#what i dont understand is why he didn't just come back alone and spin a tale abt surviving the wreck and being imprisoned or smth

[icarusredwings]

Carly Crocker

(Not to be confused with Carly Boothe, That's Al's girlfriend, This is Beast's wife, Story of Wade meeting her at the end)

The beauty and the beast episode pissed me off, so let's go, In finding home AU Carly Anne Crocker (aka the ex blind girl) shows up later to the mansconfesses her feelings to Hank. This time, Jeans words ring in his head about letting a girl decide how much she wants to risk and can't turn her away. If anything, he is overwhelmed with joy. I mean, come on, it doesn't take a genius to know he struggles with romance so the fact that he loved her so much and let her go, and she still came back to him? It's enough to make his entire face purple and spin her around. And if you're wondering, 'Do they replace Scott and Jean as the mansion 'lovebirds' ?'

YES. Yes, they do. Because there is not a word that describes how utterly whipped he is for her, and she sees no one else the way him, even before the operation. She can still recognize him by scent and foot steps alone.

Now that I fixed that, here's some head canons.

Carly, now that she stays at the mansion, can quickly be unnoticeable, especially if you don't go in the basement or the lab. Most people only first meet/ notice her when he comes upstairs with her on his arm.

She is mainly seen talking with Jean, but she has no distaste for any of the others. Anyone can come talk to her, and she would be more than happy to talk. She does occasionally ask questions that might seem personal, letting her curiosities of her new friends get to her.

Asking Kurt why his tail wraps around peoples legs when he hugs them, asking Kitty what would happen if she accidently got stuck in a wall, asking Ororo why she was claustrophobic, asking Logan what it was like in the 1800s. Asking Remy what it was like growing up on the streets with his type of powers. She once even asked Charles if he had regrets about opening a school.

Some things she just stook to asking Hank about. Like why Rouge didn't have a very strong trust in other women other than the ones on the team. Or How Scott delt with all the preasure of somehow representing the X men when the entire world seemed to dislike them until a time of crisis when heros are needed.

For the most part, he'd quote something at her or give her a simple awnser. "My dear, Rouge has had a hard life, and not a great time with her mother. I would steer clear of asking her this directly seeing as you dont wish to upset her, do you?" Its asked in a genuine stand point. Never trying to shame her into not being curious.

Of course, she doesn't wish to upset her friends. But there is so many lies on the media and they hold struggles she couldn't possibly understand without asking.

Hank is very chivalrous, between opening doors, taking her hand when they go up the steps, writing her notes, looks away when he feels shes indecent (dispite them having gotten married almost asap) Brings her small gifts of flowers and cakes, anything really he finds she might enjoy.

Being practically attached to the hip, she learns a lot of things and becomes somewhat of an assistant type, bringing him things, scolding him for staying up too late, forcing him to take breaks in order to eat, teasing him as a last resort. It's very Pepper Potts of her really.

Except Hank isn't like Stark. He listens (most days 🙄) seeing as he finds Carly can be very.. distracting.. when she wants too.

Mainly, She dosn't call him beasts unless she is saying "My Beast" or "Youre the only beast in my heart." Sappy stuff like that drives Hank insane. What also makes him a bit looney is when she refers to herself as "Mrs. McCoy." Or calls for him with a sweet low "Oh, Henry~"

Other than that, it's either Hank, Dr. McCoy or just Sweetie.

Carly also doesn't mind him hanging from things. She finds it cute and often teases him about Spiderman kissing her. She also simply adores when the bed dips down low and she can cuddle him like a huge teddy. Who needs a blanket when your husband was covered in the softest fur you've ever felt?

Sometimes Carly brushes him out, to save the drain later you know? But also it felt nice to get him to finally relax and lean into her. She would kiss his face and tell him how handsome he is, dragging the brush across his arms and chest, giggling at how love drunk he looks.

Other times, when Carly got cold she'd just come to him and he'll hold her while working, walking around with her in his arm, her snuggled up on his shoulder. Something Carly has learned is that Hank is very touchy. Almost starved for it so she dosn't mind being carried or held.

He rubs her back, pecking kisses onto her head while he types up something or reads. Sometimes the children make fun of him, comparing carly and him to when king kong grabs that girl and climbs the empire state building. It makes Hank a bit upset but Carly giggles because they have no clue just how safe she feels in his arms.

I wanna assume that during her periods he carries her extra and wraps one of those travel heating pads around her, gives her pain meds and makes her food. Domestic stuff that really just makes you wanna AUUUGGHH when you think about it cause god damn hes a romantic.

At first, Hank, being so gentle with her was sweet. How gently he'd hold her in bed, how softly he'd be sure to grip her when carrying her. But Carly gets a bit frustrated when Hank acts like she's made from glass.

I can see him humming Mozart to her, calling her Dear 24/7, quoting poetry to her, being sure to kiss her before he leaves on missions, etc.

He is OBSESSED when she wears his white coat because its so big on her. He thinks its adorable and cant help but stare when ever he sees her walking around in it. (Even though she lowkey looks like the pope) Carly likes wearing it when its cold in the lab or when shes taking a nap in his library chair because it smells like him. Hank has many pictures of her but one of his favorites is when you fell asleep in his chair while wearing his coat and you can clearly see in the picture that you dozed off while reading. He thinks its absolutely the best thing in that stupid cellular device.

I can definitely see their first night together- TOGETHER being something difficult. Hes too gentle with her and it takes her riling him up to get him to fuck her properly. She fully understands what shes getting into and they have plenty of time and lube, so why not?

"Henry my darling, I love you very much, and I know you are scared but I am not damaged, I'm not going to shatter if you touch me. I'm not an old vase, I am your wife. One who is capable of deciding when it's enough. So please.. stop treating me like im a pricless artifact."

"B-but you are priceless-"

"Henry-" she gives him this look of 'quit the bs'

"O-okay... I suppose I can try.."

Once she breaks his whole "I can't be too rough or ill hurt her cause shes human" bullshit mindset, It's insane.

No, they aren't rabbits but it is quite frequent and its a shock how they haven't gotten pregnant yet.

If anything its like they both cant get enough of each other, between the whispers she does in his ear to his hands around her waist all the time.

Sweet jesus. Poor Logan. He has to hear all this. He (both old logan and worst logan) is very happy for his friend but GOD he didnt ever think he'd hear someone moan 'Oh fuck- Henry!' before as loudly as Carly does. Jesus sometimes he wishes he didnt have super hearing.

It's not until Storm mentions that Hank has a wife during orientation, in which Wade finds out, and clearly, he has to go tease her about it.

Sliding onto the stainless steel work place he smirks. He's in his regular clothes today so he fully expects her to scream. She dosn't.

"Oh.. Hello. Dr. McCoy is out at the moment." She says, like an assistant does.

He smiles all big and leans forward. "So you're married to big blue huh?"

Quite proudly she smiles. "Yes. I am."

"Wwooww good for him. Actually, it's no good for you." The first part seems normal, but it's never normal with Wade. "Does he bend you over that table over there?" He blurts out. Well shit- that was suppose to stay inside.

But Carly already is smirking. "Yes, he does. It's deeply sanitized."

Wades eyes widden as if he had hit jackpot. Everyone in this stuffy place was all stuck up and prim and proper. So to hear Carly straight up admit this felt like immediate friendship.

"Wooo look at you girl. Get it. But I gotta ask. Why?"

"Why the table or why did I marry him?"

"Oooh... Both!"

"Well, A. It's fun. B. He's a good man. He's very sweet to me, even when I was blind I knew there was something about him. He cares for me so much more then anyone else has."

Wade feels like he can relate. He wants to say something honest like 'Yeah, He is a pretty good guy isnt he?' But instead his brain had other ideas.

"What? You into weird lookin mutants or something?" He makes a face that would have been wiggling his brows, if he had any.

It makes Carly shake her head, giggling.

"Well, not particualry but... You know what they say about guys with big feet.."

This made sense about wolvie actually..

He gasps loudly, hand coming to his mouth. "You naughty gal!! So it is true. You know, I've always wondered myself."

"Mmh. Now that I awnsered your questions, you have to awnser mine about the Wolverine."

"Ooh smart. Did your research I see. Who warned you I was coming?"

She gigles again. "My husband."

"Ahh that snitch. So. What do you wanna know? Im an open book but I do have a lying disorder. Full warning."

"Is it true what they say? That canadians make good lovers?" She asks, leaning on the table that Wade was now kicking his feet on.

