf being annoying pt2 (sorry, he’s cute ig) • anna getting mad at the mist • anna walking towards the cliff to view the dam and looking like an autumn goddess • sven is a terrible wingman • "WE WILL DIE" good job kristoff • elsa not caring about anna's worry • olaf had a song here i think?? • WIND • elsa looks good when messy idc idc • "THAT'S MY SISTER" that's an outtake line from Frozen!!!! • surprise statues • anna rips a sword out of ice with her bare hands n no one thinks anything of it • northuldra ppl • honeymaren eyefucking elsa (we see u) • olaf's funniest scene lmao • "one with power, and one powerless" ANNAS FACE OF OFFENCE HAHAHAHA IT'S OKAY BB YOU HAVE THE POWER OF LOVE • "oh, anna" oh mattias, we feel u • fire spirit • ANNA COUGHING • BRUNNIIIIIII • bruni & elsa head tilts • "they're all looking at us, arent they" yes elsa because ur talking to a fucking salamander • anna gets mad cuz elsa gets mad cuz anna ran into fire cuz elsa ran into fire • iduna was northuldra (neat) • vuelie but different??? • kristoff made a friend!! • insecure anna + a mutual lacking communication = :( • a sad failed proposal • A SHIPWRECK¿? • this is v dark for disney holy shi • the horror in elsa's voice "what were they doing in the dark sea?!" • they watch their parent's final moments • the horror in iduna's voice "the waves are too high" • this is a kid's movie, yes? • elsa flees, anna follows • THE GUILT ohmygosh poor elsa :( • anna tries v hard, but i can only imagine her own agony??? she's tryna take care of elsa but who's taking care of anna?? :(((( • elsa becomes manipulative?? JUST EXPLAIN THAT IT'S DANGEROUS AND REQUIRES MAGIC • elsa does the thing • anna and olaf are v angry (same) • anna loses her cloak & shows her beautiful jacket?? thank u anna • DARK SEA • elsa battles the ocean that swallowed her parents • Nokk tries to drown her?? dragging her through the water by her hand was INTENSE • i know she doesnt get cold n thats fine but damn homegirl must REALLY workout at home (the shoulders prove it) but she swam for how long and didn't lose energy??? • SHOW YOURSELF I CRIED • the ice was so beautiful and she looked so free n happy, loose hair n no shoes • the song was amazing holy heck • IDUNA WAS THE SIREN, I CALLED IT, HELLO THANK U • elsa's literally like "ok boomer" at her grandfather who's an ass • she goes too far into ahtohallen • inappropriate but ohmygod the ice detail on her skin when she was freezing was crazy??? her hair got whiter n all that BUT THE SNOWFLAKES ON HER SKIN, that was unbelievable • surprise surprise old white guy in power kills innocent poc • elsa freezes like anna did, cuz anna was frozen and elsa is frozen 2 (heh) • back to the cave with anna and olaf • anna knows what has to be done to set things right because she’s the hero and always has to make the painful sacrifices • anna sets off to do whats right but OLAF • rip olaf • anna sits in the cold ALL FUCKING NIGHT DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE THAT, I AM NOT OKAY • the next right thing B R O K E me. kbell captures such agony so beautifully ohmygod, it was incredible. easily the best song in the franchise. • "SO I'LL WALK THROUGH THIS NIGHT, stumbling blindly towards the light" her voice • anna finds her courage to leave the cave • "when it's clear that everything will NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN" CAN YOU HEAR ME SOBBING AT THE ABSOLUTE ANGUISH IN HER VOICE • this woman has lost everything and SHES STILL GOING, YES ANNA, GO • giants!!! • anna mimicking the behaviour she was against for most of the movie • "I'M HERE, WHAT DO YOU NEED?" this is so important • no questions asked, this is what's happening, kristoff is the real mvp • mattias lets anna destroy the dam • anna becomes suicidal?????? girl stop i- • the dam falls • ANNA ALMOST FALLS- • wait mattias has her • and kristoff has her!! • and she looks ready to keep crying now that the adrenalin is gone • ELSA THAWS but does she REALLY do the right thing??? idk i think she should've let the wave destroy whatever was in its path, otherwise whats the point? wouldve had better symbolism • the Northuldra people are free and happy but poor anna is still sad :( idk why people were saying she got over elsas death too quickly when homegirl was never gonna smile again • "i'm sorry i left you behind. i was just so desperate to protect her." • "it's okay. my love is not fragile." • anna tries to continue on, imagine what was going through her head AHHH • wait there she is • e l s a • on a horse • anna slides down the cliffside, elsa slides off that horse in a v godly manner • ANNA REPRESENTS WOMEN WHO UGLY CRY, THANK U ANNA • elsa is lowkey emotionless but honestly do we expect anything else from her by this point? (no shade hahahaha) • "a bridge has two sides, and mother has two daughters" yes thank u for making anna important • so is elsa a ghost now orrrr • WHO CARES, KRISTANNA PROPOSAL • we were v robbed of that kiss tho • anna's squeal of pure joy when asked • sven representing all of us • "do u wanna build a snowman" bitch it's been like 16 years, ur a bit late but OKAY • olaf is back • GROUP HUG • honeymaren wants elsa to stay "because it's where she belongs" ;;;;)))))) • elsa realises anna would be a better queen • QUEEN ANNA • Q U E E N  A N N A • YESSSSSS • we're robbed of the coronation but that's fine ig • kristoff in fancy clothes??? • "i prefer you in leather anyway" so anna is a top, nice to know • olaf's comment on kristoff probably not being able to "last an hour" ;;;))))) not if annas a top LMAO STOP • mattias found his person, congrats • anna is the people's queen • a statue is revealed, baby iduna is v cute • elsa is in the forest with bruni n everyone else • friday is gamenight • elsa rides off into the sunset i guess?? • THE END • oh and olaf has an ending scene • "elsa DEAD" • "olaf DEAD" • "anna cries" • everyone cries

okay thanks for reading lmao bye

[smokahuntis]

Salvator

Salvator

Star Wars original Series!

Summery: Maze Attakin, is just a Mechanic with a secret black market job. When a lightsaber is given to her for repair she discovers she is much more then just a mechanic.

Chapter 2: Tulitque

Authors note: this is based after the Sequals, if you would like to tagged please inform me. All characters are mine! But some are the children of actual Star Wars characters! Also please don’t be afraid to tell me how you feel!

Chapter 1: Salvator

The shop was quiet today, no normal customers, no, not so normal customers. Of course, only a few people on the planet really knew about the “Not so normal” side of the job. Of course, only a few people were interested as well. She found herself behind the counter of the shop, cleaning away at the tools she hasn’t gotten to use in a while. That was until Vin walked in, sweating and panting. She perked up at the sight of him, Vin was always the one who brought in new clients who crashed in the desert not to far from the town. He was a medic, and so he would help them, and She would help their ships.

“Maze,” He said panting and wiping his forehead on his blue sleeve. “We got an X-Wing.” He said and she looked at him shocked grabbing her equipment.

“An X-wing?” she said tapping at the buttons on a tablet, and a few large droids came in. “What is an X-Wing doing in Stewjon?” she said and sent the droids out for the plane.

“I don’t know, the pilot will live, but the fighter,” He shrugged, and she chuckled.

“who’s the pilot?” She asked grabbing her tool belt.

“Don’t know, he’s not awake yet.” He said walking out of the shop with her and into the dimly lit street. There weren’t many people out tonight because of the rain that was coming. They walked for a bit until her droids came back with the X-Wing on the trailer.

“Do you know anything about him? Other then he has an X-Wing?” She said looking at him, until one of the droids made a noise and she looked at what remained of the X-Wing. “Had an X-Wing.” She corrected looking at her Blonde friend. Vin sighed.

“He’s Resistance.” He said looking at her.

“This mystery pilot just keeps getting mor interesting.” She said sighing.

“I’m going to leave you to that, and I’m going to try and wake him.” He said walking away.

Maze found herself in the hangar late into the night working on this guys X-wing. It was almost completely unsavable. Almost. Had any other Mechanic found it they’d have scraped it as soon as they saw it, but maze made it her personal mission to fix things like this. Also, because it was her second job, to fix the unfixable. She fixed what most people wouldn’t dare try, given a lot of it was illegal but she didn’t care. Business if business. Speaking of business, she was to distracted, under the X-Wing she didn’t notice the man walk up beside it until he spoke.

“Black Bird?” He said causing her to jump and hit her head off the X-wing when she tried to move.

“Shit!” she said feeling the pain in her head as she rolled out from under the Jet, seeing him she immediately calmed. “Who’s asking?” She asked looking him up and down. Only a few people knew her as Black Bird, and those people were usually the ones who were doing black market trade. He looked to fancy, to rich to not just pay for a cover up of another mechanic. She knew just by the case he held, whatever was in it was high class, and highly wanted.

“Spiro.” He said extending his gloved hand down to her. “Darth Spiro.” Her face showed shock as she looked up at him and then she shook it off and nodded.

“I’m a mess right now, sir.” She said showing her darkened hands, grabbing a rag and standing up wiping her hands off. “So, what can I do for you, my lord?” she asked looking at him.

“I heard you can fix anything.” He said looking at her. “And please, call me Spiro.” She gestured for him to follow her as she walked towards her office. Once inside she typed in a simple code into pad on her desk.

“SYI, keep guard.” She said looking at the Advanced IG unit that leaned against a bookshelf.

“You don’t tell me what to do. I am a free droid.” The droid said standing straight.

“Mhmm” Maze said nodding at the droid. “Well next you get hurt ill remember that.” She shrugged and turned to go into the room.

“Fine!” the droid said before leaving the office to stand watch. Maze entered the secret office with the Sith lord trailing behind her.

“I can fix everything, but his attitude.” She said walking over to the glass table the centered the bright white room, its walls decorated with Pre empire weapons, helmets, and other things people would pay Beskar for.

“he’s an advanced looking droid, did you do that?” he asked setting the case down on the table before her.

“I found him in the jungle a few years ago, almost completely ruined.” She looked up at him. “Saved him, modified him. He was an old IG, IG-S7YI.”

“He looks as if he can be a heavy assault droid.” He stated as he unlocked the case. His hands moved delicately as he opened it, almost like he feared the item.

“Keeps people from stealing, or not paying.” She chuckled as the case was spun around to face her and he opened it.

Now she was expecting a high-class item, an item wanted by all, Darth Spiro brought it himself, he didn’t trust anyone with it. But she was expecting the shiny broken item in front of her. Really, she’d never even fixed one, let alone see one.

“This is a Jedi Lightsaber.” She said as he walked around the room, looking at her collection of rare objects. She picked up the two pieces looking at it in awe, how it got broken worried her, who’s it was worried her even more. “I can’t fix this.” She said placing it back gently into the case.

“I thought you could fix anything.” He said glancing over his shoulder at her.

“This is a jedi lightsaber,” She looked at him as he moved around to a helmet on the right side of the room. “Don’t touch that.” She said and he chuckled.

“This is a Mandalorian helmet.” He said looking at in its shining glory. “First Empire.” He tilted his head inspecting it, before looking over to the shoulder plates under it, he moved to get a better look at the right one. “Mudhorn signet.” He chuckled, then moved to wards the door. “I’ll be back when its fixed.”

“I can’t fix this!” She yelled but he ignored her, she sighed and rolled her eyes. He was gone, she dropped her head, feeling like eyes were on her she looked over at the helmet. “Shut up.” She said taking the case and leaving the trophy room she had.

“That went well?” SYI said looking at her, she rolled her eyes and walked away from the droid, hiding the case in her office before going back to the X-Wing in the Hangar.

Finding her way home later that night after working on the jet. Stumbling into her small house she shared with Vin. Vin should’ve already found his way to bed by the time she arrived, so the house was quiet and dark. Just as she was about to enter her room, she heard something move behind her. Turning quickly, she grabbed the staff that she kept just beside her door. Vin flipped the light on quickly already knowing the path of destruction that would follow if he didn’t. There he stood hands in the air defensively, that dumb look on his face made her roll her eyes.

“Why are you awake?” she asked leaning the staff against the wall, letting a sigh of relief out as she did. “And just sitting in the dark?” She looked around to try and find an answer to what the young doctor could be doing this late.

“the pilot woke up, he’s having a hard time remembering things, but he knows one thing.” Vin said looking at her, his whole easy-going demeanor tensed up fast. “He was shot done by a TIE Fighter.”

“A TIE on Stewjon?” she said sitting down across from him, leaning forward interested in the conversation he was wanting to have.

“He said they are looking for someone.” Vin said playing with his hands. It worried her; it wasn’t often something worried her friend. Vin was always so collected, calm, even if he was upset, he would cover it for everyone else, he never wanted to worry anyone else, specially his patients. “There are looking for a Jedi…” he said looking up to meet her gaze. She leaned back in the seat taking in what he’d said. That’s when she repeated the events of today.

First it was the X-wing and then the Sith, now she is in possession of a broken Jedi lightsaber. Was she being targeted by a Sith lord? or did he really believe she could fix that lightsaber.

“I have to go,” she said standing up and grabbing her coat. “If I don’t come back by morning, don’t come looking for me.” She said walking out to go back to the shop.

“Wait! Where are you going?” he said following her out, their neighbor eyeing his shirtless figure from her window.

“I have something to do!” she said yelling it back at him. Leaving him standing outside, shirtless and with his neighbor ogling him.

“Hey, Mrs.Abram!” he said waving at her before walking back in and closing the blinds.

  Maze didn’t come home in the morning; she fell asleep in her office with the broken lightsaber laying near her head. She didn’t expect anything to work since she knows nothing about lightsaber repairs. She didn’t even know they could break until she was given this one. The dreams that plagued her mind, quickly disappeared as the door to her office opened and a guy fell to the floor, and IG-S7YI stood by the door. Maze shot up looking at them and quickly pushed the lightsaber into the drawer.

“I caught him by the X-Wing.” SYI said, his gun out. “What should I do with him?” the gun pointed at the dark-haired man.

“Don’t shoot him SYI!” she said jumping up from her seat and looking at SYI, pointing her finger at him. “Put the gun down!” She yelled at the droid. She helped the guy up and looked at his jumpsuit. He was the pilot from the X-wing. “Sorry about that.” She said looking at him then the droid.

“No, its fine, I just wanted to see how bad it was.” He said looking at her.

“Well,” she started and tied up her hair before walking out of her office and into the Hangar. “I’ll need to order parts for it definitely, but I repaired what I could, I can work some more on it, but I don’t see it running for a while.” Maze said walking over to the large black X-Wing that centered the floor.

“Damnit,” he said running his hands threw his thick curly hair.

