description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
Jungkook collapsed against the seat of the train, a heavy
weight filling his chest as he buried his face into the palms of his hands. He
could feel the incessant sting at the back of his eyes as tears continued to
fall down his flushed skin. He just couldn’t believe that this was happening,
this wasn’t how it was supposed to end — it was never supposed to end
between the two of you.
He couldn’t help but think to himself, was this really the
right thing to do? Leaving the girl he loves behind so he could pursue this
opportunity. He knew that music was the only thing he wanted to do with his
life, working a normal job, doing the same things day to day, it just wasn’t
for him. So when Seoyeon asked him to be in her band after she got offered her
record deal, he knew he had to take it, but then he quickly realized what that
It meant no more late night drives out to the lake, it meant
no more looking out into the crowd of his shows and seeing your face, it meant
no more waking up in the middle of the night to find you curled against his
chest, but most importantly — it meant no more you and him, and just that single
thought alone was enough to tear him apart at the seams.
…I cannot explain in words how much I hurt. I didn’t know how to deal with this hurt, so I physically hurt myself. Maybe it was my way of expressing my sadness, anger and depression…I would lock myself in the bathroom and hit my head on the counters. I also did this on the walls of my bedroom. Thoughts of suicide obsessed me for days, but I was too frightened to actu- ally do it, so I “compromised” by scratching my hands and wrists with a sharp metal file until I bled. It only hurt for the first couple minutes, then I went numb. Afterwards, however, it stung very badly, which I thought I deserved anyway. I still have scars.
Cassie Bernall, January 2, 1999.
Part of an unsent letter in a spiral bound notebook, found by Cassie’s parents in her room after her death.
This spell was written to stop someone in their tracks. It doesn’t require herbs, crystals, or special componentss, but feel free to add them as you feel.
What you will need:
-6 (preferably black) candles (if not available, use other source of energy i.e. crystals, herbs, etc…)
-A poppet of the person you wish to bind
What you shall do:
Place the object of representation on your surface and draw the first ring with salt while saying the following incantation:
Hunc anulum dabo veritatem
Draw the sigils with the chalk and place your 4 candles in their respective place. Draw the second ring with the salt and while you do so repeat:
Huis ego slugged vobis
Draw the sigils for the third circle in chalk and then the circle with salt while reciting:
Tertio actu prohibere te
Trace the last sigils, place your candles and draw the final circle while repreating:
Haec ego stridebo super vos
Now, let the candles burn down and fuel the spell. Once the candles are down to a stub, take the poppet and drive a needle in each limb, the head, and the heart. Fold the poppet on itself and drive the needles through the folded part, in order to make the poppet face itself. Then, take each stub and drip wax unto the poppet.
Store in a dark place. The person targeted should not continue to do you wrong.
Request: I’m not sure if you can come up with much for this, but maybe getting matching tattoos with jughead/cole? Btw I was wrong was absolutely freaking amazing omfg dude
I was really tired so this sucked aha, and thank you so much! >.< Also I am so so so sorry that I have been MIA for so long <3 Also i’ve never gotten a tattoo so sorry for my failure at life.
Jughead x Reader
Nobody had expected a romance to blossom between you and Jughead Jones. Your relationship was no exception when it came to the phrase, ‘opposites attract’. He was a brooding, mysterious author with a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humour, often shying away from a varied social life.
You, on the other hand, were the life of the party. Charismatic, sociable, late nights and bright colours were your aesthetic. The two of you clashed personality-wise but somehow you had hit it off from the moment you met.
There was an attraction, a real chemistry between you two that none of your friends could describe. The two of you kept your relationship private, inclusive and intimate. You wanted it to be a real and raw relationship, as you truly loved him and the feeling was clearly mutual.
You were smitten for each other and sometimes the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough.
Veronica had proposed the idea during a casual get together in the student lounge.
“What are you doing this weekend (Y/N)?” Veronica was leaning against Betty as the attention in the room shifted to you. You were sat on the couch opposite, legs draped over Jug’s lap and resting against the back of the sofa, in a laid-back position.
“Well I don’t know but I think you’re pretty overdue a party or something. I’m dying here, it’s been way too long, I’m running out of shows to binge on Netflix,” Kevin sighed, sinking into his own chair. You laughed before shuffling across the couch so you were now snuggling into your boyfriend’s side.
“Sorry Kev, not this weekend. It’s our two year anniversary and we were going to do something together, just the two of us,” You linked your arm with Jughead’s, as his cheeks flushed pink.
“Don’t you always do stuff together… just the two of you?” Archie joked, causing Jughead to throw a cushion at him playfully.
“So what exactly were you guys gonna do?” Betty smiled, genuinely interested. You and Jughead exchanged looks before you sighed with a shrug.
“I actually don’t know… we were kind of hoping for some suggestions. We want to make it something that’s special to us, something we won’t forget,” You replied. Everyone sat in silence for a moment as they pondered possibilities before Archie made an ‘Oo!’ sound.
“Paint balling… go paint balling… and bring friends,” He grinned and everyone rolled their eyes.
“A romantic anniversary Archie, is that really the best you could do?” Veronica gave him a scolding look and he sunk back into his chair, the grin refusing to subside. Betty tapped her nails against the armrest in thought.
“Romantic dinner, candlelit? Beach walks? Pinterest inspired date?” She suggested, Veronica and Kevin nodding in approval.
“Been there, done that,” You groaned. Jughead rubbed his hands along your sides reassuringly, planting small kisses on your forehead occasionally.
“Oh my gosh I’ve got it!” Veronica shot up, clapping her hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly. You tried not to smirk at Jughead’s terrified face, clearly anticipating the worst. “You guys want something to like bind you… right?”
You nodded warily. “Just something special.”
“Well… what about tattoos?” She squealed. To your surprise, Jughead actually looked quite impressed by her suggestion, and a chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from your friends.
“That’s adorable! They can be something with meaning, symbolism, something that reminds you of one another,” Betty cooed. Veronica looked smug, as she perked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, awaiting your response. Jughead clasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and looking lovingly at you with those heart eyes that made you melt inside.
“Tattoos sounds perfect,” You stared back at him, a small smile forming on your face along with that infamous, smitten twinkle in your eyes.
“Are we sure this was a good idea?” You mumble nervously, picking at your nails as you stood outside the Riverdale Tattoo Parlour. You seemed to forget when you first heard the idea that you’d always had an irrational fear of blood poisoning. You hated needles as well, ever since your first compulsory injection at school. You had previously read, ‘tattoos gone wrong’ stories all over the internet and they had done nothing but fill you with doubt and dread.