"Unless...y'know... if you're into that sort of thing." This last bit is a whisper as Wade daintily flashes the tags around his neck while trying to give her a flirty face. "I'm owned, baby! You can't have me. Im too expensive."

He gasps again, putting a hand to his chest. "Woah woah woah! Ladies! Calm down. Im a married man!!"

COUGH engaged. Actually COUGH

Again, Carly shakes her head, giggling. Goodness. What a character this one was. "No, unfortunately, I am not. And im sure you are."

"Well, good! Cause if you break my friends heart ill rip yours out." He says, smiling, but you could tell behind those moonstone eyes that there was no joke about it.

"If I ever break his heart, I'll rip it out myself." Carly says, staring him dead center. She wasn't afraid. Should she be? Yes. But she wasn't. Because she knows the only way Hank was getting rid of her was if he cheated or hit her.

Just as he was about to say something else, he turns, hearing a "Wade?" In which suddenly he gasps again, drimatically. "Woah!! Stay off me lady! You're married!! What would ol hanky panky think about this!?" It's loud, over the top, and he even holds himself like carly was just trying to strip him all while she stood there, crossed arms, hip out and only a slightly entertained smirk.

"Really?"

"Wade what do you need?" Said blue guy asks, coming around to set down two lunch trays.

"Your wifes tryna get dirty with the poole Hank!" He says and now theres two people giving him a stupid look.

"Yeah.. riiigghhhtt.... anyway. I believe Logan is looking for you. Shall I tell him you're busy?"

Wade grins widely as he jumps off the table. "Nope. Have a wonderful day. Great meeting you. You're nothing like my roommate's girlfriend Carly, though. She's polish. You dont look polish-"

"Wade.."

"Bye! My HUSBAND is callin me!" He says, practically skipping away, out of their hair and into someone elses.

".. What a weird man." She says, watching him go. "Indeed..."

[flintbian]

Just finished The Witcher season two! It was so good!!! I loved it so much more than last season!

[sallyf4ce]

wolves

chapter IV

-> sally face x f!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, violence, homophobia

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: (y/n) and travis make up (ish), (y/n) gets hurt again (you really shouldn’t be surprised), larry gets a little moody (i don’t think he likes (y/n) very much), sal makes a move on (y/n) (although he doesn’t know he did)

“You’re (y/n), right? New kid?” Travis looks at you as you press the wet cloth to your nose. You nod.

“How’d you know?”

“Sal said it. he muttered. The disgusted look on his face was proven a facade by the blush on his cheeks.

“You’re in love, buddy.” you laugh.

“No i’m fucking not! You’re so fucking stupid, what the fuck? Who could love a faggot like Sally f-” you cut him off my shoving his head into the wall roughly. You don’t know what came over you, but being homophobic is still homophobic even if you’re in denial. You convinced yourself that it wasn’t about sally, it was just you being an ally. Way to kill the mood, travis.

“You pull that shit one more time and I'll leave you without teeth, blondie. Or would you rather i tell your dad that you hit girls?”

He squirms underneath your palm. “Sorry.” he looks at you with a pleading face.

You sigh and let him go. “S’fine. You need to learn how to control your anger, though, fuckface. You’re not gonna get anywhere with that attitude.” stuffing the bloody towel in your bag, you lead him out the door.

“I hate you.” Travis scoffs.

“What did i say?”

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“Larry, she’s already closer to travis than she is to us and they just met. Travis is a full-on dick, and they’re being all friendly! I didnt even know that was possible!” Sal chucks his bag in his locker. He hasn’t known you for long, but longer than travis! Plus he’s way nicer, too! Why’d you have to go and get all friendly with his bully?

“I don’t fucking like it either, sally face. Maybe we should just stay away from them.” Larry crossed his arms and leaned against the lockers.

Sal didn’t want to stay away from you, though. You were sweet, he was sure, just a little distant. Plus you just sort of intrigued him. He wanted to know why you were like this, what happened to you, why you had a prosthetic. Maybe it was hypocritical of him, though. He's only told Larry and Ashley about what happened to him, so he shouldn’t be picking at your trauma. you’ll tell him when you feel comfortable with it, but you’d need to be comfortable with him for that. and right now, it seems like you’re pretty comfortable with his bully.

“let’s go, dude. class starts in 5.”

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After grabbing your schedule with Travis, you set your stuff in your new locker (which smelled pretty good, surprisingly.) and began walking to your first class, math. Travis laughed at you when you read your schedule outloud and you gave him a whack on the head. What an idiot. He headed off to his first class, english.

you opened the door to the classroom and coughed to get the attention of the teacher, Mrs. Packerton.

“Ah, lovely! Class, say hi to (y/n) (l/n)!” she smiles as you awkwardly wave.

“You’ll be sitting in the back, right beside Sal.” an inaudible groan leaves your cracked lips as you make your way towards him, trying not to make eye contact.

“uh, here.” he moves over. you plop yourself down next to him and open your notebook.

“we’re doing a test right now. i’m pretty sure you won’t have to do it, since it’s your first day and all.” his blue hair bounces as he looks over to you again. it looks fluffy.

“you wanna touch it?” he chuckles. you don’t want to come off creepy, but he’s offering, right?

you reach out your prosthetic hand but quickly pull it back and switch it, realizing you can’t actually feel with it. he chuckles at your mistake and leans in to your touch.

you were right. it felt like clouds, puffy but still silky. it wasn’t combed properly, though.

“Mr. Fisher and Mrs. (L/n), you little lovebirds. hands to yourselves, please.” Mrs. Packerton laughs a little. “Ah, young love.”

you quickly pull your hand back and flush.

“stupid old lady.” you mutter.

“Mrs. P’s nice, she’s just a little… enamoured in her students’ love lives.” sal laughs.

“stop, you’re making her sound like a pedophile!” you cover your mouth to suppress your laugh and sal’s face heats up even more. He made you laugh!

You both quieted down as Sal continued his test and you doodled in your sketchbook.

“are you okay? after travis, you know.” he hummed, a mix of concern and jealousy swirling in his eyes.

“uh, yeah. i’m fine.”

“You sure? Your lips look pretty busted.”

“It’s all good.”

“why do you hang out with him, anyway?” he turned his test upside down and faced you again.

“what do you mean?” you’re confused.

“he hit you in the face first thing in the morning. If i was you, i wouldn't really like him.” sal gripped his pencil.

“are you jealous?” you question, a smirk on your face.

“No.” his expression is hidden behind his mask. you look into his eyes, trying to make him blush.

the blue is a different blue than the one you saw yesterday. it’s lighter, almost like a porcelain blue.

“whatever you say, porcelain face.”

“porcelain face?”

“your mask, and your eyes, i guess. they’re like a porcelain doll’s.”

he hums.

“what are you then? metal hand? cyborg? fist of steel?”

“you forgot iron fist.”

“iron fist?”

“sure.” you grin. sal’s heart flutters again.

“Alright children, please hand in your tests and nicely file out the class. The bell will ring any moment.” Mrs. Packerton smiles sweetly and starts collecting tests. You grab your bag and leave the class.

Sal looked around the room for a bit, looking for you. A flash of (h/c) hair leaving the room catches his eyes. He tries running after you, but you’re already heading towards your next class.

•Lunch time•

“Shut the fuck up, Trav. I said she was stupid, not stupid hot. I don't know where you got hot from! I literally never said it.” You shoved his shoulder. He just snickered and continued teasing you.

“Hey, (y/n)! Come have lunch with us!” Sal saw you walking with travis. He waved you over from the cafeteria. Travis immediately stopped laughing and sneered. He quickly began walking over to sal, raising his fist.

“Leave us alone, fucking fag-” travis swung at sal but you stepped in front of them, raising your arm to cover sal’s face since he was taller.

Travis throws punches like a wrestler, You already knew that. Maybe you shouldn't have used your real hand to catch it.

His fist slammed into your forearm roughly and you flinched.

“Fuck- travis, go cool off. Now. Leave.” you hold onto your arm. It stings, but it's not broken. You’ll be fine.

“You’re all a bunch of-” he stops mid sentence as you give him a glare. It sort of said ‘you’re gay too, dumbass.’ he scrunched his eyebrows and walked off.

“Oh my fucking god!” a girl with brown hair ran over to you and lightly grabbed your arm.

“This her, sal? Are you (Y/n)?” she looked at you. She seemed very sweet. Kind of reminded you of your cousin.

“Uh- yeah- can you let go?”

She smiles in apology and lets go.