“Is there any more resistance on StewJon?” she asked looking at him, “They could help you.”

“No, I was just scouting to see if our intel was correct.” He looked at her. “Sadly, it was, and I now have no way to communicate it back.”

“Well, I have a communicator, but Stewjon has a thick atmosphere so the communication won’t be that good, or” she walked away from the black beauty they stood by, moving over to a cabinet on the far side. Opening it showing sets of keys. “You could barrow one of mine, I have to warn you though, they’re all pre empire, untraceable, and illegal.” She said shrugging her shoulders casually. She didn’t particularly know why she trusted telling him this, but something about how calm and trusting he seemed with her, made her trust him.

“I think I’ll try the communicator,” he said looking at the sets of keys she had.

“good choice fly boy.” She said taking him into the main shop where her communicator was. “I’ll leave you to that, and ill be in my office.” She walked towards the door, before turning to look at him one more time. “Don’t try to steal anything, or SYI will shoot you.” He nodded in response before she left, and he tried to communicate with the Resistance.

Maze however found herself tampering with the Lightsaber again, setting it on the small display to hold it still while she worked on it. Never really holding it in her hands long enough to get a feel for it. She had tried everything, from rewiring it to welding it, but nothing would hold. At this point asking it nicely was on the table. So, she did. She picked up the two pieces of it and held them in her hands, and jokingly saying.

“You will mend.” And it did, it snapped back into one piece with a large blue blast knocking her back to the floor. Her eyes lit up blue and it was like she was in a different realm.

                 Blue, everything was blue tented and old looking, sleek, dark. The table that centered the room caught her eye before the people standing around it. They all spoke calmly to each other, not noticing her. She couldn’t particularly make out there words yet, her head was still fuzzy. It wasn’t until the small creature with the staff touched her did she focus completely on the world around her. His small hand rested on her head and he hummed.

“Force Sensitive, she is.” He said and everyone focused on her.

“She does not know who we are, yet we seem familiar to her.” The tall black man said looking at her. “she seems familiar as well.” He said moving over to her, helping her stand. “What is your name?” he asked looking at her, up and down trying to place why she seemed so familiar. From her honeyed hair to her brown leather jacket, there was just something he couldn’t place.

“Maze Attakin.” She said looking at him, he reached his hand out shaking hers, though he was not there, it felt to real.

“Mace Windu.” He said looking at her, “I don’t believe I am familiar with the name Attakin.”

“Am I dead?” she asked, and everyone just laughed.

“you’re not, but we are, which brings me to my questions.” A man behind her said as she turned seeing him, he was pale with an elongated head, and beard to match. “How did you get here?”

“I fixed a lightsaber.” She said and everyone started to speak amongst themselves. She was about to speak u again when her head started flooding with memories that did not belong to her, she gripped her head tightly before falling to the ground in pain. It was like nothing shed ever felt before, it was torture. The little green man moved to her side resting his hand on her head again. The pain stopped instantly, but the memories didn’t stop till he spoke. Just one word, breaking her from the trance.

“Kenobi, she is” He said, and everyone looked at her.

“Kenobi has no children.” The man with the strange head said looking at the green one.

“she is not his child, but rather a descendant of one.” The small man said.

“Once again, Kenobi has no children.” He stated.

“That we know of,” Mace said looking down at the girl. Her hair had long fallen from his pony tail, and cascaded down her face and shoulders. Her mind raced to try and understand who they were talking about, and who they thought she was.

“She is the Savior, she is.” The green man said watching her blue eyes.

“Somebody please tell me what’s happening!” she said looking at them, her heart was racing, her blood was pumping, and she was scared.

“You are a Jedi, child.” Mace Said before she woke p from the all to real dream.

                 She opened her eyes seeing he pilot from earlier shaking her shoulders, trying to wake her. The lightsaber was still in her hand as she lay in the floor of her office. Her vison was blurry as she focused on the man above her, finally noticing his deep chocolate eyes.

“Fly boy…” She chocked out, her voice hoarse and dry, her head falling back into his hand. Her eyes falling shut again.

“Hey! Stay with me!” he said shaking her again, his fingers tangling into her messy hair as he held her head. When she didn’t respond he picked her up bridal style and ran with her to Vin’s office. Her hand didn’t let go of the lightsaber; she had a death grip on it as Vin pushed things away from a metal table to lay her down on. Vin tired pulling it from her hand as she lay on the table, but she spoke up again.

“Don’t touch it.” She said her eyes fluttering open to see both men looking down at her.

“Where in Oblivion did you get it?” he said checking her for wounds.

“Kenobi…” she said under her breathe.

“Kenobi?” the pilot said looking at her, taking her free hand squeezing it to keep her awake. “Like the Jedi?”

“Jedi… I am the Savior.” That was the last thing she said before passing out on the metal table.

  “So, tell me again, what happened.” Vin said as he sat in a chair across the room, he had done everything he could, she should be waking up soon.

“She let me use the Communicator, and I couldn’t get a signal, so I went to tell her. There was a bright blue light and I ran in and found her like that, with the lightsaber.” The pilot said looking at the blonde doctor. Vin sighed and ran his hand threw his hair. Just as he was about to talk, the girl shot up from her rest.

“What happened?” she said looking at the two men who sat away from her, lightsaber still in her hand, hair a mess, breathing heavy.

“We could ask you the same.” The pilot said looking at her.

She quickly collected herself and spoke about what happened and what she saw. What was said and what she knows. She wished she knew more but from what she does, she’s already overwhelmed. The pilot and vin listened to her, both freaked out by her story, yet in different ways. Vin was scared for her and the people of the town. The pilot saw this as a hope for the galaxy, Luke wasn’t the last jedi, she was. He was ready to do anything to help her. Maze, however, did not know what to do, if what she has heard is true, everything she’s ever known is wrong. Everything is changing, and she didn’t know if it was for the better. She was just a Mechanic from Stewjon, who happened to do black market repairs. She was no Jedi; she was no Savior. She was just Maze, but was she?

“I think you should leave.” Vin said looking at her. “If the Empire is already here, looking for you, you shouldn’t be here.” He claimed shaking his head, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Where will I go?” she said moving around the room biting at her nails. “what will I do?”

“You have ships, you can go anywhere! Find somewhere! Train yourself!” Vin said looking at her.

“I can’t fly anything bigger than an Land speeder!” she said looking at him at him, her hands moving around with her words.

“I’ll do it.” Th pilot said making them look at him. “I can fly anything.” He said smiling at her.

“you don’t have to do that.” She said looking at him and moving over to him.

“You’re a jedi, and if getting you out of here will save them, I’ll do it.” He looked at her. “What’s your best ship?” he asked, causing Maze and Vin to look at each other.

“No! you are not taking that!” Vin protested.

  All 4 of them stood smiling at the shiny ship in front of them, with her things, weapons and other belongings. The pilot stood in Awestruck as he marveled at the ship, Modified with weapons and big enough for a small team of people. It was a masterpiece of it own.

“You have a Naboo Royal Cruiser….” He said staring at it. Moving to he can touch the metal that coated it. “Where did you get it?” he asked looking at her, shock still coating his face.

“My dad found it, it has been a project ever since then, it has weapons and everything now.” She smiled up at the huge Ship she called ‘The Arsenal’

“This is a bad idea.” Vin said looking at her.

“You’re the one who wanted me to go.” She said looking at him.

“Yes, in like, The Razor crest, not the Royal, Kriffing, Cruiser!” he yelled looking at her.

“I’ll miss you too.” She said hugging him, he returned the hug and calmed down.

“Come back when you can.” He said looking at her.

“Of course.”

“Love birds, we do not have time” SYI said from the loading ramp of the ship.

  Maze and the pilot took off into space, along with SYI and a lot of her Black-market items. She had just set up her bed in the right wing of the ship, before entering the cock pit to check on the pilot, who she just realized, she doesn’t know the name of.

“Hey, fly boy?” she said standing behind his seat.

“Yea?” he said looking up at her.

“You never told me your name.” she said looking down at him.

“its Neo” he said and she nodded, but he continued and his last name is what caught her off guard.

“Neo Dameron.”

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Part 1: Chapter 5 ( pt. 1 Ace and Jade)

2017: March 19th 2017

Jade: 25

“You keep me decked out the lastest, taking me to knew places, got me calling me friends like damn he’s the greatest, thought love was overrated, somebody lied im faded, and the way you make me feel you got me elevated, I don’t questions, you come round in that two seater, telling me that you ready to go. i dont ask question, go out telling me you got all this money to bloooow, run it up, run it up” I sang, driving round in my all black Jeep Wrangler. I had been out running errands with my bestfriend Mia, and My friend Myiesha, and I had just got home. Ace and I had moved to buckhead in the cut. Ace didn’t want to live in a neighboorhood. Our house was an all glass house, you could over see the city at night, it was beautiful. I never had to worry about working but I stacked any money Ace gave me, just in case we really needed it. I seen Ace was gone, so I just pulled into the garage. When I walked in the house, I got undressed and got myself situated, to start cooking dinner. I turned on my music as I started to get in the shower to wash my hair, and shit. “Alexa play Pull up by G-Herbo”. I walked into the bathroom. I sighed and seen Ace had been doing coke again. Lately he’s been doing more than smoking weed and dringing lean, he started popping pills, and snorting Cocaine. I quickly trashed the shit. “What the fuck Ace!” I cleaned off the table and throw whatever pills he had in the trash. I got in the shower and began washing up. I jumped at a sound that sounded like glass breaking. “Alexa pause the music” I said. I quietly and quickly got out the shower. I threw on my long sleeve romper, and put on my uggs. My hair was dripping down my back soaking my romper. “I know his bitch is here, I followed her” I heard a voice say. “She probably upstairs” I heard a deeper voice say. Shit like this never really happened but Ace prepared me for anything. I grabbed my book bag that carried Ace and I’s passports, spare property keys, a band, a bullet proof vest which I quickly put on and 3 guns, with extra bullets, and a safe phone. I grabbed the other gun under the bathroom counter, I tied the knife that was in the medicine cabinet to my arm. I heard them checking every room. The only way out was downstairs. I had my car keys downstairs, and I also had a spare key under my car. I quickly turned on my location tracker for Ace. I heard our room door bust open. I was hiding in the closet. My breathing was getting faster. “Check everywhere, shoot on sight” I heard the voice say. I clocked the gun back, and took the safty off. He opened the closet door and with out hesitation. I pulled the trigger, I shot him in the chest and he fell back, shooting back at me as I run off. The other dude, grabbed me by my hair. I grabbed the knife and stabbed his side. He instantly let go. I ran to the stairs,

I tripped down the last steps falling to the ground. “Shit!” I yelled out. The guy who grabbed me was big, he started shooting from upstairs. I ran to kitchen grabbing the tiny remote from the drawer closes to the garage, I opened the garage. “Fuck” I said to myself. I seen, it was another guy. He smirked. “Hey princess”. I backed up and walked into my house. “Damn it!” I yelled. I left the gun on the counter. I ran back in the house and locked the door to the garage. The big nigga was dragging the guy I shot down the stairs. He looked at me and pulled the trigger the bullet hit my arm “Uhhhh!” I felt my eyes water. Jade snap out of it, Jade! I thought to myself. I snatched the gun off the counter. and I ran out the back door, as he was shooting. I ran around the house till I got back to my car in the garage. The other guy was kicking at the garage door. I ducked down and grabbed my spare key off the bottom, I hit the unlock button and got in, he turned around and we made eye contact. I quickly turned my car on and put it in reverse. He pointed the gun at me, and started shooting. I sped backwards down my drive way, and pressed the button. Instantly the house blew up. I drove 5minutes down the road when I started to get light headed from losing blood in my arm. My steering wheel was bloody and I could feel myself going in and out, I tried to pull over but my body was weak. I felt my car hit a tree and I blacked out.

I woke up and heard a beeping noise. I was squinting because of the light in my eyes. I groaned at the headace I had. “What the fuck?” I said touching the stiches on my forehead. “Baby?” I heard. I looked and seen Ace in a chair near me. “Where am I, what happened?” I asked. He smiled at me. “You was dope baby, you got shot in your arm, I followed you on the Find My Friends app you sent me, you had a little crash into a tree, I got you out and brung you here to the underground hospital” He told me. He kissed on my face. “I love you soo much man, Im sorry for putting you in the situation, but you handled it like a G, thats my baby” He said. I softly smiled. “Am I okay?” I asked. A middle age women came into the room. “Hello Jade, I heard so much about you. How are you?” She asked me. I shrugged. “You tell me” I said. She looked between me and Ace. “Um your fine, we pulled the bullet out and sewed your wound back up, we would normally give you percocet but we have to give you something not as strong” She said. I looked at her crazy. “No offense when I say this but bitch this shit hurts” I said. She nodded with her hands in defense. “I can’t give you the pills because your pregnant Jade” She said. My eyes widened. “Huh?”. Ace shook his head. “Nah, she can’t be, Im not ready for no kid man, maybe you got it wrong” He said. She shook her head. “We ran your results Jade, you are pregnant, you need to go to a real doctor to get a second opinion but I read them twice, to make sure you had no infections from the wound” She said. I felt tears fall from my face. I was scared as fuck. I was not ready to be a mom, I didn’t even want kids, Ace and I we never used protection, I wasn’t on the pill, we just assumed I just was never going to get pregnant. Ace went through his pocket and started popping 3 pills of X. He looked at me. “What?” He asked. I shook my head still crying. We aint ready for no kid, Ace is a damn junkie, he put my life in danger. “We can go to the clinic to handle this, when we leave once we go to the doctors to see if this shit is true” He told me. I wiped my tears and turned over in the bed.

A week later:

I had scheduled an appointment with a doctor at the hospital near by. I was anxious and nervous I just wanted to know. “Jade Thomas?” The nurse called for me. I stood up. “You can follow me” She said. I followed her to the back. “You can go in the bathroom and pee in the cup and meet us back in here. Dr. Moss will be in with your results” She said before leaving. I peed in the cup and went back into the office. My leg was shaking, and my hands were sweaty, I was scrolling through IG for about 20minutes. “Okay Jade?, Hi Im Dr. Moss” Dr. Moss said. “Hi” I said. She closed the door and pulled up a chair. “So your lab results came in and you are pregnant, I will use the monitor to see how far long, so you can get undressed, and put on the gown. I will see you shortly” Dr. Moss said before leaving out. I started crying as she closed the door. I got up and got undressed and into the gown. “Okay, You ready? Are you okay?” Dr. Moss said looking at me with concern. I was still in tears. “Im just not ready for this” I told her. She nodded slowly. “Once you see your baby you will feel more ready. Lift your legs up on these step stoops for me. Im going to do a transvaginal ultrasound to see the egg” I nodded as I put my feet up and she put the monitor inside. I heard a intense beating sound. I looked at the doctor. “What is that?” I asked. She smiled. “Your babys heartbeat” She said. “Thats your baby, its like a little bean, but it seems you are 7 weeks pregnant” She said. I started to feel overwhelmed but in a good way. “My baby?” I asked. She smiled and nodded. “Yes, we can schedule you another appointment at 12 weeks okay?. And don’t be worried babys are a gift from above” She told me. I nodded. “Your little bean seems to be due around December. 9th this year” She told me. I smiled. “A winter baby, like me” I told her.

