#finally once we finish taking everything we possibly can THEN the hello. also we will p pickpocket you after this.

[knowlesian]

one of the fun things about playing bg3 is imagining everyone else in the game socially responding to how my party tends to enter a room, take literally everything not nailed down (including any and all rotting food nearby) and only then do we bother to start a conversation

[jhdyuiee]

alibi

★ pairing: childhood friend!haechan x fem!reader

★ tags/warnings: smut!, slight angst, fluff, unprotected sex, nipple/breast play, kissing/making-out, multiple positions (doggy&face-to-face), oral (f receiving), fingering, marking (hickies&biting), pet names (baby) & name calling (good girl), dirty talk, cursing, spanking, squirting, multiple orgasms, rich ceo haechan, haechan was your childhood friend who one day up and disappeared 

★ w.c: 3.7k

★ a.n: hello! as promised here is my story for the week! sorry for the delay, i spent majority of my week finishing up my term paper, but now that, that is over i'm free again!! woohoo, i can finally enjoy my summer ㅠㅠ . anyhow this my first haechan fic, yippie! also thank you all for the massive love and support on wildflower & million dollar baby <3 please stay safe out there during this summer time, i love you berry much, jiji out 🤍

5 years ago.

You're lying… No… This couldn’t be possible… He couldn’t have just disappeared without telling me…

How could he? We were supposed to graduate tomorrow. Go to the same University. We were supposed to be together.

“Why did you leave,” I muttered as tears streamed down my face.

As I headed to school this morning, I stopped by his home like I’ve always done. However I was met with an empty home. Everything cleared, as if no one ever lived there. I thought maybe I’d arrived at the wrong home or I was still dreaming.

So I called Haechan. Once, twice, ten times yet to no avail. He answered none of my calls or messages. I went with the second option, calling my mother. Yet little did I know that, that call would shatter all remaining hope in me.

“You didn’t know? The Lee’s left yesterday. His father was hired in, hmm where was it? Toronto! Toronto, Canada!” my mother said. My eyes widened, hands shaking. Haechan hadn’t informed me of anything.

So he just left. Like that? My legs grew weak, I found myself outside his door; sobbing. Nothing else mattered to me right now, I just wanted Haechan. His bright smile, his sparkling eyes, and warmth. It was like he took my other half, leaving me now half dead.

In all honesty, I loved Haechan. Ever since I learned what love was. Yet, now I never even got the chance to tell him. This would be the end of us. 18 years—since birth—gone.

Present day.

I thought that day 5 years ago would be the end. Me and Haechan would never find our way back to each other, yet why was he standing in front of me now?

“Y/N…” he says, loud enough for me to hear. I snapped out of my trance, remembering I was still on the job.

“R-Right this way sir,” I said, guiding him and the women that held his hand to their table. I set their menus on the table as they got situated. “I’ll be right back to take your orders,” I said, trying to make my exit.

I left without turning back, without glancing back at Haechan. My heart pounded so fast, my body trembling. This couldn’t be… No, he… What was he doing here? Out of every restaurant, why did he have to come to the one I worked at!? Just when I had begun forgetting about him, he reappeared and with a woman by his side no less.

I sighed, trying my best to compose myself. I mean after all he’d be gone once he finished eating and I’d never have to see him again. As I made my way back to their table, the woman he was with smiled so brightly, laughing at whatever Haechan was saying.

“Hello!” I said enthusiastically, putting on a smile. “I’m Y/N and i’ll be your waiter today. Can I get you started on some drinks?” I asked. I felt Haechan’s gaze the whole time I stood there.

“Hello, uhh I’ll get the Strawberry Vodka!” The woman spoke happily. When I finished noting her drink down, I turned to Haechan. Our eyes meeting one another. “And for you sir?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it before opening it up again to speak. “Some water is fine, since I still have to drive us afterwards.” I nodded my head, “Are you guys ready to order or would you like more time?”

“No, no it’s fine we can order now,” he said. And so I took their orders, walking back to the kitchen once I finished. I poured their drinks and walked back over to them. Only this time I didn’t linger there for long. Then after a good while, their food was finally ready. Plates in hand, I walked over to them again, giving them their food. “Anything else that you would need?” I asked. Before Haechan could answer, the women politely dismissed the question.

I continued working, I had no time to just idle around. I served every table I could possibly attend to, until I finally noticed Haechan and the women getting ready to leave. I made my way over there for what I hoped would be the last time. “All ready to go?” I asked.

“Yes, could we get the check?” Haechan asked. “Oh! Yes, here you go,” I said, setting the receipt I pulled from inside my apron's pocket on the table. “Thank you for dining with us!” I gave my last remark, displaying a bright smile. I might’ve been hallucinating but I saw Haechan's lips faintly twitched.

“Thank you!” the woman said, standing up from her seat to grab Haechan’s arm. He happily got up, “Thank you so much for your service, I’ll be sure to tip you generously.” “Oh no, Thank you for being such wonderful customers! Be sure to stop by next time!” I said, only wishing he never sets foot in here again.

He smiles, “Will do,” he says, his words sounding like a promise. Great. I watched as they paid and left. Catching Haechan as he gave me one last look, his eyes filled with longing.

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Finally, my night shift at the restaurant was over! I could finally go home, maybe stop by the convenience store to buy a beer or two. After tonight I could use some alcohol.

I bid my coworkers goodbye, making my way out of the restaurant. “Y/N!” A voice shouted my name. I turned to find the voice. Only now I wished that I simply had just feigned ignorance to the calling.

Haechan stood before me. His body leaned against his vehicle, arms crossed. I stood there, not a single move from me. It was as if time had stopped and we were the only two in this world. He moved first, making his way towards me until we were only an inch apart. His eyes, the same ones that shun so bright, were now eerily emotionless.

My lips quivered, “H… Haechan.” My vision blurred and only then did I realize the waterworks had started. I heard a faint chuckle erupt from him, “Still a crybaby huh?” he asked as the pad of his thumbs wiped my tears away. No, I didn’t want to feel his touch.

I backed away, the two of us just staring at one another. “Wh-Why are you here!” I said, coming out rather loudly. “To get you,” he answered. Confusion overrode my face, “For me?! Haechan, you left me 5 years ago!”

His eyes now saddened; hurt. “I didn’t mean to! I meant to tell you about my father’s job… it’s just-” I interrupted him before he could finish, “So? I had to find out through my mother for christ sake Haechan. Not to mention it was on the day before our graduation!” He sighed, coming closer to me. He cupped my face, “I know, I know I was a jerk but I didn’t tell you because I was going to come back! I was supposed to be back after a couple of months.” Now shock overrode my face. What was he talking about? Come back after a few months?

“Don’t bullshit me,” I spat out. “I’m not!” he slightly raised his voice, causing me to flinch. “Sorry,” he then said, embracing me into a hug. “I really was supposed to come back yet to my surprise when I returned you had already gone,” he whispered into my ear.

His hot breath, his low voice sent an intense shiver throughout my body that I got lost in him. I couldn’t formulate a sentence, a word. I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to push him away but he was too strong. “B-But what about that woman,” I asked.

We locked eyes, a smirk formulated on his face. “She was just some woman my mother set me up with. Why, jealous?” 

I shook my head. Me, jealous?! Please… “No! Why would I!” He shrugged his shoulders, “You tell me.” I gripped his arm, “Wh-What do you mean?”

His expression softened, “You think I wouldn’t know?” I looked at him, confused once more. He chuckled, “That you love me.”

My eyes widened, my mouth fell open. How? How did he…

I detached myself from him, “What… How did you-“ “The way you would always look at me,” he interrupted me. “How would I look at you?” I questioned.

“Like I was your entire world.”

My vision blurred, “How long have you known…” He inched closer, “Since before I even left.” “Bu-But why didn’t you say anything!?” I raised my voice a bit. “Because I knew it wouldn’t work out.”

My cheeks felt wet when he told me that. He inched closer, stopping me from talking. “Before you say anything I just wanted to say that it had nothing to do with you, in fact I loved you too. Heck, I still do. Y/N I love you.”

“But?” I asked, even more tears streaming down my face. He sighed, putting his hands on my face to wipe away the tears. “It was me. I knew I was going to have to leave one day and even if it wasn’t for too long I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t just leave you.”

This man. He sure has a knack for worrying over the simplest things…

“You could’ve still talked to me about it,” I said, embracing him this time. I buried my head into his chest. His hands were holding onto me and stroking my hair. “I know… and for that I’m sorry.” I looked up at him, “You know… It’s okay and you wanna know why?” I asked. “Why,” he replied.

“Because I too still love you. Then and now, Haechan. I have always loved you, no matter how much I tried hating you… I just knew that if you were to ever show up in life again, I would welcome you back. I just can’t seem to live without you.”

He didn’t react. I watched as Haechan stood there, wide eyed like he couldn’t believe what was unfolding. I giggled a bit, finding his reaction amusing. However, now I was the one left wide eyed when he abruptly crashed his lips onto mine.

The kiss was gentle, yet still passionate. I tasted him, finding contentment of how perfectly his lips molded onto mine. He holds my face with both his hands, deepening the kiss. A moan ended up slipping from my throat when his tongue intruded inside my mouth. I wrap my hands around Haechan, enjoying this too much that I didn’t want to let go.

Unfortunately he's the first to pull away, both of us panting. His hands don’t let go from cupping my face as he leans down to my ear. “How about we continue this at my apartment?” he whispers into my ear. And so with a nod of my head, we hurriedly got into his car.

The car ride was silent, but the air felt heavy. Haechan’s hands on your thigh, fondling the flesh. You were sure your panties were soaked by this point. You seriously were growing impatient, you wanted nothing more but to have him within you already.

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Around 10 minutes later you both arrived at his apartment. You both hurriedly take off every article of clothing whilst kissing one another hungrily. You feel as his fingers slip to cup your sex before taking two of his fingers to glide along your pussy lips. The sensation causing you to pull away from the kiss panting and moaning. 

“Feels good Y/N?” Haechan asks as he takes those two fingers to your clit where he begins rubbing it. “Y-Yes!” I say, coming out rather loudly. He smiles before continuing his ministrations on your cunt.

On the other hand, his mouth has found its way on your body. Kissing every part of you from your cheeks, jaw, collarbone, and your breasts. Using his free hand, Haechan fondles one of your breasts while his mouth kisses around your nipple, nipping on the skin which causes you to wince. His eyes look up, “You alright baby?” he asks. Baby, god that has a nice ring to it, don’t it?

“I-I’m fine, just feels so good,” I reply, bringing a hand to his fluffy hair. Taking that as his sign that you were fine he continued. He stuck his tongue out, teasing your bud before bringing your nipple to his mouth. He sucked on it, using his tongue to lick on your bud. Then you watched as Haechan kissed a bridge to your other breast, repeating his actions onto your other breasts.

At this point your brain started becoming foggy, his hands and mouth were god's work. “Fuck,” I moaned. Haechan departs from your breast, ”You gonna cum already?” I nod my head, but then he flips me around. My hands on the door, and when I whipped my head around to look at him, Haechan was already going down. “Spread your legs for me baby,” he says in a sultry voice. I complied, opening myself for him.

I felt as he slapped me on my ass, “Good girl” he muttered as he takes in the wet mess behind me. Gripping onto my thighs he begins to lick up all my juices, letting out a satisfied groan when he finally tastes me. “Taste so good, baby. Can’t believe you’re this wet already,” he says as he kisses the sensitive skin around my cunt.

“Please.. M-More,” I moaned. I couldn’t handle his teasing anymore, I wanted him to make me cum already– to make a mess of me. “My pleasure Y/N,” Haechan says before licking up my cunt in slow strokes. Then bringing his tongue to my clit to give it some licks before using his mouth to suction on it. The sensation leaving me drooling, chanting his name repeatedly like some prayer.

When he finally lets go of my clit, his mouth departs from my cunt. I was left confused for a second before I felt his thumbs spread my lips apart. A second later his tongue intrudes inside me so deep it had me pressing my cheek against the door. The pleasure had me crying out, “S-So good!”

His tongue pushes itself further inside my gummy walls, while one of his hands smacks down on one of my ass cheeks. The smack eliciting more pleasurable moans from me. I felt myself growing close to cumming all over his face, just a little more…

Haechan must’ve sensed it too by the way I began tightening around his tongue as he brought his thumb to my clit. Once more he rubs on the sensitive bud, then pinching it with the help of his index finger.

So close… So close, but then he takes out his tongue. However I didn't get to whine at the loss of sensation because he quickly brought two fingers from his unoccupied hand inside my hole. His fingers stretched me out wonderfully, reaching me deep inside, and the pace kept above 100.

And with one final pinch on my clit, I gushed all over. Taking his fingers out quickly to capture all my juices as they leaked. He drank me up, from my cunt to my thighs. Like a starved man he managed to clean me all up.

Finally getting up, Haechan reaches me. He stares for a while, taking in my fucked out state. “You did so good,” he mutters, pecking my temple. “However, we’re not done yet so don’t fall asleep on me just yet.” As he said that he presses his hard cock in between my ass and rubbing it against my fucked out cunt. I swear I almost went crazy from the way his tip rubbed against my clit. I press myself against him more, wiggling my ass for him. I hear as he lets out a low chuckle before grabbing the sides of my ass and shoving himself in me with one swift move.

I yelp forward against the door, my first clenching. His hands gripping onto my waist, his finger tips sure to leave little crescent moons when all this is done. He pounded into me like a madman, rough and merciless. I was too engulfed in the pleasurable feeling of his tip reaching my womb that I didn’t mind his thrusting. He didn’t falter even after a while, grunting whenever he felt me clench around his cock.

The sounds of skin slapping and the squelching wetness were all you could hear throughout his apartment. You’d secretly hoped his room was soundproof because the obscene noises you two were making were sure to bring the neighbors complaining. However in Haechan’s mind he didn’t care one bit. Your noises were just too beautiful, becoming his new favorite song he wished to listen to on replay every single second of his days. Haechan glances down to where you both were connected, noting the white ring formed around his cock. Weirdly, but not weirdly turning him on all the more. You didn’t know if it was possible, but he picked up his pace.

Both of you growing close to your releases. Guiding one of his hands off your hips and to your swollen clit he works you closer to your second orgasm. All the more kissing his way up to your neck when he nibbles on the exposed skin when you tilt your head to the side. A thrust or two later, rolling your eyes back and fingertips piercing into your palms you have the most euphoric orgasm of the night– no of your life.

Taking his lips off you, he glances down to your gushing hole. Your orgasm coating all over his dick and pussy clenching around him, he twitches inside you before releasing. His cum coating your walls, stuffing you.

Taking his cock out, still half hard, he glances down at you as you collapse onto the floor. Your legs giving in, leaving you weak. He couldn’t stop thinking of how beautiful you look, and all like this because of him. Just those thoughts alone were enough to get him hard again. Haechan decides he hasn’t had enough yet and picks you up.

Hazily, you watch him carry you into his bedroom. He places you down first before sitting on the edge of the bed. He turns around to meet your eyes. “Come here,” he said, signaling you to come sit on his lap. Once again obliging, sitting on his lap. His hard cock resting in between your bodies, you bite on your bottom lip when you feel his tip rub against your stomach.

“Sit on it baby,” he whispers into your ear. Your eyes go wide for a moment before taking his cock in your hand, lifting yourself up so you slide it inside you again. In this position his cock reaches you deeply, fitting snug into you. “All that fucking with my fingers, mouth, and cock but you’re still so tight,” he whispers into your ear. His hot breath turning you on. He kisses his way to your neck, marking you even more. You were his after all.

“Come on baby, don’t be shy,” Haechan urges me. So placing my hands on his shoulders and lifting myself up, I slam down back onto him. My eyes widened at the way he reached me again, his cock feeling as though it was made specially for me.

I continued working my way on his cock, going at my own pace. Although to this Haechan felt as though he was being tortured. He felt as though you were teasing him; the way your face would scrunch up in pleasure, your low moans, your tits bouncing– all of it was torture to him. Having had enough, he brings his hands to your hips again.

He helps you bounce on his cock, faster and faster. The deep penetration, caused you to clench around him once more, squeezing him for all he’s worth. He groans, bringing his hand to your tit, squeezing it and using his fingers to pinch on your bud.

Letting go of his shoulders you bring your arms behind you, resting your hands on his knees. Thrusting into him this way on your own, he lets go of your hips now playing with your tits with both his hands. Later bringing his mouth into the mix as he licks on your nipples again, occasionally biting on your buds.

Your pace begins to falter, growing closer to your release again. Feeling too as Haechan’s cock twitches inside you, you bring one of your hands to your clit where you begin to play with it. His eyes begin watching you, enjoying the view in front of him. He hopes to engrave this memory into his brain forever.

“Le-Let’s cum together,” I moaned. “Mmm, cum on my cock for me again baby,” Haechan says. Your pussy obeying him, cumming on his cock for a third time tonight as his hot white seeds fill inside you again. Overwhelmed and exhausted from the pleasure, you both collapse on the bed, Haechan’s cock still inside you. He didn’t wanna slip out just yet.

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Eyes fluttering open, the morning sun peeking in through the curtains. You’ve finally awakened from your slumber, turning to your side but are met with nothing. The memories of last night's activities flood into your brain. You feel your face heat up. Oh god, I thought. Glancing down, I noticed I was now dressed in an over-sized shirt. It’s probably- “Sleep well,” he says, walking into the room. Well, well speak of the devil.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, smiling at him. “Mmm, best I’ve ever slept!” I say cheerfully. He smiles– that smile I knew from all those years ago. Walking over to me, he cups my face. “I love you.” I swear my smile reaches my eyes at his words, “I love you too, always have and always will.”

“You’ll be the death of me,” he mutters before bringing his lips onto mine. Kissing delicately and with so much love.

When he parted, he asked me something– “Will you be my girlfriend?” I didn’t hesitate as I jumped into his arms, “Yes!” I repeated.

Sharing another kiss, we spent the rest of the morning and day with one another. Enjoying one another like a couple of teenagers in love, making up for lost time.

© jhdyuiee

2024.07.21

final a.n: as promised, the fic of the week! i’m truly sorry it took longer than anticipated, i was working on my final the whoke week ㅠㅠ but now i should be free for the rest of the summer!!! anyhow im rlly excited for next week, kcon && seeing 127, practically sobbing ahhh! anyhow i hope to be back soon with doyoung’s story next, stay tuned! please continue supporting “WALK” !!! 🤍

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 19

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.2k

Warnings: heavy themes, character death, mention of violence, death, grief, (somehow) a sprinkle of fluff

Note: hello! finally we're here, this is looking like the second last chapter, which is bitter sweet but I suppose it has to end at some point :( also I know this one is shorter than usual, and since it is very plot driven it may not be as fun to read but I hope the fluff makes up for it! the next chapter will definitely be longer and hopefully less depressing overall lol. anyway, that's it, as always endless thanks for your patience. hope you enjoy!

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You can feel heat prickling your skin, the quidditch pitch is a fiery blaze and you could only afford to stare in helpless despair.

The quaffle hoops once stood large and tall, you've flown by them countless times during quidditch practice, and multiple house matches. One of the best memories you've made at Hogwarts– reduced to ash.

Now the wooden stands are nothing but kindling for the fire that devoured them, they come crashing down in pieces of hot red ember.

Smoke is all you can smell in the air, thick hot ash and fear.

You can't move, still– you observed as the flames licked another banner, Gryffindor or Slytherin, they were no match for it's fiery wrath.

More students sprint past, careless and panicked, nudging you in the process. Now you are forcefully pushed further into the doorway.

It works as a shock to your system, a part of you astrayed amidst the chaos, but you had to keep running, in search of Hermione.

You propell down the main hall, soon approaching the gallery.

“Y/n!” Blessedly, you finally hear your love call out to you, but it was a shout of warning.

Somehow, you manage to narrowly dodge the curse coming your way. “Avada Kedavra!” You cast in return, without thought, almost second nature.

The Death Eater is thrown backwards, slamming through a broken wall and into a pile of bricks.

Your plan to advance forward is interrupted as you feel a presence fall into you, arms wrapped tightly around your neck.

The scent of your girlfriend's perfume is now smothered by the smell of sweat and dirt, but it provides you comfort all the same.

“I thought you were– I thought I lost you.” Hermione mutters, scattered, and all you want to do is hold her, kiss her, and take her as far away from the castle as you possibly could.

But as much as you would like it to be, fleeing is not an option.

Instead you cup her face in your hands, committing each feature of hers to memory, every dip and freckle.

“I'm sorry.” You say.

“It all happened too fast, I don't know how we got separated.” You finish, still trying to make sense of mayhem. You've both come face to face with death half a dozen times tonight, maybe more.

None of it makes sense.

“Guys, come on!” Harry's voice forces Hermione to break your gaze, she then tugs on your arm, guiding you with her.

Soon you find yourselves in a steady jog down the hallway, you turn a corner only to be met with a sight that stops the four of you in your tracks.

Greyback was bent over the body of a girl, his jaw clamped firmly on her neck, draining all life from his victim.

“No!” Hermione shouts. Frantically, she throws a curse, causing the werewolf to crash through the wall behind him. Now the beast has been vanquished, but it is too late.

Atop rubble and ash, Lavender Brown laid stiff and colorless, entirely unlike herself.

Her eyes are open, yet they held no trace of her. The girl's mortal soul, taken by death– ever merciless and violent, tonight, he spares very few.

Harry is first to snap out of the terror induced trance that you found yourselves in, consequently followed by Hermione.

Soon you move as well, but as you glance at Ron, you can't bring yourself to take another step.

Despite yourself, you find your hand reaching out to grab his shoulder. “Come on, mate.” You coax, but the man doesn't react to your touch, or your voice.

He continues to stare at Lavender– and the sheer absence of her.

“She's gone– she isn't suffering anymore.” You offer, hoping Ron would find some solace in your words, however minute.

