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lunajay33 · 3 months

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New World🪵🍂

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world

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I just came home from teaching, throwing myself down on the couch, usually Daryl stops by every night for supper and it’s been a tradition we have continued every night since I came back from college

I hated leaving but I needed to get out of this shitty town for a bit, and when I got the opportunity to come back and teach I had to, I couldn’t be apart from Daryl, my best friend, anymore

We’ve been friends since his mom died, my parents told me about his mom and so the next day in school I sat with him at lunch and from then on we have been inseparable, sure he was a hard nut to crack but after that he was the sweetest kindest person I’ve ever met

As I got up to start dinner the door burst open and Daryl and Merle came running in frantic

“Guys what’s wrong?” I asked worried

“Ya need to get yer fine ass movin” Merle laughed

I never liked Merle he was a terrible person and a terrible brother

“We need to go..now” Daryl said grabbing a bag off my counter and throwing a bunch of food in it before taking my hand and dragging me to his truck while Merle got on his bike

“Daryl what’s going on you’re scaring me” my voice trembled as he started up the truck and followed Merle down a back road out of town

“Shits happenin, people are dyin, comin back and eatin everyone, we just gotta get outta here” he said taking my hand in his

“Oh god…..well where are we going”

“Up to that quarry I took ya to last summer, it’ll be far away enough from the city and we got fresh water, don’ worry sunshine I’ll keep ya safe” he said giving me a reassuring squeeze

It was silent for most of the drive all I could hear was the blood pumping in my ears, how could this be happening? What was going to happen now, everything was just falling into place, me and Daryl were just planning to go on a trip to Tennessee too but I guess that’s down the drain

Everything I imagined for my life felt like it was slipping away

“Remember that first day we became friends?” I asked trying to distract myself

“Yeah, ya came and sat with me at lunch, had that green dress on and lil matching bows in yer hair, ya were my first friend, glad ya came up to me that day” he smiled looking at me

“I’m glad too, you were so scared and a blushing mess when I was talking to you, it was adorable then I gave you my cookies and you finally opened up to me” I laughed remembering him snatching my pouch of cookies when I held it out to him

“I wouldn’ cute” he groaned

“Come on Daryl you were adorable you still are” I teased loving how he was getting red

“Stop that” he gentle pushed me making me laugh

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After a long drive we finally made it to the quarry only to find a few people already camped out but thankfully they allowed I three to stay given Daryl and Merle’s hunting abilities

As daryl and Merle were setting up the tent I went around getting to know everyone and asking them what they knew about everything, it’s been scary everyone’s experience and lucky I had Daryl to get me out safely

As the sun got closer to setting I and the air was cooling I helped Lori clean some fish as she laid it over the fire

“Do you need anymore help?” I asked tired

“No dear you go relax for now we will come get you when everything’s ready” she smiled

I smiled and nodded as I made my way over to the tent, unzipping it I found Daryl and Merle having a heated conversation

I stepped in and took my usual place next to Daryl on his sleeping bag

“What’s going on?”

“There’s lots of folks here I say we jack all there stuff and get outta here ‘fore the sun rises” Merle said smirking

“Come on Merle these are good people we need to stick together and we are in a good place can we just see how things go I don’t wanna leave”

“Damn pussy, I knew we shouldn’ have come and got ya” he groaned as he left the tent

I sighed and turned to look at Daryl and of course he had a defeated look

“It’ll be okay Daryl! I’ve gone around and they seem like a good group to be with everyone carries their own part, we can make it work” I smiled trying to cheer him up

He didn’t say anything which was typical but I was fine with that I knew he wasn’t much of a talker I just hoped my words got through to him a bit

“So…..where am I sleeping tonight” I asked trying to avert the conversation

“Ya can take my sleepin bag I got a blanket I can use” he said looking back at the little thin blanket by the sleeping bag

“No daryl it’s your sleeping bag I can take the blanket”

“Nah ya ain’t doin that”

“Well….i mean the sleeping bag is big enough for us both to fit” I said feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, but it’s not like daryl and I have never shared a bed, we’ve had many sleepovers as kids when his dad was being an ass but this felt…..different

He shrugged his shoulder “sure might get cold tonigh’ anyways” always the survival man

“Okay umm….dinner should be ready soon we should go set up around the fire” i said standing up and pulling my shoes back on, I looked back at him and he was just staring

“Ya coming?”

“Ya I’ll be out soon” he said grunting as if clearing his voice

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Daryl’s pov

Me and Merle were coming back from hunting when we safe people on the sidewalks being torn apart, guts everywhere, people screaming and and we knew we had to get outta here

“We gotta get away from these things, we’ll stop by the house get some shit, my bike and we will head to the quarry” Merle said speeding to our crappy house

After we got everything I stopped Merle

“We gotta get y/n, I can’ leave her”

“Nah leave that slut here, just gonna slow us down”

“Man im gettin her, ya either follow me or not but im gettin her” I groaned as I hoped in the truck and drove off the her place

After I got her she was so panicked but tried not to show it but I could see it in the way she acted, I’ll do anything to keep her safe even if I gotta but my life on the line, she everything to me and has been the only one to keep me going, she’s my sunshine

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Normal POV

I got a seat on a log pushed up close to the fire some were sitting around as there was two fires going to keep the flames not as big

Finally Daryl came out and I pat the spot next to me while he laid a blanket over my shoulders

“Thank you” I smiled he always showed his friendship to me in little ways and they always made me feel warm inside

I handed him a plate of fish and some random vegetables the group has found

“So y/n, how long have you guys been together?” Jacqui asked startling me with such a question

“What?”daryl asked confused

“You and y/n, you’re a couple aren’t you, you both seem like the perfect couple” she smiled

“Oh no he’s my best friend, been friends since we were 9, barely been apart”

I looked at Daryl and he was clearly uncomfortable and the people around us could sense it as well so they carried on with their own conversations

After we finished eating he stood up and left towards the tent, I sat my plate ontop of his and thanked the girls for supper and headed of towards the tent as well