“You didn't have to do that, (y/n).” sal scratches the back of his head. You’ve gotten hurt twice because of him. How are you supposed to be friends if the only thing sal does is hurt you?

“I think maple might have an ice pack in her lunch. Can you come sit with us?” He hopes you say yes.

“Yeah, okay.” you needed the ice pack and travis was nowhere to be seen, so you didn’t really have a choice.

“Hey, (y/n).” Larry grumbles as you walk to their table. It seems he’s upset with you.

“I just saved your buddy from travis. Not to your liking or something?” you look up to him. If something’s wrong, he should just fucking say it. Not beat around the bush like a pussy.

“Yeah. you and travis seem to be getting along well.” he finally makes eye contact with you. Sal and the girl seem uncomfortable.

“We all got our issues, asshole. Some of us just know how to deal with them better than others.” You sneer. He’s allowed not to like Travis, but he’s not allowed to be a bitch to you because you actually understand his actions and choose to help him instead of ignoring him.

“Whatever.” he spits. You turn to sal.

“I’ll get my own ice.” you begin walking away. “Also, watch your dog.” you hear sal chuckle as larry groans. He walks up to you before you can leave, Larry throwing his arms up in the air in disbelief.

“Hey, uh, (y/n)? I’m sorry you got hurt. Could- could i make it up to you somehow?” his hand is on yours. It’s warm, he’s probably blushing hard under his mask.

“Sure, sally. How would you do that?” you spin around to face him. You can see his mask rise a little and his smile peaks through.

“Do you have a phone?” he pulls his cell out. It’s just a simple black flip-phone with a few paint splatters.

“I do, it’s in my locker. I dont have my number memorized, though. Stupid area codes.” you mumble. “You wanna come get it with me?”

Sal looks back to his friends. Ash is nodding frantically while Larry twirls a cigarette through his fingers, still mad.

“Alright.”

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[serenhyunjinity]

serial killer! seungmin

“they never suspect the seemingly innocent people”

word count: 2400+

“Another body was found in an alley behind a korean bbq restaurant, it has been confirmed that this murder had been related to the two strangelings that happened just two weeks ago” the news blasted through out of the bar, customers that were barely sober listened diligently at the surprising article. Sure, news like this would bother anyone living in the area but to y/n, being a barmaid who worked long night shifts and left work within the deep, dark night, this for sure was one of her biggest fears.

It was almost closing hour, groups of intoxicated individuals scrambled out into the night, leaving the remaining staff residing inside of the rundown bar to clean and hang around until the time would eventually hit 3am. Y/n sat on the bar stool, listening to whatever felix was rambling about whilst attempting to pass time, whilst Mina was stacking away the remaining glasses into the cabinets beneath the bar table. Although, all that filled the young girls mind was the fact she had to walk home, two hours after the body of a girl her own age was found just minutes away from her apartment building. It would be fine right?

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call you a cab?” Felix worriedly asked the girl standing before him, although this did not change her mind in even the slightest. “Well i just don’t want to turn on the news and see that my best co worker had been crowned the fourth victim of this freak”, felix was worried, I mean who wouldn’t be when their best friend was about to risk her life when she could easily prevent it.

“Felix, im fine, my apartment is only five minutes away and it's just a waste of money to get a cab” y/n was never easy to persuade when it comes to situations like these. Money was precious after all, being a barmaid wasn't particularly the best paying job around. “I’ll call you when im back, i promise” and with that, the girl was out of the door.

Stepping out of the doors of the bar, a chilling breeze hit y/n like a truck, her face scrunching in discomfort. Sighing to herself, she began to walk through the poorly lit street, turning towards the separate road which was connected to the street she was on.

Quiet. It was way too quiet. The silence that filled the air caused y/n to stop in her tracks and look around in curiosity. Why did it feel like she wasn't alone? No, dont be stupid, you’re just paranoid because of the news a couple of hours before. Although, as soon as the girl began to walk, a rustle of leaves made her immediately stop in her tracks. Wind y/n, it’s the wind! Breathing in and out one last time, y/n began to continue her way home, until a hand suddenly grabbed hers.

“Why are you out here at this time? Haven't you seen the news?” an unfamiliar voice rang in her ears, though it didn't sound like the typical dodgy man you would expect to see roaming around at 3am. His voice was sweet and was young? Is that even a good way of describing a voice, whatever. Spinning on her heels, y/n was faced with a boy around her age, dressed in a white shirt and faded blue jeans. Why was he out here so late? His bright smile caused her heart to swell, how could a complete stranger have this much of an effect on her? “Did you hear me? Want me to walk you home?”

The strangers voice caused her to snap out of her deep thoughts and focus on answering the attractive boy standing before her. “You don't need to, I only live a few minutes away from here, but thank you for the offer” with a slight bow, she turned but only found the stranger walking at the same pace as her, basically hip to hip. It wasn't like she was going to complain after the boy blatantly didn't listen to her reply, he seemed pretty trustworthy anyway.

Silence. Although it was different from a few minutes ago, the uncomfortable atmosphere was replaced with one that was comfortable. Arriving at the familiar apartment building somehow brought a sense of sadness within the girls gutt as she turned towards the kindhearted boy who had taken his time out of his night to make sure she was safe.

“Thank you for walking me home, is there any way I could repay you?” the boy looked up in thought, which gave the girl enough time to look at his eyes. They were a deep brown, almost like bottomless pits but something seemed so off with them, it was almost as though they held no emotion and were dead, at least on the inside. His eyes were the complete opposite of his exterior, which sent a shiver down her spine, after all the eyes were the door to the soul, as her grandmother would continuously say.

“How about a date with the cute barmaid I came across on my way home?” he winked slightly, causing a slight blush to form on the girls cheeks which were pale from the cold air previously.

“Deal, I would love to go on a date with the cute boy who walked me home at 3am” a chuckle left her lips as he smiled back at her. And that was that, he turned his back to leave. “Wait! I never caught your name” y/n called out, causing the not so much of a stranger to turn his head, the smile on his lips still gracing everyone with their precience, despite her being the only one there.

“Seungmin. Kim Seungmin” he replied, wow even his name was enough to cause butterflies to flutter inside of her stomach. Entering her apartment, the dark hallway brightened up with the flick of a switch, as she quickly scrambled to get ready to sleep for another few hours. But suddenly a thought crossed her mind.

How did he know she was a barmaid when she was in her casual clothing and was minutes away from the bar? She had never seen him there before, or at all in fact.

-

It was the day of the date, well technically it was the same day that she met seungmin but still, she was going on a date with a cute stranger. Sitting in the cafe, a warm cup of coffee placed in between her hands as she patiently waited for the boy to arrive. Looking out of the window, almost on cue, the familiar looking boy appeared, wearing a pale blue beret that covered a majority of his head. Stepping into the quiet cafe, his smile lit up the whole room as he sat in front of the girl who returned his beaming smile with one of her own.

“Sorry, I would've came earlier but something came up” he sounded out of breath, until something caught y/n’s eye, blood. It was only a small patch, placed between his two fingers on his left hand. It seemed as though she wasn't very subtle about her glances though, as seungmin followed her curious gaze and stared at his own hand. “I had a major nose bleed, it bled onto my top so i had to quickly change”.

Y/n, how could you be so stupid? Dismissing the unusual blood stain, her focus shifted onto making conversation with seungmin. Throughout the date they both were in fact, the same age. Seungmin attended a college not too far away, studying photography but psychology seemed to be a big interest of his. After an hour or so of constant conversations about their hobbies and personal lives, it was time for the date to end. Well that was until the employee of the cafe turned up the volume of the radio, causing most of the customers to turn towards where the noise was coming from.

“A body has been found beside an apartment building on miroh street, the girl named Park Chaeyeong aged eighteen” holy crap, that was near y/n’s apartment building. “Although the murder was with the use of a knife, a very bloody killing, it has been confirmed to be related to the three murders previously”.

y/n tore her eyes away from the radio and glanced at seungmin, whose lips were still in a wide smile, how could someone be so happy even after hearing something terrible like this? “I’ll walk you home, we don't want you getting killed hey” he nudged her jokingly and left the cafe, with a shell shocked y/n trailing behind.

Something was weird, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.

-

A couple of weeks passed by, after a few dates, seungmin and y/n were now united as a couple. She found it strange, how someone could make her swoon even with the dumbest of comments. Although along with this, there was something that she knew her partner was hiding from her, yet she just wasn't sure about what exactly this was.