He does.

Nodding, the ginger haired boy tears his eyes away from his deceased lover. The four of you continue your journey through the courtyard and down the winding stairs towards the boathouse.

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Hermione's ironclad grip on your forearm doesn't falter as you follow Harry's lead, quietly approaching the boathouse. The four of you immediately crouch out of sight as you caught movement inside.

Voldermort's voice, faint and unsettling, it makes your blood run cold.

He continues to deliver his thoughts with a tone closer to a whisper, the four of you are forced to strain your necks to listen.

Soon you make out a second voice, and you share a quick look amongst yourselves. Trying your hardest to make sense of what was being said between the Dark Lord, and Professor Snape.

“Tonight, when the boy comes, it will not fail you, I'm sure of it.”

“It answers to you, and you only.”

Unsettling silence fills the air once more, and you feel inclined to shift closer to Hermione.

“Does it?” Voldermort finally inquires, and it is followed by a lack of response, for a beat, you wonder if Snape was still present.

“My Lord?” The Professor eventually says.

“The wand, does it truly answer to me?”

“You're a clever man Severus, surely you must know.”

“Where does it's true loyalty lie?”

“With you, of course. My Lord.” The Professor replies with just a gleam of hesitation, and for a reason unknown to you, it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand.

“The Elder wand cannot serve me properly because I am not it's true master. The wand belongs to the wizard who killed it's last owner.” Voldermort continues.

“You killed Dumbledore, Severus.”

“While you live, the elder wand cannot truly be mine.”

“You've been a good and faithful servant, Severus, but only I can live forever.”

Then, Hermione turns to you, and you give her a similar look of horror in response.

“My Lord-” Severus’ response is strained.

None of you are given a chance to react before a loud thud is heard, you see the Professor's silhouette hitting the glass before you.

“Nagini, kill.”

The panel vibrates violently, but miraculously, it doesn't shatter.

The sound of Snape's body hitting the glass repeatedly with every deathly blow, makes the four of you jump.

Then a cold gust of wind surrounded the boathouse, and soon, it was quiet again. Only the sound of water, and the noise of a boat hitting the wooden dock everytime it swayed. Snape's shallow breathing, unsteady and helpless.

Harry is first to move, he enters the boathouse, and the rest of you can only trail after him silently.

“Professor–” You stutter as you catch sight of the man laying on the ground.

Snape was a formidable man, one you used to fear, even respected.

He has never looked so small.

Harry crouches beside him, he places his hand on the man's neck as Snape lets out a sob. The sight was so foreign that you had to look away.

“Take them– take them.” The man pleads, incoherent at first, but quickly Harry understands his request.

“Give me something, a flask, anything.” The chosen one orders, extending his arm toward Hermione.

Your girlfriend does as she is bid, fishing out the object from her bag before passing her best friend an empty vial.

You watched with bated breaths as Harry held it up to Snape's cheek, collecting the Professor's tears. Once he was done, he cuped the vial firmly in his grasp.

“Take them to the pensieve.” Snape orders with all that's left of his strength.

He was slipping away, you could see it, the way his head was nodding to the side as he slowly fell limp against the glass, his gaze far away and vacant.

The man whispers something intelligible to Harry, perhaps intended for his ears only. In half a heartbeat, Snape was dead.

–

Harry reaches over to gently shut the Professor's eyes.

You step closer, with the intention to lay Snape on the floor properly, so he may be put to rest with some dignity, but before you can suggest it, a blinding pain courses through your arm.

It makes you groan aloud.

Hermione reaches out for you, but then a voice penetrates the air, sudden and invasive.

The Dark Lord is merciless in his attempt, he has lost every ounce of patience– you could feel it in your arm.

Hermione clasps her hands over her ears as Voldermort delivers his second message.

“You have fought valiantly, but in vain. I do not wish this.. every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat, in their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity.”

“Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the forbidden forest and confront your fate.”

“If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child, who tries to conceal you from me.”

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As the four of you walked through the empty courtyard, you can't help but notice just how quiet it was, something that would usually be considered a comfort, is now incredibly unnerving.

“Where is everybody?” Hermione asks, but her question is soon enough answered once you push the doors open to the Great Hall.

The space is unrecognizable.

A scene from a nightmare.

There is not a candle in sight, everyone operating on the bit of light provided by the moon. You spot Mr Filch, sequestered in a corner, miserably sweeping piles of rubble out of the way.

Your stomach turns as you make your way through, an endless line of bodies laid upon makeshift cots.

You can't help but look upon all their faces, one by one. All these bodies– they were once sons, daughters, somebody's friend or lover.

The air is snatched out of your lungs as you spot a familiar face.

Nymphadora Tonks lay unmoving beside her husband, their hands outstretched as if to touch each other– even in death.

“No..” You mutter in disbelief and Hermione follows your gaze, she let's out a sharp gasp.

It could have easily been you laying on that cot.

It could have been Hermione.

The thought alone made you nauseous, you could physically feel your stomach turn. You decide you had to get away before you wretched.

Before you could however, a desperate wail snatches your attention. You look up to find Ron in the distance, he sobs uncontrollably as he knelt over his brother's dead body.

You watched as Ginny held him, now they are both sobbing helplessly.

Molly could do all but console them. What agony it must be, to watch your children die before their time.

There is so much pain, too much– you had to get away.

You turn to leave the Great Hall, or what is left of it, with no destination in mind. You simply needed to escape.

Away from grief, away from death, if there was ever a chance of evading it tonight.

“Y/n!” Amidst suffocating torment, no voice has ever sounded as sweet. Hermione swiftly catches up to you, her hand slips into your own.

Your palm now felt calloused and rough. It is caked with dirt and dried blood, but Hermione holds it firmly in her own still.

“Don't leave without telling me like that, we can't separate again.” Hermione scolds, and you offer an apologetic look.

“I just need to get some air.” You explain, but Hermione doesn't question it, in desperate need of an escape herself.

“Come,” She merely coaxes, tugging on your arm.

You soon realize she aims to guide you somewhere secluded, but it seemed impossible. Everywhere you looked, it was death and destruction. Your home; a battlefield.. a gravesite.

After wandering for some time, you finally find a place to sit, the flight of stairs leading up to the Headmaster's Tower remains vacant and mostly intact. Although pieces of stone would break off from the sides ever so often, when compared to the rest of the castle, it was hardly worth acknowledging.

Hermione takes a seat on the step, gesturing for you to do the same next to her. Your girlfriend runs her fingers through your disheveled hair, tenderly moving it out of your face.

Neither of you speak just yet, even after all that's happened tonight, she manages to smile at you, honest and bright. It nearly breaks you.

The thought of living even a day without her was excruciating, you can't lose her tonight, under any circumstances.

“We'll be okay, we've made it this far.” Hermione utters out loud, as if she had just read your mind.

“It'll all be over soon.” Your girlfriend says, but you catch the faint tremor in her voice. She was fighting back tears.

Yet, you could only wrap your arm around her as she rests her head on your shoulder.

After a prolonged silence, you decide to redirect the topic of conversation, however macabre it may seem, you somehow saw it as the perfect opportunity.

Afterall, you could both use a little bit of joy right now.

“There's something I've wanted to ask you– it is going to sound mad, but I need to say it. before it's too late.” You stammer, a sudden sense of nervousness setting in, you take in a deep breath to calm yourself.

“What is it?” Hermione inquires, by the way her brows furrowed you could tell she was concerned as you spoke vaguely.

You quickly realize that it was too late to back out, you needed to take the leap, and hope that Hermione will catch you.

Amidst a sigh you stand up so you could move a step down.

“This is definitely not how I planned to do it, but–” You mutter, looking around before it occurred to you to utilise the ring you already had on your finger.

You take it off as you got down on one knee, albeit somewhat ungracefully. Hermione's eyes widen at the sight, but she doesn't say anything as of yet, watching you intently.

You extend your hand in front of you, and your girlfriend's gaze shifts to the Slytherin crest ring pinched between your index finger and your thumb.

“Hermione Jean Granger, if we make it out alive tonight– would you do me the incredible honor of being my wife?” You finally manage to utter the words you have longed to say.

Hermione's eyes were no longer wide in shock, but her expression is now unreadable. You couldn't tell if she was about to burst into tears or laugh in your face.

In the end, she does neither, but she still struggles to find the words.

“Y/n, I–” She stutters before averting her gaze.

“Are you sure?” Hermione finally asks, meeting your expectant stare, and you can't help but let out a chuckle.

“I have wanted you since the first moment. I knew I loved you from the first time you smiled at me. and I knew I wanted to marry you the first time you ran your fingers through my hair. and then our first kiss– I truly thought if we couldn't be together, I'd die.” You spoke from the heart without missing a beat, not caring about just how dramatic you might have sounded.

“I used to think that I'd be just fine on my own. I didn't believe that I could ever care for someone the way I do for you.” Your voice breaks ever so slightly, you swallow before continuing.

“Hermione when I'm not with you– it feels like I can't breathe.” You barely manage to say, your throat tightens, as a tear escapes your eye.

“my love–” Hermione coos, her own eyes now welling up with tears. She approaches to grab your forearm, although not harshly, she guides you back on your feet.

Your faces are mere inches away from each other before she would crash her lips against yours, a kiss that is restless and unchecked yet somehow equally tamed and loaded with love.

“Of course, I will marry you.” She declares once your lips part, she wipes the tear away with the pad of her thumb, and your heart sings.

You are unable to contain the large grin on your face, one Hermione had no issues reciprocating.

“Really?” You ask, mainly in relief rather than actual disbelief.

Hermione pauses as if thinking of an adequate response

“Well, I do think we should at least wait a year or two, at least until after we finish school.” Hermione admits, and you scoff, even in the midst of a war her priorities remain unchanged.

“but–” Hermione says, grabbing your face so she could force you to meet her gaze once more.

“It is a yes, without a doubt. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else.” Your girlfriend states earnestly, and your smile returns.

You eagerly grab her hand so you may slip the ring onto her finger.

Hermione stares at the piece of jewelry, silently inspecting the intricate carving of a snake, before finally kissing you again.

The feeling of Hermione's lips against your own allowed you to forget the impending threat of death. With her you believe that you could survive anything. This war will be over soon, and you will marry her. Whatever it takes.

Hermione breaks the kiss only when you are both gasping for air, she embraces you tightly, as if trying to savor the feeling as much and for as long as she could.

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Harry emerges from seemingly out of nowhere, you open your eyes as you hear footsteps. Hermione releases you so she may turn to her friend.

Harry's stare was distant, troubled. In truth, he looked sick. You dread to find out exactly what he's witnessed within Snape's memories, neither you nor Hermione mustered the will to ask.

Unexpectedly, Harry is first to break the silence.

“Where's Ron?” He mutters, finally looking between Hermione and yourself.

“He's with his family still.” Your girlfriend explains. Then the chosen one nods, and he starts to fade once more, disappearing into his own head.

“Harry what is it?” Hermione asks, when Harry looks up at her again, his eyes are glossed over with tears.

“There's a reason I can hear them, the Horcruxes.” He remarks. “I've known for awhile, and I think you have too.”

The newfound resolve in his voice makes your entire body stiffen, soon Hermione is crying again.

Harry possessed a bravery you once envied– but no longer.

He plans to confront the Dark Lord and the thought of it made you ill, he shouldn't have to go through it alone. It seems your girlfriend shared the same sentiment as she spoke her next words amidst soft sobs.

“I'll go with you–” She suggests, but her best friend is quick to turn her down.

“No, kill the snake.” Harry says, glancing between the two of you.

“Kill the snake and then it's just him.” He asserts. Hermione practically throws herself into his arms.

You watched as she cleaved to him hopelessly, Harry doing the same in return.

Soon, The Chosen One shifts his gaze towards something behind you, and you swiftly turn around to see Ron standing a few paces away.

The expression on his face suggests he had been standing there for some time.

His eyes were tired, glazed over with what resembled apathy– or perhaps the harrowing inevitably of acceptance. You could not say for certain.

One thing you did know; in order to defeat Voldermort, Harry Potter has to die.

[hamiltonaf]

Tie the Knot | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 962

Warnings: Just pure fluff + BONUS - Social Media AU

A/N: Hello darlings, I’m trying my best to finish requests as fast as I possibly can so please bare with me when you send in a request. Hope you babes enjoy .xx

Kylian’s P.O.V

After 3 and a half years of (Y/N) and I being together, the day had finally come for us to make things official.

It felt surreal how we spent so many months of planning everything to all come down to this final moment.

I’ve never felt more nervous than I did today, my heart was racing and I was eager to see (Y/N) already. I last saw (Y/N) last night, perhaps the most special moment we spent together, but it feels like I saw her weeks ago.

At around 9pm, I arranged for a table to be set up under the gazebo where we were getting married. Nothing felt more special than seeing the smile on her face when she saw the set-up that made her eyes sparkle.

We spent our last few hours talking about the last 3 and a half years, basically taking a trip down memory lane. All the highs and lows that we’ve been through together made us stronger and brought us down to this final decision. A few minutes before midnight, we gave each other one last hug. I was just about to kiss her but she stopped me and told me to save it for our wedding. It was quite funny but quite cute at the same time as we shook hands and said our final goodbyes, “Bye bye girlfriend” “Ciao boyfriend.”

The adrenaline rush kept me up for most of the night, I was practically living on 4 hours of sleep. I really wanted to message (Y/N), I know she could easily ease my nerves, but I couldn’t be inconsiderate.

No good morning text from her made me feel uneasy. My nerves got even worse after messaging her and minutes later, still no reply. What if she’s having doubts ? What if she bails on me ? I obviously have been watching way too many romance movies with her.

Knowing that I was ready before her meant that I had more time to waste, but luckily I had my boys with me to be a distraction. That didn’t last long as I was called to stand under the gazebo. It was finally time.

After walking down the aisle with my boys, I felt at ease until I was finally under the gazebo. I could feel my hands start to sweat and suddenly I could feel the heat rush to my face. I stared at my shoes and took a few deep breaths as I heard the announcement to stand up for the bride.

The music played in the background but it was all a blur to me as I looked up to stare at (Y/N). It felt as if (Y/N) was the only person in the room as she walked down the aisle. She looked absolutely breathtaking and I couldn’t believe my eyes that she’s mine. It felt like a pinch me moment. This is it. At any minute now (Y/N) was going to be my wife and I never felt more lucky.

My emotions took a turn and I didn’t realise I had started crying. I walked down the few stairs to shake my father-in-law's hand before he handed her over to me. She softly said, “Aww babe I can’t believe you’re crying”, she then wiped away my tears with the pad of her thumb. “You look so beautiful ma chérie” I said lowly to her. “Thank you babe and you’re undeniably handsome as always” she giggled as we then stood in the middle of the gazebo facing each other.

The ceremony had happened so quickly - it felt like it because I’m guilty for spending my entire time staring at (Y/N) in awe. Vows were exchanged, so were our rings and we sealed it off with a kiss once we were told to.

After the ceremony, everyone moved to the indoor venue. Dinner was served, people took pictures with us, drinks were also served and the night had started once the floor was cleared, and the music started.

(Y/N) and I weren’t the type of couple to dance in front of everyone unless it’s just immediate family or if we’re alone, but in this case we were practically forced and just went with it.

“Hello husband” she smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Has a nice ring to it” I winked. “Pun intended ?” She raised a brow. “Of course..but jokes aside, I can’t believe you’re my wife, how did I get so lucky” I pouted. “I’m the lucky one ! It’s so rare to get a husband who cries when he sees you walking down the aisle. What did I do to deserve you” she pressed her forehead against mine.

“I honestly didn’t even realise I was crying until you said so. You just looked so breathtaking, like an angel walking my way and I couldn’t believe it. You know I even messaged you this morning to help calm me down but you didn’t even reply, a bit rude of you wifey” I teased. “Awww you’re too cute ! Also, about that, I’m so sorry. I was just eager to get dressed and see you already” she playfully raised her brows. “You were eager to see me ?” I raised a brow. “Always… but right now I’m feeling selfish and I just want you all to myself” she pouted as she pecked my lips. “Ma chérie, if you’re going to continue then you’re just causing trouble” I whispered into her ear. “Don’t you know I like trouble” she softly whispered into my ear. Well damn.

BONUS - Social Media AU

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| user13: Dude SAME 😭 like I wanna feel like I was there !

[yigashimei]

Hello! I read a recent fic done containing soulmates, picks being Ningguang, Lisa, and La Signora. It was written in such a fun way and I loved it. What I loved even more, though, was Jean's appearances and continous help to the reader.

Now, I LOVE Jean. Besides Lumine, Jean is my top genshin girl since the very beginning so seeing her being portrayed being so strong and caring (same way I usually think of her, ofc) made me plead if it would be possible to make a soulmate! (or any kind of fanfic honestly) Jean x reader.

Sorry I am a huge simp for her and this is my first ask ever 😩🙏

YAY an ask! I already have a Jean fic that I posted which is also my latest one but here yah go! Thanks for the ask!

Helping everyone was tiring, even so when she see people who has found their soulmates

She who still has yet to find her other half, the person who should own her heart and become her world

The dull gray scene in her view became a normal routine for her, looking at it while doing her work, while doing her commissions and all her endless work

She who only wants to lay down and rest in the arms of her beloved, but alas faith has not given her that chance, all she could do is wait and pray that her beloved will come soon

But little did she know that a commission will be the reason she can see those beautiful colors surrounding her, feel those warm arms wrapped around her

A new beginning in her life something she is looking forward to welcoming in her not so dull life now

Warnings⚠️: A bit Angst at the start but will get more Fluff at the ending, blood

"That should be the last of it, anything else you need help with Sara?" Jean asked the girl at good hunters after finishing a commission by bringing 5 sacks of ingredients to the restaurant

"No, that's everything" The girl said looking at the sacks that Jean brought "Thanks again for all the help Master Jean! Goodbye!" The girl said enthusiastically to the leaving Grand Master

Looking around the scenery was perfect, the air was fresh and Jean could smell the fresh dandelions, the weather was clear there was no sign of any storm nor rain

It was calming, everything was peaceful, but there was something missing or more like someone is missing, Jean let out a sigh and continued her walk towards the Adventure Guild to take up her other commissions

"Hello Katherine" Jean greeted the receptionist with a smile "Hello to you too, Master Jean" The girl replied with also a smile to Jean "Anymore commissions for me? I am quite free for the day" Jean asked hoping to have one that is outside of the city

"It seems we still have quite a few but most of them requires you to leave the city, will that be alright?" Jean gave a nod to which the girl prepared the details of 4 commissions and started to read them one by one to Jean

"There are 4 commissions in total, one of them you have to go at Dragonspine to deliver some supplies they will be needing" The girl said handing a piece of paper to Jean

"Next you have a commission at Dawn Winery, where you are asked to get rid of some monsters that are terrorizing the crops they have planted, the number of monsters are unknown" Katherine handed another paper to Jean

"Be careful with that commission because they might have some back up" Jean nodded and took the paper "Then your third commission, you are required to assist a group of adventurers in clearing the path that goes to Liyue along the borders"

Katherine handed another paper to Jean and picked up the last one "Your final commission consists of going to Starsnatch Cliff and collecting Cecilia flowers" Katherine said and handed Jean the last paper

"Thank you Katherine, I shall be back once I finished these" Jean said confidence leaking to her voice, she was confident but she did not know why

"Take care and Ad Astra Abyssosque to you Master Jean" Katherine said her farewell to the leaving Acting Grand Master, she noticed her confidence and confusion left the girl

The Jean she usually see taking so many commission put up a brave face but she could see her tiredness and sadness, something Katherine pick up when the Acting Grand Master was near

Jean was quick and efficient in doing her work, she finished her first commission in delivering the suplies with breeze and made quick work of the monsters at Dawn Winery

She moved like the dandelions dancing in the wind, swift and sharp, she was then in her third commission in helping the adventurers from both Liyue and Mondstadt

Looking around Jean can recognize a few of them, like the unluck kid Bennett with his friend and Lisa's student Razor, she could also recognize Mona

From Liyue she could see the Crux captain Beidou, the light-blue haired exorcised boy with his friend, she could also see the famous cook from Liyue, Xianling

But what caught her eye the most was the figure covered in a coat, she could not see their face but something in Jean is telling her that the person is important, but before she could make conversation in a blink of an eye the person then vanished

Jean blinked a couple of times but she could not find the person, she was hoping to see their face, the only thing she could see was the dusty gray scenery in front of her

The horns sounded indicating the beginning of the partnership on clearing a path from the lurking monsters at the borders of both Liyue and Monsadt

Jean knew she had to focus, she could not lose that now, she should only think about the incoming enemies ahead, but why is it that Jean still goes back to the caped person she saw earlier?