Besides, you couldn’t help but be a bit scared. Tattoos were pretty permanent. You loved Jughead with all of your heart, and he loved you the same, but if the two of you were to ever fall apart for whatever stupid reason, would it really be that easy to erase the engravings on your skin that were supposed to make you think of him.
“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Jughead took your hand in his, his thumb drawing gentle circles on your skin. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I want to Jug, I really do. I’m just a little bit pessimistic I guess, I’m not exactly the luckiest person alive. What if something went wrong? I just want this to be special, to be perfect you know…”
Jughead sighed, stepping out of the embrace and tilting your chin towards him affectionately. “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. Besides, nothing’s perfect. If it doesn’t go well then it still means something, a perfect reflection of our messed up lives and angsty teenage mood swings,” He smirked, causing you to laugh and lightly punch his shoulder. You gently cupped his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips, followed by a soothing butterfly kiss. Your nerves seemed to simmer, as he took your hand and led you into the tattoo parlour.
Jughead was talking to the man at the counter of the shop, whilst you were browsing designs. You’d only had a brief talk about what you were looking for design wise. You just knew that you didn’t want the design to be huge, just something small and subtle to have on either your wrist, ankle or neck. You had suggested two small hearts, but Jughead opposed. Another idea you had was key and lock tattoos, infinite signs, each other’s names, anniversary dates but nothing had really stuck out.
“(Y/N)?” A voice called out, and you turned around, only to be greeted by an old friend. Josie McCoy, your party pal. You were on good terms, and although you didn’t attend late night raves together anymore, you were still close. You smiled as she instantly went for a hug.
“Jo, what are you doing here?”
“Band hit its three year anniversary, so I decided to cross a tattoo off of my bucket list,” She pulled down the shoulder of her blue crop top, to reveal the word; “Pussycats!” in thick, black lettering. You stared at the tattoo in awe as Josie showed it off with pride. “Anyways, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at you.
“Well, it’s me and Jug’s two year anniversary too and we decided tattoos were the way to go,” You smiled bashfully and Josie nudged you playfully.
“That’s couple goals right there, I honestly don’t understand how you two got together or how the heck you lasted this long but I live for your relationship. You were polar opposites as well, fire and water, light and dark… yin and yang,” She stood in reflection for a moment before adjusting her kitty ears and saying goodbye to you, confidently strutting out the store, her crop top shoulder slightly pulled down so everyone could catch a glimpse of the artwork on display.
Yin and yang…
A lightbulb went off somewhere in your mind as you frantically searched through the store, looking for a specific design. When you casted your eyes on the matching ‘Yin and yang’ tattoos your mind flooded with pictures in your head of how they would look, perhaps on your wrists. Jughead was indeed the yin to your yang and this kind of dorky but meaningful symbolism was exactly what you were looking for. You walked over to the counter, design in hand.
“(Y/N), this is Jake, he’s going to be doing the tattoos,” Jughead smiled down at you reassuringly as you once again held his hand. Jake shook your hand and sent you a warm smile that helped add to the growing comfort.
“Hey (Y/N), I’m going to be talking you through the process, how to take care of the tattoo, general things you should be aware of as well as actually tattooing you! Have you guys picked out a design yet?” He was talkative and friendly, and you felt yourself relax.
“Well we haven’t actu-” Jughead began, but you interrupted him, sliding the design (which had previously been concealed behind your back) onto the counter with a giddy smile.
“These,” You said confidently, beaming up at Jughead, who was admiring the simplistic, black and white tattoos in awe before staring back at you with affection and joy. He looked back at Jake, nodding his head enthusiastically.
“They’re… they’re perfect,” Veronica took another photo of your matching tattoos, as you stuck out your wrists next to each other, for all to see. The process had felt less painful with Jughead at your side, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words into your ear the whole time, as you did to him when it was his turn. You were still in the phase of cleaning it and getting used to it being there, but that meant you would sit and stare at it a lot.
As intended to, it reminded you of Jughead. The thought of the fact that he had something so similar on his own skin, with the purpose of reminding him of you, sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so in love with him it was crazy.
“Maybe we could get more in the future,” Jughead whispered in your ear, as people stirred around you, trying to get a look. You bashfully smiled at him.
“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked down in thought for a moment before looking back up at you, straight in the eyes with an evident blush.
“Wedding dates, baby names, that kind of mushy stuff,” He mumbled and your eyes widened. A small pause ensued. “Our bodies could be some kind of journal of our lives and the tattoos tell a story,” He continued, trying to clear the silence his previous words had caused. You felt a wide grin split on your face before letting out a dramatic sigh.
“I mean, being inked was great and all but… I still don’t want blood poisoning,” You shook your head and he chuckled, shoving you off of the couch with a small yelp.
“Pleaseee Jishwa” you whined dramatically while looking up at Josh in bed, with your best puppy dog eyes. “For the last time y/n, not yet” Josh grumbled sleepily before turning away from you.
You frowned and crossed your arms when he turned away. For the past half an hour, you’ve been trying to get Josh to get out of your shared bunk so you could go paint his nails. Somehow the night before you convinced him to let you paint his nails. He said you could do it in the morning, so here you were, now the morning, waiting for Josh to get out of bed.
You started rubbing Josh’s shoulders while placing a few gentle kisses. “C’mon baby, you promised me” you whispered as you placed a kiss behind his ear. Josh sighed loudly and rolled his eyes “Give me two minutes and I’ll be out”
You squealed happily and kissed his cheek “Thank you baby!” You climb out of your bunk and grab the small box full of all the things you’d need to do Josh’s nails.
You knew Josh’s two minutes would be more like ten, so you sat at the small table and sipped on a coffee while you waited. No one else was up on the bus apart from you and Josh, it always felt strange when the bus was quiet.
Once Josh finally dragged his ass out of bed, he made himself a coffee before sitting next to you in the little booth. He laid his left hand out on the table at your request, and you started to file his nails and apply a base coat.
Josh ran his free hand through his wild yellow locks after yawning “The things I let you do to me huh?” Josh muttered in his raspy morning voice, gosh it was sexy.
“It’s because you love me sleepy boy” you coo as you applied the white polish to his nails. Josh smiled his usual adorable smile, so cute and wide that his eyes disappear into nothing.