“Hey y/n have you heard from Mina lately? She isn't answering her phone” felix spoke as he glanced down at his phone that was gripped in his right hand. It wasn't like Mina to not show up to her job, but maybe she was just sick and forgot to call in, it happens sometimes. Yet that wasn't the case at all. Instead, before y/n could even answer the blonde, two police officers barged through the doors of the partly filled bar.

“We’re here to investigate the murder of Seo Mina, we understand that she worked here and we suppose that she was on her way here before the incident” smash. The glass that y/n held quickly dropped to the hardwood floor, completely smashing, sending thousands of glass shards to spread out behind the bar table.

How could she be dead? This surely couldn't be happening. The two officers invited themselves into the back room where only staff could enter, well that is unless situations like these occur. Felix broke down, collapsing onto the stool that was placed beside the bar table. Sure these murders scared the living daylights out of y/n, but they had never hit this close to home.

“There is still not a single suspect, how is this even possible, they don't even leave a trace of evidence” the police officer mumbled to the other as they dug around throughout the many wine bottles and shot glasses. What exactly were they trying to find?

Sighing, y/n turned at the sound of the bar door opening. It seemed to be a trend for people to suddenly flood the bar once a murder occured, almost as if it was like a coping mechanism, being around large groups of people drinking till the early morning.

“Are you okay princess? I heard the news” a familiar voice rung in y/n’s ears, it was seungmin. Another common occurance was that seungmin would almost always check up on his girlfriend immedietly after a murder had taken place, which was way too many times as she would have preferred.

Nodding, y/n smiled faintly and looked up at the boy who was yet again, wearing pastel clothes which looked almost way too innocent for a man to even wear. “Im fine, just a little shaken up, but felix is worse than me, seeing as mina and him were getting closer”. Felix sobbed into his hands as he repeatedly called the girls phone, hoping everything was just a big prank and that Mina was still alive. Yet it sucks, because that would never be the case.

“I’ll walk you home, say goodbye to felix” seungmin said soothingly, rubbing his girlfriends back as she moved over to felix, wrapping his body into her own embrace. Everything was going to be okay, right?

-

Stepping into the apartment, silence suffocated the area as y/n stared at the floor. Seungmin rushing to put her things around neatly before disappearing into the kitchen. Her body felt weak, the thought that her friend was no longer in this world quickly took control of her brain. Life was unfair, it was just too cruel. Sitting on the brown couch in front of the television which only showcased a black screen, reflecting her own form.

“You know I love you y/n” seungmin’s voice erupted from behind, as he stood directly behind the girl. Nodding to herself, she repeated the three words back to him as she closed her eyes, everything will be over by tomorrow, right?

Suddenly, a cold object moved swiftly over the back of the girls neck, what the fuck was that? “It was a shame really, i grew so fond of you, i was going to kill you the day I met you but there was something that just made me stop myself” shock caused the girls body to freeze on the spot. Did he just say he wanted to kill her?

All in an instant, the blade was shoved into the chest of the girl, pain instantly hitting the girl as her body toppled to the floor. Seungmin smirked and pulled out the knife, watching as droplets of her own blood dripped onto her face.

“I-it was y-you?” the girl managed to let out a sentence, the pain was fading away, being replaced with an uncomfortable feeling of numb burning. “Why?” y/n yelled out as she tried to remove herself from being under the boy. Yet all that just made it even harder for the pain to fade away.

Meanwhile, a pair of hands were wrapped around the girls neck, her vision quickly turning blurry and faded. Was this really how she was going to die?

“I was watching you for a while, i'm just glad I was finally able to get my hands on you” he chuckled, pressing even harder on the girls neck, blocking her airways almost too perfectly. “I knew the police wouldn't suspect me, after all, they never suspect the seemingly innocent people”.

Shortly before everything turned black, one hand left her throat as her struggling began to halt. Until a click of a camera was heard as seungmin laughed to himself.

“Welcome to my collection y/n, my favourite model”.

And with that, everything turned black.

[twilightxcx]

Paul Lahote - Jealousy

Anonymous asked: I would like to read a paul story... but i have no ideas! 😂 maybe some fight, break up and make up? Jealousy? Sweet Paul? Sexy Paul? All? 🤔🤔🤣 sorry, i'm not helpful 🙈🙈

Thank you for your request anon! Disclaimer, I do not see/and / or wanna keep up an ideal that Jared is misogynic. But for this story's sake I made him that. (I view my babes as nothing but perfect, and that's that)

Readers POV

It's 5 in the afternoon when I arrive at Sam and Emily's house. The welcoming smell of food is the first thing to catch my attention as I take of my jacket and shoes. Whilst the warmth fills my body little by little from the cold weather outside, I hear two laughs coming from the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, I find my best friends Emily and Kim chatting. Emily standing smilingly next to the stove with her big baby bump, stiring in a pot where the amazingly smeeling of food comes from, and Kim standing next to her cutting vegetables for our planned dinner together. In difference to Emily she carries no baby just yet, but a a beautiful engagement ring sitting on her finger from a month ago when her and Jared celebrated 2 years together. Looking down at my hand i am also finding a beautiful ring set on my left ring finger, a ring I got just a year after Paul and I started dating. Today we are 2 years and counting.

Since it's a girl night only today I eagerly start helping them with the food whilst chatting about the pack in general, laughing ocationally at funny things that's mentioned before the food is ready and we sit down to eat.

A few hours later we have eaten dinner, made and eaten a beautiful dessert consisting of chocolate cake and just chatted. Soon the boys and Leah are gonna be on their way back, having food already warming up on the stove whilst me and the girls take a seat in Emily's living room.

"I just can't understand you are gonna have a baby soon, I mean it's just about 3 months left!" Kim states with a happy tone making Emily smile looking down at her big belly stroking it. "You are right, it's all gone so fast. With me and Sam getting married last year and now we are having a family. I can't wait to see our baby girl grow up!" Emily says happily looking over at me as i also smile happily for Emily and Sam's sake. They have gone through so much but now they can finally just have a life together and raise a child, it's beautiful really.

"When are you and Paul gonna have one?" She then asks me making Kim also turn her focus at me. Directly i see a spark turn lit inside of her at Emily's question, making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Uhm maybe next year? I don't know. Paul talks a lot about it but I don't wanna rush into things." I answer before Kim interrupts my thoughts.

"Omg what if you were to get married whilst pregnant? You would look so good with a long white dress and a round belly." Kim says exitedly as I screw myself in the chair a little, unsure what to answer. Emily agrees with Kim.

"Who's gonna get married whilst pregnant?" Embry then all suddenly says, surpising me but also Emily and Kim with his presence. With him I also see Jared and Seth, Jared directly locking eyes with his imprint before siting down next to her in the sofa where both her and Emily is seated. Seth on the other hand sits down next to me, greeting me whilst doing so.

"Y/N and Paul!" Kim explains exitedly, making me feel even more uncomfortable then before now that there is a crowd. Jared kisses his girl on her cheek. "Nah I think if she's gonna have a baby it's gonna be with Emmet, you know based on her love for cold, vampire guys with too little brain." Jared jokes, making all of the guys in the room laugh, including himself and Kim. But I don't laugh, and Emily doesn't either.

In the corner of my eye I see Paul enter, hearing this out of context. Meanwhile Emily starts defending how good relationship Paul and I have and how much we love eachother since she knows that Paul isn't the happiest about me hanging out with the Cullens in the first place. But Jared doesn't listen, and also doesn't seem to know that Paul is present, so he continues.

"Come on. Like Emmet wouldn't diss Rosalie, a cold unfertlie vampire who also doesn't seem to be able to take a joke for a warm, fertile, funny girl like Y/N! Also, you call them 'friends' but who knows what happeneds behind closed doors!" Jared keeps on joking teasingly, making Paul turn furious. As I realise where this is heading, I then quickly stand up before placing myself between Paul who's shakings are increasing by the second and Jared who now finally is aware about Paul's presence in the first place.

"Paul nothing of what he just said is true. Let me guide you out and I'll happily stay in the forrest with you until you calm down so we can talk about this." I say placing my hand on his cheek, but it's too late. Pauls shaking are already increasing even further.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to, it was a joke. I didn't even know you where here" Jared is now standing up. The three of us stand close, with me in the middle trying to keep them away from eachother.

"Y/N let me go, I dont wanna hurt you" Paul voice is angrier then I first would have imagined it to be. He's shaking uncontrollably and breaths in angry huffs, tying to calm himself down.