After my appointment, I got in my car, and drove home. After the explosion and my car crashing. Ace moved us to his second home in Austel, He got me another Jeep, all black matte. When I got home, I seen he was already there with other cars. “I can’t even roll in peace, everybody notice me, I can’t even go to sleep. Im rolling on a bean. They tried to me eight, got my knees like “Jesus Please” He don’t even believe in Jesus why he got a Jesus Piece” Kodak Black- “Roll In Peace” blasted from the surround sound speakers. “Ohhh give me that dub bitch!” I heard Ace friend Baby G yell. I walked around the living room and seen Ace friends playing poker at the poker table. Ace was snorting coke on a metal tray near the poker table. I sighed, he was turning into Davis. “Ace!” I yelled. He wiped his nose and smiled at me. “Hey babydoll” He said, he was high as hell. “I been calling you” I told him. “Oh man baby I been with my niggas!” He said pointing his friends. He dug into his pocket and lit a cigerette. “You had a great day with your fine ass in them leggings girl, you going to keep me some ass tonight baby. Ima eat you up” He said grabbing me and whispering in my ear. I lightly pushed him back. “Ace can we talk privately?” I asked. He smirked at me and bit his lip. “Aight pretty face” He sighed kissing on my cheek. I moved my face away and brought him in the kitchen. “I went to the doctor” I told him. He inhaled the cigerette. “Aight so what the say?” He asked. I inhaled my breath, and exhaled. “Im pregnant” I said. He nodded. “No prob, baby will just get that shit taken care of tomorrow” He said shrugging. “Im not getting an abortion Ace” I told him. He lightly laughed. “You trying to be like O and Naomi? Man J stop playing lets just go there tomorrow get rid of the shit and buy more plan b I guess. I aint pulling out and I ain’t putting on a condom fuck that shit. You mine, I like to feel my shit” He said. I palmed my face. “Ace I said Im not killing our baby. I heard his or hers heart today and I realized I created a life, I can be a better mother than my mom or aunt was to me. I can actually have a family, a family with a man I love” I said to him with tears in my eyes smiling. He shook his head. “Do that shit by yourself then J, Im not raising no kid nigga. You aint bout to complicate my life J, shit fuck that man”. My heart dropped. “So you going to leave me to raise our child by myself Ace?” I asked shocked at his reaction. He shrugged. “You know what fuck you Ace, fuck you all this money, all this shit! Fuck you! Im soooo done with you!” I screamed. All his friends looked at us. I ran upstairs to grab my some of my shit. “So you going to leave me?” He asked. “Are you going to step up and be a man, or choose them drugs and bitches over your family?” I asked him. He sucked his teeth and waved me off. “Man we should of just stayed bestfriends, Ima be good nigga, shit bye” He said. “Fuck you Ace, you just like Davis crackhead ass”.

Ace age 25:

2 months later:

“East8 bringing the war to our homes, I aint letting that shit fly, we need to kill them assp” O said. I nodded. “You right” I pulled out some lean and drank a little bit. He grabbed the bottle from me. He sighed, “So Mom asked about you” Omari said. We was at waffle house just kicking shit. “Oh okay cool” I said zoning out. He sighed looking at me. “Bruh man you wilding Ace, you aint talked to J in 2 months, checked on your baby none of that” He said. I shrugged my shoulders. “How is she?” I asked. Omari looked at me. “Shes doing good, you can tell shes hurt ya know but shes happy. I think” He said. Since Jade left, I been depressed just dealing with shit different, fucking hoes and doing drugs, handling business with my gang and shit. “You been thinking about getting clean?” Omari asked. I looked up from my phone. “I ain’t no junkie” I said. Omari kept looking at me, he grabbed my phone. “Aye yo chill” I snapped. He clenched his jaw. “What you gon do? Huh? Shoot me motherfucka?” He said. I balled up my fist. “I brought you here to talk Ace, you spiraling man, Dad would not be proud” He said. I sucked my teeth at him. “Man dad dead fuck you” I told him. Omari grabbed me by my shirt. “If you wasn’t my brother I’d fuck you up” He told me. I smirked, “And you be dead” I told him. He pushed me back down. I fixed my shirt. I heard heels clicking over to our table. I looked up and seen it was our mother Traci. I felt the rage in me grow. “The fuck you bring this bitch in here for!” I snapped. She glared at me. “Bitch, I am your mama” She snapped. “Psshhh man you sent me to jail and never came to see me or defend me! You turned me in, you aint my blood!” I yelled. I looked at Omari. “Fuck all yall” I said. “Sit down” Omari said through clenched teeth. “Yall got 5 minutes” I stated. “Im sorry Ace, I was not thinking clearly I realize now I was wrong, I abandoned both of yall and Im sorry” She said. I shook my head. “Aight thats it? I got a btich waiting for me” I said. “O says you ended up with that Jade girl and your about bout to be a daddy, Congradulations” She said softly smiling. I stood up and grabbed my phone. “Well Im not, Im out” I said, I walked off to my car. “Ace!” I heard O call out. I turned around looking at him. He swung his fist and started fighting me. He grabbed me and brought me up to my car. “You out of the game until you fix your shit! I can’t have you fucking up my shit, OUR shit! Fucking grow up, you aint my brother. I don’t know what monster you fucking created but you need to get your shit together. Im tired of cleaning up your mess Ace. Don’t come around, until you get some help nigga!” he yelled. I spit the blood from my mouth in his face. “Fuck you O” I said. He punched me in my stomach, and in my face before walking off. I spit the blood out on the street.

I got in my car and drove home. I with throw my liquor cabnet and chugged down some Hennessy.

“Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building, That mean I got something expensive. Know my frames, they’re killin’

All these hoes I’m killin’

Nigga came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)

Come up in the street I’m peeling (skurr)

Come up in the street I’m peelin” I was rapping to Bankroll Fresh drunk as hell, and high as a kite. “Knock, Knock” I heard the door knock at the door. I grabbed my gun and looked through the peephole. I seen it was La-La she had been coming over lately. “Wassup bitch” I said to her. She rolled her eyes. “I heard you was down so I decided to bring in a friend her name is Diamond” She said. I smirked. “Oh you freaky freaky” I said. She nodded. “Anything for you Ace baby” She said kissing me. One thing lead to the next and I was messing with both girls, I was feeling the high, but shit started go left. I started seeing hallucinations everybody I killed. “Bruhh what the fuck!” I scrambled for my pants. “Ace you good?” La-La asked. I shook my head. My breathing intensified. I grabbed my cars keys and ran out the house. I grabbed my phone, and called X. “Wazzam Ace, you know O aint want us fucking with you”. “X man you got to help me I think Im spazzing off everything, Im seeing dead people” I said. He sighed. “Aight bruh where you at?” I grabbed my gun nervous as hell, paranoid like a motherfucker. “In my car man X hurry the hell up man” I said.

16 minutes later X showed up. He knocked on my window. “Ace, come on man” He said. I got out the car. “Man I’m tripping out man, Im losing my shit” I told him. He nodded. “Yeah you need help Ace, I know this place you can go to get help” He said. I sucked my teeth in. “I just need this shit to cope X thats it” I said. He sighed. “Man Ace look around everybody not fucking with you, J left you, O not dealing with it and soon ima be done too cause you fucking up fam” He told me. “I miss my girl, I aint gon hold you. I feel bad as hell man, I fucked up but im just cool out and get me some help for a minute. Ima be back” I told X. He nodded. “You need it, we got J. She gone be good” He assured me. He followed me back to my crib. The girls was gone. I looked at the coke on the table. “Aghhhhh” I yelled as I flipped the table over. I started punching holes in the walls and shit. X ran in after me. “Bruhh you wilding” He said. He shook his head. “Pack your shit I know a place you need to go to”.

7 Months Later: December 3rd, 2017

The past seven months, I been good. I went to rehab in L.A. took therapy. Ready to get back to bussiness. Ready to get back to my girl. Ready to be a Dad, an just make up for all the shit I did to J. My therapist told me it was going to be a long road to forgiveness from J. Also she asked me to forgive my mom, forgive my past and be a better version of me. When I dropped down in the Atl, the first thing I did was sale my property. Get me

A new crib, get a decorator to design me a gender nuetral nursery for J. She can add to it or recreate it if she likes. I turned in my Lambo and My Maserati for a Range Rover and an Escalade. I grew my hair out, and got it braided. I been back for a few weeks now, it was time to make my apology rounds. I showed up at Omari’s. “Ace! Hey little brother” Naomi said answering the door. “Uncle Acey!” Rain and Ocean yelled. They was right up underneath Mimi following her around in there little pajamas. “Hey my little niggas” I said. They each gave me a hug. “Yall keep growing man!” I said. “Im a big boy now, I get to go to pre-k” Rain said. Ocean nodded. “Yep me too!” I pretended to be shocked. “What?! No way” I said. “Go get daddy for me” Naomi told them. They ran off. “How are you?, you look good!” She said hugging me. I smiled. “I feel good, I been in L.A went to rehab and therapy” I told her. She nodded. “Hows J?” I asked. She smiled. “Good, she recently moved out, and into X and Heiress place for now, but she is getting her own place out in Alpharetta” She said. “Well I bought us a house, hopefully we can work shit out and be a family” I told Naomi. She kind of looked away. “Um Ace, Ima be honest with you. Jade is not going to just up and go with you. She’s 38 weeks pregnant. She’s been doing this by herself. You can’t up and decide now that you got the help you need that shit is all sweet well its not. You left when she needed you the most, she has no family relatives. That was fucked up, Im happy you got help so now you can be a father to your daughter, and maybe later Jade will forgive if she even lets you see your child” She straight up said. I looked at her. “A daughter?” i asked still tooken back by that reveal. I assumed I was going to have a son for the longest. Naomi nodded. “Ima work hard to get my family man. I just was dealing with alot of demons” I said. She nodded. “I get it Ace, this aint no easy way of living. I had to develop tough skin to even kill a man to protect my family but we do what we got to do to survive” She told me. “Daddy uncle Acey is right there!” The twins yelled in my brothers arms. He put the boys down. “Follow me in our basement” He simply said. I followed him down. “You can sit on the couch” He told me. He sat across from me looking down and then up at me. “You look good man, you look clean and healthy” He said. I smiled. “I got some help, got my shit together” I said. He smiled. “We missed you, I aint gon lie, niggas been ruthless without my number 1. Assasain, the gang been running cray, you know Jade just had her baby shower for her daughter, yall having a little girl” I nodded. “Yeah Mimi told me, Im scared as hell to have a little girl” I said honestly. He shrugged. “The toughest most ruthless ones always have the little girls, it softens them up” He said. “She been going through alot, just been crying most days. She misses you but wont admit cause you said some file shit to her. You got alot of work to do bro” He said. Naomi rushed down the steps. “Um Jade called, her water broke” She said. Omari nodded. I stood frozen. “Show time, lets see if you really about to change” He said. I followed him up. “We will meet yall later, just go to her Ace. Ima send you the address” I rushed out the house and to the hospital.

I rushed into the lobby. “Jade Thomas? Her water um it broke or something” I said breathing heavy. “Are you family? Or the father?” She asked. I nodded. “Yeah shes having my baby” I said proudly. She nodded. “Maternity ward, B25” She said. I quickly went to the elevator. When I got off I looked around for her room. I seen B25. I just busted in. I seen Jade looking very pregnant, and her best friend Mia. “Ace? Ace why are you here! You can go” She said fighting back tears. I shook my head. “Im here J, I um Mia can we talk please” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “Your 39 weeks too late Ace” She snapped. I pulled out a band. “Mia please give me like 10minutes damn!” I yelled. She looked at Jade who looked annoyed wiping her face. She just walked out. “J, baby. I was a fucking dumb ass for abandoning you. I know you needed me and I foolishly needed you. I left to get help. I went to Rehab and shit. Ima new nigga J” I stressed. She nodded. “I just need you to be here for our baby right now Ace. I can’t do us right now. I can’t allow myself to let someone else I love leave me again. That really fucked me up” She cried. I was a hard nigga with her being my soft spot so for me to cry with her, I really felt her pain. “I um, Ima do what I got to do to prove myself” I chocked trying to act cool. A nurse walked in. J was making a face. “Time for baby, your cervix is ready, Daddy put on your gear” She handed me my scrubs and went to put them on.

12 hours later:

“Hey Nova” Jade said smiling at our daughter. Nova Leigh Jones was born 6lbs and 12oz at 4:43 am December 4th 2017. I used to be crazy as fuck, hard as hell not caring ass nigga. Jade had my heart no lie but my daughter, my daughter got my whole world.