After you applied the polish to all ten nails, you made Josh sit with his hands flat to the table while you waited for them to dry.
“I like it J, it really suits you” You grinned as you caught Josh admiring your handy work
“You do?” He beamed up at you happily “Cause I think I like it too!”
You giggled at how he was acting “I told you, you’d like it, you need to trust me more Joshua”
Once you made it to the hotel an hour or so later, you took a photo of Josh sitting on a chair in your room fr the evening. You wanted to post a photo to Instagram to see the fans reaction of Josh’s nails, but decided to be subtle.
Not long after posting the photo the comments erupted with everyone freaking out about his nails, you and Josh sat together, reading the comments while giggling.
You saw one comment that you had to do a double take, was it just a fan account with a name with one letter changed from Tyler’s Instagram handle.
‘ Tylerrjoseph: sick nails m’brthr, y/n when can you do mine?’
“Is that actu-” You started to ask Josh as Josh recieved a text from Tyler
‘From Tyler: When can y/n do my nails?’
You and Josh laughed happily as Josh replied to Tyler
‘ To Tyler: Come to our room fren’.
Over the next three weeks you and Jenna had painted almost all of the crews nails, it was safe to say the fans were going just as crazy for it as everyone on tour was.
can you do an Anthony Ramos imagine where you’re Chris’ daughter, and it’s love at first sight and you guys date and a little while down the road he proposes and it’s just fluff. thanks sexie! Xox
August 14th, 2014
A large smile played at your lips as you stared out the window. Your father, Chris, began to sing loudly as he drove. The sound was beautiful and you could only wish to be as talented as your father. He says you are, but that could be debatable. He looked over at you as he sang ‘Right Hand Man,” this brought out a soft giggle from your lips. He was amazing. The song ended too fast. You lifted his phone and began to look up ‘What the Heck Do I Gotta Do,’ from 21 Chump Street. A large grin played on Chris’ lips as he heard the beginning. He began to sing before he hit the steering wheel and turned down the music.
“The kid singing this?” He said when you looked at him with a deadly look in your eyes. “He plays John and Philip. Fuck, he’s good.” Chris enthused, you looked at him. “That’s nice.” You said and turned the music up.
You soon arrived at The Public theater. Your father turned off the car engine as he got out of the car. You unplugged his phone and opened the door before locking and shutting it. You met him at the door, handing him his phone. “Why did you want to bring me?” You asked once you were inside.
“Is this like ‘take your daughter to work day?’” You joked, Chris rolled his eyes. “No.” He stated as he leads you into the theater. “They wanted to see if you would be a good fit for Peggy and Maria.” Chris shrugged. Your eyes widened and you stopped in your tracks.
No, he fucking didn’t.
Was the only thought that ran through your head. He couldn’t have done this. You were just getting into a good college and now? You’re going to be auditioning. How fucking great.
You crossed your arms as you walked in, Chris looked at you with the ‘uncross your damn arms and be nice.’ look in his eyes. You stuck your tongue out at him and uncrossed your arms.
“My man Lin!” Chris shouted as he walked closer. Lin turned and smiled, walking towards the two of you. He hugged Chris before hugging you. “I haven’t seen you in so long.” He said as you smiled at him. You nodded in agreement. “Chris said you wanted to audition?” He questioned, you and your father looked at one another. “Actu-” You were cut off by your father speaking.
“Yes. Yes, she does.” You sighed and nodded with a fake smile. Fuck, you didn’t want to do this. Not in a million years. Lin nodded and began to walk towards the stage. He guided you on and pointed at Chris to turn the music to ‘The Schuyler Sisters’ on. You bite your lip and watched as Lin did both Angelica and Eliza’s parts.
“Daddy said to be home by sundown.” Your voice came out, Lin looked at you with a pointed look. “Daddy doesn’t need to know.” You moved back as your hands flew back.
“Daddy said not to go downtown.” Your arms crossed as Lin booped your nose as he sang Eliza’s part.
“New York.” You sang together.
“It’s bad enough daddy wants to go to war.” Your face showed fear as you channeled your inner Peggy. “People shouting in the square.” Lin sang, fear now in his voice.
Shit, he was better than you remembered.
“It’s bad enough they’ll be violence on our shores.” You looked at Lin as he began to sing.
“New ideas in the air.” He lifted his hand to signal to stop. Loud clapping came from Chris and Lin. You gave a half smile and fiddled with your fingers. “You’re really good,” Lin complimented. “Maybe you would be good as the swing for Peggy and Maria?” He asked Chris. He nodded quickly, a smile playing at his lips. “Great!” Lin clapped, “Well, everyone is going to lunch…” Lin paused for a moment before speaking up again. “Want to come?” Chris instantly agreed, you nodded.
“Okay, great. We’re walking there. Not very far.” Lin began to walk. You followed as did your father.
You made it to the small McDonalds, the feeling of overwhelming taking over. “Lin!” A male voice hollered, you looked over at the voice, eyes filling with many emotions. The man had long curly hair and a smile that was so contagious that you couldn’t help but to smile. His eyes were a soft brown color that could melt chocolate. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked at your father.
“Who’s that?” You whispered to him, Chris looked down at you. “Anthony.” He replied, you looked back over at Anthony. “Shit.” You watched Anthony walk over to you, Lin and Chris. “Chris! Lin! How are you guys?” He greeted, not paying attention to you. The men answered and Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulders as Lin walked away.
“Anthony, this is my daughter,” A smile radiated Chris’ face as he paused. “Y/N.” You smiled and met Anthony’s eyes as his beautiful smile played on his face. Your lips pursed together and you looked down, a smile on your face. “Well, I’m Anthony.” He said. You lifted your head and smiled. “She’s the swing for Jasmine,” Chris told her. Anthony smiled widely. “Great!” He began to walk back, “I’ll see you soon then.” You nodded and looked up at your father. He smiled and raised an eyebrow.
He knew. Fuck.
“Shut up.” You murmured and removed his arm, “You guys would be cute.” He said softly. “Shut up.” You began to walk to the line. This could be just a moment in love, or this could be a decade in love.
January 20th, 2015
A smile was radiating on your lips as you watched the cast bow. A round of applause and some loud ‘whoo’s were heard as they walked off the stage. You hugged your sweaty father and kissed his cheek. “You did so well!” You complimented and smiled. Chris thanked you and walked off. You congratulated everyone else, your eyes met with a pair of soft brown ones. Your lips turned into a wide smile before you spoke. “You did amazing, Anthony.” Anthony giggled, a sound that you had quickly fallen in love with, “Thank you, love.” A soft blush played on your face. You nodded. Anthony looked at you for a moment before opening his mouth.