Shaking her head Jean snapped out of her thoughts quick enough to see a slime attacking her, dodging in time and preparing a attack to counter the slime

After a few hours of the battle it then ended with Jean only receiving minimal wounds, thought the orders were not as lucky like her and received big cuts and bruises on them

Jean was glad it was finished, she then left when she had her minor wounds checked and bandaged, there was one more commission to finish for the day

Travelling to Starsnatch Cliff her mind drifted back to the hooded person once more, she was not able to see if they were at the clinic due to so many people asking if she was fine

Jean was starting to get frustrated, she was curios and her curiosity is starting to take over her now

Shaking her head she repeated the word's in her head 'I have to stay focus on the mission at hand' Jean continued her walk to her destination with the same person lingering and making their mark to her mind

She still wanted to see them, something in her light up in the sight of the person, it was liked she was being pulled why an invisible forced to that person

She was getting restless but she had to focus or things could go sideways for her mission, even if it was a simple commission about collecting flowers, it could still go haywire along the way

Arriving at Starsnatch Cliff, she started to collect the needed flowers to her commission "Alright I got about 10 now , just need another 10 more to finished this" She said to her self

Continuing her walk and collecting the rest of the flowers she then heard a scream, one agonizing and call for help 'Someone must be in danger!' She thought while dropping her things to the side and running to the direction of the scream

There she saw a young girl from Monsadt, Ally she believe, but she could not think long for the girl once again scream for help "HELP! Anyone pls! HELP ME!" The girl was being attacked by a group of monsters, and they were closing on her quick

"Hold on! I'm coming!" Jean shouted and summoned her sword, the monsters notice of her but only some decided to attack her while the rest closed in on Ally

'There are too many of them, I need to make a path so that she could leave but to do that I need to get closer to her' Jean thought continuously but due to the monsters attacking she was having a hard time doing so

She was continuously using her vision to blow the enemies away from her, but the more she used it the more she started to get tired and and the monsters started to make a pattern to attack her

"Pls, help me!" Ally could merely shout once she reached the tip of Starsnatch Cliff, one more step and she could fall to her death, Jean has to move quick

A shadow passed above of Jean and suddenly a sea of flames surrounded her "What?" Confused a figure drop in front of her and another surge of power was released, this time it was a wave of ice and spikes of ice formed

"Dammit! Was I too late?" The new person said and lifted their arm where Jean could see flames form, it was dark and ominous but in Jean's eyes they were beautiful

"Ashes fall!" The person shouted and the black flames shot out of her hand and into each of the monsters present, all continued to burn to the ground and not ashes even remain

The person started to walk to the girl, Jean could see Ally was terrified about what happened, and seeing the person who eliminated so many monsters in a quick short span of time

Jean despite the pain, endured it and walked to the girl first making the person stopped in their track "Ally are you alright? Sorry I was late" Jean said to the terrified girl

"You seem fine now" The person spoke and by her voice she could hear a woman, looking at the girl who has fallen unconscious, Jean looked at the woman

She could not see her face but she could hear the girl took a deep breath, it made Jean confused why did the woman's breath hitched?

"Your name?" The hooded woman said or mumbled softly "What?" It was soft so Jean was not able to hear her "I asked for you name" The woman said once more, a bit louder now

'Ah, right I have not introduced myself to her just yet' Jean stood up and saluted to her "Forgive me for the late introduction, I am the Acting Grand Master Jean Gunnhildr of the Knight of Favonius" Jean said with a small bow

"Jean" She could hear the soft mumble of her name from the woman in front "What a beautiful name" She added "And who might you be miss?" Jean asked the woman

"Ah right, I am Y/N a passing wanderer" The woman named Y/N pulled their hood and jean saw her face, Jean saw the eyes of the girl and a bust of color engulfed her sight

"You are beautiful, those colors suit you the most" Jean could hear Y/N say softly and lowly, once her vision cleared Jean could see her once dull and gray world is now full of color and and beauty

Jean's eyes landed on Y/N, the woman was tall but Jean was a inch or two taller than her, Jean's eyes landed on the woman's blushing face facing the other way

Jean could see blood on her face but her obsidian eyes are what Jean caught the most attracting, looking her over Jean could see blood all over the woman

Jean could feel pride and happiness engulfed her inside, she found her soulmate, the owner of her heart and the one who will be her world

Her Destined Partner

"Please stop starring, I know my eyes are not common to you and your folk and I am covered in blood" The woman asked Jean and in turn made Jean looked away with a slight blush

Clearing her throat she caught sight of the woman pulling her hood up once more, she wanted to see her eyes once more, but hold back her tongue to ask her

She extended her hand to her soulmate "Seeing that we are soulmates, may I ask for a bit of your time?" Jean asked worried that she might have trouble the other person

"Sure" It was simple and straightforward, an answer Jean was content with, so she picked up Ally and returned to where she left her stuff and started her trek back to the city with her soulmate waling right beside her

Arriving at the city Jean lead her soulmate to the church where they drop of Ally to be treated by the sisters and talked with her own sister

"Big sister! Its nice to see you!" Barbara greeted the blonde and went for a hug "Are you here to get treatment? If so I can help with it!" Barbara offered to her sister

"No, I am not hurt at all, we merely dropped off a girl we saw at Starsnatch Cliff that was surrounded by monsters" Jean explained to her sister "I see, but sister yo said we?" Barbara asked

"Ah yes, Barbara I want yo to meet Y/N" Jean moved to the side and there stood Y/N lost in her own world, this made Jean smile and so she tap the woman on her shoulder to get her attention

"Ah yes? Sorry I was distracted for a moment" Y/N said her hood still covering her face from Barbara "Y/N, this is my sister Barbara, I wanted you to meet her" Jean explained and Y/N only nodded

"I am Y/n, a passing wanderer, A pleasure to meet you miss Barbara" Y/N introduced herself "Big sister, why are you with miss Y/N?" Barbara asked after accepting Y/N's introdction

"Ahh you see Barbara, Y/N here is" Jean was looking for the right words, she was nervous of her sisters reaction, but she was cut off "Ohh are you with her so that she could receive treatment? I can see an awful lot of blood" Barbara exclaimed

"Ah no Barbara" Jean said to her "Then what?" Barbara asked "Y/N is my soulmate Barbara, I meet her at Starsnatch Cliff while rescuing Ally from the monsters" Jean explained

But receive only silence from her sister, this worried Jean "Are you alright Barbara?" Jean asked her sister full of worry and concern "YES!" Barbara suddenly exclaimed with a smile, surprising both Jean and Y/N in the process

"B-barbara?" Jean called out to her sister "Yes! You found your soulmate! I am so happy for you big sis!" Barbara gave her sister a hug and Jean returned it despite being surprised by her sister at first

"Ohh I cant wait!" Barbara said after letting go of Jean and turned to Y/N her sister's soulmate "Y/N" Barbara called out to the woman "Yes?" She answered back to the girl

"Please take care of my sister! And if you are comfortable with it may I see your face?" Barbara asked and this left Y/N stunned "I know that I will only be able to see dull gray but my sister can tell me the colors so that I can imagine it on your face" Barbara said with a wide smile

"Or is it too much?" Barbara said hesitantly when she saw Y/N not move and inch "I am very sorry I must have brought up uncomfortable memories to you, please forgive me" Barbara said and bowed

Stunned Y/N waved her hands in a hurry "No! I-it's fine I was just surprise by your request" Y/N said and pulled down her hood to let Barbara and Jean examine her face on Barbara's request

Amazed Barbara was stuck on her feet examining the dull gray color of Y/N's face "Big sister, can you please tell me the color of her eyes? For some reason I find myself more fascinated in them" Barbara requested to her sister

With a smile Jean explained to Barbara the colors she saw on your face "Her eyes are a beautiful color of obsidian black like the night, her white hair highlights her eyes making it look like the Goddess of the Night is looking down on us" Barbara was fascinated

"Woah really?" She asked her sister "Yes her eyes may not be common but they are very welcome, I can see a sea of stars when I look at them" Jean shared to her sister with a smile

Y/N hearing all of these was left flustered by Jean's words and looked away when Barbara looked at her sister and asked more questions 'Shit! Get your shit together Y/N!' She mentally scolded herself

"Well Barbara, that should be all" Jean said to her sister "But I am afraid we will have to go back and finish some things" Jean told her sister with a sad smile seeing her sister deflate

Y/N took this opportunity to pull up her hood once more to hide not only her eyes but also her blushing face "Alright big sister" Barbara looked at Y/N and smiled "Y/N! Please take care of my sister! She tends to overwork herself to the point of passing out!" Barbara shouted to Y/N

"B-barbara!" Jean scolded her sister "Bye sis! Bye Y/N!" Barbara shouted and left them to tend to the wounded once more, stunned Y/N let out a small laugh making Jean looked at her

"You have a lovely sister" Y/N said with a smile and turned around "Ah, yes I am sorry about her once more" Jean apologized to her about her sisters actions

"Jean, its fine" Jean looked at her soulmate "In truth I find it amusing" Y/N added and started to walk down the stairs "Well then , you said we still have one more stop? Shall we?" Y/N extended her hand to Jean once she reached the third step

"Please don't keep me waiting I do wish to spend time with my soulmate" Y/N said and Jean hurriedly hold Y/N's hand and lead her back to her office with a wide smile

"Then I shall be sure not to keep you waiting anymore" Jean stated making Y/N smile, the wind blew away her hood and Jean who looked back saw her smile

"Thank you" Jean her Y/N whisper softly "I'm your soulmate, its my duty!" Jean stated with confidence making Y/N smile more

This was the happiest day of her life

She found her Destined Partner

Well then this is the end of this wonderful request! Thank you once more for requesting thins I had fun making this

Portraying Jean as confident as I can since I also see her as that in game

Jean is actually one of my favorites healer and 5* character in game and I already have her, just need to build her as a good healer

Thank you once again! If you have any request for me to make feel free to send me an ask I will try my best to get them finished and posted! -Mei

[violetasteracademic]

I hope the translation won't let me down.

I've only been in the fandom not long ago, but in that time I've been shocked by the amount of hate and criticism towards Elain. I have my own "why" for in this regard. But what do you think?

Is it that she's is not courageous enough by the modern trend of female protagonists? Or is it that she's just not worthy of Azriel? I've had many discussions about this, as well as many discussions about why I believe Elriel is endgame.

Hello friend! The translation was perfect!

I must disclaim that this is 100% an opinion post. I stay as far away from Elain hate as humanly possible, and I do not want to seek out or share screenshots of upsetting things I have read or seen. But- I had a similar experience to you. I finished House of Flame and Shadow and noticed so many little Elain coded details throughout and hints for Elain and Azriel. I became so outrageously hyper fixated, finally joined the online fandom and, well...

We all know how that story ends.

I do think there are a couple of different things at play. Some are completely benign, some are sinister. Some reflect deeper parallels of unhealthy dynamics that many women and female identifying people live every single day. I have friends that are some of the best people I've ever met that either don't like or aren't obsessed with Elain, and their reasons are fair. There are women who dislike Elain for violently misogynistic and saddening reasons that are unfair. The reasons are vast and wide. But I'll start with the easy stuff first.

Benign reason number 1: Elain is extremely subtle in the books. There is not a single person I know (myself included!) that fully picked up on everything in a first read through. My first run, I didn't even ship Elain with anyone. I mean, this was years ago and I didn't realize we were supposed to be shipping anyone with anyone. I didn't know she'd be getting a book, I was just reading and vibing with the story at hand. I didn't dislike her at all, but I also didn't catch much of her development. Then on a second re-read, once I was very much aware she was getting a book, I was like OMG! Az and Elain are obsessed with each other and look at all these little cool details about her and now I can't wait for her story!

The same thing happened to my best friend who just read the books for the first time last month. I asked what she thought about all the sisters at the end and it was: Loved Feyre. Hated Nesta until her book. I don't really have an opinion on Elain yet because I feel like I don't know enough about her. I think that's probably the most common reaction.

Then, like many of us, she tried to move on to a different book series and was like- nope. It's not hitting, just gonna reread ACOTAR. All of the sudden she's texting me going- wait, Madja said a mate would know what was wrong and Azriel was the one who knew- does that mean Azriel and Elain are mates somehow? I totally missed that before. Is L/ucien's eye broken and he needs to get it checked out and that's why he's seeing a mating bond? (Yes that was legit her theory and I'm obsessed with her for it.) Wait- Elain stepped OUT OF A SHADOW? How did I miss that? Did Azriel help her? Can she use his powers? Wait- Elain is taking lessons in stealth from Azriel and the wraiths, is she gonna be a spy? Allllll of this happens on a second or third read through. There are a massive number of people that do not frequently re-read books or have not read ACOTAR more than once.

There are also a massive number of people who don't read novellas in any series, not just SJM. People widely say it's okay to skip ACOFAS. This feels like a crime, but I myself have skipped novellas in other series.

25 percent of readers skip prologues. What!?

Elain is subtle. She is going to get missed by a large number of readers who skip novellas, who maybe would skip a prologue, who read or listen at a very surface level and don't deeply process everything they are seeing or hearing. I think this is really common, especially in areas where people are just trying to have fun and be entertained. But I think, outside of the microcosm of the most aggressive fans online, this is probably the most common thing happening. People haven't noticed her yet. They don't see her. They don't get her. But they *see* and *get* their favorite men or G/wyn.

But once you see Elain, it's like the storm clouds break and angels sing and you realize what a deep, nuanced, and fascinating character she is and how INSANELY epic her story stands to be. And then you probably go talk about it on Tumblr every day and write hundreds of thousands of words about her in fanfics (if you are me.)

Bummer but still benign reason number two: So many us are Elain, and that can have a negative impact when it hits too close to home. Elain represents a lot of emotional, domestic, and mental load labor. With the addition of her visions, I cannot even imagine her mental load. I had a very beloved friend explain to me: I am Elain. I don't want to read a book about myself. That doesn't help me escape.

I am Elain as well (in large part but not entirely) and I see the potential in her story and connect with her deeply. But I understand this sentiment. I can't say for sure, but I think a lot of people who are Nesta's for example realized they were after her book and had to actually see her journey before they could identify with it. Mirrors are uncomfortable if you don't like what they are reflecting. I think these women who feel like Elain hits too close to home in a way that makes them feel on edge *might* change their mind after her book, but if not, that's okay.

I remember during the peak of the pandemic all of these COVID movies started coming out and many TV shows were incorporating it into their story lines. I was so stressed out and traumatized that I was like- why would I watch a show or movie about a global pandemic killing millions of people with a virus I'm terrified of while I'm living it. I intellectually understood that many people felt it could not be ignored, or they were processing it by making art about it. But I did not want anything to do with COVID movies or shows. It was too close to home. I could not indulge in entertainment about something that was too real at the time. Some women feel this way about Elain. She is almost too real to them and hasn't had her chance to become more than the quiet girl who gardens and bakes and self isolates while her own family expects that she isn't strong enough to handle anything. So this I understand.

Now for the sinister reasons. I could write a dissertation about the internalized misogyny, the sexism, the insidious vitriol towards characteristics that are considered feminine and the veneration of characteristics that are traditionally masculine. But if there is one thing that I would do anything to heal in our society that hardly ever gets talked about, it's this: The world can only handle one type of woman at a time. In books, in movies, in celebrities, women are treated in lather/rinse/repeat cycles. Jameela Jamil does some incredible work breaking down the "life cycle" of women in media consumption.

Women are treated as trends. Our bodies. Our hair. Our face shape. Our personalities. And when one type of woman is on trend, all other media representations will try to ride those coattails instead of asking society to enjoy or at the bare minimum tolerate a variety of women. I have seen this cycle play out over and over and over again.

I'm going to hold your hand when I tell you this- but Bella Swan and Alina Starkov are the same character in different fonts. In the early 2000s the popular YA ingenue archetype literally had to be a mousy brunette that was kind of socially awkward and not very noticeable, not that pretty, ect ect. That was required. They were trying to tap into the antithesis of the "popular girl" whether it was a high school romance about humans and vampires or a Ravkan war. People could not tolerate YA female leads as being too pretty or too good at everything or even socially adept. They almost had to get the attention of boys for no discernable reason. *eyes roll into back of head and drift into space*

Celaena was groundbreaking for her time. Please understand I am not saying SJM was the first or only one to do it, but it is still to this day historic and iconic to have a fucking hot young woman lead a YA fantasy series that loved pretty clothes and spending her money on perfume and lingerie and in general looking good when she wasn't assassinating people. That was not accepted on a large scale. For years female YA leads were not allowed to be too pretty or interested in feminine things. Then Celaena Sardothion was like- no shit all of these ungodly hot men are simping after me because I am ungodly hot.

Female characters have been archetypes for years. Men as well, but the difference is that when you hit the level of massive popularity that only some book series hit, only one type of female character can be popular and tolerated at a time en masse. Once the masses grow sick of it, they'll replace her with someone else. The cycle of replacing women plays a huge role here. Elain is not just disliked. She is being actively replaced.

And listen, Elain is not the only character that faces sexism in the fandom. All of SJM's women are separated into archetypes: the soft and unassuming types like Elain and Elide and Yrene, who are not warriors but strong in other ways. The Nesta's and Manon's and Lidia's. We break women down and categorize them to the point where we also start to assign belief systems to ourselves and others based on what type of woman we like.

As someone who pretty much loves all of SJM's women, I can't spend a single day in this fandom without seeing a think piece on how if I like Nesta it means this, this, this, and this about me as a human being. So although I think Elain takes a lot of hits, it is disingenuous to say that when it comes to women despising certain archetypes and only liking one at a time, Elain is not the only one who suffers.

Which leads me to my final point- Because Elain hasn't had her book yet, all of her stans are based on her perceived potential, whereas the other female characters have already shown us their potential. And en masse, women, unlike men, have to show why they are worthy and likeable first. *Eyes still rolling through space* Feyre, Nesta, G/wyn, Emerie, Amren, Mor, all the women in the ACOTAR universe have shown us what they can do. For many, they have shown us what is inside their minds.

Because Elain is a seer, and SJM has called her a walking spoiler, she was unfortunately primed to not give us as much as she could have to win people over to her potential story. And as far as the shipwars, people just don't care about Elain as a character the way that do about G/wyn, who has quite literally already climbed her mountain. Who has had a full story told. Who has gotten the chance to speak fully and truthfully on her trauma and the things that were done to her and how she overcame it. And because people also unjustly hate Morrigan, they don't realize that G/wyn is to Nesta what Morrigan is to Feyre. The women who were brutalized and harmed in unspeakable ways, but through their own journey of strength, helped the protagonist find her own strength.

Based on SJM's formulas, I think we'll get a pretty big reveal of trauma Nuala and/or Cerridwen have lived through as well, and they will help Elain find her strength by being a beacon for her the same way Mor was for Feyre and G/wyn was for Nesta.

And then there is the final reason, which is just terrible freaking timing. At this point, Elain has been on the page for over eight years and we are still waiting to fully see who she is and what she is capable of. That is a long time to wait. I believe a decent majority of SJM fans are more accustomed to high output romance authors, and less accustomed to fantasy authors that take decades or longer to finish their series. This is not a judgment at all, just based on my seeing a lot of people say they haven't picked up a book in years and then they picked up ACOTAR and now they are on booktok which is just like- consumption consumption consumption.

Elain has now had eight years to consistently be the most subtle character on page, while the two men she is in a love triangle with have developed absolutely rabid and feral obsession. (I include myself in this statement. It's not normal or chill how I feel about Azriel.) And then before Elain got the opportunity to have her book, a side character in her sisters became more beloved than her because it locked into our subconscious societal act of replacing women. And now even that character will have lived for at least four years, giving people way too much time to obsess and let their negative feelings towards Elain grow and grow and grow because she's either "in the way" of their favorite man ending up with a woman they like or "not being nice enough" to the man they are obsessed with.

*My eye roll is still travelling through space, avoiding an asteroid belt as it reaches the edge of the Milky Way*

I will admit that 8 years is a long time to have created such a build up around Elain's situation which has taken the driver's seat over her personal journey and character. I don't like it, but I also don't think it's completely shocking that it happened.

This is how women are treated. And it's not even just the characters, it's the authors. For fucks sake, do you know how many times I have seen a headline or comment that says Rebecca Yarros is going to dethrone Sarah J. Maas as the queen of romantasy? Like- what the fuck? Are we seriously saying there can only be one massively commercially successful female fantasy author at a time? Even though RY and SJM literally could not be more different as writers. There is hardly anything at all to compare between them.

That's exactly what people are saying.

Because people can only tolerate one woman at a time. SJM isn't writing fast enough or posting on instagram enough? Replaced. Elain hasn't done enough yet and revealed her character quickly enough before her book with Azriel? Nope. Replace her. I like G/wyn better. Replace, replace, replace.

Meanwhile George RR Martin, Patrick Rothfuss, Brandon Sanderson, and Scott Lynch just get to chill and vibe and take all the time they want and no one is threatening to replace them with another man. Their male characters get to live as long as they want them to and do whatever they want, good or bad, and audiences are not looking for a "better male character" or love interest to replace them with.

The only solution to this not continuing to happen is by not treating women as trends and only tolerating one type of woman at a time or only one woman's success or personality at a time.

It feels very, very far away.

And now I'm sad.

Sorry if I made you all sad.

I can't wait for Elain week tomorrow either way! 🥹😭

[onceuponastory]

taxi - bucky barnes x reader

In the backseat of the taxi When you told me we were only Two punch drunk souls all tangled in the wind And in the backseat when you asked me "Is the sadness everlasting?" I pulled you closer, looked at you and said "Love, I think it is" - Taxi by The Maine also thought this song fitted bc planes taxi too lmao

Plot: After their misunderstanding, Y/N tries to tell Bucky the truth...despite the roadblocks life keeps throwing their way. Pairing: Pilot!Bucky Barnes x FlightAttendant!Female!Reader Warnings: Angst and miscommunication... but a happy ending, cause it’s me. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This was written for @the-slumberparty‘s Writing Challenge from last week: write a continuation of a one-shot. So here’s a part two to my first Pilot!Bucky fic, Fear of Falling. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

For the rest of the day, Y/N stays in bed, trying to grapple with the night before. Bucky’s expression still haunts her, even now, consuming her every waking moment. Honestly, she’s surprised that she’s still functioning right now. Funnily enough, it feels like she’s been on autopilot since the night before, simply moving through the motions to appear like a normally functioning human. All she knows is that she has to tell Bucky the truth, but doesn’t even know how. And then, she remembers everyone is going to dinner tonight. Her hope rises. This could be her chance to finally make things right. 

When the time comes, she rushes downstairs. Everyone greets her, but Bucky only mumbles a ‘hello’. He refuses to make eye contact with her, and her heart sinks. She was hoping for a moment alone with him, but all this is doing is reinforcing her worst fear. Hopefully, he just needs a moment to think things over, and when she speaks to him later, it’ll all be okay. 