“Can I come in?” I asked at the tent door

“Ya” he grunted as I heard him shuffle around

I unzipped it seeing him changed into more comfortable clothes sitting on his sleeping bag

I zipped the tent back up and smiled

“Maybe I should have packed some clothes quickly before we left now I gotta sleep in jeans”

He shuffled through his bag and pulled out one of my big night shirts

“Where’d you get this?” I asked confused

“When ya come over for the night sometimes ya left a few things and I kept them just incase, thought I’d bring em along” he shrugged

“Thank god for those sleepovers then, mind if I change in here?” I asked taking the shirt from him

“Sure” he turned as I started to unzip my pants and pull off my shirt, quick to haul the oversized shirt over my head as I came down to the middle of my thigh

I folded up my jeans and “day” shirt and laid it by his bag

“K I’m done” he turned and started to crawl his way into the sleeping bag

He opened one side and waited for me me to join, it was snug but with the chilly night air god was it warm, I turned so my back was to his chest so we could fit more comfortably and he laid his arm over my waist

“Where’s Merle?” I asked not having seen him all night

“Said he was going down to the quarry must have wanted to get his own fish er somethin?” I hummed in understanding feeling my eyelids getting heavier

“Daryl….please don’t ever leave me” I said finally understanding the weight of everything and that this is probably gonna be our forever world now

He grabbed my waist and held me closer

“I ain’ never leavin ya”

My heart felt a bit later after such a strenuous day

“Good night Daryl” I said as I laid my hand ontop of his

“Night sunshine”

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beneathstarryskies · 19 days

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Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Grimmjow just can't let you go.

Word Count: 2,380

Warnings: toxic behavior, implied social media stalking, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), manipulation

I think it's pretty tame overall but please heed the warnings

Your reasons for breaking up with Grimmjow were valid, although you’d never get him to see that. He was possessive. He was rude to your friends. Although he was never aggressive towards you, it was tiresome to pull him away from every single man who even looked in your direction when you were out together. You loved him dearly, but the relationship had become exhausting. It was tiresome to always have to be the mature one.

Grimmjow didn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. You were his everything. The only ray of light in his world; the person that kept him grounded more than he’d ever been before.

“Good morning, doll,” he texted you every single morning. Sometimes you answered because you felt a tug of guilt in your chest, or because you secretly missed him just as badly. But then you set your phone aside and tried to go on about the day.

He didn’t have to know you still slept in his shirts or sometimes sprayed the cologne he left over on your pillow so that you could pretend he was still sleeping beside you.

A month after you’ve dumped him, you manage to go a full week without succumbing to the urge to text him back. Grimmjow was going nuts. He still texted you every morning, sometimes with sprinklings of “thinking about you, dollface” throughout the day. As he grew more desperate, he even sent you a dick pic, “don’t you miss me?” the accompanying text had said.

At the end of the week, your friends managed to talk you into going out. They had you convinced all you needed was a little rebound dick to get over your dry spell, and you’d be back in the saddle.

What they didn’t know was that Grimmjow was all over your social media accounts. The second that group selfie went up, he recognized the club you were at. It’s one of your favorites.

You were already a little drunk when your eyes fell on Grimmjow. He was sitting at the bar wearing a black button-up that was wide open, showing off his muscular chest, and a pair of ripped jeans. He looked as casual and calm as you remembered him, but with that air of confidence that seemed to attract everyone towards him. You felt a surge of jealousy when you noticed another girl sitting beside him, smiling brightly as she attempted to chat him up.

“What are you looking at?” one of your friends asks, swaying drunkenly as she leans against your shoulder.

“He’s here,” you say. “Grimmjow.”

Her eyes follow yours towards the bar, and she raises her eyebrows. You sigh as you watch the girl beside him lean closer, but you can’t sink to his level. You don’t want to be the one getting jealous and making an ass out of yourself.

You down your drink and then try to look confident as you make your way to the bar for another. Even though you’re viscerally aware of his presence just a few seats down from where you’re leaning over the bar ordering drinks, you try to appear as carefree and unaware of him as you can.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him standing up. Then his hand is on your hip, squeezing it like you’re still his. He leans in and you can feel his breath hot against your ear.

“Thought you were hiding from me, dollface. Why didn’t you come say hello?” he says. You shudder immediately, not wanting to give in but craving more of his touch. You squirm out of his grasp.

“I’m not in the habit of saying hello to exes. Especially ones that have a new girl hanging off of them” you roll your eyes.

“Ouch,” he holds his chest as he feigns hurt but then he’s slipping right back into that maddeningly confident smirk. “Don’t be jealous, dollface. I just met her, but we both know who I came here lookin’ for.”

“I-I’m not jealous!”

“Oh? Maybe I should take her home then,” he leans in closer and waves at the girl even though she’s looking pretty pissed. “She is cute, right?”

Your ass is saved by the bartender passing your drink to you. Grimmjow’s hand wraps around the glass before yours does. He steps back, holding your drink hostage.

“You never change, doll. Always the same drink,” he chuckles as he takes a sip.

“Don’t be an asshole, Grimmjow! I came to have fun with my friends,” you whine.

“Fine, fine. Let’s have fun, then,” he downs your drink in one gulp and sets the empty glass on the bar. His large hand wraps around your wrist and he drags you to the dancefloor.

“Grimmjow! I can’t!”

His arms wrap around your waist, guiding you to sway against him.

“You used to love dancing with me,” he chuckles and kisses your neck. “Used to beg me to hold you against me and dance with you like this”

He purrs against your ear as he rubs his crotch against your ass. You whine when you feel his half-hard cock against you, and for a brief moment you remember how good it used to feel when he bent you over and…

“Grimmjow, my friends,” you whine half-heartedly.

“Baby, they’re too drunk to even realize you’re missing. You need me to take care of you.”

Your head falls back against his shoulder as he guides you to sway to the music. You can’t help pressing your ass back against him, and he growls in response.