“Can I talk to you?” He asked, you had a confused look on your face before you giggled a response. “You are talking to me.” He rolled his eyes and smiled, “In private?” You nodded and followed him back to his dressing room. He looked nervous.
“I-” He cut himself off with a deep breath, “I really like you,” He had an unsure tone in his voice, your eyebrow quirked up. “And I want you to be my girlfriend.” It was fast and quiet but the words made your heart fall.
“Ask me properly.” You looked at him, his eyes fell and held even more nerves. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked. You nodded.
“I will.” A smile spread across his lips at your response before walking up to you and pressing his lips to yours. His hands sitting on your hips as yours laid on his chest.
Maybe this isn’t a moment in love.
November 20th, 2016
You bowed softly as tears left your eyes. This was the last performance of Hamilton for both you and Anthony. The two of you moved forward and bowed again before sharing a kiss. “Thank you.” You whisper to him as he hugged you. This was your life for a long time and now you were leaving it. Anthony kissed the top of your head when you head. You pulled away and looked out to the crowd, bowing again.
This was a moment in love.
December 23rd, 2017
A giggle left your lips as Anthony fed you a piece of cheese. The original cast had all met up at your and Anthony’s apartment. The sound of people laughing and the smell of fresh cookies filled the room, and you loved it.
“Okay, okay!” Pippa smiled and looked around, “Let’s open presents!” Everyone cheered. “We each got a gift for each other but we also did secret Santa.” You told everyone with a huge smile. Pippa and Lin sat on the ground beside the tree. They began to read out names and hand out gifts. You were handed a medium sized box and a small box. A smile played at your lips when you read Anthony’s name on the small box. He removed his arm from your shoulders and reached out for his gifts. You were handed many of the other gifts.
Once everyone was handed their gifts you began to open. You opened the small box, the one from Anthony, first. It was a gold necklace with a small ‘A’ on it. You smiled and thanked him, setting it back in the box. You opened the rest.
Lin got you a journal and some pens, along with a few adult coloring books.
Pippa got you a bag of makeup and three pairs of fuzzy socks.
Jasmine got you a notebook filled with letters and notes and a scrapbook full of pictures.
Oak, your Secret Santa buddy, got you a fuzzy blanket.
Daveed bought you three subway gift cards and extra house keys.
Chris got a quilt, coffee mug, and pictures of you and your family.
Jonathan got you a tee-shirt with his face on it, something you said you’d wear.
Leslie got you a snapback and a few gift cards.
You thanked them all and sat everything in a bag. Everyone got quiet once they said their ‘thank you’s. The quiet began to make you anxious.
“Anthony, stop being a pussy and do it!” Jasmine harshly whispered once she got up to get a cookie. Anthony took a deep breath and moved everything before pulling a box from the stack. One he hadn’t opened. You looked up at him before he got down on one knee. Your eyes grew while tears filled them. “Oh my God.” You whispered before he began to talk.
“Y/N, I know you hate the cliche things but God, I love you so much!” He began as his hands shook. “And I can’t ever forget the first day we met. The McDonalds was full of people and you were auditioning to become the swing for Jas, and I’m so grateful you came in. You never failed to make me smile and when I messed up you always comforted me. You make me so happy and you always make my heart happy. Thank you.” He paused and opened the box, you gasped at it.
“Will you marry me?” He asked. You quickly nodded and felt the tears fall from your eyes. “Yes. A thousand times yes!” Anthony smiled and took your left hand softly. The smile made a wide smile spread across your lips as he got up, you followed his lead and reached up to kiss him.
♫Shape of You- Ed Sheeran//Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader
Will you please do a Sirius X Reader based on “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran? ♡
A/N: @fandomtrash-20 here’s the tag you asked for! I hope this is good, I was facing a bit of writer’s block with it, so I might do a different one later on! Enjoy loves xoxox
The Leaky Cauldron is filled with light conversation and eccentrically dressed individuals scattered over the mismatched chairs, their hushed, rushed words filling the room. The air is slightly stuffy, cigarette smoke curling in all corners as occasional yells directed at the barmaid zoom through the dimly lit space. Y/N enters, the familiar smell of smoke and aging wood filling her nostrils and bringing a smile to her face. She takes a deep breath and takes four eager strides towards the bar, taking a seat on a shabby, olive coloured stool and giving the bartender a friendly wave. The bald, cheerful man gives her a happy wave before putting a glass of nettle wine in front of another customer and walking towards her.
“Well hello, Y/N! It’s been a while! Where’ve you been hiding?” the familiarity of his voice makes her feel at home as she gives him a grin.
“I do still go to school Tom,” she answers with a small chuckle as she watches him grab a large goblet from the back of a worn cupboard, feeling a slight warmth at the chip that still remains in the thick glass, one she remembers bedecking the glass with at age six. Memories of her father insisting that her pumpkin juice be served in a goblet, just like his firewhiskey, flood her mind, her heart fluttering as the familiar goblet is handed to her over the counter with a wink from Tom, brimming with butterbeer.
She happily takes a sip and allows her y/e/c eyes to wander around the space, lingering for a second on the back of a dark haired man, but moving straight back to Tom once he began to speak again.
“How’s your last year treating you?” he asks happily, charming a mop to wipe down a freshly washed glass as he leans on the counter.
“It’s definitely not easy,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “but it’s not too bad. I’m finding it quite interesting actu–”
Her answer is interrupted by a familiar, hoarse voice calling Tom over for another shot of rum and prompting her eyes to dart towards the familiar figure. A smile slowly spreads across her face and she leaves her seat, the goblet still comfortable in her hand, Tom giving her a baffled look as she reaches out and lightly taps the shoulder of the dark haired figure he’s handing a small glass of red liquid to.
After Tom left
time flew. Soon I was leaving the hospital through the same doors that Tom exited
the building. My mind keeps going back to our goodbyes that we shared a few
hours ago. The drive home was the usual. Entering my apartment, I threw my
jacket and bag on the couch and went to the kitchen. It was 8 p.m. I still need
to eat something and get ready for my friend’s party. I wanted to text my friend
for the address of the club or bar that we are going. However, I find myself on
google searching for something I might regret afterwards. Tom Holland is written on the search bar. I bite my lip, I really
want to look him up, but I don’t want to at the same time. Before I can think
it over again I press on the search button. I heart is racing, I feel like a
teenager that is hiding some nasty secret of her parents, I am officially going
insane. Soon pictures of those familiar brown eyes pop on my phone’s screen. My
heart melting away. The google page revealing the latest news of the actor’s
Tom Holland injured
Spiderman rushed into
some very dramatic statements of some journals telling that Tom had a near
death experience. I laughed a little. Then I scroll and see his twitter.