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tagged by @ikyh and @younghyuuns ill be doing both sets !! :D thank you both for tagging me!! this got long so yall dont hav 2 read <3

ru?? rushee’s set!! me: wow ru does not sound like rushee at all ? djsjdhhjd im dumb but i realize now

i. do u believe in astrology? whats ur sign and do u line up with the features usually attributed to it?

fucc... i guess i do ;-0...... and yeah i think?????? like they say capricorns are cold bitches and funny nd im like ya thats me... but they also say we’re hard workers and im like uh.. dont know abt that karen !

ii. what’s ur favorite pair of socks?

bbbbbbb..... socks huh...... i guess my ankle ones? there are also socks that have actual designs on them and those r usually thicker.. keep my feets safe! most of them have pkmn designs bc.. yeah... love the poke mans

iii. what’s a food that reminds you of a specific moment/memory?

i could think of anythiing and get reminded of one situation if that makes sense.. but i thought of pineapple..pizza... anyway the memory isnt anythngn special its just me staring at my delicious hawaiian pizza..... at my favourite pizza place.... love that shit

iv. what’s the longest you’ve gone without sleeping?

i dont have the actual hours but the latest ive stayed up.. like willingly would be until 2am

v. how has ur taste in music changed throughout ur life?

went from 1d to 5so/s + other bands to utaite.... they cover vocaloid songs ig i never kno how2 explain what utaites r then 2 kpop.. but i still listen 2 bands + kpop and utaites.... so nothing much has changed ive just gone broader.. wider... expanded my tastes... 

vi. who’s ur fashion icon?

oh definitely kim wonpil

vii. what’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done without realizing?

i breathe dumbass particles.. i cant think of one bc my brain probably blocked off all access to my horrifying past but ive been thinking abt how i used 2 send the boy i used 2 like 1d songs....................... 12 y/o old me rly thought. he’d listen.... 12 y/o me thought spamming him was a good idea glad ive learnt from that! 

viii. what’s something you want to brag about?

my grades but it didnt get me into psychology so nvm ! its still good though i didnt expect to get an A1 (hghest grade) for combined humanities since ive had a B my whole life without it i wouldnt be able to move on education wise lmao so thank god for that thanks cambridge thanks bell curve sunbaenim 

ix. when you imagine urself being happy in the future, where exactly are you (like the location!)?

oh definitely an apartment somewhere where its always windy and the curtains are always Moving and the sun just Shines in the room but its not that hot either its just full of warmth and yeah thats the dream maybe also walks in the park without having 2 worry abt sweating my pits out u kno! tldr anywhere but here

x. what’s something you’ve always wanted to own?

let me Think.... i dont need a lot/?? but id love hm.............. i want stability but realistically i want all the hh pcs from the code albums. 

xi. how’ve you been lately?

good good! i finished my *** fic and its. im proud of it though i know its not that good nd i can do better but its done ! and hm i could be going to see mx but asking my mum is stressing me out speaking of her she wont stop Coughing and she refuses to see the doctor ;-/ love those sleepless nights ! other than that i just want 2 get out and feel the sun ???/ wanna get out of this house yea but i need to be.. shady with my money i cant get a job because school is starting in a month and im going overseas again sometime next month so ! no ones gonna hire someone who can only work for 2 weeks at most dhzjhhs shouldve worked when i had the time dumbasses only

ok now falen

1. what’s been on your mind??

hm redacted feeling towards my mum but i cant say them bc itd be insensitive 

2. what are you looking forward to? 

mx? possibly but also finishing my enrolment papers

3. story time!: how and when did you get into day6!!!!!

fuck...... listen up LADS. 

ive told the same story like 10 times but im never gonna get tired of saying this shit bc i love miss boxy so much nd she deserves the appreciation anywy she introduced me 2 day6 after i saw this one (1) picture of brian in minion glasses and instantly i knew in that Fucking moment thatd id die for him. so i asked for the name of my murderer and was introduced to day6 whom frankly id never heard of b4 bdjhjh she sent me all their mvs and i still remember the night . i remember walking out of this japanese restaurant, twitter open, chat wiht boxy there and i was like.. interesting ill go listen when im home so i Did! and my mind was blown away bitch? i honest 2 god expected them to be a boy group,,, dancing and shit yknow? i didnt know k bands existed ! so as a previous 5/sos stan i was like wow. this??? this shit is 10/10 a fucking BANGER thats what i felt listening 2 i smile and just going :O over the fucking instruments so idk if how can i say was the last or second song but Damn. .. it made me scream thanks mister j** he rly dragged me by the collar of my shirt and threw me face first into Heaven so i watched everything i asked my friend for video recommendations and after boxy sent me a page with their face and names i was like this jae kid is 182 cm? wow gotta stan now im stupid and stupid for glasses and tall people so ! it happened bithc,, ugh i lov eday6 so much i remember binge watchng all their vlives after the july after party live (that being the first vlive i watched Ever in my entire life and i laghed so hard despite not understanding a damn thing) please id giv my heart and soul2 day6 im so happy with the way ive progressed as a myday :^( 

bonus when i first started stanning it was 26th june and shortly after i made a stan acc teasers were being dropped but i didnt kno why ppl were freaking out i remmeber seeing jae’s teaser nd going ? ok? its just a pic damn ;-/ and then eveeryone was like: dowoon! choker! me: wdhs? what

4. ????do you have any allergies????

did u think of jae and no i used to be allergic 2 dairy products but thats disappeared

5. a fond memory???

bowling with friends and im just a disaster of a friend im always so loud with them and i thank god everyday that they handle my energy ? i would cheer for them even if they got a gutter or whatever and when they got a strike id go clap like crazy i love my friends i also went i have the power of god and anime on my side before flinging the ball and theyd laugh despite not knowing what vine that was from i love my friends... psg if ur out there yall are the best x i miss hanigng out with them as a trio.. three of us :( 

6. do you paint your nails?? if so, what are your fave colors to use?? if not, why??  

thats so.. tiresome.......... dont u have 2 wait for it 2 dry and shit ? my mums always worried abt ruining the colour or some sht nd im like !!! okY!!!!!!! tldr its a pain in the ass

7. what are your favorite colors?? what are your fave colors to wear??

i like hte colour of the sky... all the colours........ yeah love that bithc and lately ive been wearing a lot of black shirts finally went out of my embarrassing colourful phase ! 

8. what languages would you like to learn?? for what reason(s)??

japanese nd korean jp because i listen to a lot of things in japanese and korean for the same reason but my priority would be jp even tho id love to communicate with my faves i just... yeah although im not exactly making an effort 2 learn bc im lazy but if i Could.... itd be those two

9. when you get stickers, do you use them or do you keep them??

DHDGFHDHDGDSJHJSJAKSSJHFHS THIS FEELS LIKE A CALL OUT???? i keep them......... 

10. are there any groups that you might get into/want to get into?

hm... well theres knk ive learnt their names and im finally able to put name 2 face so thats nice svt too if htey didnt have such large numbers... thats all for now i think?? i love evry girl group though i love gIRLS... 

11. how are you???

idk im constantly just fine?? not the im sad but im fine kind of fine im literally just neutral half the time wjhddshs wild 

both of your questions were really unique and i loved answering them thank you so much for tagging me and if youve read until the end thank you i hope you have a good day!

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!I’m not sure why I’m writing this, but I feel like I have the need to do it anyway.

I have my therapy appointment tomorrow, so I want to discuss about what I’ve been through for the past two weeks for preparation. 

I want to start off with what happened today (7/27) because it affected me in a way that made cry:

I came to work ready to do my thing but we all detected Citlalli was off. It doesn’t take words to realize that. Body language is inevitable and shows what the person is feeling. But long story short, Elliot talked to us at the end about what happened. I found out that I hurt Alisha because of my tone or something else. I take full responsibility for that because that it never my intention to throw her off. But i did. But a part of me blames Citllali for starting off bad because she does not allow us to help her out. And that ticked me off because when she gets like that she literally shuts down and work becomes unpleasant and harder. I told her that but she does not apologize at all. Instead she does what she always do, walk away in a bad note with the “fuck it i quit. bye.” that’s just so unprofessional because we will see each other all again on Friday and we just want to get finish our tasks the best way we can. Leaving on a bad note doesn’t allow that for happen. I apologized to Alisha as soon as I felt guilty. She said is okay but is truly not. I just want her forgiveness... but I also forgive myself.

On our way home Elliot and I discussed about our day and other stuff and we went home on a good note. Him and I tend to discuss and talk things out because that’s just the kind of persons we are for some reason. He said interesting things and I take note of them. Things like: I should eventually talk to my mom and my brother. Things like: Im my own person with my own opinions. Things like: He went outta pocket. Things like: He definitely sees that and that has almost everything with the way he treats me with violence. Things like: he has anger problems. 

I got home. I said good night to mother. Then it was just me thinking about Citllali and Alisha....thinking about my family... thinking that I have to face them....eventually. Thinking about why am I in this position....I felt so stressed about it that I cried. Sitting on the couch, resting my head in my hands, letting my tears pour over my cheeks, I surrendered to my feelings. I was asking for help. I found myself asking for Jesus Christ to come help me because I want to keep living. I have a future and I want to be in it so come help my lord and guide me through this turbulence for I know is temporary. I did this because I have faith...for my future ya know?

I was overwhelmed at that moment of surrender. I grabbed my laptop and here I am... typing, writing about my day because I want to go to work on Friday better than I have before. Please Lord I want this. Help me. 

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Well that was today... but I want to write about one more thing. I want to write about what happened to me this, Sunday, and Monday, and Tuesday. Just facts. 

Sunday afternoon, I asked if I can ride with Edgar and his friends (nothing new) and he said yes. As I was getting ready, putting on my clothes, grabbing my camera, and all that, Edgar tells me “come but don’t come here with your bad vibe.” I said “what? what do you mean?” I was hurt. “I don’t know” he said. “But thats what angel and charlie told me”

“About what?”

“They said you was mad at them giving them a whole nasty atttiude that day on the garage?”

“Because I was on the phone? thats my garage anyway I can feel whatever I want. In fact, they were the angel was the one giving me a whole attitude as if I cant act all surprise for seeing them in my garage?”

Edgar ignored me and walked away.

I stayed home and I didnt go. I was upset. I was angry. I was hurt. I felt betrayed. I was fed up. Home alone... I wrote a facebook post about it.

I wrote what happened exactly in two paragraphs with the intention of having my brother read it. 

He found out and sent me an very rude and abbrut text message, calling me childish for writing it on facebook. (right but lets not forget your hyprocite ass for writing a whole IG post about Saul xD but thats fine right because is you? no...) I dont feel sorry for chosing the way I express myself because after all I am a writer and you my brother are not a listener. You are not. Because I have SEEN it myself. In fact, you wholly admitted that you thrashed your bike in front of your ex just for “talking heavy” (that is a clear anger problem)

and yet, you demand me to talk to you. No brother. I deserved an apology for disrepecting me.

That was Sunday. 

Monday came and I woke up to Angel confronting me “hey you got a problem with me and edgar? wassup? whats up?” all confrontational and shit. Excuse me? what do you have to do with me and edgar? nothing. so shut the fuck up. yall are exactly alike. impulsive. emotional. act based on emotional state and dont use ur brains. your like little babies. fuck off. get blocked.

This proved to me that Edgar talks shit about me to his little teenage boys. I know thats true and i don’t forget that day you humiliated me infront of them and my boyfriend because I forgot my wallet.

I do not forget that day you demanded money aand interrp[uted my therapy session 

I do not forget thart day you fucked made me and amy whole fmaily sacred as shit because you broke th4e law lost 2000 dollars from my pops and you gegt away wit it!@!!!!!!!!!! AND I SUFFER FROM NYOUR DISRECXPECT. I9M FUCKING DONE!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU1!!!!!!

Let alone how you treated my brother luis over the uber accounts!!!~! I WAS NOT IN FAVOR WITH YOUR BEHAVIOUR BUT YOU ALWAYS GET AWAY WITH EVERYTHING. is my family that made you like that but you must be blamed for it too. 

You betrayed me after all that i did for you, You talk shit behind my back because what? i dont pay rent? you claim you’re better than my family but youre a machista for saying that. because youre the breadwinner you entitiled to disrespect your sister=? you might have learned that from my father. but i wont let you do it again to me. 

i have endured phsyucal violance from ym father, my mother, my brother tony. and im tired of being bullied by you. im your sister. love me. respect me. u have a choice. 

Last thing, you disrespected me and my boyfreidn at the same time with that message. How dare you talk to him like that? You don’t even know him. When have you ever found me talk to you girl like that over our own problems? I never because I know respect. Would you like that to happen to you? Tell your girl about our problems? I don’t tjhink so becuase NO ONE DOES. 

How dare you talk to me in most machista tone ever. “Come get your fucking girl” EXCUSE ME? “girl?!” IM YOUR FUCKING SISTER., I HAVE A NAME. I HAVE A SOUL. IM A PERSON WIRTH FEELINGS THE DESERVES TO LIVE WITH DIGNITY,. THATS A BASIC HUMAN RIGHT. HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE IM SOME OBJECT PASSED AROUND FROM ONE PERSON TO THE NEXT. HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT ABOUT YOUR SISTER TO HER BOUYFRIEND. YOU WENT OUTTA POCKET. WHAT DO YOU GAIN FROM THATT!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I’m done taking your beatings. I’m done. I’m fucking done. ITS TIME FOR ME TO SET MY BOUNDARIES. IS TIME FOR ME TO SHOW YOU WHEN AND WHERE YOU CROSS THE LINE. IS TIME FOR ME TO START DEFENDING MYSLEF AND SAY NO1!!! 1!!!Q!

In the end, “I’m thankful. Because now I know what I must do”.

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Star Cross’d - Part 1

Yay, like, a real chapter! With, like...a real chapter length! :D

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Words: 1,890ish Summary: And they’re off to see the Wiz--the reader’s fianceé. Warnings: Swearing Other Parts: Masterlist

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Y/N ran to catch up to Dean where he walked beside his sleek, black mare. She took a deep breath, partly from running to catch up with the long strides of the short-haired man and partly because she was trying to hide the fact that she was nervous.

“Good morning,” she began.

He faced her, flashing her a big, toothy, awkward grin. “Good afternoon, poppet.”

She scoffed at the term. “I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Y/N Merchant.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I, uh…I heard ya tell Sam.”

“Ah, of course…he said your name was Dean.”

“Yup, that's me.”

She chewed her bottom lip, her eyes falling to the ground as they walked. “Your steed is beautiful.”

Dean beamed at that, immediately brightening at the topic. “She's my baby. Her name is Pala.”

Y/N reached out to pat at the horse's thick, glossy neck, but restrained herself at the last moment. “May I touch her?”

He ran a hand down Pala’s mane, his brow furrowed in thought. “I'd probably wait until we stop for the night, give her time to get used to you. She's not accustomed to strangers.”

Y/N’s hand returned to its previous position, the air of awkwardness returning once more. “Father said that we'll be in the capital rather quickly.”

“Well, if luck's on our side, you'll be married in a week.”

She frowned, clutching her bag tighter. The idea of marrying a man she didn’t know did not appeal to her in the slightest. “Hopefully all will be well.”

Dean's eyes fell on her for a moment, but Sam quickly joined them and slung a rabbit he’d caught over Pala’s saddle. “So, what's your fianceé like?”

Y/N craned her head up to look at the long-haired man. “Ah, I…I've not met him before.”

Dean grumbled something under his breath, and Sam sent his brother a quick glare. “Well, then…what do you know of him?”

“That he is a Lord and that this marriage is important to my father,” she shrugged. “And that he is a Beta.”

Dean threw his hands up. “Oh, good, because there’s a long history of Betas and Omegas having happy marriages.”

Sam glared at his brother. “Which means nothing, Dean. It could be fine.”

“If you are so against this marriage,” Y/N frowned, “why would you agree to escort me?”

The men bristled, and it couldn’t have been more obvious that she had hit a nerve. She immediately began backtracking and busied herself with adjusting her skirt. “I am so sorry. I must learn to think before I speak.”