“Hey, I think you need to go home,” he whispers against your ear. “Want me to take you there, baby?”

“I’m not ready,” you pout.

“Mm, I think you are,” he insists.

He pulls away and you miss his warmth against you so quickly. You almost want to throw yourself in his arms, but instead, you let him take your hand and guide you outside to his car.

“Grimmjow, we shouldn’t…”

“Why not, baby? You still want me, I still want you.”

He knows deep down you’re still in love. He just needed to remind you. He needed you to remember how good things would be between you. It doesn’t have to end just because you have some silly notion in your head that you’re better off apart. He’ll prove it to you.

“Grimmjow, we broke up,” you whine, trying to remind yourself as much as him.

He pins you against the car and kisses you passionately. It takes you a brief moment to lean in and kiss him back. You just can’t stop yourself. Your hands tangle in his hair as your tongues rub together in a fiery fight for dominance that Grimmjow easily wins.

“Fuck,” you whisper as the two of you pull away from the kiss. You shudder softly and have to restrain yourself from kissing him again.

“I should go back inside, my friends are probably looking for me.”

“Come on, baby. You know they’re not. They saw us dancing. They know who you’re leaving with.”

You try to resist, but he’s opening the car door for you and ushering you inside. Before you have a chance to gather your thoughts, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car while he’s cranking the engine. As he starts down the road, one hand is on the wheel while the other squeezes and kneads your bare thighs.

“I missed this. I missed you, really fucking bad,” he confesses while keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the road. You can tell by the tight set of his jaw, barely visible by the streetlights ahead, that it wasn’t easy for him to admit his feelings.

“I miss you too,” you admit.

“We don’t have to stay broken up, you know? It’s just stupid to torture ourselves this way.”

“I know.”

You felt stupid admitting it out loud. Over the past few weeks he’s been a constant presence either on your mind or on your phone vying for your attention. You tried so hard to stay strong and resilient. Now in the darkness of his car with his hand on your thigh and a couple drinks running through your system it’s all too easy to give in to his intense presence.

“Have you been with anyone else?” you ask quietly, not wanting the answer but needing to know.

“I mean…Fuck, why do you have to ask me that?”

“Tell the truth,” you plead.

He looks ashamed. The car pulls to a stop in front of your building, and there he is again staring out the windshield into the dark night.

“Yeah. Just a hookup…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought fucking someone else would bring me out of it, you know? Take me back to who I was before I met you, but it didn’t.”

“I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Am I an asshole for feeling relieved?” he chuckles bitterly, already knowing the answer.

“Sorta,” you laugh too and lean across the console to kiss his cheek.

“Gonna invite me in?”

“Will you still be there in the morning?”

“Yeah, and the next one after that if you’ll let me.”

You know you shouldn’t let him. You should tell him no. You should push his hand off your thigh and yell at him for being a jerk. Instead you nod slowly and wait for him to open the door for you.

Inside your apartment, Grimmjow leads you by the hand to your bedroom. He doesn’t wait for your half-hearted arguments before his lips are crashing against yours. He lets out a soft purr when you kiss him, and he lifts you up to lay you down on the bed without having to break the kiss. His lips drag down your chin to your neck where he nibbles and sucks marks onto your flesh so you’ll remember for days where he’s been. Greedy hands tug at your dress and knead at your flesh in a discombobulated flurry as though he can’t decide whether he wants to touch you or rip your dress to shreds.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growls in the brief instant he can stand not having his mouth on you. Even as he bunches your dress up at your hips, he’s still pressing kisses everywhere he can reach, not caring if his mouth hits your skin or fabric.

“Grimmjow,” you whine.

“Mm, I love how you say my name.”

When he finally settles between your thighs, he can’t even take the time to properly remove your panties. He leans in and drags his tongue against the damp lace. Just the taste of you sends a shiver of delight down his spine. His tongue manages to find your clit and he teases it until you’re tugging on his hair, pleading for more. He hooks his thumb into the crotch of your panties and pushes them aside before leaning in to continue his assault. Feeling his breath on your pussy and the softness of his tongue flicking against your clit makes you whine with need.

He dips his fingers into your entrance to test how wet you are before getting up on his knees. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the ground before reaching down to unbuckle his pants. He pushes them down just past his ass.

“You look so pretty like this, baby girl,” he purrs as he takes in the sight of you laying underneath him. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re panting softly. He grabs your legs and lets them rest over his shoulders. Then, he grabs your hips to pull you closer to him. Your bottom half drags against his thighs until he has you settled just right.

“I want you so bad,” you moan.

“I want you too, baby.”

His eyes focus between your thighs. He drags his cock between your folds to tease your cunt before finally lining himself up to your entrance. You let out a wanton moan as he slides into you slowly, savoring every inch of your velvet walls surrounding his cock. You watch as his eyes roll back in his head, and his jaw goes slack as he bottoms out into you.

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” he pants.

He’s almost forgotten how much he loves fucking you. You’re so needy and clingy for him. Even in this positon with your legs on his shoulders, you reach out to grab his hand. You make everything feel so close and intimate in ways he’d never experienced with anyone else. So often Grimmjow has fucked without feeling but from the very first time you were together he felt loved and seen. It was a feeling he craved during your time apart and a feeling he won’t let go of easily.

“I love you,” you swallow hard.

“I love you too,” he grunts as he thrusts.

He caresses your tits and stomach slowly because he just can’t stand not touching you as much as possible. He moans as he picks up his pace, pounding away as you moan with pleasure underneath him.

“Fuck,” you moan softly.

His thumb traces down your stomach before pressing against your clit. Then, he begins rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves just as he knows you like it, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. With just a few more thrusts, your walls are tightening around his cock. You arch your back as waves of pure, white-hot bliss roll over you.

When your vision clears, you realize he’s let your legs fall to his sides. His eyes are glazed over with lust as he lowers his body over yours, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His pace quickens as he chases his high, then at the last possible moment, he considers pulling out. As you cling to him, he decides against it. He groans and purrs against your ear as he fills you to the brim with his seed, marking you as his once more.