I am alright guys, just got some stitches ;)
thanks for worrying though
[Posts pic of him and Harrison]
I wanted to be the first to congratulate my
mate for his newest role in Spiderman 2. You are going to be a great Harry. ;)
we got to celebrate that, see you later.
need to stop stalking this dude. I put my phone away, closing my eyes I exhale
in frustration. Wait, why was I on my phone? As I remember my friend texts me
and giving me the address of the club. I put the address into google maps, my
eyes widen when I realize where we are going tonight. I dial the number of my
send me the right address?”
“umm, yeah. Why would I send you the wrong address, duhh?”
is really expensive and celebrities attend that place all the time, how were
you able to get reservations in such an exclusive place?!”
“I have my
contacts, darling. good thing that you’ve heard of that place. You need to wear
something really nice tonight” she uses her ‘oh so very seductive voice’ to
mock me and laughs afterwards
yeah. Let’s see what I’ll wear. See ya later.”
I open my
closet and stare at my wardrobe. “Yeah, well shit…” I don’t have anything that
is like really fancy. Suddenly, I remember that I do have a black dress from
two or three years ago. I put it on and take a look at myself, it does still
fit maybe it’s a little shorter now, but nothing too tragic. My makeup is
pretty simple nothing too extravagant, since I’m not really in the mood to go
out tonight. Putting my heels on, I call a cab that takes me to the club. I
absolutely loathed entering a club alone, it’s a socially very awkward moment
in my opinion. At the entrance there were two lines one that was endlessly long
and another one that was pretty short because it was for private guests. My
friends were already inside it was already 11 p.m. if I had to go to the end of
the endless line I’d never get in. My phone starts ringing.
are you?!” I hear my friend shouting from the other end of the line. Loud music
in the background
outside of the club, but there is an endless line, I’m never going to get in.”
I confess to her. Getting ready for nothing, yay. Who doesn’t love that.
you try to enter through the other entrance, you know the line for the VIPs.”
know… What if I get in trouble…?” I reply chewing my nail, terrible habit of
mine. I pace around near the entrance.
be such a chicken” she was very persistent.
“If I get
in jail or end up somewhere you come and find me, though!”
“you are so dramatic, just try. I’m going towards the entrance to help you out
with the security guys”
“or I could
get you in. I mean you helped me out today and I got to return the favour,
right. What do you say about that doctor?”, a familiar voice says from behind
me interrupting my phone call. My heart stops for a second. No way. I turn
around slowly revealing Tom Holland in a suit. Oh hell no this should be
forbidden. My mouth drops open in disbelief.
gasped, “w-what are you doing here?”
his grin is
merciless and I hate him for that. He is making me all nervous. And when Y/N
gets nervous she starts talking like a waterfall.
friend and I are celebrating tonight. He landed a role in a very important
“Oh so that’s
what you meant by ‘see you later’. He got the part in the next Spiderman mov-“ OH
SHIT. Before I could think of what I was saying it was far too late. I just basically
told him that I’ve been stalking him. My cheeks turn red and I start
stuttering. He first gave me a weird look, but it soon turned into one of those
smirks that says ‘so you were thinking about me’. I want to disappear right
All of a
sudden there were the paparazzi around the corner, shouting and screaming for Tom.
“Umm, so do
you mind if we get inside?” he says looking at the paparazzi giving them a
tight smile. He puts a hand on my lower back to lead me inside.
music was blasting. I walk in front of Tom, right after the entrance I see my
friend. Waving and calling her name she comes towards me. She looks at me, but
the closer we get she gets her eyes on Tom. And honestly, I do not like how she’s
looking at him.
made it! I was right about to get you!” she explains in a very exaggerated
manner. She was talking more to Tom than to me, but okay.
Y/F/N this is Tom. He helped me out.” I reply awkwardly making a weird hand gesture.
“Tom this is my friend, Y/F/N”
didn’t tell me you knew Spiderman himself. How did you meet him?” Y/F/N continues
I try to explain and get interrupted by Mr. Tom Holland himself. I look over at
him annoyed now.
he came closer and put a hand on my waist, I was all hot again, what the hell
is he trying to do, “we met a while back and Y/N and I had to keep this whole
thing a secret. You know privacy and media don’t get along well.”, he lied as
if it was the most natural thing ever.
YOU GUYS LIKE TOGETHER?” my friend scoffed in disbelief. Geez, thanks? But I’m startled
too. I mean I know guys don’t usually want to date me and that I’ve never been
in a serious relationship before, but her reaction did kind of hurt a little.
Nevertheless, I was shocked and it was one of those moments where, if I had a
drink and I’d be drinking it I’d be spitting it out right now.
I laugh hysterically.
“Yeah, no, no…” I tell her shaking my
we are not a couple, but we are dating or starting at least”, he admitted. What
a big fat liar!
you hold that thought for a second. I need to talk with my almost boyfriend
slash superhero.” I take Tom’s hand and head to a part that is more private.
Fury the only thing that keeps me going right now.
HELL WAS THAT?”, I shout at him.
it’d be fun to see your reaction.”, he confessed with a grin, “I’m sorry I put
you through that”
“I can see
it in your eyes. Mr. ‘I’m so sorry’, you aren’t sorry at all.”
your friend was flirting way too obvious and I thought it would be amusing to
see her all shocked that we’d be a thing. Plus, what kind of friend hits on
someone else’s guy.” he laughs and his laughter is contagious because in that
moment I realize how silly this is.
me that you weren’t a little annoyed by how obvious she was trying to get into
my pants.”, there was a challenge in his voice. The ‘laughing’ mood was turning
into something more serious. I look away my cheeks turning a deep red.
it did bother me a little…” I shrug and he smiles in satisfaction.
Do you want to go back to your friend? And if you want to tell her the truth I’ll
tell her that I was trying to prank her. No worries.”
don’t tell her. Let’s keep it our little secret for tonight. I’ll tell her
tomorrow morning that it was all a joke”, I admit biting my lower lip giving
him a weak smile.
you wish doc.” He smiles at me giving me a wink. “let’s head back” he offers me
his arm that I take gladly.