Jared on the other half tries to get even closer to me and Paul, making Paul even angrier. Paul softly pushes me away, not hard enough to harm me but hard enough to increase the distance between us. Now he's face to face with Jared, who seems more worried then anything.

"Then why did you say those things? Some of things must be true if you were joking about them" Paul growls as I once again place myself between the two men, getting a worried look from both Seth and Embry, both of them prepared to drag two wolves out of the house if this goes out of hand.

"Paul don't take it out on him. He was just joking. Please just go outside with me and I'll happily stay with you until you have calmed down."I say sympatically placing my hand on his warm arm, directly getting lightly pushed away again.

"Don't touch me Y/N. Why would you defend him if it werent true? You are just as false as all of them, I regret that I ever trusted you. I don't want anything to do with you ever again." He barks at me, hurting me even more for each word he speaks, and I feeze in chock. Did he really mean that?

He soon realizes his mistake, and keeps on shaking uncontrollably whilst trying to erase the small distance between us. I shake my head at him, meeting his eyes filled with regret as I feel the first tears leave the corners of my eyes.

"I-no I didn't.." Is everything I hear from him before the guys drag him out, to afraid he might shift this close to me. I don't even react at him screaming my name, it's useless. He doesn't want me anymore.

As I keep on crying my vision turns blurry, and because of all the thoughts spinning in my head my world turns quiet. I don't really hear anything after that, all I see is how the guys drags him out of the house, into the forest where he shifts in anger, and fear. A second later he is gone before a howl echoes through the house.

All suddenly someone puts its arms around me, holding me close. Then another person also puts its arms around me. I don't react at any of the calming words or gestures. I just feel cold inside.

My whole world is still blurry and I see barley nothing. And I feel nothing, I'm just empty. I pull away from the embrance, hearing Emily call my name as I put on my jacket and shoes in a quick manner before running out the house. Luckily no one follows me, I guess they are to focused about what happened to Paul, my fiancé. Or atleast he was mine.

I run home in the pouring rain, closing the door with a hard bang before locking it. I already know I am home alone, Paul is most likely not in the mood to see me right now, or ever again for that matter. After taking of my jacket and my shoes I then stumble into our bathroom. Without taking of any of my clothes I turn on the shower with hot boiling water. Just before I stand myself under it I place my phone on the sink, still wanting to have a phone later on.

I am still numb from feelings, so non understanding what I did wrong. It wasn't me who spoke those things, and even less so me who wanted to beat up my best friend for saying them in the first place. But still he blames me, because he is jealous and can't take that I have other males around me. Male friends, nothing more. Only if he would understand that.

As the warmth fills my cold body I relax under the steaming streams of water. It's like they are waking up my shocked body into an awaken state again and soon I find myself crying. Crying over how much I love that stupid man, but also crying over the fact he didn't believe me, but he believe his friend that knows nothing about me, absolutely nothing.

I stand there until the water goes cold, and even then I don't step out. I don't know how long I stand there. 20 minutes, 1 hour? 2 hours? Time seems to go so slow, every breath I take feels like having a truck pushing down my own chest. But then finally, I stand out of the shower, finally ready to atleast go to bed. No toothbrushing, no hugs and kisses or cuddles from the man I love. No. Just me, my thoughts and my cries.

Stepping out of the shower, I trip and fall. It takes a minute or two to realise what actually happened, and I see that I've not only hit my head, but wrenched my left ankle, and that I am bleeding from my right hand. With a little bit of help from leaning against the shower door, I soon get up standing, only to reach for my phone to call for help.

SETH'S POV

As Paul got carried out through the door to the forest by Embry, Jared and Quil, I stayed in the house with Emily, looking after Y/N.

After Paul said those horrible things to her she just zoned out and just ran out of the house a few minutes later. I and Emily did even try to hug her to show our sympathy, but she didn't react. It hurt a lot in me seeing her that hurt, and I wanted to follow when she left but Sam made me stay. He said he was gonna talk to Paul as soon as he calmed down, and that this would soon be over as if it was a normal thing that Paul and Y/N had a fight in the first place. It's not, and knowing Y/N correctly I know she doesn't take this as lightly as Sam said she is gonna be. I don't know what she thinks, but all of us wolves feel Paul's angst and anger at himself. Shes his imprint and he fucked shit up, as always.

Looking at Emily contenly asleep in the sofa next to me, I sigh, before looking back at the TV on with some bad soap opera. I wish Y/N was here. Kim and Jared have already gone home, Sam told Jared to stay away a while until Y/N and Paul work things out. And whilst Paul is calming down with Sam and Jake the others had to go on patrol. Except me, I am looking after Emily.

After another while of hearing snoring coming from sleeping Emily across the couch and having the soap opera coming to an end, I stand up and take her in my arms, bride style, soon placing her in her and Sam's bed before heading out of the house. Whilst locking the front door since Emily is the only one home at the moment, my phone starts buzzing and I imedietly start wondering who wants to contact me this late at night.

"Hello?" I speak, not looking at the screen before answering. "Hey! Seth, I, I need your help" It's Y/N and she sounds sad, and afraid.

"Are you okey Y/N? Where are you now?" I ask worriedly, she sniffles a cry. "Just come to mine and Paul's house. Use the key under the door carpet to get in. Hurry." She says before hanging up. As soon as the call is ended I start running towards the forest, undressing quite messy while doing so.

When I shift to wolf form I hear all of the guys talking to eachother, through our mind link. Sam and Jake talk about Paul finally calling down, whilst Leah, Embry, Quil and the pups run around the border searching for vampires. As soon as they hear my thoughts Paul is on his way towards his and Y/N's house, together with me, Jake and Sam.

When we get there Paul is quick to pick up the key from under the mat, and unlocks the door before all four of us almost run inside. We are all wet from the rain, naked under our shorts entering the small house. A small cry hears from the bathroom.

"Babe? Are you in there." He calls, walking hurriedly over to the bathroom door, trying to open it. We follow.

"Paul?" She sniffles, all of us hearing the sad, desperate tone in her voice. "What are you doing here?" She continues sadly, not a single trace of being mad in her tone. He hums agreeingly.

"Yes its me baby please open the door. Seth called for us." Paul says yet again trying to open the locked bathroom door.

Y/N's POV

"Yes its me baby please open the door. Seth called for us." Paul says as I am sitting down on the cold bathroom floor, not able to stand and therfore not able walk another step. He then tries to open it again, hoping it might work but it doesn't.

"After you said those things I ran home and took a shower, trying to ease my mind but as I stepped out of the shower I think i fell wrenching my foot. I am bleeding on a few fingers on my right hand but I also seem to have hit my head. I don't remember that much. I called Seth whilst I still was able to stand up." I say as the guys outside turn quiet for a moment.

"It's okey beautiful, we are gonna get you out" Paul says, worry filling his voice. "You think you need stitches?" He asks as the other guys seem to have left the door in order to search for the spare key to the bathroom in other parts of the house. I nod to myself, taking in the deep cuts in my ring-, and longfinger but also thumb. "Yes" I say as Seth seems to have come back, giving Paul the extra key before the door seconds later turns open.

"Omg babe what did you do" He says crouching down to where I sit, gently placing his arms under my legs and back to carry my hurt body into the bedroom. Placing me down on the bed, something touches my feet and indirectly moves my hurt ankle, making me hiss in pain. Paul realizes this, and calls for the others to get bandaid, call Sue and a water bottle.

A few minutes later the guys have patched my thumb us as good as they till Sue gets here and can stich my wounds together. My foot is put in a bandage and I am not allowed to sit up, due to the dizziness of my head. Paul even snarls at Jake when he tries to see if anything in my hand is broken, but since I still can move all five fingers we think It should be fine.

"I'm here you guys! I'm here!" Sue, Seth's mom arrives maybe fifteen minutes after Paul told Seth to call her. She walks into the bedroom with a bag full of doctors equipment and if she were not to have come in regular clothes you would think I was a patient and she was my doctor. Sue is a nurse, and has even work some at the hospital where also Carlisle works.

"Let's get you into one piece again, shall we?" She says siting down next to me in the bed as I nod. She starts taking of the bandage of my wounded hand, reveling the wounds cut open from a sharp edge by the showerdoor. Both Paul and Seth gasps as Jake let's ut a quiet 'damn'. After she's examinated it for a minute she starts cleaning around it with some rubbing alcohol, me twitching at the sudden strong pain in and nearby the wounds.