His purring fills the room as he nuzzles against your neck. You rub his back in easy circles. Your eyes flutter closed and you let out a small sigh. Deep down you know there’s no getting rid of him now, and you’re not sure if you want to.

#🌟written in the stars #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #grimmjow bleach x reader #grimmjow jaggerjack #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow bleach #i'm not sure this turned out as good as i wanted but i hope it's enjoyable anyway

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lewkwoodnco · 6 months

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"Slut!" - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: been having a lottt of thoughts about this song. it wasn't what I expected like for a lot of ppl but this is immediately my favourite?? like idk man those hints of her rep era beginning mixed with the emotional vulnerability of being in love mannn im going to be annoying abt this for a wholeee month. Reader is a Fittes agent, wc 5.4k!!

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On paper, her employers had always commended her for her drive for excellence. What was usually glossed over was how it arose from an unhealthy obsession with perfection, not that it mattered. And yet, glowing articles about successful cases were rare and far between. She had led as many successful cases as some of her male colleagues, but those headlines were seemingly too dull for her sex. After all, who wanted to read about a woman showing up the men in her field? So the tabloids started to play dirty, spinning convoluted rumoured love stories from any and every photo of her in the vicinity of a man.

She remembered how devastating the first article was. Instead of publishing one of the many photos of her standing with her team, there was a shadowed, grainy photograph of her talking to their supervisor. She tried to tell anyone who asked her that no, they weren't kissing, not that it would have mattered if it did, but no one seemed much interested in listening. The shame burnt into the side of her face like a scarlet letter. A slut.

Eventually, she decided to just keep everyone at arm's length. Maybe if she kept her head down long enough they'd run out of knives to throw at her. And for a good two years, it somewhat worked, or at least helped. But then she met Lockwood.

She didn't think much of him at first - if anything, she resented his suave, silver tongue and how the press went nuts for his charismatic smiles. He tried to dazzle her with one when they first met, and she nearly scoffed.

"Anthony Lockwood, Lockwood and Co. And you are...?"

"Disgusted."

She tried talking to Barnes, throwing in some less-than-complimentary opinions on Lockwood, but he just waved her off. Eventually, she came around, but only because he was undeniably skilled, and it would have been unprofessional to freeze him out forever.

She remembered the first time he made her smile. Their supervisor was having them sign their case report, so she wasn't even looking at him. He whispered some inane remark which caught her completely off-guard, but it was enough to make her damage the tip of the fountain pen as she choked on a laugh. Her supervisor looked unimpressed, grumbling about the pen, but Lockwood's face had taken on an animated spark.

"Oh, good. I was beginning to wonder if you knew how to smile."

The smile is a foreign feeling on her face. Lockwood gently takes the report from her and starts talking in smooth tones that flow right over her head. She shakes herself and tries to pull herself together, trying to soothe the nervous flutter of her heart. She can only bear catching glimpses of his words and she struggles to string together coherent responses.

But then she hears the vans pulling up. Vans filled with news agencies and their bulky cameras. She's paralysed by a flash of fear and she jumps apart from Lockwood as if burnt, tripping over her words as she forces out some lame excuse of needing to check on her team. Lockwood looks mildly concerned, but she pushes it to the back of her mind.

They meet again a week or two later. She's sitting outside a conference room, waiting for Barnes to finish a meeting, and she realises with a start that the man in the room she's facing is Lockwood. To be fair, she hadn't seen him in an indoor setting before, and he seemed nearly unrecognisable with his typically crisp shirt dusty and wrinkled, with his sleeves rolled up his forearms. She watches him laugh over something with one of his associates as they leave the room, and she drinks in the sight like a man starved. There is something so desperately appealing about the vitality in his face and jaunty movements.

As the smile fades, she recognises the exhaustion on his face; the kind that made her want to do nothing more than stumble home and crawl under the covers. But then he sees her, and he gives her a teasing smile that stokes her spirits. His associate gives her a tired wave and walks out.

"Waiting for me?"

She rolls her eyes and nods towards the conference room. "Waiting for Barnes. Going home?"

He jerks his head noncommittally before sitting down next to her. He looks oddly bare without his coat, and it feels almost too intimate to have him sitting this close to her. She sits up, alarmed.

"What, you need to see him too?"

"You look like you could use some company."

"Lockwood, it could be hours before he's done. Besides, you look like death. Go home, get some rest."

"Joke's on you, I always look like death."

She shakes her head but smiles despite herself. "You're incorrigible."

"Thank you."

They sit in silence for a while, long enough until her breathing evens out. She wonders if he's aware of the way his fingers drum restlessly on his thigh, or the ash coating the side of his face, or how both of those things make him utterly irresistible.

"How do you do it? Stay so young, I mean."

He considers his answer carefully. She takes in the sight of a Lockwood without a ready quip at the tip of his tongue. "I suppose it helps that I'm not singly obsessed with the dead, though it does get close sometimes. Who do you live with?"

"Oh, my family lives outside of London." Thank god. She couldn't imagine the looks on their faces if they heard half of what London's tabloids had to say about her.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah. But it's not so bad. There's a cat that wanders in the street below my flat at night." He doesn't look completely convinced, but he lets it slide.

"Really, I owe it all to my friends - oh, you'd love them. You should come over sometime."

"That's sweet of you."

"Our weekends are generally empty."

"Oh...I couldn't. I don't know where you live."

"35 Portland Row."

"Lockwood," she admonishes. "Don't you think this is something you should run by your friends first?"

"I've done worse."

"I'm practically a stranger."

"Then how else are we supposed to get to know you?"

Her mind tears her away from Lockwood's silhouette, to troubling piles of tabloids dragging her to filth. After months of them, she isn't sure where she ends and where the fabrication begins. She barely manages a whisper.

"I think you'd regret getting to know me."