The rest of
the night was really fun. I danced with Tom and we had a drink together. His
friend Harrison was a total sweetheart and we all had a blast. The next morning,
I was woken up by the sunlight entering my room. I rub my eyes. What time is
it? I get up and have a breakfast. Today I had to get some stuff done since it
was my free day. I put some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt on. it was a sunny
day and I can finally wear my new my sun glasses. I was about to close the door
of my building, when I hear people running and shouting my name.
heck?!”, I look at the mob running towards me.
Y/N! look at the camera!”, a voice shouted. Flashes were blinding me,
thankfully I had my sun glasses on.
was your date-night with Tom yesterday?”
are you two guys dating?”
do you think of Tom’s upcoming movie!?”
paparazzi were calling my name from all sides. Overwhelmed by the entire
situation I began to run for my life. What the hell is going on here. How do
they know me and where I live?
A man yelled “Allah Akhbar” while butchering two people in Paris today.
The authorities call for utmost caution about possible motivations. According to a police source, the man shouted “Allah akbar! "At the time of the act. Other sources within the security forces, however, indicate that it could be a family tragedy
If it’s not terrorism it’s just a regular case of Allah Akhbar Murder :))))) No worries, just a normal, every day fight dispute between normal, every day French people :)))))
Je viens de tomber sur le Décodex du Monde, un outil plutôt cool qui permet de vérifier les infos – et surtout les intox – qui circulent sur Internet, en se proposant de confirmer ou non la véracité de certains sites et des infos qu’ils véhiculent.
Assez utile en période d’élection, et plus encore à l’heure des fake news et compagnie !
None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.
Nesta stared at the white wall in front of her. She couldn’t feel anything. Only her two hands enclosing Cassian’s large limp one. It had been over three days now.
Three days of silence in Cassian’s room.
Three days since the ambush from the Rogue Illyrians.
Three days since Cassian was stabbed over and over again in the battlefield.
Three days since he’s been in a coma, with no clue whether he would ever wake up again.
Nesta had a lot of regrets in her life. For treating Feyre the way she was before she left to Prythian. For never stopping Elain from almost marrying that asshole of a man. For being so bitter half the time with everyone she meets. But the greatest regret, she decided at that moment, was that she never told Cassian that she accepted the mate bond. That she does love him. That she wanted him, all of him. The days where he just wants to spite her, the days he’s all touchy with her and even the nights when he wakes up with a nightmare. She wants all of it. And all she wished for right now was to be able to tell him all this.
That was impossible.
He’s in a coma that he may never wake up from.
Nesta felt her eyes tear up once more. She had cried the past three days and, even now, she had more tears to shed. She couldn’t handle it. She missed him. More than she thought she ever would in her life. Growing up the way she did, she thought she could reign in her emotions. But when it comes to Cassia, her mate, she loses all sense of self control.
She brought up his hand to her lips, kissing the calloused knuckles softly, her tears sliding down her cheek without her knowing.
“I’m waiting for you, Cassian. Please wake up.”
With that, she placed his hand back on his side before leaving the room for some air. Mother knows how long she’s been sitting there. She’s lost all sense of time.
Nesta walked back into Cassian’s room at exactly 10 PM. With her was a bouquet of dark red roses that she picked from the Night Court garden outside within a vase filled with water. She settled the vase on Cassian’s bedside before kissing his forehead softly.
He looked thinner. His body was sitll built, of course, but his skin was pale and his face looked slightly gaunt. She wanted to wake him up if she could. Tell him she made, or well tried to, his favorite meal. But she knew that was impossible.
Nest sat on the small gap at the edge of the bed. Without thinking, she laid down, curling herself against Cassian’s limp body. Her cheek was resting on his bare chest as she felt the soft rise and fall of his chest.
“Please wake up,” she muttered as she rested on of her hands on his chest.
Please wake up.
It was that voice again that he heard every day. Morning, afternoon, night, whenever. It sounded so much like home. He was desperate to reach it. To find the source of that voice. It sounded so familiar to him, like something he’d been dreaming to hear for centuries.
So Cassian followed that voice, willing himself to pull through. Without knowing, he had opened his eyes before quickly shutting them again. His vision was disoriented as things turned above him. He blinked a few more times before finally being able to keep it open without wanting to go back to where he just came from.
Cassian tried lifting his arm only to feel something warm pressed against it. He glanced down, his eyes widening at the sight.
I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming.
Cassian could not think of anything else. It must be a dream. Nesta would never want to be this close to him, let alone be in a room with him.
He carefully pulled his arm out from beside her and wrapped it around the back of her shoulder. He felt her immediately jolt before she sat rod straight, her eyes wandering around the room.
“Nesta,” Cassian called out, his voice hoarse.
Nesta turned her head, praying, praying to the Mother that this wasn’t one of her cruel dreams.
Cassian had a small smile on his face when Nesta faced him. A hand flew up to her mouth, containing the gasp of shock and relief as tears threatened to spill from her eyes once more.
“He-,” he cleared his throat, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Nesta shook her head as sobs wracked her body.
He’s awake. He’s awake. He’s awake.
She didn’t even think before she threw herself onto him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her head buried in the crook of his neck.
“Cassian,” she sobbed, tightening her grip further before quickly falling back.
“I-I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I-“
She was cut off when Cassian pulled her onto his lap, fighting through his exhaustion to hold her close. He buried his face in her neck, leaving one soft kiss there.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I thought you were dead.”
Cassian stiffened, “What?”
Nesta turned slightly to face him, cupping his face in her hands.
“Y-You don’t remember?”
He shook his head.
“The Rogue Illyrians. They ambushed the camp. None of your men died but you-,” she choked on her sob, “You were stabbed. Multiple times all over the body. A-And they cut your wings. They cut your wings Cassian. Thankfully Rhys knew how to save them from the first time. B-But there was so much blood. Your eyes were closed and when I called for you-“
Nesta couldn’t finish when the memory flashed back in her mind. Cassian was in a pool of his own bloods. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t waking up when she called him. And his wings, Mother, his wings. Nesta had never feared for anything more in her life. He had almost lost his wings once, he couldn’t lose them now. So with everything in her, she winnowed them back to the House of Wind. She screamed for anyone that was nearest and demanded, demanded, they helped him.