Yet, as the night wears on, that possibility fades more and more. She and Bucky barely speak more than a few pleasant words to one another, both unsure of what to do or say around each other after the night before. “Hey, we’re gonna stay out. Maybe we’ll catch a movie or something. You wanna come?” Sam asks when they’re finished dinner. Deep down, Y/N knows she should go. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? Is maybe having fun for a few hours with her friends really so bad? But then, she looks over at Bucky. He still isn’t making eye contact, acting like his shoes are the most interesting thing in the world. And the sight makes her heart sink once more. 

Turns out increasing Bucky’s heartbreak is the worst thing that could happen. 

“No, I’m good. I slept like shit last night, so I’m just gonna go back to my room. You guys have fun, though.” 

“Buck? How about you?” Bucky looks up, and his eyes meet hers for a fleeting moment. As his mouth slowly opens, a small twinge of hope registers in Y/N’s stomach. Maybe he’s considering coming back to the hotel with her. Maybe all hope is not lost, and she can explain everything. This could be their rom-com moment, when everything finally works out and-

“Yeah, that sounds good.” And then, all her hope shatters once more. Turning away sadly, Y/N begins the walk back to the hotel, not even waiting for the others to say goodnight. All she can focus on is trying not to cry.

Although, Y/N doesn’t notice how Bucky watches her as she leaves, his eyes lingering even when she disappears from sight.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next morning, Y/N stands outside Bucky’s door, ready to give things one last chance. “Bucky, can we talk?” she calls, the sound of her knock reverberating throughout the corridor. As she waits for him to open the door, her stomach churns and her heart pounds. She has no idea what to say to Bucky, or if he’ll even tell her he feels the same. When the door opens, she takes a breath of courage. Even if he doesn’t feel the same, the least she can do is tell him the truth.

Yet, all thoughts of that disappear when Bucky emerges, clad in his uniform and carrying his suitcase. The sight causes Y/N’s brows to furrow.

“Sorry, can we walk and talk? I got an urgent call. They need me to take a plane back to New York. My taxi’s almost here.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything from control. Did they say anything about needing me? I can go back to my room and be ready in like five minutes.” She asks, following him towards the lobby. Bucky sighs, running his hand through his hair. Y/N feels her stomach twist. She knows what the words will be before Bucky even says them.

“Sorry, it’s just me they need this time. I’ll see you around, okay?” He replies, and she nods furiously, staring at the floor. Because she knows if she makes eye contact with him, then she’ll crumble.

“Sure. Have a safe flight.” She somehow manages to get out, hoping Bucky doesn’t sense the pain in her words, or how she’s already seeing her vision beginning to blur. And with one last wave, Bucky’s gone. As she watches him leave, Y/N sinks into a chair, cuddling into herself. Her mind races with explanations for why Bucky would be called and not her, and she tries her best to ignore them. Although, one stands out. One she never wanted to think about. 

The thought that Bucky is intentionally avoiding her, taking another flight so he doesn’t have to see her, the source of his heartbreak. What happens when this flight is over? Will she see him again? What if he keeps avoiding her? As her mind continues to race, her heart pounding, another horrible thought enters her mind. Maybe he never wants to see her again. 

A sob escapes her lips then, and Y/N jumps up, speed walking to the elevator. She doesn’t even make it inside before breaking down in tears. Thankfully, it’s empty, meaning she can let out all her feelings before reaching her floor without being noticed. Trying to keep herself upright, Y/N feels her body tremble as it’s wracked with sobs. Once she’s back out, she practically sprints to her room, ignoring everything else around her. All she can think of is Bucky.

Slamming the door behind her, Y/N climbs into her bed, sinking into her mattress. Burying her face into a pillow, she continues to sob. Bucky’s face sticks in her mind, as does the look on his face when he first saw her phone. That sight still causes her heart to ache, even now. And what hurts even more is the fact she can’t do anything to make things better. At least, not now. All she can do is hope that this is just a one off, and that when she next sees Bucky, she can explain it all then.

Unfortunately, as she returns to her regular life, things don’t get much better. After seeing Bucky at least four or five a week, either in passing or on her flights, that number falls. Soon, she starts not seeing him at all. Her texts to him also go unnoticed, and when he does reply, they’re not as cheerful or as frequent as she’s used to. And that means she’s forced to ask others how Bucky’s doing rather than simply asking him. She’s not used to working like this. Being together is what she and Bucky do, what they’re used to. They fly together, as a team. They’ve always been a team. The only times they’ve been on separate flights are few and far between. Bucky is the one constant she has in her job, and she’s grown accustomed to always seeing his face on her flights, and his smile whenever she enters the cockpit. She’s never had to account for this, for being apart from him… especially after what happened.

As more and more weeks go by with no sign of Bucky, the horrible realisation sets in even more. Bucky is avoiding her. He doesn’t want to see her again. And despite how much that thought destroys her, Y/N knows she has to respect his wishes. So she stops trying, not wanting to cause pain to either of them. Or at least… no more than she already caused. Of course, people around her soon start to notice how she’s noticeably more upset, and how she’s clearly lost her spark. Especially Sam, who she explained the situation to after he found her crying in the pilot’s lounge after a flight. At least the silver lining in this situation is getting to see him more than she’s used to.

“I’ll talk to him for you, if you want.” He offers one day as she passes over his food. “I can tell him you want to explain and that he needs to answer his fucking phone.” Y/N shakes her head. 

“I’d love that… but no. If he still doesn’t want to talk to or see me even now, almost three months later, then I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to see me, Sam.” Sam raises a brow, and she sighs. “Has he blacklisted all the flights I’m on? Is he intentionally avoiding me?” Sam’s face softens.

“No Y/N, he’s not. Bucky could never and would never intentionally avoid you. He’s just been really busy recently.” She knows he’s lying to make her feel better. Why else would he not speak to her after all this? After she practically broke his heart? As she turns to leave, Sam’s voice sounds again. “He spoke about you the other week, actually.” His words send a jolt through her body, and she gasps.

“He did?” Sam nods.

“Mhm. He asked how you were, and if you were holding up. I think he’s missing you, too.” His words make her heart flutter, and a small smile grows on Y/N’s face. But then, the little voice of doubt speaks once more.

“So why doesn’t he just talk to me, then? I’m fed up with going through this pain, Sam. I just want it to stop!” She exclaims, sniffling.

“I know. I’ll talk to him. I promise.” He gives her hand a reassuring squeeze, and Y/N nods sadly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Later that week, Y/N stands outside Chicago’s airport, waiting for the taxi to take her to her hotel. Scrolling through her phone, she murmurs to herself, massaging her temples and trying to ignore how much her heels are pinching her toes. That was one of the worst flights she’s ever been on, full of demanding adults, screaming babies and a drunk guy who just wouldn’t stop staring at her tits. Hopefully, this taxi shows up soon, so she can get to her hotel and kick her heels off.

“Hey stranger. Fancy seeing you here.” A familiar voice laughs. Immediately, Y/N’s heart begins to pound. Bucky. 

His hair is a little longer than when she last saw him, a few tendrils falling in his face, which he brushes aside. Yet, he’s still got the same smile, the same eyes. He looks just as handsome as he always does. 

“Hi. How was your flight?”

“Good. Good.” Bucky nods. “How was yours?”

“Shit.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” Y/N wrestles with what to say to him. How to tell him the truth, that she’s always loved him and that being apart for so long has been horrific. Tell him that being apart from him for so long has been soul destroying. “Which hotel are you staying in?” Bucky asks, cutting through her thoughts.

“Same one as the last time we flew in together.” She doesn’t tell him that moment feels like a lifetime ago, and like they were both different people back then.  

“Oh, me too. What a coincidence.” Once again, silence falls amongst the pair. In an instant, she’s transported back to that night in their hotel bar, when they were both unsure of what to say to each other. Now, things are so much more different between them. If only she knew back then just how wrong everything would go.

Thankfully, a taxi soon pulls up. “After you.” Bucky gestures to the door. “I’ll wait for the next one.” Y/N shakes her head. 

“No, you take it. I don’t mind waiting.”

“Y/N, it’s freezing. You go.” He insists.

“You know… we’re both going to the same hotel, so it’s probably easier for us to ride together.” She suggests. “...That’s what the driver will say, anyway.” She stammers quickly. Of course, she’d love to ride with Bucky, despite how much her stomach is churning at the thought. All she can do is hope that he’s happy to see her too and that he wants to fix this just as much as she does. 

For a while, all the pair do is look out the window, each huddled into their corner of the taxi. Both are unsure of what to say and waiting for the other to make a move. Sometimes, they get close to it - one takes a breath, and the other turns to them, only for them to say “It’s nothing.”

That is, however, until: “Did you get my flowers? I hope you liked them.”

“Yeah. They were gorgeous. Thanks.” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair once more.

“Sam told me you were asking about me. He probably told you I missed you. And he’s right, I really do miss you.” Y/N nods, feeling a twinge in her chest. “Flying without you these past few months just isn’t the same. We have a lot of fun together, don’t we?” 

“We do. And I missed you too, Bucky. More than you’ll ever know.” As silence falls once more, she can see Bucky looking at her curiously, then glancing down at the floor before she can notice. She can tell what he wants pretty easily. After all, it’s the whole reason they stopped talking. He wants to ask her about her date. Y/N sighs. “Bucky, you don’t have to tiptoe around the question. Just ask me.” He looks up, startled, his cheeks flushing pink.

“I wasn’t, I-” He stammers at first. But then, he sighs once more. “I was just going to ask you how things were with you and… you know, dating.” Y/N takes a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Did you go out with that guy?”

“There never was a date. I didn’t go out with anyone. You got it all wrong.” He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“But I thought I saw-”

“All you saw was a guy liking my profile. And I turned him down. Actually, I turned them all down. Because they weren’t you, Bucky.” She scoots closer, closing the gap between them both as she looks into his blue eyes. The pair she’s missed for so long. “If you had stayed and listened, I was going to tell you that I love you. I always have. Every time I see you on the flight deck, I get so happy because I love seeing you. Your smile, your laugh… the way you can cheer me up on some of the worst days of my life. But no matter how hard I tried to connect with you, you never seemed to want me back, so I had a quick look at Tinder out of curiosity, which is what you saw. I’m sorry if I messed things up and confused you, but I tried to explain, and instead, you just ignored me for months! Sure, we’re busy in this job, but you couldn’t even send me one fucking text message?!” she demands as all her pain and anger from the past few months is finally released. 

“Oh, god.” Bucky groans, holding his head in his hands. Immediately, Y/N’s heart sinks, and she starts hoping for whatever higher power there is to open the ground and swallow her whole. Why did she have to unload on him like that here? And from the way Bucky reacted, only one thought is in her mind.

He doesn’t like her back.

“I’m not asking for you to feel the same. I just want to stop the pain, and feeling like you hate me.” She states. “If you don’t feel the same, just tell me. And then we can go back to being friends… or whatever we are now.” She speaks, her voice quiet. Bucky sighs. Months ago, even before all of this happened, if you had told Y/N that this is where she would be now, pouring out her feelings for Bucky in a fucking taxi, she would’ve thought you were crazy. And yet, here she is. 

“I do.” Bucky’s response comes out muffled at first, so quiet that she doesn’t hear it at first.

“I’m sorry?”

“I do like you back, Y/N. Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. You haven’t ruined anything, I have. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. Actually, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, but I’ve just been too scared to say anything. Seeing you on my flights makes me so happy, and the last thing I’d want is to lose you if you didn’t feel the same. When I saw that notification, I thought you didn’t feel me back, and I got so upset I wanted to be alone for a while. I didn’t want to intrude on your happiness, either, so I stayed away. Sam told me you were missing me, and I felt awful. I wanted to tell you the truth, but after being away from you for so long, I thought coming back out of nowhere would just make it worse.” He sighs. “I was only thinking about myself, and not how I was only making things worse.” He scoots over too, closing the gap between them both. “I’m so sorry I ruined everything between us. I’d understand if you never want to see me again.”

To his surprise, though, Y/N starts giggling slightly. “I’ve wanted to hear those words from you for as long as I can remember. And you’ve probably felt the same too. God, what are we like? We should’ve just told each other the truth from the beginning and saved ourselves all this mess.” At her words, Bucky starts laughing too.

“Yeah, we should’ve. Actually, Sam said he wanted to bang our heads together at one point.” He admits, and they both laugh. Hearing them both laughing together again causes a familiar, happy warm feeling to return to Y/N’s chest. Her love for Bucky Barnes. “At least now we can try to make things right.” He places his hand on top of hers, gently running one of his fingers along hers. “Can I take you out tonight to say sorry, and to start over?” Smiling, she nods.

“I’d love that.” Bucky brings her hand to his, gently pressing a kiss to it.

“Me too.” He smiles.

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[king-paimon]

Houseki no Kuni Chapter 106 Thoughts: Bon Voyage...

Hello all. I hope these last few months have been kind to you in some way. These months have been... a lot. Some very good things happened, and some very bad. I wish we lived in a world were tragedies were just fiction, but that sadly isn't the case. I won't elaborate, but I promise, I'm okay. I just hope 2024 improves, though I know for many others, just hoping isn't enough.

I'm sorry for this late post. Once again, real life had me so distracted that I honestly forgot about Houseki no Kuni's chapter coming out this month. I only remembered when I saw activity around my older HnK posts.

Well, I finished reading the chapter and it was very beautiful and sad in different ways. I'll share more of my thoughts, though I don't think it'll be as long or detailed as my previous ones to be honest... Though I could be wrong! We'll see how it fairs. And who knows? Maybe I'll make another post to dissect this chapter further. But for now, I'll just write whatever comes to mind and try to make it as coherent as possible. I hope you like it. And as always, please feel free to share your own thoughts!

Here we go!

Thunderous Spectacle: The Final Journey

Once again, Ms. Haruko Ichikawa decided to flex her art skills by making beautiful, bombastic illustrations that encapsulates the chaos that is happening on Earth. And the ship departing looks straight out of a sci-fi movie; my mind went to Star Trek when I first saw those pages. Maybe Dune would be more appropriate; I actually don't know, I haven't read or watched Dune, though I hear it's very good.

I wish I had more to say about the visuals for this chapter, but I think they speak for themselves. I will say though...It's moments like this when I marvel... this was originally about a silly gem child trying to find their place in the world. And this is how their journey is finally coming to an end. Almost nothing is recognizable. This certainly was not how I thought this story, or specifically Phos' story, was going to unfold. I wonder if this was Haruko Ichikawa's plan from the beginning? Who can say...

Speaking of plans... Let's talk about Phos's and Eyeball's conversation.

Manipulation or Consideration: Humanity's Parting "Gift"

That was an interesting conversation Eyeball and Phos had when they were finishing up putting the little pebbles onto the ship. I think I remember stating in the last post how I thought it was odd that the Lunarians had this ship prepared for Phos. I'm glad this was somewhat addressed, but the conversation reveals that there was more behind this literal Deus ex Machina ship.

(I will never stop calling it that)

So if I'm understanding Eyeball's logic, Adamant and the Lunarians were considering Phos in the end? That after Phos fulfilled their last duties to the remnants of humanity that they'd be given the chance to leave the planet with whatever species came about before the planet died- Oh. Wait.

Wait.

Was this the thing that Adamant and Aechmea were alluding to back in chapter 96???

Oh my goodness, I think it was.

As I was typing this and going over some of the saved pages I had from the previous chapters, I saw the one with Euclase and I suddenly remembered their weird conversation with Adamant and Aechmea. I also remembered wondering what the heck they meant in the later chapters since their plan for Phos seemed to only be self serving.

HUH.

( Please let me know if I'm way off! For all I know, I could be making stuff up, but oh my goodness, when I made that connection AAaahh)

This was not how this portion was originally going to go, but there you go. I was going to talk about how twisted but not surprising how calculated everything was from the the Lunarians and the other ruminants of humanity's end. And I was also going to mention how the Doctor also fit into this since she was also calculated and manipulative in her own ways. Despite the different forms it takes, humanity didn't seem to change much in this world...

I was also going to originally say that the Deus ex machina ship feels like a backhanded "gift" for Phos, especially after everything that happened to them. And though I still feel that way, after thinking back to chapter 96, I'm now starting to see Phos's perspective of this gift. That despite everything that they put them through, Phos's former families still left this parting gift for them so they could live on elsewhere after they are long gone and when Phos was free from their duties. It's still a backhanded gift in my opinion, but it showed that they cared... at least a bit.

And the fact that their plan also included Eyeball is just wow. I do not blame his small, comedic outburst for that realization. He was manipulated too from the getgo!

At least in the end, Phos chose not to go into the ship. Phos intended to burn that bridge. Even though this thought was implanted by Sensei, Adamant, and the Lunarians, Phos still made that choice on their own and they are owning it. It's bittersweet, though, because regardless of whether or not they stayed or went, Phos's decisions were still a result of them being manipulated one way or another. Pretty much a lose-lose kind of situation, but at least the choice that Phos chose in the end still aligned with what they wanted in they end.

They are giving Eyeball and the little pebbles a chance for a fresh start while Phos can finally end the cycle... By taking humanity and himself to bitter end...

Or does he?

Goodnight, Phosphophyllite

The final farewell between Phos and Eyeball was touching. In a last minute decision to give Phos closure and in an act of true salvation, Eyeball took the last piece of Phos with him. The true remaining piece of Phosphophyllite. To me, this action felt more earnest and heartwarming than the Deus Ex Machina Ship (but that's just me).

What will happen with that piece of Phosphophyllite? Who knows? Maybe that piece will gain sentience and live a peaceful life with the pebbles? A life free of all the constraints as well as the freedoms that was intentionally and unintentionally reinforced within societies created by the former remnants of humanity? I suppose we'll have to wait and see.

As for the Phos that was left behind? The Phos that we've watch evolve from the beginning to end? They will finally rest.

They will finally, and truly be free.

(Albeit in a seemingly not so pleasant way?? Well, they weren't complaining so maybe the lava and other harsh elements isn't hurting them. I hope that's the case.)

I had the feeling that this chapter will be the last time we see Phos, or at least this version of Phos, and it would be a sad but proper send off.

But after seeing THIS at the end, I'm not so sure:

Of course Haruko Ichikawa decides to be cheeky with that little note. Ma'am. Why did you say this???

Is this her roundabout way of saying that Phos is kind of back to square 1? Of being the lonely, jobless Phos who no longer has a purpose and is left with nothing to do but "think." That's pretty funny/messed up joke if that's what she's hinting at.

But again, we'll have to wait and see.

WELP. That's all I have for you all. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings and I'd love to hear what you thought about this chapter. We're nearly at the end of this saga. We're are almost there...

Please be worth it.

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

hello again! sorry to invade your ask box again but i’ve just finished reading your latest work and it made me wonder about how the academy works in district 4. how to you imagine it works? do kids sign up or how to do they get involved? how do they pick who goes that year? sorry, that might be too many questions!

Hi! No worries I love getting asks so thank you <3

I was actually just thinking about this so I’m glad you asked! So first of all I just have to clarify something, I've seen that some people don't think of district 4 as a "real" career district, but I think they absolutely are. Whereas 1 and 2 believe in bringing honor to their districts, 4 trains kids because they want to save as many people as possible.

My headcanon is that Mags developed Four's career academy, and we know that Mags doesn't support the Capitol or the Games. So I think her rationale was that sending trained 18 year olds into the arena is better than just relying on chance; not only are the untrained kids safe, but even the volunteers are able to live until 17 or 18 years old as opposed to dying at 12. It still sucks, but it's the best they can do, and I think that's 4's reasoning for training their kids.

Anyway back to your actual question! This is all a loose understanding of the Academy and things could totally change, but right now I have it set up like this:

Kids join from ages 7-11. They could be recommended by parents or teachers, or just have an interest in joining. Also there is a small stipend that families get if their kids train, so that's an incentive for them to enter their kids. At this point, training is just a casual after school activity, like sports.

At age 12, training takes up more time, although kids are still living with their parents and going to school. This is when a lot of people leave because training is getting harder, or parents may pull their kids out if they don't want them to actually go into the arena.

From ages 12-15, students go through routine (maybe once or twice a year) examinations on everything they will need to know for the arena. Meanwhile, the staff (not sure what to call them - trainers?) are observing the students and cutting people from the program.

By the time the students are 16, there are about five girls and five boys left. This is the last chance to back out because at 16 they start training full time. They no longer go to school and they live at the Academy instead of with their parents. From 16-17, the ten students are still training and doing exams, although nobody else is getting cut from the program until they officially pick the volunteers.

At age 18, the students are called seniors. They do a final exam that will help the teachers decide who will go into the arena, and this exam takes place around two weeks before the reaping. The night before the reaping is when they decide who will actually volunteer.

The only people who know who the volunteers will be are the teachers and the ten senior students. Although rumors can travel fast, it usually stays pretty ambiguous until they actually volunteer. This way, if somebody chokes and doesn't volunteer, they don't get shamed by the district.

This is really interesting to think about and I'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts! Thank you for the ask Lily :)

[ananke-xiii]

I started writing about resurrection because, to me, the “Mary Winchester is complete” excuse in S14 is bullshit and the same goes for Billie and her “life’s unfair but what can you do?” speech to Rowena in S13. I’ve talked a little bit about Rowena and soonish I’ll post something about Mary because “About Mary, never enough”. But, before that, I need to say something about Chuck and Amara… and Oskar.

Mary’s death is, of course, once again a catalyst for plot advancement but, in this reading of mine about resurrection, it’s also the straw that breaks the camel’s back for Chuck. Because, after all, souls are “complicated even for him” but, more importantly: “even if I could, would you really want -- I mean, after what he did?”. It’s the switch between the “I could”, the “would you want it?” and the final “what he did” that signals the lie for me. In other words, Chuck just doesn’t want Mary back. So, of course, I must ask: why? Before answering, one little thing must be taken into account.