She doesn't realise how tightly her fist is clenched until he brushes her wrist, and the tension flows out of her. His eyes are liquid and his touch is golden and she's paralysed with dizziness. In that moment, it was enough to be young and in love.

"Only one way to find out."

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She takes him up on his invitation sooner than either of them expected. They had just finished a job at a house just a street over from Portland Row, and her team was walking with Lockwood & Co. on their way to the main street. She pauses as George fiddles with the frozen door while the rest of her team walk on, tiredly waving them good night. But just as she turns to leave, she slips on a patch of ice, falling into a pile of snow while Lockwood lunges for her.

"Dear god, you must be freezing. Come in and warm up."

"It's alright, I can catch a cab home-"

"Y/N, I am not above pushing you back into the snow."

Her laugh morphs into a violent shiver, just as Lucy walks over concernedly.

"Everything okay? Lockwood's not bullying you, is he?" She cracks a small smile, but Lockwood just impatiently ignores Lucy.

"Stay for breakfast. Spend the day. Lucy would love the company. Luce, tell her."

"It would be nice."

"I'm soaked through. I need a change of clothes."

"Lucy can get you a change of clothes. Luce, tell her."

"I can get you a change of clothes."

"I wouldn't want to be an imposition."

Lockwood inhales and turns to Lucy, who smacks the breath right out of him.

"I'm right here, Lockwood. Don't be ridiculous, Y/N, we'd love to have you over." Lucy exchanges a look with Lockwood, but it's so brief she wonders if she's imagined it, but it's just then that George forces the door open, and she gets jostled into their warm and dry home. Lucy helps her dry off and tosses her some clothes, including a spare oversized jumper, before bundling her and setting her down in front of the fire in the library.

It feels wonderfully cosy at first, and she only realises she's dozed off when she wakes up with a crick in her neck and beads of sweat on her forehead and neck. She pushes the blankets off her, sighing in relief as she starts to cool down. She hears the rustle of a page behind her and turns.

Lockwood is sitting in an armchair behind her, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, a magazine on his lap. He smiles weakly at her, wincing as he rotates his neck. She was beginning to feel convinced that he ate, slept and worked in the same set of clothes. Her voice is gravelly with sleep.

"Still up?"

"Someone had to make sure you didn't roll into the fire. Besides, it hasn't been long."

She squints at the clock hung near the door. Unless the shadows were playing tricks on her, it was only a few hours from dawn. The glance he shared with Lucy earlier flashes in her mind, and she presses him about it.

"Say, you haven't told Lucy anything particularly saddening about me, have you?"

He waffles a bit. "I haven't said anything that isn't true."

"Lockwood."

"Fine...I might have mentioned how you live alone, and that you've only got a cold, dark home waiting for you. Alone."

"I didn't say that."

"So you're saying it's not true?"

She hesitates, and he quirks the corner of his mouth triumphantly. "It's no bother, Y/N. Lucy feels as bad about it as I do - George too. Just let us fuss over you for a while, I promise it'll soothe us."

She relents, but she's not happy about it. She watches him lazily flip through the pages with a becoming interest and decides that it's a nice change from the frantic energy running through him on cases. His eyes stay mostly fixed on the pages, but after a while the way he glances up occasionally makes her think his interest is waning. He looks at her strangely, and she unpleasantly realises that the jumper is likely his. She tugs at the hem, itching to take it off, but she isn't wearing a shirt underneath, so she settles for continuing to profusely apologise.

"I'm so sorry for burdening all of you-"

"Y/N, relax. As long as you're warm."

"Well...I'm awake now. And I won't stay too close to the fire. Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm a bit wired after the case. Might take a nap later in the day." He jerks his head towards the door. "My room's just down the hallway if you'd like to get some proper rest."

She flushes; talking about his bedroom while wearing his jumper feels too intimate to bear. "It's okay. I'd rather stay here with...you." She chews the inside of her cheek as soon as she says it, holding her breath as she gauges his reaction.

"That's a relief. I'd rather you be here anyway."

She doesn't understand how he says it so casually when she feels that she might run out of air. She tries to calm herself down, taking deep, long breaths. She could be normal if she tried hard enough. They spend the rest of the night like that, somehow never running out of topics to discuss. He tells her about Jessica. She tells her about her family. It's only as he gets up to get ready for breakfast that she asks him about the magazine in his lap. "What were you reading?"

Now it's his turn to look embarrassed. "Oh, er, I like to keep up with what's happening around town -"

"Is that...a tabloid?" She pulls out one of the magazines sticking out of the pile set to the side and blanches at the headline with a dramatically edited photograph of her. Shame burns the side of her face, and she wishes the floor would just open up and swallow her whole. She had stupidly assumed he hadn't heard of her before meeting her, but why shouldn't he have? The magazines beat her to making a first impression, just like they always have. Just like they always will.

"I can explain."

"No, no, it's fine." Was something wrong with her ears, or did her voice sound a bit too distant? "Lots of people read tabloids. It doesn't mean anything. Anyway, we should get ready for breakfast."

"Y/-"

"Lockwood. I mean it. Drop it." The cut-up look in his eyes is bad enough without an apology. What was he apologising for? For her being such For her being a laughingstock? He bows his head and shuffles out of the library. She stays there, frozen, sitting on the floor, until she hears George rattling about in the kitchen. She walks in, slightly disconcerted by the casual t-shirt Lockwood had changed into. So many of his hard edges and shadows in the the library seemed to soften into a more vulnerable outline that makes her regret snapping at him. She mumbles a greeting and George takes a long look at her. If he notices their matching eye bags, he doesn't comment on it, but while she's making tea, she hears a scuffle behind her and turns to see George standing next to Lockwood with the frying pan alarmingly close to his head.

"Eggs, Y/N?"

Lucy arrives soon after, and begins to spread jam on her toast despite George's aggrieved protests.

"Oh, Y/N, I hope you didn't spend all night on the hard floor. I didn't hear you come up to the attic."

"The attic?"