"You okay?" She asks me as Paul circulate the room like a stressed out puppy. Sam mentions for him to sit down next to me in the bed, taking my unharmed hand in his stroking it gently with his thumb while doing so. He grips at it tighter when she starts stitching my hand back together.

"There you go Y/N. Now I just need to look at your head a little since the guys did such a great job at stabilizing your foot, so I think that atleast should be fine."

-

20 minutues later I am still placed in my bed, with absolutely no allowence what so ever to even go to the bathroom for myself. After Sue finished examining me it turned out I also got a small concussion. So on top of my sprained ankle and a cut open hand, I not will not to be allowed to do anything without help for the next two weeks. So I will not only feel like a dead zombie I will look like one too.

As in for now Seth and Sam are talking with Sue about further medication and treatment whilst Jacob and Paul stays in the bedroom with me. Sue got me some medication for the hand, already making me feel even more tired then before.

Whilst I'm laying here almost forgetting what happened between me and Paul a few hours ago, I can feel he's still pretty worried about it. Not because I don't think that is fair, but because I am to tired to care and both of us know what he said not will change my feelings for him. Jake speaks up.

"So, no work or studies for the rest of this month huh" He says, trying to start a conversation since Paul honestly looks to shaken to start one himself. I sigh.

"Yes. Exactly. Me and this bed are gonna spend a lot of time together." I say with a tired, sad voice. Paul murmurs something I can't interpret.

"What were you saying Paul?" I say, slowly turning my head towards Paul, not wanting to make any sudden movements. In the corner of my eye I can see Jake leave the room, probably so that we can talk privately. Turning my gaze back to Paul, he sits very sunken with his head hanging low, and a ashamed look on his face. He takes a long moment just staring at our intertwined fingers before he answers me.

"If it wasn't for me this wouldn't have happened from the beginning. I let my aggression take over before I even listened to what you had do say about it. I know nothing of what he said was true, but just the thought of it got me shaking in anger." He breathes out in frustration over his own actions. I just sit still listening whilst he continues.

"I just didn't want this to happen, I didn't wanna hurt you but yet here we are. I am so sorry Y/N, I am an god damn idiot. You are an amazing woman and I fucking failed you." He says, letting go of my hand to cover up his red puffing face from me, about to cry. I place my unharmed hand on his shoulder, trying to scooch over as much as I possibly can with on working leg and one working arm. He starts sniffling.

"Hey baby look at me. Don't worry I am not mad at you" I speak truthfully, moving my hand from his shoulder to stroke his hair and scalp, knowing this soothes him. He shakes his head removing his hands from his face, looking up at me.

"I hurt you" He says, eyes red from crying as I place my hand on his cheek, stroking away the tears. "To quote the best book in the world written by the best author in this world; 'You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices' " I say with a small smile as I stroke my tumb against his stubble, then lips and finally cheek. He grasps my unharmed hand in his two, prepping it with kisses before he closes his eyes placing my hand on top of his clothed chest, against his heart.

"I love you, so much. I really am so so sorry" Paul pleads as I put my arm around his shoulders pulling him to me for a side hug. When he hugs back I dig my face into his neck whilst holding him tight. "It's okey baby, I love you too. Just forget that it ever happened, it doesn't matter." I mumble into his hairline whilst caressing his hair. He thighteneds his grip on me a few seconds before we let go.

I press a short kiss to his lips, getting a kiss back the same second. "Okey?" I ask, unsure if my message got through. He nods. "Yes, thank you. I promise it will not happen again" He says with a determined but sweet voice. I smile.

"I know. Now please warm me up I'm freezing" I say, gesturing to the small blanket put on top of me whilst the sheets are placed behind my head and by my feet and hand for support. He smiles at me before doing as I propose, placing his arm around me letting me lean onto his shoulder. Paul gently kisses the side of my head and scalp making me close my eyes.

"On a other note. I actually wouldnt mind marrying you whilst pregnant. It would honestly be pretty sexy if you did." Paul whispers into my ear with a deep voice making me shiver in excitement. He notices my reaction, laughing as I with my unharmed hand i hit him in his rock hard chest, marking that that is not the way you speak to your future wife! This makes Paul laugh even more, making me roll my eyes at what a dork of a man I have. I sigh.

"You are an idiot you know that?" I tease back as he smiles one of his sexy, stomach fluttering smiles at me. He takes my hand stroking it easily with his thumb whilst answering.

"But I'm your idiot baby" He says as I sigh yet again but agreeing defeat to his words.

"And only mine"

"Only yours"

-

Thanks for reading!

[leelee10898]

Fast cars & Freedom: ShadowBoxer (4/?)

Summary: Ellie gets blast from the past. Logan amd Ellie have thsor dinner, but will it go well?

Pairing: Logan-x-Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

Song inspiration:

Ellie paid the driver and got out, her eyes taking in the familiar sights.  It had been a long time but she would always remember this street. She turned around slowly noticing her destination, a sign that read TC Automotive where Kaneko Auto Body used to be. New owners  she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.

********

Ellie sat in the in the booth of the diner somewhere in Eastern California, the events of the past few weeks playing over and over in her head. She had ditched her prom dress grabbing a change of  clothes at Riyas. Colt stopping and buying something quickly. “Were gonna get through this Ellie, don't worry.” He placed a reassuring kiss on her forehead, she rest her head on his shoulder. “How can you know that colt?  These people are unhinged, we could be dead tomorrow. I want to live Colt. I'm not ready to die” she sniffled.

Colt knew this was eating her up, he needed to find some kind of a distraction, anything to make her happy, to take away all the fear and pain. He needed her to be happy, it was as if he survived on it.  He looked around the small diner, a guy sitting at the counter, his shirt reading viva las Vegas. “Have you ever been to Vegas?” she lifted her head “What? With everything going on you're seriously asking me if i've been to Vegas?”

She walked into the shop, not seeing anybody around, nobody manning the desk, nobody anywhere. “Hello?” she yelled as she walked around. She looked at the desk some papers strewn about, some car parts. The place reminded her of Kaneko's garage,  the new owners obviously rebuilt it a bit more modern but appreciated the older feel of a garage. Her eyes landed on a postcard from Vegas. Her mind taking her back to a night that she would remember the rest of her life.

“Ah yeah, I am. So have you?” he smirked, he loved seeing her get railed up, it was cute the way she scrunched her nose up. “NO!”

“ok, it's settled. Were going.” he jumped up reaching for her hand. She grabbed it as they climbed on his bike. “Where are we going colt?” She asked as she put on her helmet.  “Vegas.” he smirked as he shut his helmet kicking his bike to life.

******

“sorry miss. How can i help you.” she turned towards the voice. “Oh just picking up my car.”

A huge smile formed on her face. “Toby?”

“Oh my god. Ellie belly is that you? You're all grown up.” he ran lifting her up into a spinning hug. “oh my  god hold on x is gonna get a kick out of this.” he ran towards the hall “Hey X. X, come here. You're never gonna believe whos here.” ximena came out a huge smile plastered on her face. “oh my god sweetheart, how the hell are ya?” she pulled her into a crushing hug. “Eck. X. Crushing. Me.” she grunted as ximena let her down. “I'm not sorry, it's been too long honey.”

They stood there talking about Ellie moving back. Toby and ximena travelling together, coming back this way once they heard someone opened a shop in the same place, and ended up working there again. Toby went to look for her keys and couldnt find them. “Hold on, I bet the boss has them.” “Hey boss, can you bring the keys to that Honda?” she heard someone shuffling around in a room off the back before emerging. Toby and ximena said they would catch up with her later.

“ C- Colt!” Ellies heart dropped in her stomach as she came face to face with him. After 6 years the sight of him still lit a fire in her. “Here are your keys miss. You should be good to go. Also, you should probably get a new car seat those may not be safe after an accident.” He kept his face fixed on the paper in front of him. Ellie felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. He couldn't even look at her and acted like he didn't know her.  “Th. Thank you.” her voice trembled, immediately irritating her. Why should she be upset, he's the one who left without saying goodbye.

She snatched the keys out of his hand and storming off to the lot to get her dad's car. How dare him, after 6 years he still had the power to make her swoon to pissed in a matter of seconds. She marched out to the lot getting in her dad's car. She let out a long irritated scream,  all of her frustrations boiling over. She turned the key, the car roaring to life. Something in her snapped as she peeled wheels out of the lot. She caught a glance at colt propped against an open bay door.