Now that the show’s over we know that Chuck is a hands-off God only when it comes to humanity minus Sam and Dean. After all, their story is the show’s story so this totally makes sense within this framework. But if I follow this line of reasoning, I find two very specific plot-points that wouldn’t really make sense for S14-S15-Chuck… or would they? I’m talking about Amara and Jack, perhaps the only two entities that have the possibility to end his own personal story. To me, the things are two: either Chuck willed their appearance in the story or they were collateral damage that he thought he could handle (and, in part, he wasn’t 100% wrong).

The first scenario fits my interpretation of Chuck as a gambling addict who has very, very deep and dark desires of complete annihilation. It’s a take that renders Chuck a more interesting character but it diminishes other characters’ relevance in the story. But it’s still possible and one day I’ll perhaps write about this in more details.

If Amara and Chuck are collateral damage, however, it means that it’s not just Sam, Dean and Cas who defy predestination but also… Rowena and Lucifer. Their actions (the destruction/creation of a “child”)(I know neither Oskar nor Jack really are “children” but I’m speaking more in archetypical terms rather than actual, factual ones, perhaps “Son” is a more appropriate word) aren’t God’s will, therefore they have de facto a very prominent role in Chuck’s narrative.

I’ll be honest with you, I have something written about Lucifer, Kelly and Jack that I don’t know if I’ll ever post because it’s a bit intense and I hate everything that Buckleming, or whatever they’re called, have done with that particular storyline. It’s both very uncomfortable and comical which makes things even worse. Also, I’ve been meaning to write about Oskar and Rowena for a while now so I think it’s fair to focus on them.

I’ve said that I’d have preferred if it were “Death’s death” that opened Amara’s cage and not the spell from the Book of the Damned but that’s just wishful thinking. The reality is that the cage was opened because Rowena finished the spell for the “cure” of the Mark of Cain, i.e. she metaphorically killed/sacrificed her soul in exchange for her freedom (oh, Rowena! The fact that something very different, yet very similar will happen again in S15 will forever sadden me). The last ingredient of the spell recites as follows: The caster's heart: The life of the thing the spell caster loves most. “Life” here means “blood” while the “caster’s heart” is, symbolically, Rowena’s soul because she basically must kill her “heart” for the spell to work. Which means that, without her heart, she’ll be “lifeless”, "soulless". It's "an eye for an eye" type of "exchange" (hello Equalizer/Hammurabi). It’s a really, really high price to pay for her physical freedom and for her metaphorical and unaware, brief freedom from Chuck’s narrative.

Who’s Oskar? He’s the child of the Polish family that gave shelter to Rowena, possibly the only people in her whole, sad story that ever showed true compassion for her. Oskar was sick at the time so Rowena cured him thanks to a spell (remind you of something?) and also gave him immortality (this is a bit weak and it’s clearly there because Rowena is 300 years old or something so they had to justify Oskar’s existence in the world, lol, me not like)(Wishful thinking, again: Oskar’s story could’ve been so much more interesting if he had, I don’t know, more than two scenes in the whole season).

My friend Wikipedia tells me that “Oscar” means “deer-loving one” or “friend of deer” and it’s the name of a character in Irish mythology of which, I’m afraid, I’m very ignorant so I cannot tell you much (here the Wikipedia page if you care). What’s more, it’s also the name of the dead son in “The Poems of Ossian” by Scottish poet James Macpherson. I only remember vaguely from my high school years that the Ossian cycle was much discussed because many believed it was a hoax? I don’t really remember much but it’s “nice” to notice that the writers took the trouble to associate Rowena, who’s Scottish, with a Scottish poem. Not that we needed it but it’s a huge foreshadowing because Oscar is, in the poem, a “dead son”, but it also shows that they at least put some care when they were crafting her story and this consoles me a little bit.

But Oskar decides to re-name himself as Seth and this is another huge red flag because Seth is Adam and Eve’s third son after Cain and Abel. The fact that Oskar/Dead Son/Seth/Third Brother is sacrificed by Rowena basically means that Sam/Abel won’t be killed by Dean/Cain (in case we needed further proof but okay, I like it). He is, from a narrative function pov, S10’s very own Adam Milligan, Macleod edition.

Oskar's life and Rowena’s soul are sacrificed because they are the price to pay to remove the Mark on Dean’s forearm. But since the Mark is not passed down to anybody, the cage is opened and Amara is “born” into the world as a… baby. A baby who eats souls to grow up. She’s a soul eater. Unlike Chuck and his lies, souls are not that complicated for Amara. By the end of S11 and after having consumed a good number of human souls, Amara gifts Dean with Mary. She resurrects Mary as a gift. Body and soul, the full package. Which is interesting because Billie clearly says from the beginning of S11 that, from now on, what's dead stays dead. Cough, cough, cough. So someone is not following the rules and this time it's not Sam, Dean, Cas nor even Chuck but it's Amara.

So Amara’s relationship with souls is quite… uncomplicated? She needs them, she gets them. She thinks Dean needs his mother, she gives her to him. Although I find it very telling that Amara is depicted solely as an agent of destruction while it’s her “missing” half, Chuck, her brother, who’s got the task of creation. She can, however, re-create her brother’s creation. I have to highlight this because in S11 another notable cage gets opened and Lucifer also runs free in the world. Again. By S12 he’ll also share his father’s fantasy of solely male creation ( while Kelly is unfortunately characterized from day 1 as the real, ultimate, disposable vessel).

I think Rowena and Lucifer managed to escape Chuck’s controlling narrative simply because… Chuck didn’t pay any attention to them. Didn’t care about them. Sam understands that Chuck is a huge scam, a hoax if you will, and he calls him “stupid and crazy”. Chuck's not interested in Sam's story and that'll cost him a bullet in the shoulder. His obsession with the “Dean kills Sam” plot totally distracted him from the underlying, compelling story linking Rowena, Oskar, Amara, Lucifer, Sam, Mary, Kelly and Jack. Which is the story of the expendables, the "sacrifices", the vessels, the enslaved and the caged. Chuck's narrative focuses, on the other hand, on the ones who, supposedly, should perpetrate violence.

Which is a bit of a pity because, the other side of it, it's the story of the birth and rebirth of the Rejected "Evil" which, in a wonderful paradox, is also the story of the Soul. It's not a morally flat story, mind you, because the Soul is definitely not the Good That Wins, she's starving, constantly mistreated, abused and nevertheless always there, the Real Immortal, peeking out, terrific and absolute, enraged, bruised, aching, demanding to be listened. It’s really, really too bad that the Soul won’t make it by the end of the show. Because, we’re told, She’s complete. I say bullshit.

[peachymilkandcream]

Hello! Can I please request a scenario with really, REALLY heavy BDSM. Like, Levi has planned a really special and long night for them. He had been pining after her for years, afterall. So now that he finally has her, he wants to experiment anything and everything on her. Evelyn is less than thrilled about it. Here are some kinks I would like for you to add: Bondage, humiliation, degradation, sadism, nipple play, clit torture, edging, dacryphilia, mind breaking, and cum play ( you can add more if you want these are just from the top of my head.) He also has set up multiple mirrors around them so she can see how he has turned her into his little fucktoy, how mercilessly he humiliates her and uses her. He has brought plugs and gags so that all her holes are filled at all times. He also fucks all of her holes and fills every single one of them with his cum. After filling her completely he plugs her again and covers the rest of her body with his cum, especially her face. By the middle of it, she is so fucked out that she can't even talk, can't even think or keep her eyes open. But he forces her to watch anyway.

Levi x Evelyn -> Nothing But Pain

(A/N: Thank you so much for the request Anon! I'll try to incorporate as much as I can and we'll see how far we get! ^^)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi wanted tonight to be special, tonight marked their one month anniversary of being married. The best month of his entire life. After they had first gotten married sex had been nothing but holding her down, pounding her until he came and then falling asleep after. It had been that way because he was more focused on filling her as soon as possible and nothing else. Now he wanted to take his time and make her feel everything. As she sat across from him sipping her tea he tried to hide his devious smirk. Inside the tea he had put a little something to make her fall into a light sleep, just enough so he had time to set everything up. She had no idea, a twinge of guilt fills him until he quickly shoos it away, it was her fault after all, a month into marriage and she wasn't pregnant yet, he could hardly be blamed.

He steals glances up at her for some time until her eyelids droop and eventually he hears her soft breathing. Quickly he gathers her up in his arms, bringing her upstairs and stripping her, mentally holding himself back from touching her just yet, he wanted her to be completely conscious as he took her.

Everything is done as silently as he can, he moves large mirrors all around the room so that she can see from every angle. Her arms are bound to the headboard with his belt, and her legs are spread and held in place with bits of spare rope.

Once he's finished he's about to place the smelling salts under her nose when he spies a bottle in his dresser drawer. Pulling it out, he examines the bottle, half full of the aphrodisiac he had used on her some time ago. He took a moment to weigh the pros and cons before opening the cork and downing the rest in one go.

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Evelyn wakes slowly, trying to stretch but noticing her arms and legs feel heavy and unmovable. As she comes to her senses she takes in her surroundings, the restraints, mirrors, and Levi standing in front of her stroking his erect dick, oozing precum from the tip.

"What's going on Levi-"

"Shh. Don't say anything. Just let me look at you for a minute."

She pulls down on the bonds, fear filling her as she realizes she can't move them. "This isn't funny Levi- untie me right now."

Levi huffs in annoyance, clearly upset he has to give up masturbating to deal with her complaints. Without another word he stuffs her panties in her mouth, making Evelyn wince at the cold and tangy discharge touching her tongue.

He's so aroused it looks like the sight of her alone will make him cum. "Look at you...such a little slut and so eager for me."

With one of his hands he reaches down and pinches her nipple, making her squeak in pain and try and pull back.

"What you don't like that?" Both hands pinch and pull at her nipples, bringing tears to her eyes, it hurt, so why was she feeling slickness on her thighs?

He continues to pull on her nipples, amused by the way they get hard with any stimulation. When he's through he lowers his head and licks them, swirling his tongue around and sucking on them gently, making her think he was switching his tone and being gentle with her. However that's forgotten when he bites and nibbles all over her breasts, making her whine and writhe against the restraints.

Annoyed with her noise he reaches down and pinches her clit. "Shut the fuck up."

Her cries don't stop as he focuses his attention on abusing her clit, grabbing it and squeezing until Evelyn's tears soak her cheeks. Only then does he stop, satisfied by how puffy and swollen both her clit and nipples are for now.

Levi pulls out two plugs made of smooth and hard glass, her mouth was taken care of so it only left two holes for him to fill. Using saliva as the only lube he cared to use, he slicked up her ass, probing his finger inside of it, earning soft gasps and moans from her.

"You're so transparent, disgusting bitch, you love it when I finger you like this don't you?"

She shakes her head no, only to be met with Levi pushing the plug in all at once, causing her to cry out, her hole squeezing around the new object, whether to force it out or pull it in deeper neither knew.

The other one was set aside for now, Levi only wanted the best semen to impregnate her, which is why that's what he'd be filling first.

"Watch." Is all he says, it comes out more like a threat, so Evelyn turns her head to watch to avoid more of his torture.

Levi pushes into her cunt all at once, nearly making her close her eyes in bliss, the welcome change from her burning clit was welcome, especially when he filled her to the brim like that.

"Look at you, squeezing around me just because I graced you with my cock. Can't you be grateful you stupid whore and enjoy the shit I give you? Your body was made for me, your pussy welcomes me in every time to pound you since you're always so damn needy, wanting to be drunk off my dick at all times."

Evelyn can't find it in her to try and argue, to try and fight back, mesmerized by the sight of him on top of her, slapping his hips into hers with such determination. It was different this time, she felt so full with him and the plug inside her, part of her even wished the plug was bigger.

Her body always betrayed her, knowing what was being done to her but still bringing her to the edge anyway, the familiar coil twisting in her, just as it threatened to break Levi pinched her clit again, distracting her from the pleasure and ruining her orgasm. She looked at him in disbelief as he forced himself all the way in and filled her cunt to the brim, oozing out from around him it was so much.

She thought that at least it was over once he pulled out an sealed the cum inside her with another plug. However he still had that hungry look in her eyes, and as she felt him tug until the anal plug slipped out she knew her wish for something bigger there was about to come true.

Spit, cum, and arousal slicked him up enough to slip in. She'd never felt him fully in her ass before, at first it hurt and felt weird but soon she was moaning into her gag as he stretched her hole. Her pussy clenched and trembled around the plug, throbbing with arousal. How everything he did sent such pleasure through her was astounding, something was off about him, usually he outlasted her by a long stretch but now he was just hammering into her mercilessly, trying to climax as soon as possible.

It doesn't take him long, shooting in so far it almost feels like he's in her stomach when she knows very well that he's not. The hot cum there feels different than in her womb where she's used to feeling it, she felt warm and full and satisfied.

When he pulls out and returns the plug he's still hard, his body dripping sweat. "All filled with my cum, adorable." He yanks the gag out of her mouth, wiping his dick with it before pushing his full length into her mouth.

Without mercy he fucks her throat, muttering under his breath for her to "fucking take it, take all of you you greedy cunt."

Tears spring into her eyes as she gags on his length, she doesn't even have a chance to do anything to him, only being able to take him fucking her throat until he filled her belly with his semen, coating her insides all the way down. He returns the gag, and all she can taste is cum, arousal, and herself. It's salty, and strange but part of her likes the taste, part of her craves it. She's fucked out of her mind but his aggression and lingering threats make her keep watching.

He rubs his dick between her breasts, humping her mounds, desperate for release. Every little thing is making him cum, Evelyn finds her self painted with white. From her breasts, thighs, stomach, all of it drips with cum when he's through. His semen coats her face, globs dripping down her chin and into her hair. It's almost comforting, covered in him, covered in warmth. Comforting to be someones. Even his.

[spinningwebsandtales]

The Shape of You Pt. 4

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Murderous thoughts, mentions of assault (Ian’s a jerk guys), suggestive themes, mentions of blood, and lots of fluff

Word Count: 8.4k

Part 1: here  Part 2: here  Part 3: here Part 5: here Part 6: here

Taglist: @the-marshals-wife @msghostface @cavern-creature @101killer   @izumima

(A/N:) Hello readers and followers of this series! I am back...finally! Thank you all so much for your patience as my busy season is over (still really busy but not as bad)! So I’m hoping that I can start writing more often and keep this series going as I still have no idea when it’s going to end cause I still have plenty of ideas and am just having fun with the whole thing! This is also the longest chapter to date and I am really pleased with the way it turned out! So once again thank you for waiting and without further ado part 4! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The hot water gushed from the shower head and you stepped into the water trying to calm your hammering heart. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from Michael. You could understand why he wasn’t so fond of closed doors, but you didn’t think about it being a problem in your own home. Privacy was something you hadn’t thought much about since you moved out of your childhood home and lived alone. It was going to take some time to get used to having a roomie, especially one like Michael who had yet to realize how much the world had changed while he was surrounded by white walls and iron shackles. You shivered despite the hot water at the thought of what could possibly happened to Michael behind those sterile walls.

 You shook your head spraying water droplets everywhere, vowing that you would help Michael forget all the horrible things that had happened to him in those many years he was locked away. You wanted to let him live as normal a life as possible as he stayed with you. Maybe you could buy a private fence so he could go outside? Maybe some blackout curtains too? Though you were sure those may raise suspicion from your too curious neighbors. You snorted at the idea of Michael wearing a fake mustache too, but that option was out of the question. A routine would come from the madness eventually, you decided. But you knew you couldn’t spend too long in the bathroom before Michael would come looking for you, and him seeing you naked once already this evening was enough. You squeezed shampoo onto your hand and scrubbed at your hair, while going back to trying to think of ideas that would help you both more than hinder one another. It’s possible Michael could come up with something too you thought while letting all cares go down the drain along with the suds.

Meanwhile Michael paced the living room restlessly as he waited for you to finish. It was taking everything in him to abide by your wishes and leave you some privacy, unlike what he had just pulled mere moments before. He was having a hard time understanding how anyone could take a shower longer than just a few minutes, back at the Sanitarium they didn’t give the patients long to cleanse themselves at all. It was a rush in and a rush out and clothing was on in moments afterwards soaking up the remaining water. Relaxing showers was something that he was not familiar with but when the water finally shut off and steam billowed out with your exit, his heart begin to beat faster seeing you more relaxed and wearing comfy pajamas. Your hair was still wet plastered against your flushed cheeks and a cozy aurora seemed to surround you, Michael had never seen anyone so beautiful until this moment.

  “Sorry it took me so long,” you grinned sheepishly. “Guess I was just needing a moment to relax in a hot shower.”

Michael looked away, a reddish tint in his cheeks while you sighed guessing his talkative streak was now over. You brushed his hand when you walked by still toweling your dripping hair before sitting on the couch in a huff.

“Well if you’re not gonna talk to me you might as well sit and watch some TV with me before I go to bed. Tomorrow is Friday and then I’ll have the weekend off to stay here with you.”

Michael, still stubbornly biting his tongue, strode across the room calmly before taking a seat right next to you. You had your arm resting up on the armrest and chin placed in your palm while you changed channels rapidly trying to decide what to watch. You didn’t see Michael staring at you, enamored by just you alone. Your still wet skin glistening in the dim living room lamp light, your soft hair still sticking to your cheek and neck, and your legs curled up against your body like you were trying to keep warm. You finally decided on a channel still ignoring Michael stubbornly. Was it childish? Absolutely! Did you care? Not particularly. You sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden intrusion in your face. One second you’re watching a late night comedy and the next a Michael had his face stuck right into yours.

“Are you mad?” He asked like a child that needs consoling from his mother.

You breathed out relaxing your stiff posture, “No just irritated I guess. I really liked talking with you. I shouldn’t act so childish cause you don’t know. We’re still learning about one another and it’s not fair of me to shut you out.”

He raised an eyebrow his sightless eye unwavering while his one good one searched deep within you.

“Figuratively and literally.” You giggled. He moved closer shushing your giggles and nervous chatter. You could have sworn he was going to kiss you when he moved a lock of hair before brushing his nose against yours. You squeaked hiding your face with your pajama sleeves trying to hide the affect he had on you. Michael could tell that you were embarrassed, as he did it again before moving your legs to sit on the floor and nestling his head in your lap to where he could watch TV comfortably. You let Michael do whatever while still hiding yourself from him, you could tell he was moving you around some but until weight hit your lap did you finally look. You could have started laughing again seeing such a big man barely fitting on the couch with his long legs over the side and his brown curls upon your pants. He paid no mind in what you were doing just enjoying himself in a way that was foreign to him. It couldn’t be more perfect though you were sitting quite stiff until he yawned. If Michael could be this at ease you were going to do your best to feel the same. You relaxed your shoulders first trying to focus on the story line of the show before you knew it you were threading your fingers through his hair and tracing the scar across his eye and cheek. Now it was Michael’s turn to stiffen up as he looked up in bewilderment.

“Sorry,” you apologized quickly removing your hand from his person.

“Again,” Michael replied grasping your hand and putting it back upon his scalp. As you petted and scratched at his wonderfully soft hair he practically purred like a kitten, clearly content in you pampering him in this way. You smiled, happy that he was enjoying himself though you were embarrassed by your sudden rash behavior. Well as rash as someone who was petting the hair of a man she barely knew in her own home. Michael seemed to be enjoying it so you couldn’t bring yourself to stop no matter how red your cheeks were.

Michael watched the TV with a content air. Sure they had televisions in the Sanitarium where the patients could play cards, watch said TV, color, and anything else that could occupy a sick mind. But Michael was mostly kept in isolation from others as punishment. As a man that intrigued doctors from all over the country all he could do was stay in his room and tolerate whatever test or needle they wanted to subject him to. Now here he was sitting on a couch in a nice home, nestled in the lap of an attractive woman stroking his dark curly hair, watching TV. He loved every second that he was getting to enjoy, but a part deep inside told him not to get comfortable. He was never meant for this type of life and everything would come to a horrific fiery end. The voice told him that he wasn’t worth anything and that he would bring ruin upon you like he had brought upon his family and the little town of Haddonfield. The monster inside lay dormant, satisfied from his last outing but it waited patiently to feast once more. Would he kill you in a fit of rage? Would it demand you to become a sacrifice upon the altar that he created to lay waste to the pit he once called home? He looked up watching you laugh at a one-liner on the show and he knew right then he could never do to you what he had done to others. You were different. You saw a man before you, wounded and alone. Where no one even took the time to attempt to get to know him and here you were opening everything up to him despite the danger he imposed. If his doctors knew they would probably want to study you. The protective side of the beast flared up thinking of them doing all the things that they did to him and doing them to you. His nails dug into the scarred palms of his hands breaking the skin a little making a few blood droplets well up. He looked again vowing to protect you from anything, if he had to go down at any point and time he would not take you with him. You would remain unscathed, his little world of perfection unmarred for all eternity until he could return or if death came for him. 

But for now he would silence the doubt and cherish any moment he could with you. Living life to the fullest and seeing what any chance of a life he could live with you, even if it was just a night in watching TV. It was the best night he could ever remember. It was like that all the times before this moment, when he found some form of satisfaction in the screams and the sprays of blood this outweighed them all. He could barely remember such scenes of gory bliss at every caress of your gentle hand. Without thought you moved from his hair down to his cheek, tracing the strong lines of his jaw, down towards his muscular neck. Michael moaned at the touch realizing just what a hold you had upon him. You jolted backwards ripping your hand from him once more causing him to pout cutely.