Dean smiled softly. “No, I’m sorry,” he ran a hand down his face, “I was being rude.”

After that, words failed them and they moved in relevant silence through the woods.

They had left at dawn, but it hadn’t gotten too much brighter in the hours they walked. The canopy of trees above them covered them from the sun blazing above them. The wind moved quickly through and around the trunks, bringing a sweet-smelling yet chilling breeze. Even though it was the middle of summer, it was cooler than they could believe, and they each held their coats closely to their chests. In his bearskin coat, Sam looked like the animal he was wearing, and more than once, he coaxed a shout of surprise from Y/N by silently walking beside her.

They stopped shortly before sundown to begin setting up camp. Sam and Dean spoke quickly to divide up responsibilities, and Sam was off into the night with a bow and arrow to find some dinner, as the rabbit he’d found earlier was too small to properly feed all three of them.

Dean tied Pala to a nearby tree before he built a fire, which quickly warmed the chilly night air. When he’d finished, he pulled out a blanket and spread it before the fire. Y/N watched, unsure what to do. Finally, he turned to her and motioned to the blanket below them. “Sit.”

She did so, but awkwardly, like she’d recently sustained a massive head injury or was only vaguely aware how her limbs were supposed to work. Dean watched her with an amused smile before focusing on getting the small burlap tents set up.

It was now her turn to watch him. She had spent all day looking at the ground, trying to not lose her footing in the dense foliage hiding all the rocks and uneven terrain that would not hesitate to knock her down.

She watched the older Winchester work, the way his ill-fitting clothing did nothing to hide his strong, wide form. The muscles in his arms rippled and rolled as he went about setting everything up. She could see freckles scattered across his tanned skin and she lost herself in her imagination for a moment, hoping they covered every inch of it.

And, oh Lord in Heaven, his scent. He smelled like the forest around them and a warm pie baking in a stone hearth and every comforting smell she could ever imagine rolled into one. She was finally sitting downwind of him rather than walking beside him, Pala, and Sam, and it was pure Dean on the wind.

He caught her staring, his jade green eyes locking with hers. He seemed a bit surprised, but quickly smiled. “Are you okay?”

She flushed and nodded. “I’m sorry, me staring, that was incredibly rude.”

He shook his head. “There ain’t much else to look at out here,” he offered.

That pulled a chuckle from her, which in turn made him smile. Dean walked back over to Pala and pulled a few things from her back. He then made his way over to Y/N and knelt beside her. A small carrot was handed to her, the greens still attached to the bright orange top. “Here,” he said, “those are her favorites. She deserves a few for today. Would you mind?”

Y/N excitedly jumped to her feet, leaving her small pack on the ground where she had sat. Dean advised her to approach the mare cautiously, then went about setting up the last tent. She had to take a moment to fully find the pitch black horse in the darkness, but she approached as Dean said, even holding out the treat like it was a peace offering. “Hello, Pala.”

The horse was tense, but she made no move to distance herself from the new face.

Y/N held the carrot out so that Pala could take it the moment she got close enough.

Pala nickered before meeting Y/N halfway, which caused the latter to jump just a bit. She held her ground, however, as the mare got closer. Pala took the carrot eagerly, chomping it down in seconds. Then the trusty mount began nuzzling at the Omega’s stomach, near the bag of carrots.

Y/N giggled, lightly patting the neck of Pala and moving the bag away. “So impatient!” she smiled wider than she had all day as she dug out another carrot.

The mare excitedly inhaled the next two treats she was given before Y/N decided that it was enough. Pala huffed and snorted, but nothing too terrible happened. Pala even let Y/N continue to stroke her, nuzzling lightly at her stomach.

Y/n hummed quietly to herself as she ran her fingers through the horse’s mane, detangling it and pulling twigs, leaves, and whatever else had made its home there.

“Wow.”

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin with fright. Dean had come up beside her at some point, a tent all ready and waiting occupants behind him.

“Sorry,” he apologized, trying to hold back his laughter. He then walked up to the mare, who promptly forgot Y/N existed to nuzzle and lick at her master.

Y/N shook her head. “It’s quite alright. In any case, I should really pay more attention to my surroundings. We aren’t in town anymore.”

Dean smiled, the mirth still in his features. “Well, it’s your first night out. I think you’re allowed. It’s why we’re here.”

“And I thank you for it,” she answered.

Dean went back to stroking Pala. His large, calloused, worn hands stroked her gently, almost reverently. “You cleaned her mane,” he spoke quietly, almost absent-mindedly.

“A beautiful mare like her shouldn’t be dirty.”

He nodded. “That’s what I keep tellin’ Sammy.”

“She’s gorgeous. And judging by her reaction to you,” she chuckled. “You must take very good care of her.”

Dean beamed. “She’s my pride and joy. Raised her since she was born. She usually doesn’t warm to strangers that quick, either.”

“I think she warmed to the carrots over me.”

He shook his head. “She let you clean her mane. It took weeks for her to let Sam do that.”

Y/N shrugged. “Well, then I am honored. I shall try to live up to your expectations, Pala.”

The mare neighed, sounding a bit like laughter, though Y/N was probably projecting. The lady laughed herself, enjoying herself more than she thought she would.

She caught Dean watching her, and she flushed lightly. Thankfully, they were interrupted by the return of the younger Winchester with two rabbits.

Dean had set up the tent specifically for her, and she couldn’t have been more thankful for the privacy, as she told them over and over.

They waved her off, settling in on the bedrolls that rest on either side of her tent.

She crawled in, wishing them both good night before curling up and falling asleep almost instantly. For a lady of leisure, an entire day of hiking through the woods was too much, and they were a bit surprised she’d managed to stay awake long enough to eat.

Dean made himself comfortable between Pala and the tent after making sure the mare was comfortable for the night.

When Sam spoke, it was quiet. “She seems nice.”

Dean grunted. “Yeah. At least she didn’t complain today.”

“I was shocked. I thought she’d be impossible to shut up.”

The elder Winchester chuckled. “Never been so happy to be wrong.”

“Yeah,” His brother smiled. “But she’ll be sore tomorrow, so maybe I shouldn’t speak so soon.”

“Well, she can ride Pala tomorrow,” Dean answered as he closed his eyes to sleep.

The silence that followed, however, was deafening, and so one of his green eyes popped open to look at his companion.

Sam had a wide-eyed look of disbelief on his face, clearly stunned speechless. Dean’s eyes fell closed again, and in a gruff tone, he asked, “What?”

“You’ll let a stranger ride Pala?”

“She’ll be fine.”

“Pala or Y/N?”

“Both. Shut up, I’m tryin’ to sleep.”

The sound of Sam settling in could be heard, then silence reigned once more. “I just hope Pala isn’t getting attached, since we’ll never see Y/N again after this is over.”

Dean shook his head, but his eyes didn’t open. “Pala’ll be fine. We just gotta get through this week, and we’ll buy her enough carrots to help her forget.”

“I hope so. Wouldn’t want Pala to do something stupid that could get us all in trouble.”

A heavy sigh escaped the elder Winchester. “Pala won’t do anything stupid as long as you shut up and let her sleep.”

A half-hearted chuckle was heard, then the soft words, “Good night Dean.”

“Night, Sammy.”

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Title: She Won't Break Characters: Rowena, Sam, Dean, Ketch, reader Relationships: Rowena/reader Genres: Drama, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Whump

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Arthur Ketch wasn't a patient man.

Rowena found that out firsthand after he'd attempted to kill her, three times in a row, and each time she'd come back completely healed as if nothing had ever happened.

The Man of Letters was getting desperate. He was used to getting what he wanted, and a tiny witch like her refusing to die was driving him insane.

More insane than he already was.

Beatings were nothing new for Rowena; she'd been through plenty in her long life, each time getting out stronger, more resistant. Not even her son's demons had managed to break her.

But what this man did to her was like nothing she'd ever experienced. By the time he grew tired of beating on her, there wasn't an inch of her that wasn't either bleeding or covered in nasty bruises that would take weeks to heal.

"Why won't you die?!" he snarled.

If she wasn't in so much pain, Rowena would have laughed at how completely and utterly helpless he seemed. She was the one strapped to a table and mercilessly beaten, yet it was him who screamed in mad frustration. She was the monster in this story, a proud and glorious wicked witch, but it was his angry, red face that looked more beast rather than human.

He could do to her whatever he wanted; Rowena had made up her mind long before she even knew of his existence. No matter how much he (or anyone else for that matter) pounded on her, she would never tell him her secret.

The only one who knew about it, besides Lucifer (who was far, far away by now) and Amara (who wasn't even around to tell anyone) was you. The Winchesters, their angel, and her son knew that she'd come back somehow, but she hadn't told them exactly how. She would be crazy to tell people who had tried to kill her multiple times the way to do it permanently.

"TELL ME!" Ketch snarled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head up.

Rowena hissed in pain, and then swallowed it. He didn't deserve to see her weak. She could get through this. She would get free, either by her own hand or yours, and he would pay for everything he's done to her. But for that to happen, she needed to be strong. Which was a difficult task considering every inch of her ached, but she could do it – she knew she could. She hasn't survived for over three centuries for nothing.

"Rot in hell."

Her voice was weak, barely above a whisper, but she managed to get her point across. She wasn't telling him shit!

Ketch's response was a well aimed punch to the face that sent her head spinning.

"Smart creatures, you witches are," he mused. "But I'm smarter."

She seriously doubted that. This man may have known his theory, but in practice he was a nobody. Books, while immensely important (Rowena didn't love them without reason) could only get you so far.

Say what you want about American hunters, but they at least knew how to do their job. Rowena respected that. She hated them with a passion, but she respected their dedication. Unlike these fancy bampots, they combined theory with practice learned from experience.

"I've studied your kind for decades and I know the answer to my question lies somewhere here."

Ketch trailed a finger down her neck, all the way to her chest. Rowena flinched as he pressed on a rather painful bruise.

"Somewhere on your person," he continued, finger trailing lower.

Rowena put on her best stoic look, but on the inside she was screaming. While she managed to keep her breathing under control, her heartbeat fastened, uneven little thuds pounding on her chest.

No, she thought. Please, no. What he already did to her would be nothing compared to what he would if he was to find the Resurrection Seal. She could handle beatings just fine; his attempt at the Seal's removal (bloody and painful in all scenarios that went through her head) she could not.

Just as she feared, it didn't take Ketch long to find the scar just above her knee on her right leg.

"And we have a winner!" He grinned like a child at a supermarket, pressing into the scar and feeling the small casket nestled underneath her skin. "It's a bit deep, but not to worry. I've got just the right tool!"

He walked over to the table where he kept his instruments and picked up a large, sharp-looking knife.

Rowena eyes went wide, heart beating even faster as the Man of Letters approached her again and started observing and pressing back into her scar in search of the right angle to cut.

"Don't," she said, hating herself for sinking so low as to beg – again. "Please."

"Sorry, darling, but it must be done. It's nothing personal."

With that he sank the blade deep into her flesh.

The only thing Rowena could do as blood poured out in streams was scream at the top of her lungs.

You expected it would take some time to convince them (and had prepared a ranting speech accordingly), but, surprisingly, Sam and Dean readily agreed to help you rescue Rowena.

They were quick to answer the phone and, after having listened to your hysterical and damn near impossible to understand (for you were a sobbing mess and your voice was breaking after every word) explanation, said they were on their way.

You offered – demanded, actually – to go with them, but they insisted you would be safer in your apartment. The only reason you agreed to listen to them was because they promised they would bring Rowena back home.

You noticed that they never promised they'd bring her back unharmed.

That alone was enough to send you into another frenzy of emotions.

It was about an hour after you made that phone call that Dean texted to inform you Rowena was safe. Your tears had dried by now; you were still shaken, but you'd managed to calm yourself down enough to function. The elder Winchester had said nothing about Rowena's condition, but knowing the British Men of Letters – and especially that monster going by the name of Arthur Ketch – you fetched your healing salve and pain-relieving potion, as well as bandages, a cloth, and a bowl of water, and brought them to your small living room.

Just as you were finished setting all the supplies onto the coffee table, the doorbell rang, signaling their arrival.

"We come bearing gifts," Dean said with a huge grin on his face when you opened the door.

In his arms was Rowena, huddled up against him like a broken doll. You froze, eyes widening in shock as you took in her appearance. She was covered in blood from head to toe, her expensive dress tattered and ripped, exposing bruised skin that was more purple than pale.

You clasped your hands over your mouth, staring at her as if she were a ghost – which, judging from her condition, wasn't that far from the truth.

It baffled you how calm she appeared. If that were you, you would be screaming for the entire town to hear.

A gasp escaped your lips, followed by a loud, concerned exclamation of: "Oh, my god!"

"Y/N…"

Rowena's voice was weak, but the message in it was clear – don't worry. Even beaten to a bloody pulp, she was adamant that she was fine. She could take everything that was thrown at her; every insult, every blow. It hurt, yes, but her pride remained the same. She was a woman of great dignity, incredibly strong and brave. That kind of thing doesn't vanish overnight – she, after all, had centuries to build it.

As you lead Dean to your living room, you reached to touch her, but pulled your hand back at the last minute, frightened that you would harm her. You didn't miss the look of hurt that crossed her face at your rejection, and before you knew it, guilt had its hand around your worried heart, digging its sharp claws in. What must she have thought, you wondered, when, after hours of torture, her own girlfriend refused to touch her, as if she were filthy?

You made sure to make up for it after getting Dean to sit her on the couch. You didn't even sit down properly before pulling her into your arms and wrapping your arms around her. You waited for her to push you back, to give out a pained moan and chastise you for hurting her, but when no protests came, you tightened your grip on her.

For a long, silent moment you just held onto her protectively, as if letting go would put her in danger all over again. She returned the favor, not as strong, but her arms still rested on your back. It felt good to feel her skin against yours once again; to have her in your arms, to hear her soft breaths. You wanted to stay that way forever – just the two of you, safe in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry," you said, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. You didn't care that the Winchesters were here, that they could see you at your weakest. All you cared about was her. She needed to know that she was loved, that she was wanted and needed and cared for. That you would never think her filthy and find her undesirable. "I'm so, so sorry, baby. I love you so much."

"I know, darlin'," she said softly. "Love ye, too."

Your heart broke at the weakness in her voice. Your Rowena was not supposed to be so weak. "Am I hurting you?"

"No," she replied. "This feels good."

"Happy to hear that," you told her, pulling her closer to you. You wanted to have her as close as possible. Your eyes trailed over to Sam and Dean for a moment, locking with their sympathetic ones. "Thank you for bringing her home to me. I owe you for this. Big time."