She couldn't understand how someone she hadn't seen in 6 years could piss her off so bad. She took the long way home, hoping to calm down before getting there. She arrived home, Luca barreling towards the door. “mommmmmy.” All of Ellie's frustrations and fears instantly melting away upon seeing that sweet smiling face. “Hi baby. Oooh I missed my sweet girl. Did you have fun with grampy today?” she lifted her up, wrapping her in a hug.

“Yup. We went to the park. Grampy made a friend. Her name is sally.” ellie eyed her dad. “He did?”

“uh huh, they are going to have dinner on Saturday night.”

“Ooooh kay. That's enough of that little miss loose lips. How about you go watch some tv while grampy helps mommy with dinner.”

Luca jumped up and down with excitement before running into the living room.

“How was your day?” He asked Changing the topic. “Nope. Na ah. Were starting with you. You taking my daughter to pick up chicks?” she eyed her father.

“what? No. I would never, ellie.” she chuckled “Dad im just playing with you. I think it's great you have a date.” she hugged him. She knew he hadn't really dated much since her mom died, and the fact he felt comfortable going on a date now made her so happy.

“Speaking of dated. I have one tomorrow night.” her father looked at her confused.  “With who?”

“Logan.”

She spent the entire work day thinking about her dinner with Logan. Was it a date? Was it business? Whatever it was she felt the butterflies in her stomach, no matter what happened she knew one thing for certain she was telling him tonight.

She raced home getting ready in a hurry, Riya picked Luca up since her father had card night with some of his old police buddies. She wore a white and champagne colored v neck midi dress. She tacked her hair up in a braided updo, she looked in the mirror her nerves getting the best of her when she heard a knock at the door.

Logan stood on the other side, Ellie stood there a minute admiring the man before her. He had sure grown up, still with that toned body but he was bigger than before. He wore a pair of khakis and a button down shirt. “You look beautiful Ellie.” He finally broke the silence. “Ah. Beautiful you too look.” he cocked his brow amused by how flustered he made her. “I mean, you look nice too Logan.”

“These are for you.” He held out a bouquet of wild flowers as She let him inside. “Thank you. These are beautiful. Let me go get a vase.” she came back quickly and they headed out for dinner.

They sat at the table sharing stories of the past, and laughing.  She missed how easy it was with Logan. They were headed somewhere she had thought and then she found out he used her to get information about her father's investigation.  She had already had feelings for Colt, but she would be lying if she said that didn't play a factor in them becoming even stronger.

A silence settled over the table and Ellie took her chance to try and back out of becoming his accountant. “Logan. We need to talk about me being your accountant. I dont think its a good idea.”

“Ellie, we have been over this time and time again. I trust you, besides it's a done deal.” Logan casually sipped his beer.

“You might not feel that way after you hear what I have to tell you.” He arched his brow.

“ok El, what is going on?”

She shook her head “not here, can we go?” He grabbed the check, paid and the valet brought his car around.

They drove to a parking lot, Ellies nerves a wreck. “Ok, whats up Ellie. You know whatever it is,  you can just tell me.”

She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “Logan I am a mom. I. I have a daughter.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened at her confession. “So you have a kid. I don't see what's so bad about that Ellie.” he chuckled.

“That's not the bad part.” she started to fidget in her seat. “Her. Her name is Luca. shes. She's 5.”  Logan sat there Quiet. She could see him doing the calculations in his head. “Logan?” she spoke softly, she couldn't take all the silence.

“Five? You were in college then. Did you meet someone there?” She shook her head no. He swallowed hard, his throat becoming dry. “What.  What are you saying, is. Is she mine?”

The tears started to spill, silently. “Im, not sure if she's yours or Colts.” She hung her head ashamed. “I'm so. So sorry Logan. “ she said through sobs. After 6 years of being alone, raising her daughter alone she finally was one step closer to finding Lucas dad.

“Hey. Hey. Don't cry Ellie.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly.  

“How can you be so calm? I just told you there is a possibility you have a child.”

“I know. I'm not going to lie Ellie, I am kind of freaking out. But what good is it going to do if I flip out?”  he took a deep breath “You did it on your own?”

Ellie told him about finding out in school and trying to get in touch with both him and colt, both numbers disconnected. She had her dad look for them, but turned nothing up. Eventually she just resolved herself to raising Luca alone. Logan apologised, he left town for a little while, he came back once the brotherhood was dismantled completely. It was then he enrolled in night school and took a job with a racing company.  They drove back to her house in silence. Logan leaned over giving her a hug. “It's gonna be ok El, we will figure it out. Can I.” He cut himself off, hesitant to finish.

“Can you what Logan?”

“Do you think I could meet her?” Ellie stared at him shocked “Ah. Well. I think that is ok. But, and don't take this the wrong way but.  I don't want to tell her you may be her dad. Not until we know for sure.” Logan nodded “I'll follow your lead. It's gonna be ok Ellie, no matter what,  i'm here for you.” he wrapped her in a tight hug, placing a soft kiss in her cheek.

She got out of the car, waving as he drove off. She turned to head to her house when she caught sight of someone standing across the street. “Really Ellie, him? Of all people why him?”

“Not that I have to explain anything to you but, it was a business dinner.” She snapped. “what do you want colt?”

“What do I want? It's been 6 years and you show up in town like nothings wrong.” He followed her up the walkway.  

“Oh, so you do know me? Because yesterday you couldn't even look at me.” She seethed, turning to face him.

“Oh I know you alright.” he snorted.  “ how could I ever forget you Mrs. Kneko?”

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So,do you think that Voltron is deserving of the collective hate for season 4 and the claims of lack of character development? I personally liked the season,I didn't LOOOOVEEE it but it was completely okay and I dont understand some of the claims?

I’m not surprised at negative reactions I have seen from portions of the fandom (it’s to note that, while there is certainly vocal negativity in the fandom, it’s not everybody!). I sort of expected the backlash even before I finished the season; before I went online to tumblr, I predicted what the criticism would be about. So it’s not that people are making something out of nothing. The fans are definitely detecting something. And there are certainly a number of areas where I myself could constructively criticize the season.

That said, I don’t think that what these individuals detect about Season 4 is any reason to create a culture of collective hate for Season 4. I think it misses the point about what Season 4 is, what the purpose of Season 4 is, where in the narrative arc Season 4 is, and what VLD as a whole is. I don’t think Season 4 deserves such negativity at all.

I think that it would be good to step back and understand what S4 accomplishes, and to think about what waiting for future seasons will do to S4′s contribution in the long-ranging story. We need to be patient before everything comes to fruition.

Season 4 is a short six-episode continuation of a very long, complicated narrative. It’s only natural it won’t have EVERY nuanced aspect of the franchise in this time frame. Six episodes is very little material. While of course you can pack a lot into six episodes, and sometimes that’s a good idea, sometimes it’s also not a good idea to pack everything into such a short time frame. That can convolute the story and take away clarity, among other problems.

Voltron juggles a lot. It juggles the overarching narrative structure of fighting against Zarkon and the Galra. It has long-length arcs that last two seasons, culminating in a major climactic moment. It has season-length progression. It has single episode or multi-episode arcs. It has character development arcs for main characters like Allura, Shiro, Lance, Keith, Pidge, Lotor, and Haggar. It has side arcs and main arcs and arcs on top of arcs and many characters major and minor and planets upon planets and so much stuff going on. It’s not that Voltron is oversaturated in storytelling material… it’s just that it’s a very complex story and needs to create a sense of balance of progression for all these different plot points.

A six episode chunk isn’t going to handle all of that. It’s going to be one part of a balance to the greater whole. Season 4 isn’t about Shiro’s character development. But that’s okay. Season 4 isn’t focused as closely on Keith as Season 3 was. But that’s okay. Season 4 can give a good, useful contribution to the story as a whole without tackling everything.

Furthermore, just because it’s called a “season” on Netflix doesn’t mean it has the role of a season. Again, six episodes. The first six episodes of Season 1 wouldn’t make a stand alone chunk, nor would the first six episodes of Season 2. I wouldn’t criticize the first half of Season 1 for not getting “everything” to be a satisfying arc because that is not the purpose of that chunk of material. 

And there’s something to say that Season 4 does have a significant arc in and of itself that is introduced, built up, and brought to a climactic point within the six episodes we see.

And that significant arc is really the center and purpose of Season 4.