“Sorry,” you apologized again. He was really beginning to hate that word and he was about to make you promise to stop saying it and do whatever you wanted. He was tired of you walking on eggshells around him. Everyone else did that and he was not prepared to deal with that from you as well. He scoffed sitting up and leaving the comfort of your warm lap. He blocked the TV once more with his head leaving just enough space where you wouldn’t freak out but he stared intensely. He inched closer his knee touching your thigh all thoughts of the show now abandoning ship at the sight of you. He grasped your hand tracing the smaller digits with his large finger, your soft skin a stark contrast against his rough calloused skin. He brought it to his cheek showing you that he was more than okay with whatever you wanted to do with him. The bristle of his unshaven face tickled your hand but you loved the scratch of the coarse hair against you. He moved down wards to where you had touched his neck earlier letting the warmth linger there on his skin. He had scars there too where he had fought just to keep going, but he would gladly gain more scars if it meant that they were in protection of you. He let you linger there letting you get comfortable with the motions before bringing your hand back up, this time more towards his mouth. The warm air that puffed past his plush lips brushed against your fingers causing you to shiver. Michael grinned mischievously at your reaction bringing your pointer to his mouth and kissing it smoothly. Your breath caught causing you to hiccup at his sudden boldness.

 He kissed every digit leaving not one jealous of the other before kissing your palm. It was all so sudden and you didn’t know how to react to this difference in character. So you just sat there in shock letting Michael explore his newfound courage while you drowned in the waves of pleasure. No man had ever made you feel this way, no man had ever taken this much interest in you. Always hunting for a score it seemed like whenever they showed any little signs of interest. Ian’s only lot in life was to bed every woman in the office. So far a few have only turned a nose towards his advances and you refused to be another notch on his bedpost. But Michael, he was different as you were beginning to realize more and more. Though a breed of his own, Michael seemed to know where your boundaries lie and took care not to cross them. Michael looked up from his ministrations from your hand to look upon you with an impassioned look in his chocolate brown eye. He gauged your reactions, penetrating deep within the core of your being. This is what tenderness felt like. This was what caring meant to him. He never experienced such things until you opened up, you allowed him inside and now that he was here he was drunk. Not only on this simple little life that you lead and let him taste but drunk upon you and the person you showed him to be. You weren’t the average run of the mill girl he had seen on his Halloween excursions, no you were different. There was a little fear in your body of him, but that was a natural reaction to a stranger you barely know. It takes years just to scratch the surface of a human but Michael liked to think that he knew more about you than you did of him. Mostly because he had a hard time opening up but he could tell just how good of a person you are and that you were more than willing to search him, get to know him, and maybe even possibly love him in time.

“Michael,” you swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “Michael please.”

You didn’t know what you wanted from him but it terrified you the way you were feeling at his tender mouth nibbling at your wrist. Michael could tell you were getting uncomfortable with his movements and though he rather not stop he couldn’t push you. He didn’t believe that he could deal with you shutting him out and leaving him on his own. So with one final soft timid kiss he laid your hand back down on your thigh before brushing a rough knuckle against your cheek. You sucked in a breath as the couch moved with him getting up, the heaviness lifted off of both you and the furniture as you saw his retreating broad back go down the hallway.

Michael shut the door to the bathroom completely, needing the solitude just this once before sliding down to sit on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. He pressed the heels of his hands into his temples trying to calm his raging heartbeat and the rolling feeling in his stomach. He needed more of you, wanted more of you and he had to calm himself down before he crossed a line that he could never take back. It was so much easier when he didn’t care for anyone, he took from them but he couldn’t take from you. He couldn’t bear to see the same look of his victims cross your face or your precious blood splattered. Deep inside he could tell that the hunger he was feeling now is completely different from the one several times before. This was unexplored territory for him and it was going to take him some getting used to without acting upon it as he learned a little self control.

You sat there frozen on the couch once Michael disappeared and you waited with bated breath to see what could possibly happen next. When Michael didn’t reappear several minutes later you uncrossed your legs and rose from the couch. Your curiosity was quickly becoming overwhelming as you hoped that you hadn’t crossed a line making him stop. You felt silly for getting so flustered, Michael had never had anyone care about him or what could happen to him so of course some form of attraction would bloom in a place that had once been a desert so barren not even a cactus would grow. Your heart fluttered the closer you came to the bathroom, but as per usual Michael was quiet behind the doors. Part of you wanted to just open the door and check on him but another part was embarrassed by the way you handled everything and wanted to hide.

 Unfortunately the cowardly part of you won out and you just left him there and went to go hide in your bedroom until you managed to calm down some. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so awkward in the morning? It was getting pretty late anyway so it wouldn’t seem like you just ran away to hide after everything that happened would it? You sighed giving up and closing your bedroom door where it was open just a crack. You didn’t even bother to turn on your lamp or the overhead light as you knew your bedroom well enough not to trip or stub a toe. Your body and mind seemed numb as you tried registering everything. Life had always been simple, you didn’t like problems or anything new and then all of a sudden you throw your life into chaos with one man and everything started to spiral. Jumping from the floor to face plant into the several pillows littered across the top of the bed you screamed to vent the frustration. You screamed and screamed in abandon just hoping and praying that Michael couldn’t hear your meltdown happening. It didn’t take long for you to exhaust yourself and fall asleep. Surely you could leave nows problems to a tomorrow you. A well rested tomorrow you anyway.

Michael grew tired of hiding out from you after he was able to muster up some semblance of calmness. He wasn’t sure if you had waited so long for him so it didn’t surprise him when he stepped out to see the majority of the lights turned off and your bedroom door almost completely shut. He could hear your soft snores and it made him sigh. He regretted leaving your side, he shouldn’t have left so you both could work through what just happened. But once again you both ran away from feelings you both weren’t familiar with. Should he go on and lay down to try and sleep? Yes. Was he going to listen to reason? No. If he was worried about waking you up it was far from his mind as he made his way down the hall. Your bedroom door barely made a sound as he opened it up to see you snuggled deep in your blankets. While it wasn’t the first time he watched you sleep he couldn’t help but feel it was a little different then the last time. You seemed so peaceful and at ease. Sure you didn’t know he was there but he never got tired of seeing you in any form. Your pink lips parted, breathing softly in and out as you dozed. The clock at your bedside keeping the time while illuminating your features in it’s low light. He knelt down at your bedside really taking you in, this moment he felt was one of the most important in his life. He tried getting as close as possible without dragging himself into your bed and laying on your mattress.

 He barely made a dent in the cushions surrounding you as he gently stroked the hair from your face. A strand caught on the edge of your lips that invited him in with the plush pink skin. He shook his head knowing that he had to wait for you both to be of sound mind in deciding to kiss together, but the temptation remained there, a siren song drawing him in, so he distracted himself with your hands. So much smaller and softer than his he couldn’t imagine something in the world as soft as you. What lives his took yours created, that’s why he was so fascinated with each digit, every crease, every line in your fingerprint. Every part of you was absolute perfection to him, though he couldn’t tell you that just yet in worry that he would move too fast. How did you hold a paint brush? How did your digits grip a pencil? These were the things he longed to learn about you. He wanted to see your creation process that brought such beauty into the world. Though your paintings still couldn’t compare to you in these quiet moments that he always longed for while you were away. He needed you with him and it felt like a part of himself went missing every time you left. Yes you couldn’t stay with him every waking moment but Michael couldn’t stop himself for wishing it anyway. He sighed softly still stroking the warm skin on the back of your hand. You didn’t even stir as he leaned closer to take in every detail from your face. Every beauty mark, every mole, scar, wrinkle. What you probably saw as flaws and hated them, he saw perfection and loved every little piece about you. A pure snow freshly fallen while his life was more like a war zone, pockmarked with terrors and horrible things he’s done.

 How he deserved to even know you let alone be this close and touch you, he couldn’t answer. Michael doubted the smartest doctors he had known couldn’t figure out why the universe deemed him worthy to be by your side. He savored every second until his eyes began to drift close. He fought tooth and nail to keep from going to sleep so he could enjoy every moment with you unsuspecting. But he could fight it no longer and lost the fight. Michael fell asleep on the floor by your bed unable to bring himself to go back to the couch. He slumbered blissfully just knowing that you were close by.

You awoke the next morning more clear headed and ready to deal with whatever happened between you and Michael last night. What you didn’t expect was said man to be passed out in your floor, no blanket, no pillow and yet he was resting peacefully. You giggled quietly just watching him snore away clearly still in a deep state of sleep. He must have been wanting to talk about what happened after he settled himself in the bathroom so that made you feel a little guilty. Sighing in defeat you shoved the covers off leaving the warmth to seep from your blankets before gently stepping to the floor to keep from waking Michael up. You did bring one of your blankets with you dragging it across the floor until you stood at the giant of a man’s feet. Easing yourself down you laid next to him the carpet of your bedroom floor biting into your soft cheek before you draped the blanket over both of you. Michael stirred a little, giving a little snort before settling back down into sleep. You laughed putting your hand on his muscular shoulder feeling all tension that normally stayed in his joints was nowhere to be found as he rested. Like he did to you last night you found yourself exploring some features of him that you found wonderful. You also focused on his hands like he did yours. While yours was small and delicate, Michael’s hands swallowed yours and had rough callouses over the palms and sides of his fingers. 

There was nothing delicate about Michael as he was a man who knew what he wanted to do and got it done. Murder not withstanding you were thinking of other things, especially when it came to you. Personal space did not seem to be his forte either, but you couldn’t say that you minded it. It was cute in your opinion as it reminded you of a puppy following you around. A big, quiet, could definitely kill you, man puppy. You snorted at the idea causing Michael to stir more until his brown eye cracked open and sidled towards you. You hushed up hurriedly completely guilty for laying down beside Michael without asking him. He rolled over on his side facing you, your faces a mere breath away from each other. You looked down at your feet, twiddling your fingers under the blanket you both were covered by. You couldn’t possibly bring yourself to look up at him, cause you weren’t a hundred percent sure what you both were to one another. Time was the only way you could really now. Was this okay though? Laying down beside him while he slept. Sure you both slept on the same bed in that ran down shack of a shed but that was a different situation entirely. Michael hated that you wouldn’t look up at him that he moved before thinking. His finger curled under your chin lifting your gaze to his. Though sightless you could have sworn that the icy blue of his unseeing eye was just as penetrative as the chocolaty brown of his remaining eye.

“Good morning,” you mumbled breaking the silence.

“Mor’nin,” he grumbled sliding closer to you. You couldn’t back away as he kept a grip on you and if you were honest with yourself you couldn’t bring yourself to move away from him. You could feel time slipping away that you needed to get ready for work but the moment was too good to interrupt now. Plus Michael just told you good morning so you had to bask in that little victory alone. You stayed right beside him stroking the tussled curls on his head until Michael fell back to sleep. You knew you had to get up and get ready as you were already going to be late now, so with a sigh you got up. Covering Michael up better with the blanket you took off your bed and gently placing a pillow under his head, you grabbed your work clothes before going to your bathroom.

Now freshly showered and ready to seize the day, you needed to call work first and let them know that you were on your way and that you going to be late. Your boss was understanding though he did make you promise not to let this happen again. It wasn’t like you to pull stunts like this, but it wasn’t normal to house an apparent serial killer either and yet here you are. Honestly you just knew Michael’s behavior had to be linked to his childhood (though you didn’t know much or anything about it) or how he was treated under the care of the state’s doctors. Checking on him once more to see him snoozing away you blew a little kiss towards him before racing out the door and getting into your car. The school traffic was horrible and you could find yourself getting antsy the closer you got to work. If it wasn’t Friday you probably would have taken the day off just to stay home and be with Michael. But you could survive one more day so you could have the weekend to get to know him a little more. You couldn’t lie to yourself that you wanted to explore more of the emotions and actions that had happened last night. The uncharted territory called out to you and you couldn’t deny that your womanly wants knew exactly what she wanted, though your more cautious side was screaming at you to chill out.

 Finally pulling into the parking lot that was, thankfully, clear of any of your coworkers. It felt like miracle so they couldn’t see your meltdown happening right in your car with your face plastered into the steering wheel while screaming your throat raw. Only when you had calmed down and prepared yourself did you finally leave the sanctuary of your car and into the chaos that was work. You couldn’t help but notice all the stares that everyone gave you as you passed by cubicles and offices. What they could possibly be thinking, you couldn’t be sure. Yes it had been your first time to be late, but it wasn’t like you’d be the last person in the world late to work. All you could do was ignore the looks and focus on getting your job done so you can go home and be with Michael. As soon as you were out of sight the sounds of pens scribbling and keys clacking started once again and you found yourself sighing in relief. At least everything would be professional until lunchtime, then you had the sinking feeling that any form of privacy was going to go out the window. You huffed but got busy working on the forms you couldn’t finish last shift. It didn’t take long until you forgotten all the glances and the things happening at home, your work taking priority over everything else. It wasn’t until you heard the resounding footfall of coworkers leaving for lunch did you realize how much time had passed. Your fingers ached from the tension you had worked with so you sat there for a few moments stretching your digits thinking back to Michael’s soft lips caressing them. You gripped your hand before jumping in your seat at the sound of Julie’s voice.

“Lunch time,” she sung making her way into your office like nothing weird had happened when you first arrived.

“Yeah sorry Julie,” you answered standing from your office chair and grabbing your purse.

  “Looks like somebody has been off wondering in la la land.” She snickered but kept up with your quick stride. Nobody paid attention to you now that Julie was at your side and food occupied their minds. “Looks like it was a doozy too with that pink color in your cheeks!”

Slapping a hand over your flushed cheek you looked away trying to hide the fact that she was correct. What you wouldn’t give to melt back into that time you were just thinking about. Michael’s tender mouth wondering where he pleased and quick little licks to sample the taste of your skin. You couldn’t help but get flustered at the thought of the attention he lavished on your hand. What could it possibly feel like if it had been your lips? Internally screaming you faced Julie trying to gain back some functional form of speech. Luckily the cafeteria was already bustling with people eating and chatting amongst themselves that you were able to grab a couple small things and slip out the back of the building to enjoy the sunshine. Julie refused to leave at this moment and remained hot on your heels out the door and took a seat beside you on the bench provided by the company. She unwrapped her sandwich taking a huge bite before staring at you knowingly while chewing delicately despite the big bite of food. You chewed carefully trying to think of something to talk about until your curiosity got too much to handle and you all but spilled the beans.

“Julie how do you know when a guy really likes you,” you cringed as soon as the words left your lips. And if you only had a camera you would have been rich selling the shocked expression on her face. If it wasn’t so serious and so close to revealing what’s been happening in your life you would have laughed.

“(Y/N)?! Are you dating someone?!” She practically announced to the whole town causing you to ‘shh’ her harshly. You were now completely and totally regretting even asking her the simple question. You knew you were going to have to be so careful not to reveal that you in fact have a man living in your home now and said man is Michael Myers. Were you doomed? More than likely, cause the odds were not looking good for you.

“No,” you screamed before shushing her to make sure nobody in the office could hear her. Which would shock you because space had probably heard her after the volume she had shrieked. “I’m just confused at the moment and I’m needing advice.”

“Please tell me it’s not Ian,” Julie gagged with a sour face.

“Heck no,” you shouted again and cringed at the volume of your voice. “No, and it will never be him.”

She sighed in relief, “Worried me there for a second.”

You snorted thinking she’d be super worried if she knew you were asking advice because of one Michael Myers, monster of Haddonfield, was the one you were asking for advice on.

“It’s just, I’ve never really had a relationship with a guy or know how you can tell if they like you in that way.”

“Whatever is opposite of Ian’s normal behavior is definitely a step forward,” she snorted taking another bite of sandwich.

You giggled playing with your food now as any thought of food just settled what little you had in your stomach like a rock. “He doesn’t count.”

“Seriously though,” she scooted to where she could face you more taking your hands. “I’ve figured out that all men are different and so are the ways they show emotions. So I can’t tell you the exact answer but this, and it’s going to sound so vague, but you will know. You have good instincts (Y/N) and you need to trust them. I don’t have to know this guys name either.”

You sighed in relief.

“But I know he’s got to be pretty special to catch your eye,” she squeezed your hands. “He just better be special enough for you.”

You had tears in your eyes at the amount of truth and caring Julie looked upon you. You couldn’t have asked for a better friend as you grabbed her into a hug sniffing to keep the tears from falling. Deep down you couldn’t help but laugh a little on the inside knowing how much she would freak if you did tell her said guy’s name. Not exactly a normal boyfriend if you thought about it.

“Thanks Julie.”

“Of course and if he breaks your heart I break his face.”

You laughed picking more at your food and taking a few bites before moving the conversation in a different direction.

After lunch was over the rest of the day went by uneventfully, you did get a little bit of a scolding from your boss before you were able to escape to your car. That was the worst of it as everyone had decided to get over whatever they were feeling towards you that morning. You didn’t really care anyway, your day was done, it’s Friday, and that meant you got to enjoy the comforts of home and see Michael all day for the next two days. You weren’t sure how he was going to feel about it but he always seemed to be so bored and lonely when you came home, so something was telling you that he was going to enjoy having you around. You whistled a tune while digging your keys out of your purse as you walked across the parking lot. You weren’t paying any attention to everyone around you as you tried to unlock your car when a hand slammed against the panel jolting you from your thoughts.

“You’re awful chipper for someone who was running real late this morning (Y/N).” Your heart sank hearing the voice that belonged to the one man who made you want to commit homicide. Maybe Michael’s way of thinking wasn’t the most horrible thing as there was people like Ian in the world. You tapped your rage down turning upon the man with a condescending smile.

“I had a long night last night and my alarm didn’t go off,” you grinned speaking every word through your teeth while your body trembled. Maybe today was the day to get fired. Also your statement wasn’t completely a lie, but you would gladly lie to Ian every second of every day if it got him off your back.

“That’s funny I didn’t peg you to be the type of woman to sleep around with some guy and let it make you late for work,” he sneered.

Yep today was definitely the day that you were going to lose your job because you were going to punch Ian in the throat.

“Jeez Ian why is it every time something different happens that isn’t in your control that your mind instantly jumps into the gutter?” You went back to unlocking your car before doing something you would regret. Bills had to be paid, you reminded yourself over and over. “Besides if you think that I’m that type of woman you need to go home and really look at yourself in a mirror.” You finally got the door open just for him to slam it shut.

“That’s rich. Who is it huh? Who could possibly be better than me?”

You scoffed ready to hurt him in anyway possible. “Well so far I have a really long list but I really don’t have time to stand here and list them all off to you. Have a good weekend.”

Once again opening your car door to get inside this time he grabbed your arm squeezing with enough pressure you just knew that you were going to have a bruise there.

“You’re not leaving until I say you can.”

That was the final straw. He already got under your skin beforehand but this assault was not going to continue, you were being nice at first but with him making physical contact was the bullet in the chamber.

“Ian I am only going to say this nicely once before I make good on my word,” you rounded on him murder blazing in your eyes causing him to back off but not let go. “If you do not let go of me I will kick you so hard between the legs you will never get to bring Ian spawn into this world, pepper spray you until my can is empty, call the cops and have you charged for assault, and for good measure I may just run over you and make the world a better place. Now. Let. Me. Go.”

This time he listened and you were able to get away. Though you didn’t call the cops this ordeal was far from over as you were going to talk to your boss about what happened. You just hoped that there had been witnesses as you were too preoccupied to check your surroundings. You were shaken up as you drove home, you just hoped that you could hide it from Michael.

You had calmed down a bit when you finally pulled into your driveway. It helped that the local radio station was on your side today and had played several of your favorite songs in a row during the drive, so you felt mentally prepared to face Michael, sort of. Slowly turning the key in the lock you spied him on the couch with the sketch book you had given him the first time you saw him drawing. He seemed to be concentrating hard on whatever he was working on until he felt your gaze upon him. Seeing that you finally were home he set everything down and rushed forward. You tensed a little at the embrace you found yourself in, Michael towering over you that he had to bend over to get a good angle to wrap his arms around your smaller figure. You relaxed enjoying the warmth and safety he provided as you tangled your fingers in his hair enjoying his touch until his large wondering hands found the forming bruises on your arm. You hissed at the tenderness of your muscles making Michael yank back away from you. The terror in his eyes thinking that he had hurt you broke your heart, as he couldn’t see the underlying cause of your pain under your shirt. “Sorry Michael,” you hugged him this time. “I guess I’m just a little sore from sitting at my desk all day. You’d think I would be used to it by now.” Michael nodded but you could tell that he didn’t seem quite convinced just yet. So you did what you could do and changed the subject hoping to take him off the scent.

“Let me get changed and I’ll start something for us to eat okay?”

Once again Michael nodded but didn’t say anything. You could feel his gaze upon your back as you retreated to your bedroom to recollect yourself. In the meantime Michael had a feeling that something was wrong and he was afraid that he was the cause. He couldn’t recall him being rough with you at any point since living with you. Could he have done something without knowing? He couldn’t stand it and he couldn’t wait any longer to check on you, especially if he was the cause of your discomfort. He called your name in a hoarse voice giving you warning that he was about to come in and before you could protest he was through the door, what he saw made his heart shatter in his chest. You hadn’t fully undressed yet, still in your work skirt and tights all you managed to shed was your button up shirt that left you still clothed in your tank top you wore underneath, but the skin and cleavage he could see didn’t matter, his sole attention was on the dark marks on your upper bicep. You shrunk in on yourself trying to hide yourself from him but Michael wasn’t having any of it. He was across the room in seconds and looking at your arm, his hands strong but gentle as he took in the damage.

“Did I do this,” he asked. If you hadn’t been so worried about him finding it out you would have freaked out at how many words he had just strung together. But you were too busy freaking out about how he thought your bruises were his doing.

“No,” you shouted causing him to flinch. You cupped his cheek tears welling up thinking about how much guilt he had to be feeling over you. “No,” you said gentler this time before sighing knowing that you couldn’t keep it secret from him. “A guy at work did this to me.”