"Yeah, where the extra bed is." She brandishes her jelly-covered knife vaguely threateningly. "Lockwood told you about it, didn't he?"

The boy in question seems a bit too busy buttering his bread to look up. She mumbles an affirmative, but notices his reluctance to meet her eye for majority of breakfast. Still, she couldn't stay mad at him for long, and it didn't seem awfully polite to, either, not after he opened his home to her.

After breakfast, Lockwood left to scope out a potential client and George headed to the Archives for a bit of light reading, so she and Lucy spend the morning playing board games and watching crappy television while painting their nails. She hadn't felt so alive in months. After a few hours, Lucy suddenly remembers some paperwork she had to complete so while she's busy with that, she wanders around the stairs and hallways, reading every newspaper clipping and looking at every picture, eventually working her way down to the kitchen.

She hears a creak coming from the inside and looks in. Lockwood's returned from his excursion and he shrugs off his jacket, placing it on one of the kitchen chairs as she timidly steps in. He seems just as much at a loss for words as her. She tries to break the ice and, surprisingly, it works.

"Seems a bit full of yourself to litter the halls with your achievements." He gives her a small smile and she revels in the glimmer of success.

"Can't help that I'm especially gifted."

Emboldened, she takes a seat at the table as he pulls out an apple from the fruit bowl and a chopping board.

"Nasty business with the press, isn't it?"

She moodily fiddles with the thinking cloth. "Yeah, well. God forbid a woman be happy."

He looks at her like he's trying to figure her out. The attention makes her fidget nervously. They watch him slice the apple into halves, and then quarters, in silence. "Is that why you're so...highly strung on cases?"

"George tell you to talk to me?"

"Er, yes, but he didn't need to. I'm sorry about earlier, by the way. I have an uncanny ability of putting my foot in it."

"I'd never have guessed." She isn't even being sarcastic. She talks to the apple rather than him. "I hate it. They say all these...awful things about me. Not that I have to tell you." She blinks humourlessly. He sets down the knife.

"Y/N, if you think I believe a word those gossip rags have to say about you, I might be seriously overestimating your intelligence."

She swallows the lump in her throat. It's the nicest thing anyone has said to her in a long while. She never fully acknowledged it because that would mean admitting she cared, that she was weak. But she couldn't help it. She lived life forever looking over her shoulder, so wrapped up in what ifs that she could barely stomach what was, forever worrying that anyone would think it was true. Maybe it was true. Her self-perception contorts and convulses, until she feels strangely formless. But that was the beauty of the moment: hidden away in the dim light of the kitchen, with only Lockwood and God as her witness, she could be anything and everything.

Her hand trembles with repressed emotion. He steadies her by carefully covering it with his own.

And for one beautiful, transcendent moment, she thought she might love him.

She walks home in a pleasant haze, her senses enjoying the reprieve from their constant assault. She ambles by a florist, and she sees a rose. It reminds her of Lockwood. She buys the rose and takes it home, even though she knows she doesn't have a vase for it. Even after a day filled with the most fun she'd had in a while, a restlessness troubles her, making her feel feverish with some invisible affliction. She plucks the translucent petals one by one, holding them up to the setting sun streaming through her windows. She wonders what they would look like in his hair. She winces when one of the thorns break the skin of her thumb. She rubs the smear of blood onto her bottom lip. Looking up at the ceiling, her hair a mess, tangled with the rose petals strewn all over her wrinkled sheets, she realises what it means to be hopelessly and cluelessly lovesick.

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She remembers the first time she cries in front of him. They were on a case at some billionaire's acres-large manor. She ducks under the tape cordoning off the area and freezes, seeing reporters unobtrusively yet steadily setting up their cameras. There had to be some sort of mistake, they're never here this early. Certainly not before they've even started the job. She feels her senses heighten and a faint buzzing teases her ears. She sees Lockwood glance at her and start walking towards her, and she all but flees in the other direction.

She stays a safe distance away from him until the rest of the agents arrive for their briefing. The billionaire's assistant hadn't arrived yet, so they were standing around one of the outdoor picnic tables in the front garden...right in front of the gathering sea of reporters. She tries her best to pay attention but there's a muffled quality to the discussion as she listens for shutter sounds, real or imagined. Her hands grow clammy and her breathing grows jagged as the ominous feeling in her stomach grows. Something very bad was going to happen and it was going to happen soon, she was sure of it.

As if in slow motion, she watches Lockwood reach across to pick up a file from the table beside her on the table, and she feels her panic reach a crescendo as she senses the ripple of excitement in the press. She flinches so badly before he completes the movement that he gets startled, backing away. The question dies on his lips as she walks away, clumsily adjusting her rapier to give her hands something to do. To stop herself from sobbing over the lenses in her peripheral vision.

The press are just as ruthless as they were the last time she made the mistake of not leaving the scene as soon as she had the chance. And still from the chorus of overlapping voices, one made her heart stop dead.

"Y/N L/N, what do you have to say for seducing London's most eligible bachelor?"

She looks around desperately, struggling against waves of despair that threatened to drag her down into the abyss. No one was safe, not even charismatic Lockwood, and it was all her fault for dragging him into her messy life. It wasn’t fair that news agencies chose her life to screw with. She loved him silly with bruised eyes and an aching liver, but she couldn't even look at him properly. She couldn't scrub the image of Lockwood's face from her mind. Hot shame spread from her spine up her neck, an unpleasant prickling sensation. She felt flayed and grotesque, a hundred different kinds of twisted and messed up. Promiscuous on paper, manic in reality, enraptured by what she could never have.

Lockwood finds her sitting on the patchy grass of the backyard, head resting against the wall with suspiciously red eyes. He thinks for a moment before sitting down next to her.

“Hey.”

She’s too busy holding back tears to respond. She despairs internally when she first hears his voice, wishing he didn't care enough about her to follow her. God, they were going to make her pay for this tomorrow. He speaks in a low, soothing voice, but there's an underlying disquiet that comforts her. She'd never have imagined him to feel rattled by the press like she did.