Season 4 is about the expansion of Voltron’s fight from one castle-ship to a galaxy of beings. That’s the purpose it’s meant to have within the larger VLD storytelling structure. It accomplishes this task very well. It’s not about the Paladins trying to learn how to be Paladins. It’s about something far broader than the six Paladins. It’s a season in which we are opening up to NEW characters and concepts and battles! It does that by giving us for the first time a battle with an entire flotilla of ships from aliens across the galaxy. It’s not a season meant to fully tackle the GRIT of old characters, but to introduce us to more material that will be built up more as we got on.

Season 4 is the beginning of Matt’s official on-screen journey, for instance, and the writers definitely made sure to give Matt a good grounding of screen time. We might not have had big Lance-questioning-himself moments, but that’s because the season’s purpose was to give us grounding for material like Matt which also will need to be developed through the franchise. 

Season 4 likely will be a foundation upon which much more nuance can be built. Give it a chance to grow from here, please!

Season 4 might throw people off because it has a slightly different narrative tactic than S1-3.

Season 4 is about expansion rather than a small team. Season 4 is a high concentration of casualties and near-casualties in a short time span. Season 4 builds on external political affairs moreso than has individual character episodes (aside from “Reunion”). Season 4 has more sense of passing time and time jumps than the steady moment-by-moment plotting we get in S1-2 especially. It’s a somewhat different narrative structure. And as soon as something changes, fandom can feel “off” and instinctively react against it.

But I don’t think this means S4 is out of place. It means that we are entering the central, convoluted development meat of the story… where things are getting chaotic and more pressed and everything is changing in the midst of the war. That’s what a middle chapter of writing often does: give us that spiraling out of control and spinning of new circumstances. We’ve started the plunge into a new portion of the overarching story.

Season 4 has incredible moments in storytelling, as well as significant moments for many of the Paladins. To say it is completely void of Paladin growth and nuance is to bypass and downplay critical scenes throughout the Season.

Now about character development: I do feel like the Paladins feel “flatter” because we’re not given as much in-depth focus on them this season (also because “The Voltron Show!” was an intentional writing of flattening the characters… but that’s a FULL episode of them feeling “less”). Again, it’s about the broadening of horizons this season, so we get a less “nuanced” lens specifically at the Paladins. I don’t criticize S4 for having this somewhat flatter feel for the Paladins because 1). sometimes looking at such a small chunk of material can make things naturally look flatter than they are over the whole, 2). there’s that other focus S4 is meant to expand upon, and 3). because the Paladins actually *do* have significant character moments!!!

Season 4 honestly packs a lot of story in a short time, if you think about it. And there is high-quality content in there.

Powerful, intricate moments for characters and their development include:

Shiro/Kuron’s nuanced psychology about Keith being leader. On one side, he says that he has accepted Keith is the Black Lion’s Paladin and will support his friend’s role as Voltron’s leader. But on the other side, Shiro commands Keith to obey him, questions Keith’s decisions, and undermines Keith’s role as leader. Kuron plays back and forth, simultaneously supporting Keith as leader and usurping Keith’s authority as leader. It shows a complicated psychology to what Shiro thinks about the situation.

Shiro/Kuron’s psychological struggle about being rejected by Black. We again see Shiro’s personality dimensionalized. On the surface, he shows himself to be calm, in control, and accepting of situations. He tells Keith he’s accepted he cannot be Black’s Paladin anymore. And while Shiro might even believe that, thinks he believes that, or tries to tell himself he believes that… it’s obvious that’s not the whole story. Shiro is extraordinary distraught when he’s sitting in Black’s cockpit, listening to the terrifying sounds of his teammates shouting, being overwhelmed by enemy forces, in deep danger and need of help. Shiro clenches tightly onto the Black Lion’s handles, his eyes tear up, and he pleas for Black to accept him. This is a huge moment of vulnerability for Shiro and speaks to the problems he’s continued to harbor.

Some interesting, continued dynamics about Shiro/Kuron’s attention to self-interests. It’s not that Kuron is selfish or cruel. He obviously is torn about not being able to save the Paladins, sitting there helplessly in the Black Lion’s lifeless cockpit. But Kuron acts a bit more in his personal interests and makes some commands to (especially) Keith that are less sensitive than we would expect of team-oriented, diplomatic S1 Shiro. This new S3-4 Shiro is being developed.

Keith’s intricate struggle about his place on Voltron’s team. This cannot be analyzed enough. There is a lot of depth to how Keith avoids the discomforts of being the Black Lion’s Paladin by diving deeper into his Blade of Marmora training. It shows Keith accepting his identity as Galra and doing something with it. It shows Keith questioning himself and his role as leader. It shows Keith distancing himself and pulling away as a quiet means of him trying to handle his problems all by himself. We can talk on and on and on and on about what this means for Keith’s personality, as well as what this means for his relation to team dynamics.

Pidge’s mission to find Matt. Do I even need to explain this one and why it’s such a significant moment for Pidge’s character arc??? Isn’t this self-explanatorily a great character episode for her through and through? Isn’t this in depth and full of heart and not flat at ALL for her character?

All the Paladins acting as polished fighters. Compare them to S1. This season manifests how they have grown.

An entire episode dedicated to Coran’s insecurities. Nice to see an entire episode focus on Coran feeling worried about his contribution to the Castle of Lions group!

Lotor moments, Lotor moments, everywhere! Lotor is just as complex and interesting as the second he was introduced in S3. There’s a beautiful complexity in how he acts contrite before Zarkon but smirks behind his father’s back. There are lots of signs of Lotor’s machinations everywhere. And yet again, the story builds on Lotor’s ruthlessness - killing Narti - and being willing to do anything tactical to achieve his ends… down to offering peaceful talks with the rebels.

Haggar being built up as a more prominent antagonist. With complex motivations that are yet to be fully revealed! Wasn’t this so cool though seeing Haggar take the forefront of leadership against the rebels??? It’s a huge growth from her just telling Zarkon she made another robeast and asking him to use it. Also her staring at her appearance wide-eyed? Demonstrations of insecurities from Haggar we are unaccustomed to seeing. Growth growth growth!

Everything about Matt. This season not only introduces Matt, but gives us an in-depth perspective of who he is. He’s hardly flat!!!!!!!

Keith taking on a notable leadership role in the final fight. Keith brings up back-up, taking a notable step in leadership. This might not be Keith in the Black Lion, but this is a point in which we can see that Keith’s training with the Blade of Marmora is making him take prudent initiative in dangerous situations. Keith’s actions in the final episodes feels like a nice step up into Keith starting to actualize as a leader. Definitely an important step up in character development here. 

Keith’s self-sacrificial flight. POWERFUL and terrifying Keith moment. We’ve seen Keith take a suicide mission before, filling in a role. We see this happen again, but in a very different matter. This is an even grimmer taking of responsibility… it’s not just that Keith has a small chance of surviving a difficult mission… but that he’s literally flying a ship in an indisputably deadly collision course.

Lance’s leadership abilities and sense of responsibility matured. In the first episode, we see Lance take on leadership roles while Keith is absent and Shiro cannot pilot Black. When Lance gives Allura a speech about her being the heart of Voltron, he’s taking an extraordinary step that no other Paladin has done. Usually Paladins defer to the leader and wait for him to make the next move and statement (especially when Shiro’s in Black). But here Lance steps up to give the necessary leading, motivational speech, Paladin-to-Paladin. He has become an incredibly important and serious second-in-command.

Allura being the heart of Voltron. Allura using her magic in a new way to save Voltron is a beautiful manifestation of her growing abilities, growing strength in herself, and power as a Paladin. 

And that’s hardly everything we get in these six episodes! We might not have scenes where Lance questions his value on the team and dig into those character development arcs, and I totally get why that general lack feels odd… but this season hardly turned anyone into two dimensional sticks. We’ve got amazing character stuff in here for sure.

I’m sure we’ll continue digging into Keith’s insecurities, Lance’s insecurities, everyone’s problems. We’ve still got more to come and far, far more to tackle than what a small portion - six episodes - can do. 

I’m not worried that the writers have somehow made Season 4 “a mess.” There is something to be said that viewers should be able to be content with a story as they’re going along - not just when they’ve completed the story and can now study it retrospectively - but there’s also something to be said about waiting for plot threads to continue developing, and understanding that different parts of a story have different purpose. Season 4 executes a lot of amazing things. It’s not perfect, and I don’t want to go into all of its flaws, but as I pointed out above, there’s so much to offer, too. My favorite season is probably still 2, but I have no hate for 4!

And frankly Keith’s near-death and Pidge’s graveyard breakdown are going to be some of my favorite scenes in the entire franchise forever.