Michael’s demeanor flipped violently as he stood there calculating what you just said. Right before your eyes Michael Myers went from the man you were beginning to know to the Shape of Haddonfield. Now you could understand the side others had come to fear, but still deep down you couldn’t bring yourself to tremble before him. His fists were clenched in rage and the caring look he had had on his face seconds ago was far back in the background, replaced by a blank look of calculation. You could only guess on what matters of pain he was thinking of bringing upon your attacker and what you could think of made you shiver. Michael had completely transformed into the killer he was known to be. He longed to feel the handle of a kitchen knife in his hand just so he could plunge it into the heart of the man who hurt you.

  “Michael?”

“Who did this,” his voice had an unnatural ring to it and you shivered but you couldn’t let Ian’s stupidity ruin what you had with Michael.

“It’s okay Michael,” you soothed grabbing his wrist. You placed his hand on the marks, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your skin while still shaking with untamable rage. “He’s an idiot and not worth you getting taken away from me for. He’s just jealous another man got my attention before he did.” You laughed trying to ease the tension in the air. “He’s tried for years to get me to date him and sleep with him, that’s the type of man he is. He’s the lesser man here and I took care of it.”

Michael seemed to relax a bit but you still kept talking wanting to make sure he didn’t storm out the door announcing his presence to the people who would kill him in an instant.

“I’ll also talk to my boss about it and show him my bruises. I also think some of my coworkers saw what happened too and surely they’ll vouch for my story. But please Michael, please calm down. I can’t watch them take you away because of somebody else’s dumb decisions. So please stay here with me. Stay and enjoy our time together okay?”

Michael sighed all rage and fury leaving his body until he rested his forehead on your shoulder just taking in that you were okay. That despite the marks you were stronger than he thought. You couldn’t believe how he reacted over mere bruises, you’d hate to think what would happen if you had been really hurt. Maybe you should wait to tell him that your period cramps were much worse than this. You chuckled at the thought causing Michael to look up at you his lidded eyes searching yours.

“Instead of cooking why don’t I order a pizza and we can watch TV together,” you asked finally after letting him soothe any concerns away just by holding you. “It’s the weekend now. You have me all to yourself for two days straight. I won’t leave Michael I’ll stay right here and we can be together. How does that sound?”

The small smile that tugged his full lips made you smile back. Yeah Ian had almost ruined everything and you were wanting to keep it from Michael but you were glad that he found out and that he cared enough he was going to throw his future away just to protect you. You hoped there was more to his protectiveness than returning the favor for all that you’ve done for him so far. With Michael following you like a lost puppy around the house you called in the pizza before leaving to go freshen up and change into more comfortable clothing.

Now with the pizza and a movie on TV you laid on the couch with Michael resting with his head on your stomach and stretched out between your legs, you played with the full curls of his hair enjoying the silky locks slipping through your fingers. Michael also seemed to like the attention as he pressed closer willing your nails to scrape against his scalp. Without thought you leaned forward to kiss the top of his head, this time Michael didn’t stiffen but melted further, thoughts turning from the movie to you as you paid attention to the screen. He knew deep down he had to protect you from everything, that you needed him just as much as he needed you. He couldn’t let bad things happen to you like he had caused for others. You were the light in the darkness and brought everything that he could ever want in his life. To keep you safe even if it meant he would be taken away again and never to see you again, if he knew you were going to be alright and taken care of it’s something he could live with. His world would shatter without you but if it was for your benefit he would shatter it himself and walk away. 

He took one of your hands that kept petting him and kissed the back of it letting the taste of you settle on his tongue. That’s when Michael knew he was intoxicated with you and it was something that he was more than okay with. You hummed softly excited about what the weekend would hold as you and Michael watched TV together, things may get rough but you were prepared to stay by his side even if it meant sacrificing whatever necessary. After a full belly and finishing the movie you fell asleep on the couch with Michael still using you as his personal cushion. When he noticed your steady breathing stirring his hair did he realize that you had fallen asleep. Maneuvering carefully so to not wake you, Michael scooped you up from the couch to carry you into your bedroom. In the safety and warmth of his arms you nuzzled in deeper, cheek pressed against his collarbone your warm breath tickling his flushed skin. It wasn’t hard for him to make it to your room and once he laid you down gently and covered you with your blankets Michael turned to leave, thinking that you needed the space after all that had happened in your day. Sleepily you reached out and grasped his wrist.

“Please stay,” you asked groggily clearly not thinking beyond just the mere comfort of his presence. Michael stiffened but the temptation was too strong as he huffed, unable to say no.

“Okay,” he whispered.

You scooted over watching him with sleep bleary eyes as he laid back next to you on top of the blankets. Your scent attacked his senses and it made him a little nervous but when you forced him under the blankets and scooted to curl yourself into his side, like a sleepy kitten, he relaxed and held you. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms and once he knew that you were deep into slumber did Michael finally start to drift off. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to go back to sleeping on the couch after this, especially if he got to hold you through the night with no consequences. Whatever laid forth he was ready to take it as long as it meant he got to spend moments like this with you. And with that last thought Michael lost the battle to sleep and dreamed peaceful dreams with you by his side.

[mychemicalimagines]

Everything Changed-Embry Call-Chapter 7

Summary: A couple months before her junior year in high school finishes, something happened to the once normal Hayley Uley. Myth turns into reality. Not just for her, but for her older brother, Sam, as well. They have to drop everything they once knew for something they thought was only in bed time stories. Will things finally start looking up for once after this ‘blessing-in-disguise’?

Warnings: Cussing, Paranormal, Supernatural, Angst, Love, Bella-Bashing, Possible Smut (Please read Authors Note in Chapter 1 for Age Explanation)

Words: 3,912

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Third Person POV

Jacob pulls into the Uley driveway with Bella still on the back of his bike. They went straight there after leaving Forks High School, knowing that Hayley has to change before hanging with the pack. He also wanted Bella to see his friends before they go off on their own. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bella asks, taking off the helmet. “I'm a vampire girl, remember?”

Before he can answer, Hayley pulls into her normal parking spot nearby. Almost immediately, Jared, Paul, Embry and Quil pile out of the house, shoving the last pieces of their chicken wings down their throats. The Beta rolls her eyes as she gets out of her truck. 

“You guys couldn’t wait for me?” She walks toward them.

“Of course not! We’re growing wolves!” Paul smirks at her, taking another bite of his wing.

“What am I, chopped liver?” She shakes her head, stopping beside her boyfriend. “Where’s Kim?”

“She couldn’t skip. She had a project to present today.” Jared says, shrugging, despite missing her.

Bella and Jake get off his bike and take a couple steps toward them.

“Well, look who’s back.” Embry says, wrapping his arm around his imprint, looking at the leech-lover.

“What up, Bella?” Quil says, grinning.

“Quil, you too?” She asks, shocked.

“Yep. Finally made the pack.” He smiles, glancing at Embry and Hayley. “I’m glad you’re here, Bella. Maybe we can get a break from Jake’s obsessive inner monologue.”

“I wish Bella would call.” Paul speaks up, mimicking Jacob.

“I wish Bella wouldn’t call.” Jared chimes in.

“Maybe I should call Bella.” Embry smirks.

“Maybe I should call Bella and hang up.” Quil adds.

“Alright, you can shut up now.” Jake says, rubbing the back of his head.

Bella smiles as the pack laughs, a few of the guys pushing each other while Embry steps back with Hayley. Sam and Emily exit the house, grin on her face as she sees the pale face girl in front of her. 

“Bella!” She says, moving to hug her. “I was wondering when we’d see your face around here again.”

The younger girl hugs back, smiling softly, whispering a soft, ‘same here’. When they pull away, Emily steps back next to her fiancée who wraps an arm around her, giving Bella a pleasant nod hello.

“Sam, we good?” Jacob speaks up, looking toward his Alpha.

“We’re good. She won’t be getting through our line anytime soon.” He answers. 

There's a small awkward silence which Hayley decides to break.

“Alright, I’m gonna change and meet you boys on the beach.” She says, turning to her boyfriend.

The rest of the pack, minus Sam, Emily, Hayley, Embry and Jacob rush into the trees, laughing and ad-libbing their own macho challenges, excited for a day on the beach. Bella watches as Hayley and Embry whisper to one another, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Their connection is deeply intimate. Bella bites her lip and looks away as soon as their lips touch, allowing them to have their moment. 

Her eyes land on Sam and Emily, who are doing almost the same thing. Between these two couples, she can tell they’re madly in love. Deep down she knows her relationship with Edward is nowhere near as passionate as these two couples right in front of her. For now, she’ll hope that it will one day.

Sam and Embry rush into the trees while Hayley and Emily walk inside the house, leaving Jacob and Bella alone. 

“Come on. We can go back to my house.” 

They pair silently go back to his house, Bella not wanting to bring up what she wants to talk about until she knows she’s far away from the pack. 

“So, uh, is Quil the only new pack member?” She asks, glancing at her best friend.

“No. Seth Clearwater, Harry’s son, also phased. He’s only fifteen. One of the youngest we’ve had. Sam keeps him home studying, but he’s chomping at the bit.” He answers, pushing his bike toward his garage. “I’m just glad it wasn’t Leah.”

“Come on, don’t be such a guy.” Bella rolls her eyes.

“No, it’s not a chick thing.” He shakes his head. “Hayley is in the pack, you know. It’s more of a triangle thing. We would have to live with a Leah, Sam, Emily pain-fest. Wolf telepathy, remember?”

“So, Sam dumps Leah for Emily?” She raises an eyebrow as she stops before the door.

“It wasn’t like that.” He says, looking toward her. “Sam hates himself for hurting Leah. But, Emily was The One.”

“Yeah, I guess it sort of chooses you sometimes.” She says, thinking of her boyfriend.

“It’s more than some crush, Bella.” He sighs. “Sam imprinted on Emily. Like how Jared imprinted on Kim and Hayley and Embry imprinted on each other.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” Bella asks, watching him as he begins to walk into the garage.

She follows behind him, leaning against another bike as he pushes the kick-stand down, thinking of how to explain this to her.

“Imprinting on someone is like…” He pauses, remembering Sam, Jared and Embry’s words. “Like when you see her, everything changes. All of a sudden, it’s not gravity holding you to the planet.”

About ten minutes away on the beach, Hayley runs onto the sand, rushing straight toward her boyfriend. 

“It’s her. Nothing else matters.” Jacob continues, remembering moments his best friend and Beta have had.

 Embry turns around and catches his imprint, picking her up slightly. She laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck as he swings her in a small circle.

“You would do anything…Be anything for her…” His voice softening slightly.

Hayley puts her feet down on the sand, keeping her arms around her boyfriend’s neck. He grins and leans his forehead against her own, looking deep into her eyes, a smile appearing on her as she looks into his.

“It sounds like you know the feeling.” Bella says, watching him. “Have you…imprinted on someone?”

“You’d know if I had.” He shakes his head slightly before looking at his bike. “I just have a direct line to Sam, Jared and Embry’s thoughts.”

Embry leans down and gently presses his lips to Hayley’s, allowing the always flowing sparks fly through them once again. They quickly break from the kiss when a soccer ball hits Hayley in the leg. 

“Break it up, lovers.” Paul calls out. “Ley, you’re on my team! I ain’t losing this time!”

“Then I get Embry!” Quil yells out, wanting at least one of his best friends.

The couple laugh and shake their heads before looking at one another. 

“I guess we’re split this time.” She says with a smirk. 

“Oh, you’re going down!” He grins, smacking her butt softly before taking off down the beach toward his best friend. 

She gasps and runs after him, giggling as she does. For the next two hours, the pack kicks the soccer ball around, trying to score a goal. Sam, Embry and Quil on one team while Jared, Paul and Hayley are on the other. Despite all of Embry and Sam’s sabotage on Hayley, the teams end up tied. Emily showed up half way through with food for them, causing a small break, but they’re right back at it before long. 

“Ley!!” Paul calls her name, kicking the ball toward her.

She stops the ball with the inside of her left foot, before kicking it down the beach, alternating between each foot. Embry quickly runs up behind her and wraps her by the waist, picking her up causing her to squeal loudly. Emily laughs from the blanket she put down, far enough away she doesn’t get hurt by the ball.

“Quil! Get it!” Embry yells out, holding his girlfriend back.

Before his best friend can get a chance to get the ball, she kicks it as hard as she can from her boyfriend's arms, directly toward Jared who scores the winning goal.

“Yeah!”  Paul cheers, jumping in the air, throwing his fists up.

“How?!” Quil falls to his knees in the sand.

“Is that even legal?” Sam asks, looking toward his fiancée. “Ref! What do you think?”

“In my expert opinion…” She grins, pausing for suspense. “It’s a goal!”

“Hell yeah!” Hayley throws up a fist as her boyfriend puts her back down. 

“Not fair!” Embry shakes his head, smiling. 

“It’s not fair you two kept picking on our best player!” Jared calls out, walking toward them after grabbing the ball. 

“Oh, it’s totally fair!” Sam laughs. 

“Ehhh…” Emily smirks slightly.

“HA!” Hayley laughs. “Emily for the win!”

“Em! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Sam calls out, running toward her.

She squeals and jumps up from the blanket, taking off straight toward the Beta of the pack.

“I got you, Em.” Hayley wraps her arms around Emily, both giggling.

“Oh, no!” Their Alpha laughs. “What am I gonna do? My sister is hiding my woman…”

He grins at his pack members who know exactly what he’s thinking, without their wolf mind-link. Suddenly, all the males are running toward them causing them to squeal and run down the beach, laughing as they go.

After the fun and exciting week, Hayley knew something was going to happen. The other shoe finally dropped as some would say. After patrolling all night, she thought she was going to have a decent nap then have an amazing date with her boyfriend…but nothing ever goes her way. Not even an hour into her sleep, Jacob calls her, knowing her brother was on his own patrol. 

Apparently some of Bella’s items have gone missing and Edward smelled an unknown vampire in her bedroom. Hayley sighs to herself before rushing to Forks, knowing where the Chief of Police lives. She walks up to the house, yawning softly. She knows she could have sent someone else to be with Jacob but her and Sam are the two that can make decisions.

Sam can overthrow her since he’s Alpha but 99.99% of the time, he follows her decision, knowing she knows what she’s doing and has everyone’s best interest when she decides something.

“What’s going on?” She asks, stopping next to her pack member, glancing at Bella and Edward who are standing a few feet away from them.

“Edward smelled some random vampire in Bella’s bedroom so we’re going to patrol outside her house from now on…” Jake starts but Hayley raises her hand to stop him.

“We’re going to what?” She bites her lip, stopping herself from yelling at him.

“We’re going to be patrolling here now.” He says, raising an eyebrow.

“Since when, Jacob?” She asks, watching him. “Did you talk to Sam about this?”

“No. But that’s why you’re here.”

“We already have to patrol extra due to the red-head, now we have to extend back to Forks…again?”

“Just Bella’s house. We have to protect her.” He says, crossing his arms.

Hayley shakes her head and thinks for a moment. If this vampire is in Forks, innocent people could get hurt. Not just his leech-lover.

“Hey.” Edward speaks up, looking at the Beta.

“Just shut up, leech. You’re lucky I’m even considering talking to my brother about this.” She glares at him before looking at her pack mate. “Alright. Let’s go investigate and I’ll call Sam.”

“Thank you, Hay.” Jacob says before leading her to the door. “Bella, can you show Hayley to your room?”

She nods, thankful for the Beta right now. Edward starts to follow them, but the female pack member shakes her head.

“You stay here. You can contaminate the stank with your own.” She says, turning around to walk into the house.

The trio walk inside, straight to the human’s bedroom. Both Hayley and Jake sniff around the room, finding a different scent than the Cullen’s near her desk and closet. The Beta sighs and pulls her phone out of her pocket, calling her brother. He should be off patrol and Quil should have taken his place.

“Hay? Is everything okay?” He answers. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Yeah.” She sighs. “So, a leech has been in Bella’s bedroom.”

“She’s dating one. Of course…”

“No. Like, an unknown leech. It’s not the red-head and it’s not a Cullen. Jake wants us to start patrolling here to make sure that she’s safe.”

She can tell he rolled his eyes by the way he sighed in her ear. 

“The only reason I’m considering it is because if it’s been in her room, it can be anywhere. He could have hurt the Chief.” She continues, not wanting him to immediately dismiss her.

After a moment, he finally speaks. “Alright. Starting tonight we’ll start patrolling two on the rez and two at Bella’s.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

“Don’t thank me, Hayley. You’re right. Chief’s a good guy and he’s innocent in this. Don’t want him hurt.” He sighs. “Come home and get to sleep. I’ll have Jake and Paul have tonight so you and Embry can have that date.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.” 

She hangs up and looks at Jake, who nods, already knowing what his Alpha had said.

“I appreciate it, you guys.” Bella says, looking between the pack members.

The Beta shrugs. “Not like we haven’t done shit like this before.”

She immediately turns around and walks out of the room, wanting to leave the house. Edward, who has been staring at the house, rushes toward the front door when his girlfriend exits.

“Whoever it was, he left his stink behind.” Hayley says, looking at the mind-reader. “It’ll be hard to miss when we cross it again.”

“We’ll handle it from here.” Jake says, continuing from his Beta’s words.

“We don’t need you to handle anything. Or anyone.” Edward shakes his head.

Jacob steps forward so he’s chest to chest with the vampire, glaring at him.

“I could care less what you need.”

“Alright, we’re done here.” Edward snaps.

“No, you’re done here.” He says, as if he had the best comeback ever.

Bella moves between them, wanting to keep the peace.

“Stop, I’m tired of this. From now on I’m Switzerland, okay.” She pushes on their chests but since they’re both supernatural beings, neither move. “Stop. Hayley, help.”

“All I’m going to say is I could care less what the leech has to say. Or you for that matter, Bella.” She says, stepping forward when Bella moves to push them apart, this time they actually move due to her strength. “Jacob, you need to back down. Now. The only reason I’m agreeing to this, with my brother too, is for the Chief. He’s got no idea what’s going on. He can’t help who his daughter quote un-quote ‘falls in love with’. You made your bed, Bella. You lie in it. You too, Jake.” She glances between them, her tone short. “But Chief Swan is innocent and I’ll be damned if y’all do anything to let him get hurt.”

“But, the pack…” Jake starts.

Hayley growls and holds her hand up. “Don’t give me that shit, Jacob Black. Don’t act like you actually care about the pack. You just want to keep your little leech loving girl here safe. And you don’t care who you hurt in the process. Otherwise you’d have never snuck off and all but told her about the stuff you knew you weren’t supposed to.”

Before Jake can say another word, she turns and glares up at the tall, lanky vampire. Her inner wolf wanting to get at him, but she’s keeping at bay, minus the venom in her voice.

“As for you,” She pokes his chest. “We’re Spirit Warriors. This is what we’re made for. To kill vampires like you, so we can handle it. If you would like to help, great! If not, stay the hell out of my way. I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. And you may have charmed Bella with your ways, but you ain’t going to get me too. You may be a ‘vegetarian’ but you’re still a cold blooded killer at heart, and when it comes down to it, you’ll only care about getting what you want. No matter who you hurt in the process. It’s your kind that got a damn good man killed. A respected, loved, sweet man. And I won't let you hurt one of his best friends too just so your ego can be stroked. You and your family are already on thin ice for getting Harry killed. And that ice cracked when you almost stepped onto our land. And, so help me, if you don’t want to help, and you do get in my way, I will personally be the one to rip you limb from limb. Not my brother. Not Jacob. Not my imprint. Not one of the big burly guys. But me. And I’ll enjoy it too.”

Edward swallows the little bit of venom that built up in his throat, slightly terrified of the younger woman. Bella, nervous by the speech by the pack member, steps forward, wanting to ease the tension.

“So, are you willing to at least try to work together?” She glances between the men.

Neither men move. Despite both knowing exactly what Hayley was talking about, neither of them want to admit they’re wrong but Edward, wanting to be the bigger man, licks his lip and nods. Jacob blows air out of his nose and nods with him.

“Great. We’re almost on the same page.” Hayley rolls her eyes.

“Alright, so you need to coordinate.” Bella speaks up again, looking between the three of them now. “You know, schedules and stuff.”

The men look away from each other, not wanting to speak so the Beta throws her hands up.

“Goddamn it, you guys.” She snaps. “The pack will take nights. Sam already said Jacob and Paul will start tonight.”

“Will days work for your family?” Bella asks, looking at the vampire who just nods. “Good. See? How hard was that?”

Hayley rolls her eyes and turns around, walking back toward the forest, wanting to go home.

“Hay? Where are you going?” Jake raises an eyebrow.

“I had work last night and only slept an hour due to this bullshit so I’m going home.” She calls back, never stopping her steps.

After all the shifters got used to their new patrol schedules for both the res and Forks, Billy decided to host a bonfire. A La Push Pack Bonfire consists of a couple things. They go to the beach and the pack members grab tons of wood to burn while using the larger pieces of wood for seats. Emily and Hayley cook all day so there is a small buffet for everyone to have before Billy tells the legends to the new pack members.

In this case it would be Seth and Quil. The council members decided amongst themselves, with the help of Sam and Hayley, that Bella should be there for this bonfire as well. She has her own part in the legends now since she decided that after graduation she was going to be…changed in another area. The pack can’t do anything about it.

It’s not their choice to make, as long as it’s not in Forks or La Push, they have no say. All they can do is tell her how the shifters came to be. Hayley, having already heard the legends multiple times, still loves hearing them. It always feels like the very first time when she and Sam sat in the Black’s backyard with the council.

She smiles to herself as she mixes the potato salad. Despite being a shifter, she doesn’t hear her imprints footsteps as he enters the kitchen. He watches his girlfriend and Emily talk amongst themselves for a moment before Emily turns around to grab a plate. She jumps and puts her hand on her chest, but before she can speak, Embry puts his finger to his lips. 

She raises an eyebrow but nods, confused on what the shifter is going to do. He slowly walks toward his girlfriend, hoping she doesn’t move. Hayley, concentrating hard on the potato salad, jumps when warm arms wrap around her waist.