"It's fine," Sam said.

"You don't owe us anything," Dean added. "She was in need. We helped. It's what we do."

"Yeah," his brother agreed. "She's already helped us twice. We're the ones owing her."

"Besides, we're friends, Y/N," the elder Winchester said.

You nodded, tears of gratitude streaming down your face. Even though they weren't happy when they found out you were leaving hunting for witchcraft, and to date Rowena, no less, Sam and Dean had come to terms with it and didn't let it impair your friendship. There were plenty of things the three of you disagreed with, but you still cared for one another and would never do anything that would cause the others harm.

"Thank you," you repeated. "I'll never forget what you did for us today."

Sam nodded. "It wasn't a problem at all."

"And for the record, the two of ye still owe me," Rowena said.

Dean smirked. "Of course we do."

"Yeah, we-we know," Sam said.

Rowena smiled. "Just wanted to make that clear."

"We can let ourselves out," Dean said when you made a move to get up, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You nodded gratefully. "I'll talk to you guys later."

"Take care," Sam said, giving you a small smile.

You waited for the door behind them to close before turning back to Rowena. You laid a finger to her chin, gently tilting her head up to observe her. Her beautiful face bore blood and bruises you'd never before seen on it. You'd/ seen her beaten up a few times, but never like this. It has never been this bad.

Your eyes teared up once again at the sight of her. It amazed you how strong she appeared, considering the injuries her body bore. A tiny creature such as her should never be this hurt. It was unnatural and cruel.

"What did he do to you?" you said, a single tear sliding down your cheek.

Rowena was quick to wipe it away with the back of her hand. "Don't cry, dear. This is nothin' I can't handle."

"You shouldn't have to handle it," you pointed out. "It isn't fair."

She smiled lightly. "Life isn't fair." Her smile faded as she uttered her next words. "He killed me. Three times."

You frowned, doing your best to ignore the throbbing pain the words 'he killed me' inflicted on your heart. She was alive now – alive and kicking, as strong as ever despite her numerous injuries. The past didn't matter. The only thing that did matter was that she was here with you and she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Ketch did?"

"Aye. The fourth time he found the Seal. Tried to get it out."

Your eyes instinctively trailed down to her leg, its upper side wrapped in a makeshift bandage consisting of a plaid cloth (one of Sam or Dean's old shirts, most likely).

"Get it out how?" you asked, eyes narrowing. You weren't sure you wanted to know the answer.

Rowena hesitated before replying. "With a knife."

"Oh, god!"

Her strength never ceased to amaze you. If you were in her shoes, you'd have been an incomprehensible mess of sobs and screams. Instead, she was sitting beside you, giving no sign that he was in pain – the only thing that gave her away were the horrid wounds that covered the entirety of her body and the slight weakness in her voice.

"The Seal's still there," Rowena assured you, taking your hand into both of hers. "The Winchesters arrived before he could take it out."

"He still hurt you," you said through gritted teeth, seething with anger. How dare that pompous little man lay a hand on your girl? "He hurt you bad."

She gave you a smile. "I'm alright, dear."

"You're not and you know it," you said, a tad too harshly for your liking. You couldn't help it; anger and concern made for a dangerous mixture. "You look awful. I don't mean that as an insult, but as a fact."

"Way to lift my spirits." Her face fell. "But aye, I'm aware. It hurts even worse. Ye can't even imagine."

You knew it the moment you laid your eyes on her broken form, but hearing her say those words broke your heart into thousands of pieces. "I will make it go away," you said, swallowing back the sobs that threatened to overcome you. "Not completely, but I promise you, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt as bad."

"I trust ye will do yer best," she said. "Like always."

Your best you did.

The first thing you did was run her a warm bath to wash away all the filth and caked blood. You insisted you take care of her injuries first, but Rowena was adamant that she wanted to be clean before any work was done.

So, after giving her a pain-relieving potion, you did what she asked. She let you wash her, let you scrub away the gore with minimal protest. You could tell she was holding back from screaming for the pain that she was in was immense, but every time you suggested you stop what you were doing, she very loudly and very clearly ordered you to keep going until she was clean.

The first wound you took care of was the leg one. It hurt you to even look at that mess; you didn't even want to imagine what it must have been like to bear am injury like that. You weren't certain whether it was the potion or Rowena's natural resilience (probably a little bit of both), but she let you clean and bandage it without making much of a fuss.

After that one, the rest was relatively easy. The bruises and welts you could do nothing about except leave them to heal on their own – which would take a while, considering she was covered in them from head to toe – but the cuts were relatively easy to stitch.

Time flew by fast and before you knew it it was evening. Rowena cuddled up to you on the bed, allowing you to hold her like a child in need of comfort. Her head rested atop your chest, her hands holding onto yours.

It was relaxing to just hold her like that. No drama, no worries – just two witches in love enjoying their peace and quiet after an incredibly long, tormenting day.

"How are you feeling?" you asked, moving one of your hands up to caress her hair. The curly locks were soft under your touch, like refined, gentle silk.

"Much better," Rowena said.

"Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head. "No. Ye were sweet. Ye are sweet." Her lips curled into a smile. "Ye can hold me, Y/N. I'm not goin' to break."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Ye won't." Letting out a pained hiss, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and turned to look you in the eye. "I'm grateful to have ye, Y/N. I don't know what I would've done without ye."

"You'd probably be sleeping in some cheap hotel," you teased.

"Cheap?" She actually looked offended. "How dare ye?"

You smirked. "I'm mean."

"Ye are," she agreed. "Very mean."

"You should lie down," you told her. "The potion may have numbed your pain, but you're still hurt."

"I'm not a child, Y/N. I know my limits and I'm tellin' you I'm alright. Don't worry."

"After today, how can I not?"

"Oh, darlin'," she said, lowering her head to press a kiss to your lips. "A wee beatin' can't stop a wicked witch like me. These bruises are nothin' I haven't experienced before. I'll be as good as new in no time."

"Doesn't make it any easier to look at you," you said. "It hurts me to see you like this. I wish I could do something to help, but I can't, and it sucks. I hate this."

"Ye've already done more than I could ever ask for," Rowena told you. "Ye took care of me, nursed me back to health. That's not somethin' I take for granted. I'm fine. I swear. I'm not denyin' that it hurts, but it's nowhere near as bad as it looks." She gave your cheek a light caress. "How about this? If anythin' – anythin' – starts hurtin', I'll let you know."

"You promise?"

"Aye."

"Okay," you said, nodding. You were still unsure about the entire thing, but you decided to trust her. You owed her that much. "I won't walk on eggshells around you, but only if you're honest with me."

"It's a deal."

"Let's make it official," you told her, grinning devilishly. "Kiss me."

"With pleasure," she purred, and for a moment, the magic of her mouth on yours erased everything that was wrong in the world.

This story was inspired by a conversation I had with @oswinthestrange. We were talking about Ketch removing Rowena’s Resurrection Seal and I got inspired to write a wee story.

Editor: @apritelleorai

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21. Part 4

I actually don’t care if Lakers have won now because I have won at life, I am so happy. Looking at Robyn smiling, I can’t stop smiling because this has made it official “you’re so smug right now” Robyn nudged me saying “can’t help it, we should go. Lakers are going to win now anyways” picking Liana off my lap, getting up from the chair “pick me!” Liana held her arms up “you’re too big for this” picking Liana up “after you” I pointed ahead of me for Robyn to walk ahead, I like to watch her ass swaying when she walks so of course I will let her walk ahead of me. Looking across the court seeing Drake, I done clocked his ass a while ago, he soon turned his head as he noticed me looking. I smirked looking ahead of me, shit is about to go down but I don’t care anymore. My bodyguard met up with us as we left the building, people were hanging off the barriers shouting things but I don’t care, it made me laugh that they was shouting Liana’ name though, she is so confused.

Laughing at the text from my mom “my mom goes, she saw us glowing and she knew” facing my phone to Robyn to look at “glowing? Momma be knowing” Robyn said laughing “yeah, she is crazy” I have so many messages from people, I am just trying to see the important ones “I thought I said no phones?” I am saying this while looking at my own damn phone “oh no, I am just cussing Mel out. She sent me this video” looking away from my phone, Robyn pressed play turning the phone to me. My smile grew “she recorded the TV screen of us” laughing seeing how shy we both got, that was crazy “we look so shy, look at us” what I did was very impulsive so that is why I am looking like that “kiss cam bitch!! I told you!!” Mel screamed out on the camera laughing, Robyn shook her head “I hate this bitch, I blame her. She predicted this and it happened, I am not even answering any of the messages. I am done now, you should be too” look at Robyn telling me off “I guess we better drive off, paparazzi been waiting for us to drive off” locking my phone.

I really want to smoke a blunt but my daughter is here so I need to wait this out, this traffic don’t help at all “you not mad at me are you? For what I did” I never actually asked “no, I just got shy. Everyone cheering, just came out of nowhere but this is me Chris. I would have not said anything, I just get scared, you know of the backlash but it’s happened. The only person I care about is Liana, fuck the rest” putting my car in park, this traffic ain’t moving anywhere fast “good, that is what you need to think about. You know those stories you read, the things people say you need to remember me, you need to remember how much I love you. I get I am going and leaving you here but I just need you to be strong, this is going to test us” Robyn sighed out “I need you to hold it down in LA for me, I can’t stress enough how they and when I mean they I mean those people that hate me. They will be in your ear, don’t let them tell you different. They the same ones that will make the rumours up about me” I am so worried about leaving Robyn with these assholes “I won’t let them but I need you to tell me anything that goes off, I do know you. I trust Chris but I don’t trust anyone else, this is going to be hard but I believe in us” Robyn reached her hand over and held mine “your love will get me through this, please keep in touch” raising Robyn’ hand and kissing the back of her hand.

Chris went out to get some food but it’s too late, Liana has fallen asleep now. Walking backwards out of her room, I swear I love this bedroom of hers. He really made the effort to make sure she felt like a princess, I want to take this bedroom from him for her actually. Luckily Liana did eat something, even though most of that was junk. Looking down at my phone once again, this thing has been ringing none stop. Seeing my mom’ name plastered on the front screen of my phone, I really don’t want to ignore her but I don’t want to hear anything that will ruin my day, this is about Chris and I. Staring at the screen waiting for it to stop ringing, finally it did stop ringing. Unlocking my phone, I really love that video of Chris kissing me, reminds me of young love. Just makes me smile, tapping on IG, I am sure it will be here. The first thing I see on my timeline is just that, my smile grew watching the video. My face, I was so taken back and so shy. I am about to repost it but not caption it at all, reposting the post to my page.

Sitting Indian style on the couch, I am really wondering where Chris has gone now. I am not as hungry now, I just want him back home, he has gone to get some food and look at me just missing him, sat staring at the door. This is so bad, I look like a lost dog waiting for its owner, I am going to miss him so much. I wish he stayed in America, he will be so far away from me and anything can happen. I don’t think I could ever be without him, even when we was apart I knew he was there, I knew he was safe and I could go to him. Hearing the door unlock, my head poked up smiling “my bad” he said as he walked down the steps “I didn’t purposely do this, I got chased by paparazzi. The pizza is cold now and I scratched the side of my Range because of that” I gasped “are you ok!?” my poor baby “I’m good, just annoying that my car is damaged. Can you sort that out for me while I am gone, get someone to pick it up. I will send you the details to do this” getting up from the couch “of course, I will do it for you” walking around the couch “you not hurt are you?” he took his jacket “I’m fine, I didn’t want them to find this place but we good, don’t worry Robyn” Chris chuckled “where is Liana?” he looked around me “she fell asleep, she is fine” I bet he was speeding and everything “let’s leave this pizza and go upstairs and do other things” he grinned, placing a hand on my hip, I stared at him ready to object to his request but he cut me off before I could respond.

“We can warm this up later, just go to the bedroom” He pointed towards at the stairs, he is really leaving no room for discussion “whatever you say boss” I said pouting, trying to bite back the smile that was growing “time for daddy to eat” Chris rubbed his hands together “all wet for you” I winked while I left the room. Practically running up the steps, I am so excited for alone time with Chris. Skipping towards his room, I really love this place, I honestly have fallen for it but it is so small which makes me sad. Pushing the bedroom door open, let me sit in the middle of the bed and wait for him. I think he is up to something, he made me come upstairs first.

Sat with my legs crossed in the middle of the bed, Chris walked into the room with a bag “uhhh what is in the bag?” I questioned, I am so intrigued “well before I go, I want to make sure I do you right in many ways. I wanted to spoil you, I personally went out and bought some oils, I am about to give you a nice back massage” he opened the bag and showed me the assortment of oils, my eyes lit up “you’re giving me a massage!?” I am shocked “yeah baby” he walked over to the edge of the bed, I sat back on the bed and grabbed the end of my top. A flutter grew in my stomach and I smiled “I am so lucky to have you” I giggled and pulled the shirt over my head.

“Damn!” Chris spat as I exposed my breasts, my black panties I wore left little to the imagination “I can see from your panties you were ready for this moment” he pointed out, he is not wrong. My nipples were beginning to harden, grabbing my breast and squeezing it “fuck me, stay focused Chris” He talked to himself while stifling a moan. Reaching down, he gripped my legs and pulled me towards him in one swift move, he can easily pin my ass down. Chris cleared his throat “so which one do you want” he asked me while throwing the bottles of oils on the bed “We have Strawberry, vanilla, raspberry, and cherry. They’re all edible too” squinting my eyes as I moved my head to the side to see “erm let’s go with Vanilla” I grinned, Chris placed the bottle of massage oils back in the bag, leaving out the vanilla one and placed them on the floor.

“Roll over for me” He instructed me, I rolled around ever so excited for this. Propping my upper half up on a pillow and making myself comfortable. I sighed out as Chris began spreading the warm oil across my back, placing one hand over the other, he gently added pressure, sliding his hands over my shoulders and back around. “What did I do to deserve this” I moaned as he grazed his thumb across my spine “just spoiling my fiancé, you do so much. You look after Liana for one and that is a hard job, you deserve it” he continued to work his hands up and down the length of my back. Massaging the oil into my skin, soothing each nerve. Sending my body into a blissful sea of relaxation “my god Chris! Your hands” I moaned, crossing my arms above of me, I placed my forehead down, burying my face in the pillow. Feeling Chris Kneeling on the bed, he pressed his knee into the mattress and moved away from my shoulders and ventured down to my waist, making circles with his palms.