"It all happened so quick, even George didn't realise."

"Doesn't matter. They got what they wanted."

"We'll talk to the assistant as soon as she gets here. We'll refuse to work until they clear out."

She feels an overwhelming amount of relief, not just for his help, but just for him. Sitting here solidly, away from prying eyes, rumours and lies, he felt like a precious secret she wanted to keep. The relief doesn't last long until it gets poisoned into grief. She rasps out an apology.

"I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Everything." She feels herself shutting down, unravelling at the seams. But then there's this warmth next to her and a solid, reassuring weight across her shoulders. She shakes with mostly silent sobs, not realising that she's crumpled his shirt from clenching it until later. She sniffles into his shirt like a child, and clings to him with the desperation of a drowning man.

He insists that she sits out for the case, and for once, she listens.

The next time they meet is a little bittersweet. She tells him she's being posted outside of London for a month. It's sobering news, even for him.

"A whole month. Well, it'll go by faster than you realise."

"I hope so."

"How're you feeling?"

"Nervous, I suppose." She was dreading it. She didn't know how she ever worked on a case before Lockwood. At first, she thought it was simply because he took attention from the press off her hands. But there was just something about his presence that made the tension coiled in her body unwind. She tries to keep her tone light, but something must have shown on her face because he sighs and throws an arm over her shoulder, steering her away from the crowd of agents, medics and reporters.

"Don't fret. You'll be fine, trust me. You'll have your teammates with you, Barnes is supervising and you know he can't stand the press, and I've yet to read a headline vicious enough to knock you down for good. You're stronger than you realise, you know." She nods glumly, dragging her feet along. She looks up when he pulls away slightly, frowning at her face. He rubs at the furrow in her brow and she feels her face heat up.

"I said to not fret. You have everything you need." That earns him a weak smile, and though he doesn't look entirely happy with it, he can see George looking around for him. She watches him walk back as he mouths 'one month' to her, trying to smile encouragingly. The sun has started to rise, and the dusk casts a soft purple glow on his hair. She mumbles her response to the wind.

"What if...all I need is you?"

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The month drags by painfully, but it finally ends. She packs her bags and takes the first train to London, just in time to join Lockwood for a case after a bit of begging at Barnes' feet. The job is at another mansion, but somehow even more extravagant and sprawling than the last one. It's bathed in a soft bubblegum pink glow, spilling out into its lawns and hedges and fountains.

She watches him explaining something to one of her colleagues, making some light sketches on the report. He looks exactly the same if a little haggard, yet older somehow, and it tugs at her heart. She had heard that this was supposed to be the last of a particularly tedious string of connected cases, and it had clearly taken a toll on him. Her heart skips a beat at the boyish glow that washes over his features when he sees her.

"...and for the Limbless George was sa- you weren't supposed to be back till Sunday!"

She flushes, beaming excitedly. Part of her wants to hug him, but another part is too scared to, so she contends with her smile.

"We finished early, and I wore Barnes down eventually. Now, what's this about a Limbless?"

The case goes more than smoothly with the extra help of her and her team, and they end up finishing comfortably before midnight, though not without a few minor mishaps. She finds Lockwood with his sleeves and trousers rolled up, dangling his legs in the pool, scrubbing at his hands.

"Wet cement," he grunts as a greeting, looking peevishly at the not-so-clearly cordoned off patch of wet cement. "Ought to have told us. Someone could have gotten properly injured."

"Oh, who'd be silly enough to fall into that?"

"Let me rephrase that: Quill Kipps could have gotten properly injured."

She laughs, turning to add her own handprint next to his in the cement. She smiles coyly as she tenderly scrapes the residue of her palm. He leans in, then stops, sniffing curiously.

"Is that...smoke?"

"Had a bit of an incident with a salt bomb. Someone threw it in the wrong direction."

"Ah."

They're interrupted by a loud whoop from the other end of the pool. A couple of Fittes boys had broken into the liquor cabinet and were now the proud owners of three preciously high-end bottles of champagne. She tried to look at them reprovingly, but couldn't find it in her.

"Oh well. We'll put that down under property damage."

One of her teammates scurried over to clarify a discrepancy in her paperwork, and she leaves to sort it out. By the time she's back, Lockwood's tie is loosened and he's swaying along to some invisible music.

"Y/N! You've got to try some of this stuff, it's grrrreat!"

She shakes her head bemusedly. "Lockwood. How many glasses have you had?"

"Oh, just one." He blinks at the glass in his hand. "One and a half." He drags her in briefly, whispering into her ear. "Besides, what happened to being young?"

Her heart hammers as soon as she feels the tug on her wrist; she's never even touched him in public before. She scans the scene reflexively, but no one seems to have noticed. She supposed getting drunk and making ill-thought-out decisions was the youngest she could be, so she decided to have a little sip.

"Clink?"

"I don't think you're supposed to say it."

He makes a face, clearly more tipsy than he was letting on. "Whatever. I'm saying it."

Still, she humours him, and he looks at her with shameless adoration. Even while well on the way to getting drunk, there was an endearing tilt to his swagger and rosy cheeks that made his youth a delectable luxury. She takes a sip, then another, and then tries to drown herself in champagne, anything to distract her from the way he stole her breath, the fizz electric under her thrumming skin.

They return to where they were sitting earlier, watching some of the more boisterous agents splash into the pool. Someone manages to switch off the harsh floodlights overlooking the pool, washing everyone's outlines with a tangerine glow from the orange neon lights. They talk about their month apart, then catch the eye of the other in a way that makes them both look away, and the cycle repeats.

"I've missed you."

She can't tell which of them says it first, only that the yearning in her voice mirrored his. The look in his eyes scares her yet appeals to her daring all at once. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to.

"We...I...couldn't. It'd go horribly wrong, and you'd hate me, or they'd double down and it'd blow up in your pretty face."

"I'll take my chances." He says it so casually that it stings.