“Embry!” She laughs, shaking her head. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“That was the plan.” He chuckles, holding her close. 

Emily smiles and grabs a few of the already finished foods before taking them to the car, allowing them to have a moment. She knows they’ve rarely seen each other lately due to the amount of shifts they’ve had to cover. She’s lucky she got to see Sam during the day and most of the night. Hayley turns around in her boyfriend’s arms and grins. 

“Well, hello, Mr. Call.” She wraps her arms around his neck. 

“Hello, Miss Uley. Do you come here often?” He teases, bending slightly to place his hands on her ass.

In a quick movement, he lifts her up and places her on the counter, making sure not to bother the potato salad. Since she never had the ‘wolf growth spurt’, Embry is over a foot taller than her so that is the reason he’s always lifting her up. With her on the counter, she’s now a little taller than him but not by much. 

“Hmmm, I come here every few days.” She jokes before moving her hand to his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

He happily returns it, pulling her closer, allowing her legs to wrap around his waist. The couple have only been together for a few months but it seems like they’ve been dating for years. Especially with all the supernatural things happening, with him phasing and all of the red-head drama going on. 

They’re so madly in love but neither want to say it first, thinking it would be too early in their relationship. They pull away, gasping softly for air before Hayley leans down to put her forehead against his. 

“Wow, Mr. Call. I better not tell my boyfriend about that.” She teases softly, biting her lip. 

He playfully growls and pulls her in for another kiss but before it can get any more passionate, a small cat call is heard from the back door. They pull away and look over his shoulder toward the noise. 

“Well, well, well…” Paul smirks, crossing his arms before leaning against the door. “Maybe I should call in Sam to see what his little sister is doing in the kitchen.”

“Oh, please! Like he’s never done this with his girl. Shouldn’t you be doing my laundry or something, Paul?”

Rolling her eyes as she speaks, Hayley grabs a wooden spoon out of the container on the counter next to her. She throws it as hard as she can, causing the shifter to laugh and run out of the house. Embry shakes his head and puts his forehead against her shoulder, mumbling to her.

“We can never have a few minutes to ourselves.”

“Nope.” She says, playing with his slightly growing hair. 

He sighs through his nose, before standing straight. He presses a quick but passionate kiss to her lips before helping her down from the counter. 

“I’ll see you later. I have a Lahote to beat up.” 

She smiles as she watches him run from the house toward the beach, knowing that’s where their other pack member will be. Turning back around, she grabs the foil and covers the bowl she was previously working on.

[morievna]

BSD 108 – Will DoA arc be like Avengers Infinity War & Endgame?

Hello~~~

Omg this chapter was sooo delicious – me Fyodor stan having time of my life xD His performance and his final words mocking Sigma was 10000/10 – he is truly fascinating and complex villain, I love him xD

OK, let’s get serious XDD

For some time I was wondering how Asagiri intends to finish this arc... Everything indicate that it will end soon, but at the same time given how OP Fukuchi and Fyodor are in their respective fields – some deus ex machina for ADA to win would be unsatisfactory to me honestly. Initially I thought that Bram or Aku will take over and regain control of all vampires and stop Fukuchi, but… after this chapter looks like there is no time for that xD

So I think DOA’s plan won’t be stopped at all, but they will achieve what they want just like Thanos in Avengers Infinity War.

By this I mean that DOA will succeed and create temporary reality – first using One Order to destabilize current world and then using the Book to create new one without abilities. Symbolically, destruction and rebirth always go hand in hand and you can’t have one without another.

Then we will get time skip and Endgame equivalent – our characters living in new world and getting that something is wrong and need to be changed. Maybe reality without abilities would not be so peaceful, who would have guessed that xD Also maybe there will be some rip-off effect of changing reality or some enemy will appear, who guards canon timeline xD Possibilities are endless – it just depends on what Asagiri has in mind and what story he wants to tell.

After all, the core of the story is that abilities are not source of evil and are just part of everyone’s self as projection of fear/greed/anger/and so on. Though world without abilities would be tempting to some characters, which abilities were partly source of suffering - like to Atsushi, who was hesitating whether DOA plan should be stopped. But still, negative traits are still part of everybody and they just need to be balanced by good ones and choices to be better person.

Other random thoughts related to chapter:

Fyodor’s seizure to words ‘help me’ didn’t look fake and it reminded me of how N tried to take control of Verlaine in SB. But I guess it was just temporary and Fyodor regained control and used it to fool Sigma. Ofc it can be that he faked all - we will see if there is more to it or not. Btw I still believe that Fyodor’s backstory is akin to Verlaine or Chuuya – that he was tampered artificially by military to get powerful ability and he started to resent world and abilities because of that. Personality disorder would be indeed cliché and it was already done once in 55 Minutes LN, so I hope that Asagiri has something more interesting for Fyodor in store.

Gogol where are you 👀 I wonder if he is author of the note and that he simply wanted to sabotage Fyodor xD he is character with much potential, I hope he wasn’t just in this arc to set up duel between Dazai and Fyodor in this arc

Me Bram confusion😵 previous chapter pretty set up Bram rejecting passivity and trying to fight for Aya’s future. But this one kinda backed out of this, so I am not really sure where his arc is leading to for now xD but maybe some heroic act later on

Though depending on how things will go - self-sacrifice will suit Fukuchi or Mori too as a way to undo their wrongdoings. Again, possibilities are endless.

Fukuzawa’s state – still I would say it is 50/50 given how healing abilities work whether Asagiri needs character to live or not. Nonetheless, I was expecting his death for a while and it is more plausible option for story sake – Ranpo just needs some character development and Asagiri often use mentor’s death for that. Imo Kunikida as next ADA director was red herring and Ranpo fits better for that role given Agency’s orgin.

Btw i don’t think Sigma will die.

Ofc, it is just speculation and I am not 100% sure that story will go that way, since BSD tends to be so unpredictable. But imo Asagiri didn’t recently mention for no reason that he was inspired by Avengers and that ideally he wants one more season for anime too xD

Thanks for reading and have a nice day 💖💖

[tobiasdrake]

We're here. The final leg of our mission: Glacial Peak.

Every bone in my body has fragmented into shards. When I move my limbs they crickle-crack like maracas. T-T Also Luana was not kidding when she said it's cold as balls up here.

I hate this. I hate everything about it. I want to go home. Working for the postal service sucks. ._.

...hmm....

HMMMMMMMMMM

This ring perplexes me. Getting over to it is fairly simply but why would it be here? It's a graplou target but. It's in a corner. There's nowhere to reach by graplou-ing onto it.

What purpose could this possibly serve?

Oh well. Moving right along, we are just about finished here.

I have not! ^_^ Pretty sure once we drop off this Scroll at the summit, we're in the clear. We're probably like 90% through this adventure by now.

Looking forward to getting it done with and then maybe a relaxing spa trip. I wonder if any part of Bamboo Creek is still functional as a spa? They had a pretty cool high dive but I'm looking for more of a hot tub and sauna situation here. It's very cold.

Oh, thanks for the tidbit, I hadn't fucking noticed you dickweevil.

Sitting here all comfy in your room beyond time and space. Some of us have jobs, you know.

...yeah, okay. I've kind of been glazing through most of your stories since they don't really seem connected to anything but something about this one just... It sends a chill down my spine I can't quite explain.

I don't know why. I don't have a lot of mentors or responsible guiding figures to look up to. I've lived my life according to the teachings of an immortal being of limitless wisdom--

"19-year-old girl who, purely because of a well-timed nudge, tripped over her left ankle and fell backwards into incredible cosmic power. But don't mind me. I may or may not be an 'assclown'."

...an immortal being of limitless wisdom and eternal grace.

So I don't know what about this one called out so much to me. I guess it's just something I'll have to mull over.

...I'm touching your cabinet out of spite.

Honestly, this place isn't so bad. Sure, it's a little slippery here or there and the footings aren't great and also it's so heavily demon infested oh god I've died five times just from plunging to my doom

Is that the fucking Shopkeeper?

If he is Resh'an then Luana's going to have some choice words about him getting a statue. And most of them will be expletives.

The lanterns are frozen to keep me from going over there. That just makes me want to do it even more. But my sword and shurikens are useless against ice.

Sure do wish I had something to burn.

Also, sleeves.

No, at this point, I'm expecting it at every pit. ._.

Oh! Sorry, I was so focused, I forgot to tell you. Yeah, we've made to to Glacial Peak. I met two huge muscle-men that wanted to wrestle with me in their loincloths. One of them showed me his dick and then they apologized by breaking every bone in my body, and that's why we're freezing to death in this miserable place.

Honestly, can this place get any wo--

But I don't want to be perforated today. T-T

It's okay. Utilizing this weird new concept of patience and moderation, I think I've figured out his fighting style.

A careful and measured approach feels so heretical and yet so satisfying. It's like I'm working inside of my human limits to overcome the insurmountable!

See you around, warping wonderfuck. ^_^ Okay, I take it back; I'm feeling pretty good about my life right now. I can take on any--

Well, that's just rude. Okay, back to blazing the trail by skidding on my face across rock and snow.

Oh my goddess, trees. Actual living things instead of sheer cliff drops and onto bonesplitting rocks.

I think I'm here. I think I actually fucking made it. At last. I'm ready to drop off this stupid fucking Scroll, go home, and move on with my life--

Wait, my home burned down in a demon invasion. Right. Shit. Well, we'll deal with that when it comes. For right now, I should see what Shopkeeper has to say about--

...uh....

...

...

Hello?

...

Assclown?

...

...

I'm touching his cabinet.

...yes. Yes, I did.

But I WANT one.

I don't believe you. I think you have the secret to everything in this cabinet. The cabinet is life. The cabinet is my dreams. I belong in the cabinet.

[popculturebuffet]

Owl House Reviews: For the Future: The Rise of Terrance

Hello all you happy witches! We're in the middle now, we're in the middle of the ride but every thing everything will be just fine but everything everything will be all right. But for now we're into my look at our middle part which like some middle parts isn't as good as the start or the finish but damn if it still wasn't great. Follow me undre the cut for a review ith full spoilers. And if your feeling jaunty I cooked up a playlist for the episode if you want to put that in your earbox while I go on and on about this episode. Let's begin.

Luz and Camilla: To Be Understood

As I figured, Luz's arc wasn't quite done yet, as while the pep talk helped enough to get her through the portal, she's still fully commited to going home in her guilt. Camilla tries her best to convince her but being on top of a giant corpse where people eat rats (you have to remove the inner heads), fly on brooms and behind every lampost is a new friend is a hard adjustment. It's not helping but you can't blame her: even Luz, as much as she wholly embraced the place, had a lot of adjusting to do. She's trying.

We also see lots of nice momming from Camilla as she tries to help everyone and does try to get Luz's attention it's just dealing with puppetgeddon, unruly teens and kiki

Means there isn't much time for it, but it's nicely there the whole episode: Luz pulls away from Amity's attempts at comfort as she likely feels guilty she's leaving but the rest of her guilt is too strong to stop. It's there. IT's hard to once again see Luz so drained of everything she loved. It makes it that much more cathartic when Camilla, after trying all episode finally DOES get a moment to get Luz to stop and listen.. even if Kiki is right on top of them

The following speech is .. beautiful and hilaroius as Camilla bluntly points out Luz can't keep beating herself up because of one mistkae. She's made mistkaes; having a root canal before her wedding, having road rage at luz's principal, and the one that deserves it's own spinoff selling energy drinks for a pyramid scheme for three years. Which luz is aware of. I.. I need to know everything about this. But the bigger one..was not standing up for Luz, was being so afraid of Luz having the hard time being a nerd she did as a teenager, that she didn't accept her for the werido she was. The show once again takes Camilla's less than stellar pilot characterization and spins it beautifully, making it Camilla's greatest mistkae and the thing that's apology finally gets Luz to realize what she wanted, somethign I heartbrekaingly understnad having been a neurdivergent awkawrd teenager myself: to be understood. It's the harest thing in the world to get.. to just have someone… try to understand you, to really get you. It's..frustrating as it can often feel like even the most well meaning person doesn't get you and that feeling of your parent really knowing you.. is one ot treasure.

Thus Luz unlocks her power.. which is both terrifying as it should be for her friends.. and glorious.. and also leads to this lil lady

ALL HAIL. I seriously have to look at that picture at least once a day. Look at her. She's perfect. As is Camilla cuddling with all her babies. Luz is finally herself again.. and just in time for a god's temper tantrum. But first, TERRANCE

Terrance: The Man? The Myth The Legend

Am I really dedicating an entire section to this presumibly one off blob on a light post?

Look I'm a man of many werid taste but I love a creature with a bunch of eyes, I love blobs, so an eye blob just sitting there int he middle of a creeply silent street and only just kind of .. blinking at camilla confused, possibly okay with what she just did, had me spining. We need 30 seasons of terrance. I think that's his work lampost and at the end of the day he puts on a little fedora, pulls out a briefcase and slithers home to another lampost just across from there. Has he been doing this since the titan first formed him? Probably. Does he have a family? Possibly. I stil lneed to work on my pitch to disney. The point is expect the year of terrance baby and feel free to hit me with yoru ideas.

The Collector and the King: Knowing Me Knowing You

So now we're actually back on the isle we found out what was going on, as my field reporter checked in

It's essentially been the COllector playing mario and luigi with king every day using terra as the boss until she finally snapped today and got puppeted. Everyone's a puppet now, including Willow's dads!

As you can probably guess being the plaything of a mad god hasn't been easy for King, whose job has mostly been "hanging out, down the street, same old thing we did last week".. only same old thing is "Keep the collector from doing far worse the best he can and hope they can find a way out of this". On the bright side Odalia has also been stuck in her own personal hell: having to actually be a parent while having on actual power while the collector apparently reguarlly taunts her with the puppets to remind her what happens if she keeps pushing him. Not even Belos wants to bodyjack her, she's fallen that low and I love everything about this.

The Collector himself though is as intresting as I found him last time. I also got a real sense of

Yes he's still a fairly terrifying little chlid making living persons into his playthings and he does need to be stopped.. but like me the show sees not just the terrifying power he wields.. but the child wielding them. He's like Anthony Belmont of It's A Good Life if the kid still had a possible chance to be taught empathy. Said vindcation also comes from @jess-the-vampire's biggest sticking point: The genocide. Even I coudln't really defend that but I figured it was more complicated or if he had then he'd be properly punished.

Turns out he likely didn't participate as the Collectors.. .WERE AN ENTIRE SPECIES. They were also deeply terrifying monsters, amazzing and perserving thigns much like this puppets.. and if a world objected well they got burned to the bone for their troubles. So the collector we saw do in the owl beast was likely not the one we know, not that it helped the creature rage against him less.. and the Titans clearly did not take them doing this as well, leading to their extinction but the collectors mostly going out. It also raises the question did King's dad seal the collector we know because they were that dangerous.. or because of that plus he didn't want to murder a child. Did he seal king as a counterballance? to protect him from the genocide? There's a lot of answers we don't have: the only promising one is King's magic CAN cancel out the collectors, so there is hope.

What we do know now is Eda is KINDA safe. The most danger is , as tended to be the case before all this started, herself as she can't resist triggering the security puppets to see Rahne again.

Also the design for the collectorfied puppets is both mildly unsettling and aweosme, especially Rahne who gets a spiffy haircut and new outfit…. proably for obvious plot reasons but still it's clear they put effort into every puppet not just his and it must've taken a LOT of time to design all these. It was entirley worth it and even as we approach the end I marvel at this series care and craft.

Lily is likewise helping and while her potions taste awful, the fact is she can make them from scratch, so their curses aren't an issue. WHat is an issue is both clearly plan to seal or kill the collector… and King.. dosen't want to do that.

And the reason is simple: King empathizes; Both are the last of their kind, both have tremendous power, and King… wasn't so diffrent. He also used to lack empathy, and what he had was thanks to having a strong loving mother to help raise him. Had king had what the collector has, he might never of gotten Eda to raise him the way she has and instead bullied her into submission the way the collector has. All the collector has had for parents is a race of genocidal entitled assholes, and a singular genocidal entitled racist asshole what manipulated him into working with him for centuries. He has no real sense of what's really right or wrong or even how fragile the beings he's abusing are. It dosen't remotely make what he's doing okay, he needs to stop and fix what he's done, but King can empathize with what he is. He needs to be talked down and talked into fixing what he did. It dosen't mean he shouldn't be punished, but it does mean simply locking a child away again wont' solve anything and may just leave it open for another oportnistic asshole to manipulate him.

It's really a message the show has slowly been building to: That kindness and empathy.. are more important than hate. That undrestanding each other is the most important thing at all. We can be better and are better than we think. Though it also has the hard truth to this: Some people can't change, won't change, and can't be reasoned with, and are just consumed by their hatred, bigotry and general stupidity. You all know wher ei'm going with

Belos: All My Sins Be Remembered

Belos thankfully did not have a great time for the first half of the episode for once, having to crawl with his legs giving out, and being haunted by appirtions, real or imagined, of his brother and all the golden guards he murdered. Chillingly and fittingly they dont' speak: they just stare at him, Caleb in paticualr having a bloody knife above him firmly confirming what we knew… and with belos weakly justifying it as "trying to save your soul". But Caleb says nothing, simply judging him silently, knowing that in his heart Belos knows what he did was wrong but can never admit it and thus never be free… as it should be.

Sadly.. Belos dosen't die, though it fits as he's the real big bad here: the collector is the main THREAT.. but as I said he's a stupid star children. The person who manipulated him, the person who caused all of this, the person who required FREEING him in the first place… is the one who should be the last threat our heroes face and being belos he falls back on the one tool he has: manipulating children. Using the Rahne puppet, he simply gaslights the poor kid again , making him think his powers made the puppet alive and then turning him against Luz and King. We do get the cliche only hearing part of it thing with collector listneing in on king but not hearing king wanting to talk.., but it works here: King is the only friend the Collector's ever had and this betryal would hurt deep.. witht he kid not understnading that of course King would want the rest of his family.. but it dosen't mean he dosen't care about the kid. Once again Belos has his finger on the triger and it's going to take a miracle to stop him… but he's loosing. That said WHY DID HE HAVE TO PICK RAHNE WHY WHY. DONT' LET THEM DIE FOR THE LOVE OF TITAN DON'T LET HIM D…

Huntlow (Featuring Gus): We won? We won WE WON!

We got a nice chunk of Willow Focus this episode, and it's nice she got some again before the series ran out. This one focuses on her tendency to be a pillar for her friends, and while it's an admirable trait.. you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of anyone else. It seems kind of obvious but between this, steven universe, encanto and countless other shows it's a common theme if one that bears repeating, and one even I struggle to take to heart at times against my better judgement. It's well done as we can see the pressure build, and Camilla, TRIES to help.. it's just the focus on you know, canceling the apocalypse means no one really noticies till willow puts everyone in plant jail. She's so focused on fixing Hunter's problems she can't see her own. Hunter isn't even to blame: It's understandable he's in a bad place emotoinally after belos and while his only drive right now is kick his green ass… he's not actulaly proceesing it. It's understandable she want sto help her sorta boyfriend not melt down but it's sad because you can tell things aren't oging to end well

The actual resolution is also sweet: Hunter finally opens up and admits he needs them both he's just not good with this sort of thing, and Gus gets willow to admit that sure she's a pillar to lean on but she needs people too. As a result.. the episode almost ends with hunter and willow holding hands, blushign adn willow basically confessing in short

Granted the Anti's are still a swarming but like.. shit's cannon now. It clearly was before but ther'es now mor ethan enough evidence. And look i'm not bragging becaus e"my ship's better than yours", ships are ships and unless their incest, pedophila or actively abusive, any ship is fine. But don't be a dick, and for the love of god don't be a biophobic asshole. Hunter being with willow dosen't mean he can't be into men if you want just as Luz being with a woman dosent' mean she's not attracted to men.. it's just who their with. It's what being bisexual means and I shoudln't HAVE to bring this up.. but I do because the biphobia in the fandom is obnoxious. YOu guys shoudl know better. Fucking stop.

A very well done arc. Now for

I Think Kiki Should Leave

So let's get this out of the way: Kiki should not be in this episode. She shoudln't. I get needing an action set piece to appease the mighty overlords who canceled the show in the first place, because Disney rarely makes sense. And I get it being a showcase for Luz's wand.. but my reaction to her coming back was the same as Luz's. It worked in season 2 both due to her constant humilations and her very personal rivlary with hunter, and her sad end, finding out her boss never cared about her and getting even was great. The problem is while she COULD be vital to this episode, as she did unleash the collector.. in practice she's just.. trying ot be belos. She has no ambition and thus there's no real threat. That might've been the intent but like.. when the character resolutions are so much more intresting and never really REQUIRED her to be…

Boshca by contrast.. was an unexpected elight, as finding out she's hung up on amity, and ruled the school was neat. And like.. if you wanted an ambointon for the boss just hav eboscha find one. It's not like Alador didn't make a LOT. I know Kiki's is a special model that's super powerful but like… Boscha is more intresting. Of course she'd put her own selfish desires over things, of course she'd have ptsd and whlie her face turn was suprising it was neat. Kiki by contrast does nothing we haven't seen and thus feels like sh'es just kinda there.

Other stuff:

Matt was amazing, from finding out his and Steve's last names are tholomule, to everyone's reactions to "Mantholmule": Camilla find sit adorably hilarious, Luz, Willow and Hunter are mortified and Amity and Gus are just done with this. I also love the super rad bump statue.

We also have Eldric, who looses every bit last shred of cool he had imitating the bandage guy from spongebob, and cheerfully describing how the well he fell down had rocks in it> I mean I love this new dork version of my newly adopted son.

So that about does it. This was an excellent episode and i'm sorry this review is so fucking late getting out. This week.. was a long mental struggle. Thanks for reading and i'll see you for the finale in apparently april!