I clenched up, moaning softly. Completely relaxing my body deeper into the mattress, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. Switching back to using his thumbs, Chris grazed over the base of my back. “Go lower” I begged, my clit is beginning to throb and more than anything I wanted to be touched. Chris ran his thumb over the lacy material until it slipped between my thighs, touching sweeter territory. My panties are soaking wet and I hope he could feel my heat burning through the material. My breathing hitched, he began massaging my clit, caressing me until I was panting for air. I rocked my hips, slowly rotating my sex around his fingers. Chris pressed a kiss to my back before lowering his head again and licking down my spine, it tickled just enough to cause me to arch my back and twist my body. He was circling his fingers around the edge of my centre while trailing the tip of his tongue along my spine. Reaching the centre of my back, he sucked down hard enough for me to curve my body “what am I writing?” Chris said, and then circles were now being made on my skin with his tongue.

“uhmmm” I chuckled with a slight moan and rose my head up “C…..” I said, He looped his tongue around, perfecting the letter C across the centre of my back “H ……..R….. Let me guess baby, Chris?” I quickly said “yeah but I ain’t finished yet!” he told me and went back to licking my skin. He continued to spell things out “ermmmm P ….I believe that is a U” I answered unsure, just a little bit confused. “S…..” I giggled out a moan as his finger pressed into my sex harder “hold up, pussy? Really!?” I laughed. “Didn’t even let me finish” Chris said with a slight chuckle “that is because I know you, only you would spell pussy with your tongue on my back” feeling Chris stretching his body over mine, Chris kissed my ear “where too next?” He asked, his raspy voice echoing deep down into my ear. “A bit lower” I directed him as he licked his way down my back.

“Right here?” he asked, smiling to myself “a lot lower” I tilted my head back and panted when he moved his finger lower and touched the swollen lips of my sex. His index finger was teasing me, dipping in and out of me “here?” He softly growled against my spine, moisture pooling around his index finger as he slid it in deeper. I hissed out a sigh. The stroke of his finger drove me to the point of madness “Yes! Oh yes daddy” I spat, and then turned into a long moan. Kissing his way down my body until he was positioned between my thighs, Chris pulled my panties off and spread my legs open. Not making contact with my sex, he just breathed and inhaled. Blowing his warm breath on my centre until my body was quivering with eagerness.

The very tip of my tongue grazed her swollen flesh and the tiny drop of her essence that fell on my tongue was enough to ignite my taste buds and have them blossoming to life in search of more. Before Robyn knew it, I had flipped her over on her back and her legs automatically fell open, waiting for me to devour her. I sat on my knees in front of the bed, grabbing Robyn’ thighs until her centre was only a breath away from my face. Draping one of her legs over my shoulder, I pushed her other leg back completely until it was almost touching her stomach. Kissing her clit, I spread the lips of her sex and parted with my mouth. Placing open mouth kisses against her sensitive bud before running my tongue back and forth across her. Looking up at Robyn she grabbed her thigh, her fingernails cutting into her skin when I stroked my tongue deep inside of her “oh C…” She cried, my name never leaving her mouth. My tongue was everywhere, flickering hard, flickering fast where ever I could place it. Inside her, around her, against her, I stuck my tongue where ever there was flesh.

It was as if someone took a spoonful of heaven and poured it into my mouth, she is always the sweetest thing to ever touch my tongue. Every experience I have had between Robyn’ thighs was different, I don’t know how she manages to do it, but each time was better than the last, I could spend hours licking up every drop of my shawty. Finding the sounds she made above me to be beautiful, so much so that I began moaning myself, my tongue vibrating against Robyn’ clit, sending shivers through her. With her head rolled back and her body ached completely off the bed. With her mouth open wide, not a single sound left from Robyn. Her breathing stopped for a moment, I love to watch Robyn unfold when I eat her out.

I continued to feast between her thighs, I could never have enough. I was infatuated with her taste, with her smell. My own arousal was beginning to peak against my boxers, reaching down to unbuttoned my pants. Pulling my belt through my belt loops until I was free to unzip and pull my pants down, my hands dipped into my boxers. I clasped my hands around my length, stroking it tightly as I pushed my tongue inside of Robyn, with every intentions to eat her from the inside out. I pushed and pushed until Robyn lost control and withered around me, her orgasm bursting out of her.

I moved back, tracing my eyes over Robyn’ body. Evidence of my journey between her thighs were sprinkled all across my face “I feel disabled” she said, Robyn was panting hard. Her chest heaved up and down as she sat back on her elbows. The fire in her eyes and the flicker of her tongue against her lips caused my dick to jump and for me to wince. She was so painfully beautiful, she had the power to bring me to tears and onto my knees. Getting up from my position “I keep to my word” wiping the side of my lips “you won the Mario game, you reaped the win” stepping out of my pants. Our eyes met and held when I stepped forward and grabbed Robyn, pulling her body back to the edge of the bed. The head of my erection was pressed against the entrance of her sex and I was ready to be buried deep inside of her “what about the other bet?” she spoke, she is already done with. Her lazy ass “Robyn, baby. Come on. We got all night, we have pizza. We can refuel and go again, don’t worry. I will reap my own benefit too” the look on Robyn’ face, she need to get ready for my plan.

Spreading her legs wide and pushing them back into the air, I held on to her ankles and slid inside of her. My groan was deep and long when she gripped my dick and tightened around him. My hips barely moved forward, my rhythm was so slow. My eyes were locked on my dick sliding in and out of her. I enjoy watching myself disappear deep inside of her core. My eyes travelled up when I heard Robyn try to moan, her voice was caught in her throat, and all she could do was look up at me with begging eyes, pleading for me to give her more. To stroke a little deeper, to push a little harder. This slow speed I was serving her was beginning to drive her mad. She reached her hand up to grab my hip and pushed me in deeper, but I swatted her hand away. “Don’t touch! Just feel” I breathed out, Robyn complied, stretched her arms back, clasping her hands together over her head.

I stared down at her face, loving each priceless expression she made. The ruffle between her eyebrows, the wrinkle of her nose, how tight her eyes were clenched shut, and what really turned me on, the way her tongue brushed across her bottom lip before pulling it back inside her mouth and biting down. It drove me wild, awaking the beast inside of me, but I had to contain myself. I fought the urge to flip her over and drive into her, something I really wanted to do, but I couldn’t muster up the strength to break away from her face. Being able to watch Robyn’ sex faces while filling her up was the best thing on earth. Pulling out of her, I thrust back inside of her and picked up my speed. Finding a natural rhythm, each stroke was filled with passion. Letting go of her ankles, I gripped her hips. The bed rocked back and forth as Robyn gripped me and released, gripped me and release. My speed picked up more and my head fell back in ecstasy. I was only a thrust away from the edge.

She came and so did I, with a raspy grunt, I rooted my love deep inside of her. She was still so tight around me while I throbbed inside of her, we remained connected, our climax still slowly riding through us. I fell forward and placed my hands on either side of her, sucking down on her neck “my turn next” I said into Robyn’ ear, she turned her head to look at me before her lips connecting with mine.

[inprecvr]

ok so i’m gonna write a tiny lil’ really frickin’ long intro for lennon just so her backstory is out there for u guys to look at ! she’s exactly the same as cristina personality wise, though without the mild sentimental connection to the santos family, so ig she’s .. ..  a lil worse , oops. if u had a connection w cris & want to keep it, just lmk ! & ofc if u’d like to plot something new with lennon like this & i’ll mssg u !

ok so ! a lil personality first for a reminder: lennon is a super sweet gal who seems, at first glance, entirely selfless. whilst working as a waitress she goes out of her way to cover shifts, give people extra coffee, and generally provide the best service with a smile you’ll find in the states. she seems as if she’s just stepped out of a disney film, with sparkling eyes and a laugh that seems warm and reassuring. lennon is, generally, the kind of friend you want to have, always willing to lend a shoulder to cry on and always willing to lend u that cute top she wore to that party last week . . . hA H AH SIKE ! bc we all know she’s cristina 2.0 and cristina would’ve sold half her family for a corn chip. lennon only cares about number one, herself, and is something of a sadist when it comes to emotional manipulation. she has carefully cultivated the perfect girl next door image and would kill to protect it, mainly bc without it ? she’s not having any fun. she takes nothing seriously, not even the most dire of situations, and is genuinely ? here 2 have a good time , so don’t kill her vibe ig .

trigger warnings for the bio: addiction, suicide, murder, violence, faking eating disorders, nd generally being a frickin awful, disgusting human being.

lennon knows nothing about her birth parents except the fact they were, or at least her mother was, addicted to heroin. she was born with neonatal abstinence syndrome, meaning she was practically addicted to heroin as soon as she left the womb, leaving her to be weaned off of it in the hospital, her parents taking that chance to abandon her.

her addiction was so severe she was kept in the hospital for months, unable to be given up for adoption or placed into the foster system due to her constant need for care and observation. eventually, at about five months, she was released into the care of a local home that specifically looked after NAS babies. her recovery was long, the first two years of her life being wracked with constant screaming, whining, and general clinginess, but eventually she stopped. her carers believed she’d simply grown out of it, but even as a child lennon began to form a detachment from the world around her.

she, like many other kids who were failed by the american care system, was repeatedly bounced around from home to home, despite being an incredibly well-behaved kid. it just seemed as if no one wanted her, seemed as if the world had chosen to turn its back on her before her life had even begun. again, the girl’s hatred for the world grew, hands itching with a violence she didn’t quite understand.

when she was thirteen, she was finally adopted, though by then it was far too late to save lennon from the path she’d chosen for herself. despite being all smiles and sugar cookies when she first arrived, her only thoughts were of death. not always experiencing it, but sometimes causing it, and 99% of the time those scenarios involved her adoptive parents.

she lived with them for five years, but spent those five years sowing seeds of distrust and self-hatred in, not only their minds, but everyone else’s who came across her. she manipulated her parents into believing they were doing a terrible job, though always reassured them that they were wonderful. she threw herself against walls and pulled out her own hair and then told her parents she was being severely bullied. at school, she sat in the toilet playing games on phone, making retching noises to act as if she were purposely purging. she convinced everyone around her that she was miserable without ever saying a word, and their guilt began to eat away at them. ( like literally whenever ppl asked she’d be like i’m fine nd like .. .  cry to make them stop asking her , manipulative binch )

anYWAYS , eventually she got a boyfriend and that was really when the idea started to become real. this guy was the type who believed he could save her, so in response, she began to mess with him. she left him notes around his room in his handwriting, sent his friends terrible messages, and dropped an anonymous note to his incredibly religious parents one day saying he’d been smoking pot. when he rang her on the verge of tears, believing lennon was the only one he had left, she made her suggestion. it was risky, but the adrenaline rush, the only thing lennon ever seemed to feel, was too much to deny. she thought she’d messed it up when he didn’t reply, she went to sleep that night thinking she’d been found out and that her ruse was over... but it wasn’t. when she woke the next morning her ‘mom’ sat her down and told her the terrible news. he’d killed himself.

whilst lennon continued doing this to two of her other friends, she managed to push her parents into divorcing, despite the fact they’d been so desperately in love before. they both decided soon afterward they couldn’t live without each other and, with one last kick from lennon who knew the only thing keeping them alive was her, she convinced them to also commit suicide by saying she was moving away after graduation and never coming back.

now eighteen, she left her town without so much as a goodbye to the people in it. people simply thought she was a poor girl in mourning, not being able to bear living in the town that took all her beloveds from her, when in reality she knew it was easier to remain hidden if you stayed on the move.

for three years lennon travelled from place to place, manipulating people into loving her and worshipping her, then watching as they lost everything. to this day, none of the deaths lennon has caused have been by her own hand, though that’s not to say she isn’t capable of murder. mistaking the girl for anything but a mindless sociopath would be a dangerous decision, one many admittedly make. she’s joined the a team for no reason besides being able to inflict misery on others. she has no one to protect, no one for a to use against her, and no one to worry about. all she cares abt is upholding her image, and she’ll do whatever it takes to do it.

[survivormongolia]

Episode 2: “I was prepared to come in this game and slay.” - Madison

ok well... none of us were voted out which is alright i guess but we are literally not winning this immunity with gloria and patricia on our tribe.... like no offense to them but they finna submit like 20 thinking its a good score like arghhh its whatever tho bc im going to get the highest on the tribe so if they vote me out theyre literally the dumbest people ive ever met. if we lose, i truly dont think im going anywhere bc i have 3 people im genuinely friends with and ive been having good convos with dennis and brian... wow i cant believe im aligning with mostly men

me as soon as i saw the blog for the game: "i should check the rules page, i know some hosts are sneaky & hide advantages in there"

me: everything looks a-ok to me!!!!

hosts: make sure you check the rules page!!!

me: hmmm seems fishy, let me check again!!!

me: nope, nothing ot the the blue

me: tells dan about the advantage in the results post

dan: something looked fishy to me in the rules page, but i tried to right-click and nothing worked, let me check again

dan: omg. it took me to the same page as the results

me: wow. i truly am a useless piece of garbage

ok im back and i found out more info. so apparently gloria has been on call with dennis AND francie which means they dont play around. i think theyre being really social with everyone and i KNOW francie has amanda and emily on the other tribe so im actually really worried about them. i have talked to them a lot and i feel like i wouldnt be their first target but maybe randy or madison would be?? idk. if we dont win this immunity it wont be the worst thing in the world bc everyone agreed to patricia last week so might as well try again this round ig. i talked to randy and he's on the same page and also is afraid of francie and dennis being really social so hopefully once our tribe gets down to 7 or 8, the 4 of us (madison, randy, tj) would be majority. i really trust tj and he always keeps me updated but... he has a mind of his own and i wont be surprised if he wouldnt be down to do one of them. btw ill probably make a podcast or a video dr tomorrow if i find more tea... 

I’m not going to do as well on this challenge as my tribe mates I don’t think. So now, of course, I’m thinking about tribal last night and how I was asked about the first challenge and I was like “yeah keep me around bc I can help in challenges.” That’s not going to be good for now. I’m going to do my best given the calculus and government homework I have for tomorrow (EW). I’m also thinking about the game as a whole. I want to put myself in a position of power wherein I can be a big part of strategy and make notable moves while also not flagging myself as someone “running the game” (lol like that’ll happen) or someone who’s too big of a threat to stay. This involves identifying larger threats than myself and locking them out before anyone knocks me out etc. There’s a bullseye; let me find my quiver. This is also probably the last confessional I’ll make ‘til after the challenge because why spend time confessing when you can find invisible cows. (I’m on the way to school and confessing on my phone. No, I’m not the one driving. I may confess at lunch or study hall if anything worth confessing happens between now and then.)

Okay so I went back and checked the other posts and there wasn’t anything around. But when the new immunity challenge was posted, there was the same link hidden on the post. I sent it to my host chat and nothing. I noticed after I sent it that the link wasn’t hidden on the new challenge post anymore, but the previous ones are still there. Interesting….