Cassian pulled her closer against him, burying his face in her hair. He stroked her back softly as his memories flooded back in. He was fighting and, for one of the few times in his life, he was caught off guard. One of the Rogue Illyrians had stabbed him in the wings before he followed through until one of his men pulled him off.
“Nesta,” he rasped out.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never told you I love you. I don’t hate you, Cassian. I love you. I accept the bond. I want to be your mate. I want you to be mine. I don’t want anyone else. Please, forgive me. I never hated you. Please,” she begged as sobs kept racking her body. She didn’t know how to stop them. All her pent up emotions spilled at that one moment.
Cassian stilled at her words.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
He never thought she would say those three words to him. He was prepared to spend his life content that he could simply be acquaintances with Nesta. He never thought-
“Nesta,” he cupped her face softly before she pulled away, “Please, beautiful.”
She shook her head as she buried her face in his neck again. So he let her stay there until her tears quieted down. He heard quiet sniffles coming from her as her grip around him never relented.
“Nesta,” she let him cup her face this time, “Did you just say-Did you-You love me?”
Nesta couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Yes, you brute. I love you. And I realised that I should have never pushed you away. Three days knowing you might have died was torture for me. I thought I missed my chance. That-That I never had the chance to show you what it felt like to have someone. To not be alone anymore,” she mumbled at the last bit.
Cassian didn’t have any words for the woman in front of him. He knew he had loved her the moment he saw her. He just never expected her to say the words back.
“Nesta,” he rasped out before pressing his lips against hers. Damned the memories and damned the consequences, all he wanted was her right now.
Any sane thoughts left Nesta’s mind the moment his lips pressed against hers. She didn’t still. She didn’t sit there with her eyes wide. She kissed him back. She kissed him with everything she had, with every ounce of love and longing that she had pent up for the longest time.
Nesta pushed Cassian back against the bed slowly as she ended up straddling him. Her hands cupped his face as they kissed slowly, tenderly like they had all the time in the world. His hands were on her hips, squeezing every once in awhile when their tongues would touch.
They only pulled back when they were out of breathe, their faces flushed and their chest rising and falling from the lack of breathe. But they were both smiling,their faces the happiest that they’ve ever been.
“I love you. I love you,” Nesta whispered to him as she leaned her forehead against his, “Let me make it up to you. Let me take care of you.”
“You don’t owe me anything, love.”
She shook her head, “I owe you everything and more.”
Cassian leaned up and pecked her lips softly, “Then just stay here with me tonight.”
She grinned, “I was never planning on leaving.”
Cassian huffed with his arms crossed as Nesta fussed over his sheets. It’s been a few days after Cassian had regained consciousness and she had not left his side even once. The Inner Circle had visited moments after he woke up when Nesta ran down the halls quickly after their kiss to tell them. All of them were overjoyed, thankful that he wasn’t dead. Cassian only teased them that they couldn’t live without him.
“Nesta, they’re fine. It’s fine.”
She didn’t listen to him. Cassian rolled his eyes before wrapping one of his arms around her waist and pulling her on top of him.
He chuckled, kissing her forehead softly as she sat sideways on his lap.
“Stop fussing. I’m fine. I can practically fly already if you aren’t worrying so much.”
She rolled her eye as she quickly got off him. He whimpered, giving her a sad look.
“No, Cassian. You’re still weak. I might hurt you.”
“Nesta, you weigh nothing in my arms. Frankly I think you need to eat more. You’ve been cooped up these past few days with me.”
Cassian was actually still confused as to why Nesta hadn’t brought him food if she accepted the bond. But he wasn’t about to rush her, he was happy with everything right now.
He saw Nesta gulp as she sat on the empty space beside him. He took her hand and kissed the knuckle before stroking it softly with his thumb.
“Nesta, please. Stop fussing. I know you’re worried but I’m fine. Go eat something. Or go out with Feyre. Or Elain. Or anyone. You deserve it.”
She shook her head before kissing his forehead.
“I’ll go get your bath ready.”
Cassian rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile on his face as she left to the bathroom. He loved Nesta with everything in him but he didn’t want her to fuss. She had spent days taking care of him. Running his baths, preparing his clothes, fixed his sheets, anything that would keep her near him.
Nesta walked back out of the room when the sound of water running resonated throughout the room. Cassian got up, only wearing a pair of pants since there was still a multitude of bandages around him. She couldn’t help but stare.
“It’s all yours you know,” Cassian teased as he kissed her cheek. She felt a blush crawl up her neck to her cheeks.
“Go get something to eat for yourself, Nesta. Please.” Cassia begged, his eyes soft and filled with worry.
She sighed, “Fine. But go bathe.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he saluted with a teasing grin before walking off.
Nesta was smiling the whole way to the kitchen.
Nesta balanced a tray of food in one hand while opening the door in the other. She heard the sloshing of water from the bathroom, meaning Cassian was still bathing.
Good. I have a few minutes to collect my thoughts.
When Nesta was preparing her food, she realised that she hadn’t officially accepted the bond with Cassian. She had never felt more like an idiot that moment. She had declared her love to him, said she accepted the bond but hadn’t done anything to make it official.
You’re so stupid sometimes, her mind seemed to tell her.
Shut up, she snapped back.
So she had tried her best to prepare Cassian’s favorite food along with hers as she decided at that moment that she would prove to him she accepted the bond. Nesta knew he was patient, which is why he never asked her.
He deserves better. But I’ll be damned if I don’t try to be what he needs.
Cassian walked out of the bathroom with a new pair of pants and a towel in his hands as he dried his long hair. He smiled at Nesta as he walked towards the bed before stopping in his way when he saw the tray of food on his bedside.
“I realized that I never accepted the bond officially,” Nesta said shyly, “So I was wondering if you’d eat with me now.”
Cassian smiled softly at her as he tossed the towel into the bathroom.
“And you thought I would reject.”
She shrugged, “Well, I don’t know. I’ve never had a…I’ve never had-“ she blushed, “I’ve never had someone willingly court me before. Especially some 500 year old Illyrian,” she teased towards the end.
Cassian’s eyes widen as he sat beside her on his bed. He pulled her onto his lap.
“No one has ever courted you before?”
She shrugged nonchalantly, “They were all courting me either for my sister or because I was one of the few females left my age that was unmarried.”
Cassian shook his head, “They’re all stupid then,” he said with a smile.
Nesta smiled back at him with a small laugh. She grabbed the tray of food before settling in on her lap.
“I tried making your favorite. Azriel told me what it was. But it came out a little lopsided and bu-“
Cassian stopped her rambling with his lips. He cupped one of Nesta’s cheek before pulling away with a cheeky smile.
“I would eat anything you give me. Even if it was burnt or lopsided.”
Nesta huffed, trying to hide the blush that was crawling up her neck.
I swear. I’ve never blushed in my life and this 500 year old Illyrian can do it in seconds.
I can hear you, Nesta, love.
She glared at him as she snapped her mental barriers shut like Rhys had taught her to. Cassian laughed as he reached for the spoon on his tray.
“No,” Nesta snatched it away, “I want to feed you.”
Cassian stared at her, his eyes gleaming with joy.
Nesta felt her heart ache that her mate had a day where he was cared for. He had done everything himself and for everybody else.
“Yes. Now open.”
“Are you sure about this, Nesta? Once I eat this, the bond will be permanent and-“
She shoved a spoonful of food into his mouth. He huffed as he chewed and swallowed before tossing Nesta a glare.
“Of course you’d do that. Everyone else gets a romantic bond acceptance and you shove the food into my mouth.”
Nesta grins, “You talk too much,” she said while eating her food before scooping another bite for Cassian.
He sighed exasperatedly at her words.
“Hey,” Nesta called before she kissed his lips softly.
“I love you, Cassian.” she said when she pulled away with a soft smile on her face.
Cassian felt his heart beat faster at her words as he stared at her with all his emotions on display.
“I’m sorry the first one was unceremonious,” she mumbled as she brought up another spoonful, “I know it’s probably too late but, will you accept me as your mate?”
Cassian smiled as he pulled her uplifted hand closer to his mouth and took the spoonful of food. His eyes never left hers as he chewed and swallowed it down.
“I love you too,” he muttered as he cupped her cheeks.
“Good. You better.”
He laughed before she shoved another spoonful into his mouth. He couldn’t care less this time.
*Blake's finger tapped rapidly as she glances at her watch as she and her mother sat in a outside restaurant.* Where is she? She is never late. *She thought to herself, letting out a sigh as she took a sip of her ice tea.*
Is something wrong Blake? *Kali asked her daughter noticing her daughter's growing worrying expression.*
*Blake blinked, snapping out of her worrying trance while looking at her mother.* Hmm? Oh it's nothing seriously.
It's about Yang isn't it. *Kali stated with a small smile when her daughter blushing still before placing her hand on her shoulder.* Sweetie, You don't have to worry. Yang is still new to the lay out of our home. I'm should she will be here shorting.
Sigh, I know mom. I know. *Blake mutter patting her mother's hand.* It's just that I can't help it. Yang is never this later even when lost. Plus, with her being the only human on the entire island I'm afraid someone may try to pick a fight with her.
Aaaaw. That is so sweet. My little girl worried for my future daughter in-law's safety. *She sang happily before muttering to herself which Blake missed.* Plus, she isn't the only human on the island.
Her safety? I'm worried about the poor idiot that tries to start something with her.
Oh I'm sure Yang will behavior herself if someone starts something.
*Stares at her care free mom for a few second before speaking.* Mom. When Yang was trying to find clues about her mom's location she fought an entire nightclub is gangsters... And won.
Hey Blakey! Hey Kali! *Blake and Kali heard, allowing Blake to let out a sigh of relief they her girlfriend made it right until the two cat faunuses turned their heads to find a slightly roughed up yet cheerfully smiling at them as she carrying a very large bag over her shoulder. The two watched the Blonde huntress effortlessly hop over the railing, showing no concern for the bag hitting the metal fence and let out a groan before making her way to them and giving a kiss on Blake's cheek and taking a seat.* Sorry I'm late. I got kinda lost and got a little distracted, haha.
We can tell. *Kali said handing Yang her napkin.* You got some blood on your cheek.
Huh? Oh, Sorry about that. Thanks. *Yang said touching her bleeding cheek before taking the napkin, cleaning her cheek and then picking up the menu.* Soooo did you guys order yet?
No we haven-Forget that1 What happened!? Are you okay!? *Blake panicked as she quickly and carefully looked over her girlfriend to check for any serious injuries.*
Yeah. I'm fine. I just had a little run in with some jerks that is all. Well, a few jerk, a nice guy that helped me out with said jerk with a cool weird looking arm-
Arm dark blue, both arms turning into blades and finger into claws, skin darkish gray, almost half of the left side of his face cover, Bandana covering dark blue and black hair, one sliver eye with a blue ring around it, bang pants with a kama, and a liquid/fire like stuff like aura but live that forms out of and around him? *Kali cut in.*
Yeah that guy. Anyway, We beat then up and I rushed over here.
You were attacked!? We have to call the police!
Don't worry Blakey. That guy, what was his name, Kai I think Said he'll take care of it.
And you just took his word for it.
Sweetie. I know the man she is talking about. Trust me. He's a hunter.
But still! We should at least get their names and report them!
Oh. That actually reminds. *Yang saids still smiled at she reached for the giant bag, causing great concern for Blake.* You one them said that they are an old friend of yours Blakey.
What do you mean? *Blake hesitantly asked as she and Kali watch Yang open the bag and with a little bit of a struggle lift up a tied up Ilia, her arms, legs, and mouth bound by some blue moving blade like edges aura.* I-Ilia!? What the hell!?
*A blue symbiote like aura moves from her mouth.* Blake. I know what this looks like but I swear I was only trying to scare her off. I didn't mean to actu-mmm!! *She started to say before her mouth is covered again.*
Oh Good you do know her. *Yang continued to smiled, wearing a happy expression despite her hair slowly starting to ignite as an enraged aura forms around her.* So tell me Blake. Do you have any other exs that are going to try to KILL me I should know about?
*Knock knock knock*
Just a minute! *Blake called out as she opened the door of her house and peaked out to find a tall man matching the description of the man Yang and her mom were talking about standing there.* This must be that Kai guy that helped Yang early. *SHe thought to herself.* May I help you?
Yeah Hello Sorry to bother you so late. I was hoping you could help me. Is a blonde hairs girl with a cybernetic arm staying here by any chance? I think her name is Yang?
Yes She is. Why do you want t-huh? *Blake began to ask until Kai tosses her a small yet thick envelope and starts walking away.* Wait What's this?
Her cut? Of what?
Of bounties and what I got for selling the asshole's that attacked her's weapons. Good night.