So the Fans went to tribal and we were hoping that by sending Jon to Exile, they would vote out Randy and it would keep an inactive around to help them flop more. However, Jon struck out and was med-evac’d. Great. So now the Fans are gonna go super hard on this challenge since they basically got a free pass. This challenge, by the way…. Shout out to Drew. I hate this challenge. Invisible Cows can die, all of them. I told my tribe to make the window as small as possible so the cows have less places to hide, and I think its working out for everyone, so hopefully we can do this. I’m just worried because I know Madison on the other tribe just played this game in a challenge not too long ago and if she tells them about the trick then we are basically on even playing ground. Im at 800 right now and my goal is to get to 1500 but we will see.

I’m still trying to figure out my social game. Usually in games, I form some kind of alliance within the first 48 hours and generally keep up appearances with everyone. I want to do things differently this game. While I am still trying to be friendly and talk to people, I dont want to be the one to hold all the conversations. I’m having trouble keeping a conversation with Asa and Ian and Nicholas, but everyone else I’ve had at least a 10 minute conversation or longer every day. Colin has already suggested voting out Asa if we go to tribal because he’s talked to her the least. He says that me and him are good and I’m glad for that. I really like Colin. And I know that Emily will have my back, at least in the tribal portion of the game. Last night, Dan, Lindsay, and I formed an alliance. Finally! I really like Lindsay and we danced around forming an official alliance with each other for 3 days, and Dan and I have talked a lot, so I’m really glad this happened. With this alliance, and my bond with Colin and my relationship with Emily, I feel like I’ll be okay should we go to tribal. I’m hoping we don’t have to… here’s hoping we can find more cows than the Fans..

https://youtu.be/D45IAXpUHyA

This challenge is cute! And also my tribe is just Slaying this challenge. I love this tribe, we're stacked as hell djkfgfh

Oh well fuck. Well I was middle of the road with the scores so I didn’t go from top score to lowest ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it still fucking sucks though. I hope enough people are down with the plan from the last round depending on who gets exiled.

Temujin exiling Patricia was the obvious move—keep the lowest challenger in the game and force the losing tribe to send a better challenge player home, increasing the likelihood of them returning to tribal—and from a strategic standpoint I have to give them a bit of credit but being on the tribe that’s getting screwed over? Fuck this.

So I'm in the predicament of which alliance to throw under the fucking bus, I should've been quiet about the group to Julia Rae and Madison. Best person to go home would be Brian or Randy, for my own personal benefit

Wow, so I don't know if you managed to see that but I told Julia Rae and Madison about GloForce...and then switch them to Brian

Wow this tribe really is doing that. I get a bad feeling we’re gonna get swap-fucked somehow. I guess now that its been a few days I can give my opinions on people a little more.

I get strange vibes from Amanda and Dan. I feel like they’re close just by interactions they have in the tribe chat. They both also seem like the type to be cutthroat. I think I’m in good with them tho so as long as I’m not doing anything shady they might not target me, since I have a feeling they’ll be the ones trying to lead the first few votes when/if we go to tribal.

I get good vibes from Emily, Asa, Quillyn, and Lindsey. They seem pretty trustworthy and easy to work with.

As far as Nicholas, Ian, and Colin go, I don’t really have any connection with them but I’mma try talking to them more while things are easy and peaceful so they would be hesitant to vote out me over someone else.

I’m really curious as to who got the secret advantage. I’m mad as hell that I didn’t get it but oh well. I feel like if anyone got it it was probably on the faves tribe, cause I feel like the fans aren’t putting in all that much effort or reading into things as much as an experienced player might. I’m glad to have been the one to publicly expose the advantage because I want whoever got it to be on their toes and that they’ll have to be more cautious and stressed about trying to do things involving it. They probably think no one is paying attention but I have eyes in the webcams on their computers. I see them.

Temujin won the second immunity and I'm very pleased with that as we are all getting along fine, but for how long? Eventually we will have to turn on each other and vote one of us out. My job is to just make sure it's not me, pre merge portion of the game I aim for a good score but not the best of unbeatable score. The sweet spot is upper middle, you are seen that you can be beat in individual challenges yet good enough to want to keep around for a strong pre merge tribe

Also i feel like horse culture is important?? Like idk why the hosts wouldn't just put a keyboard smash url or make the url (survivormongolia.com/secret-advantage). Like horse culture must mean something. I wish I was one of those girls in middle school who put horse stickers on all their supplies. I feel like maybe I could better understand horse culture and what this could mean. But just know i have made a mental sticky note saying "HORSE CULTURE" in bold sharpie.

Allow me to explain why Brian being voted off would be a fucking stupid idea or Julia and Madison, so if me, Julia, Madison, or Randy gets sent to exile and Patricia is gonna come back in our place just how well do you think that's gonna play out. Patricia isn't stupid and probably knows she was gonna get the boot...this time atleast. With the scores brian and randy have been producing it'd probably be them getting booted next, at this point I'm trying to stall...

I'm glad we won another immunity! although I'm getting sick of the fake sweetness of our tribe like nobody actually likes each other that much and that will show once we end up losing one of these challenges. I'm really tired of the passive aggressive competitiveness of some of these people too like, we can just all support each other and not like try to put people down who can't get as high of a score on a shitty flash game? I'm hoping for an early swap honestly I would definitely want to try working with some of these fans over the people on my tribe who I just can't seem to connect with.

So. Jon went to exile Island and got his 3rd strike. That was great, because he would've been voted off anyways.

Then the next challenge happened and disaster struck. First off, I love that minigame but holy shit, it drives some1 crazy UNLESS YOUR NAME IS MADISON AND YOU ACTUALLY FIND A TRICK TO SPEED UP THE PROCESS BUT THEN PROCEED TO NOT TELL ANY1. Eitherway I spend around 3 hours during all my exams and papers, that are due, to find stupid 800 cows until I was about to go to bed, wher TJ told me a trick to boost up my score. So I did that and brought it up to 1100 by another 20 min but that wasn't enough by FAR. The rest of the tribe decided that 300 or 600 is enough. Obviously we couldn't know how much the other tribe was getting, but after seeing that easy trick everyone could've atleast aimed for 1000.

We lose the challenge, they pick Patricia, which is a good pick (Since she would've most likely been voted off other wise - even though I did bring up a point in the alliance chat, that we might have needed her to keep the majority in the tribe, just in case the other 4 form a counter alliance). Me and TJ talked a bit and I told him before, that the only 2 possible votes are Brian or Randy. Both have barely been active in this tribe, with Randy just doing a tiny bit more (Flag challenge) but we can't hold that as a positive for him, forever. In the end it seems to be brian tonight, oh well unlucky.

But in my opinion, seeing how our Tribe works compared to the Favorites this wont change anything. They will keep beating us out in every challenge until we are at a low number of members just to be picked up 1 by 1 in the merge or at a tribeswap. Its super scary and I am already getting a little bit anxious and frustrated looking forward. The worst thing that could happen to us is, that we win the Reward challenge and then get on too much of a high, go back to doing the least amount of work, just to be crushed at the next Immunity challenge again. Lets hope that isn't the case. Lets hope a swap happens sooner than later, when we still have some numbers..

But, on a more serious note! That whole conversation about the secret advantage came up with Dan after he returned from Exile. He told me about the idol on Exile, & how it's the name of a Survivor, you only have two yes or no questions to narrow it down, & you only get three guesses. He also told me what questions he asked, & his guesses!

So, I guess my social game is better than I thought it was, because he said he was only going to tell Amanda & I, & we ended up making an alliance chat. To be honest, this group really makes sense to me, because I feel we are more of the "social" people on our tribe, where we'll message people first, & try to keep the conversation going, so I'm really happy with this core group. Now, I'm not a mathematician, but even I know that three out of ten people in a tribe is not a majority, but it's nice to have a solid core group that we can hopefully add to when needed! Plus, if you have a smaller group inside a bigger one, you're already in a better position number wise. I'm blabbering on about this newfound alliance, & how it's good for my game, just to watch it blow up when the inevitable swap happens, & we're split up. :) :) :) :)

I'm still trying to form relationships with other people on my tribe, but I feel like I haven't really gotten far. I think I have a good relationship with QuilLynn! We actually talk quite a bit, & have good conversations about things outside the game, & I really like her! She's someone I can definitely see myself working with down the line, so hopefully she feels the same way.

Like, I'm really glad & relieved that we've won the immunity challenges, but sometimes when you're on a tribe that keeps winning, it's easy to just relax & not talk as much. It's when you lose, where everyone starts to scramble, & relationships develop further. Basically right now, we're the Love tribe, where everything is sunshine & rainbows, & no one has a bad thing to say about anyone. But, if we were to lose, we'd go from *heart eyes emoji* to *knife emoji* real quick.

I don't want to say I thrive in chaos, because I don't, I'll overthink every possible scenario & hop aboard the paranoid train, full speed ahead. However, I thrive when people are very conversational, & I feel like the people on my tribe will only become like this when they feel their ass may be on the line.

Another update about our tribe idol: Still haven't guessed once. Still a flop. Let's try to turn this around, Lindsay! You can do it.

This confessional has been all over the place, so sorry I'm a mess. I don't know. I can't control my thoughts or put them into words very well.

I’m angry I found 2.6k cows and we still lost. I don’t know what this tribe is doing tbh it’s such a mess. I was prepared to come in this game and SLAY but that’s kinda impossible right now so.

Gloria is an icon.

That’s all.

So I guess I haven't done one of these this round! WHOOPS. Well, not much has changed in my game. I'm still really enjoying the tribe for the most part and just trying to do my best in the tribe! Like I'm really proud of myself for performing so well in the challenges so far. Jokes on the tribe bc when I start school again, I'm not going to have as much time to do things *shrugs* I know I'm pretty and successful and they'll just need to understand that.

On a serious note, I'm worried about Colin coming back from exile and the idol situation over there. I'm lucky I have some time to plot and think about how I'm going to address that. I think I'm gonna say something along the lines of, well I kinda wanted to see who went to exile next before I said anything to anyone about it. I would be open to sharing information with Colin, I just feel like with him working we really haven't had the chance we need to really like create a lasting bond. Yes, we talked about people we liked and about keeping each other's best interests in mind, but that was one curt little conversations. I know curt implies rudeness, but that's not how I mean it, I'm just not smart enough to think of a better word. But, any who, I have some scrambling to do with our relationship, but I'm willing to give it a go. We shall see what the future holdsssss.

Cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow WOW IT WAS WORTH IT HEHE! I got 666 cows and our tribe won by an absolute landslide. I’m super happy! I am excited to see what happens when the fans actually have to um vote someone out and not be saved from a medical evacuation lmao. Also I haven’t been talking to people like I should because I’m so fucking lazy. And tired. Like give me a break people

Ugh we lost but I did so bad but I didn't had time to do it. I feel like I'm going home tonight unless I get to go to exile since I was lowest and last one they send had nothing

Hello it's me fallen tuna. I like my tribe a bit better it's pretty clear that we are all pretty busy. I suck the most at the comps so thats somewhat confusing but asa talks less so if we lost that might be the one person I'd try to get out

So this round has been me trying my hardest and obviously not succeeding. The faves tribe are just too dedicated for this game. Which is great for them, but we arent naturally as competitive as they are. Meaning that we're once again going to tribal. And they sent home Patricia. The girl who we thought would be the next voted off.

So now its scrambling. Julia told me her group of TJ, Madison, etc. is going to do Brian. I brought up the fact that me and Brian are close, and that Francie would probably be better since she's obviously close with Amanda on the other tribe. But Madison is also close with them, so i dont see them leaving this week. If I have to vote out Brian. Then damn, but I'm not leaving premerge. So its just time to cut my losses, and hopefully make it to a tribe swap.

Confessional: I am very upset with many players on my tribe who I feel don't need to be here because they are somewhat inactive and not trying all that hard in challenges. They need to carry their asses to be perfectly blunt. They are hurting our tribe and it takes all the fun out of the game to be honest. People are telling me they are voting Brian and I love him to death and know for fact he can be a great player but this game he has shown me nothing so I am going with majority and he was on my rdar this round for vote also, I am working with TJ Francie and Dennis and hope us 4 stick together and none of them turn on me. Thus far they are my safety net but who knows what will happen if a tribe switch happens and I hate this sending people to exile island it sucks big time cause I am afraid that will kill my game if sent. I hope that everybody 100% votes Brian out tonight and Randy isn't showing much attempt either after doing that gorgeous flag. That sucks but it is what it is in games take the good with the bad. Hope I last see you at tribal honorable host. <3 GLO GLO <3

So my gay ass is sitting here, minding my own business, and what do I see in a VL I'm in? Emily and Amanda are hosting an Athena season together? INCHRESTING. I will keep that little tid bit in the back of my head when it comes time to vote somebody out.

Okay so basically at this point my tribe is slaying the game! As one would expect, we have a lot of seasoned players who are hungry for redemption and really don’t want to be the first fave gone so everyone is going really over the top with these challenges. I won’t complain because they keep me safe by extension but i have a feeling that there is going to be a loss or a luck comp in our near future and i just don’t know how i am going to fare if we go to tribal. Right now i know that Quil, Emily and Lindsay wouldn’t vote me out. So that means hopefully 4/9 votes. Ive been trying to reconnect with Ian and I don’t think he would vote me out either so I think I could survive a tribal if I ended up going to one.

Right now i am putting in some work to make sure that Im not the first boot from this tribe. I’m trying to not talk to Asa or Thomas [they also don’t message me,,,,ew??? like wtf are you doing here if you aren’t going to message anyone] so that I can eagerly throw their names around if we go to tribal. Also ironically enough they are the highest placing members of our tribe so I’m hoping it can be an easy sell. That’s about it for now!

Honestly, I hate the fact we lost the challenge. I hate the fact that Patricia was given immunity because that means that my time may be up. People barely try and talk to me, or even bother to reply to me. So I think it's me tonight, which is fine. I am content with my journey. I was told it may be Randy but I doubt it. We'll see.

I'm good Patricia is coming on so hot. She's just like "I wanna work with you" and calls me right away like omg ajdhaidhss it's not that I wouldn't wanna work w her it's just that you'd think she'd spend st least ten minutes to have some small talk before throwing me six feet deep into strategy talk...

i dont think im getting voted out but if i do oh well... everyones voting brian i believe and my friends have no reason to lie to me so i am feelin GOOD!! i hope theres a tribe swap so i can be safe for once oh my god

I hope this tribal and the Brian vote are successful. Fingers crossed!

I'm confessing to say Emily was robbed in Athena All Stars and I love Drew even though he drags me always the end