"This isn't exactly bearable for me either, you know."

The background noise fades away, and suddenly speaking at normal volume is too loud. She whispers, as if he might not hear if she's soft enough. "You give me your bed and twist your neck dozing in an armchair. You stick up for me when I'm too weak to stick up for myself. You pull me in when I'm breaking down and hold my fractured pieces together. I can't help but love you." He follows her line of vision to the camera lens peeking through the wall of foliage, not as sneaky as it was trying to be.

"And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in love with me."

He inhales roughly, and she recognises his unsteady breathing.

"Are you...?" Lockwood's voice makes her tear her eyes away from the lens, and focus on his soft brown tired eyes.

"...Might as well. Right?" She tries to hide how badly she needs his acknowledgement. He searches for something in her eyes she's not sure exists. Her heart is in her mouth as he tenderly covers her hand, and suddenly she's sitting at the kitchen table at Portland Row again; unsure and raw and hoping against hope for a love like his. He strokes the back of her hand with him thumb, deep in thought, as if soothing her, or maybe telling her to stop, breathe and think about this horrible decision.

"They'll publish the most horrible things tomorrow."

"I thought that didn't matter."

"Not to me. But it does for you."

"It's worth it. You're worth it."

He closes his eyes, and she watches his eyes shift restlessly behind his eyelids, as if fighting a losing battle. "They'll give you hell for it."

She whispers into his mouth. "Damned if I do, damned if I don't. They're watching either way."

His lips twitch. Her eyes flutter close. She inhales the space between them, their noses softly bumping against each other as they tilt their heads.

Slut.

She leans into him and her lips part as he deepens the kiss. She feels the tangerine neon light burn into the expanse of her exposed skin from her neck to her shoulder.

Slut.

She feels a hand on her lower back as she wraps an arm around his neck, craning her neck upwards. The kiss is equally delicious and bruising, and she feels herself getting drunk on his touch.

Slut.

The pressure on her lips fade and he pulls away, giving her the choice to back out. In the span of a second he shifts from a hazy sunset to the deep aquamarine pool in front of them, and then she's leaning in and devouring him like they could never be close enough.

Slut.

Her mind holds the whisper like a promise.

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Forget Me Not (2)

[Chapter 2]

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: none; fluff

“W-who are you guys?”

Fred’s words echoed in your head like a gut-wrenching scream. You turned to George, not wanting to believe the situation unfolding in front of you, “He’s kidding right? Just one of those things you guys do? Georgie, tell me he’s kidding.” George’s face was full of sympathy, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I don’t think so, duck. It’s probably only temporary, you saw the gash on his head.” You nodded, trying to calm yourself down. George was able to convince you to go grab Fred some water as Molly and Arthur continued to look after him. You were filling a cup for him, when Ron and Hermione came up to you. “How’s he doing,” Hermione’s tone was careful, her eyes full of sorrow for you. “He’s alive at least but…” you trailed off, making Ron’s already worried face grow more pained, “W-what is it, y/n?” You were holding back tears again, stumbling over your words, “H-he…he doesn’t remember anything. He a-asked who we were, like he didn’t even recognize any of us, I just…I don’t know what to do or how to help him.” Hermione pulled your into her and you wrapped your arms around the girl, nearly sobbing now. Ron held on to both of you, trying to be encouraging, “He’ll remember, it might just take some time, you’ve been through too much for him to forget it all. You’ll see.”

You had wanted Ron’s words to be comforting, but the next two weeks proved to be anything but. The entire Weasley family, Hermione, Harry and yourself had all been staying at the burrow. Fred had been in and out of consciousness dealing with the rest of his injuries. You were by his side for a few hours each night, but it always seemed like he woke for a short period when you were either out of the house or someone else was looking after him. George was the first person Fred remembered, unsurprisingly. It happened randomly about the second or third night home. Fred had woken up from the couch, hearing commotion in the kitchen. You and George were making breakfast that day, giving Molly a break as she’d been nothing but stressed since the end of the war. You were setting the table when Fred walked into the kitchen, clapping a large hand on his twin’s shoulder, “Morning, Georgie.” George responded on instinct at first, “Morning Freddi-, wait, what did you just say?” Fred looked at his twin like he had gone nuts, “I said good morning, what’s wrong with you?” Hearing this interaction you rushed into the kitchen, hoping that a miracle had happened and Fred remembered everyone again, but when he saw you, there was no recognition. Instead, he elbowed George in the side, “Who’s the bird, Georgie? Didn’t know you could get a girl as gorgeous as her to fall for you.” He threw you a playful wink, and your heart soared slightly at his ability to unknowingly reassure he was still attracted to you, despite not realizing who you were.

George gave you sorrowful eyes, but you just threw on your best smile, extending your hand out to Fred, “I’m, Y/n. While I appreciate the compliment, George and I are just friends.” He took your hand, kissing the top of it, “Well he is certainly a fool.” Your cheeks blushed immediately. George watched this interaction, smirk growing before remembering that Fred actually remembered who he was, “Freddie, you know who I am?” Fred looked at him like he had three heads, “Of course I know who my own twin is, ya git.” Fred laughed, shaking his head, but George grabbed him by the shoulders, “Freddie, my boy, what’s the last thing you remember?”

“Fred’s remembering things?” Ron was practically running down the stairs, but shouting as he went, “YOU GUYS FRED IS REMEMBERING THINGS!” There was suddenly a stampede of red hair, now all gathering in the kitchen, however it was evident George was the luckiest member of the family because when Fred saw the group of Weasley’s surrounding him his first response was, “Georgie, there a ginger convention in town?”

Within the next two weeks Fred had slowly began remembering each member of his family. Molly and Arthur were next, then Ron and Ginny, followed by Bill and Charlie. He remembered Percy last, or at least that’s what he said, no one could know for sure if it was the truth, or if he had remembered Percy earlier and just said he still didn’t remember to make him angry.

One afternoon, George had found you out in the back garden, watching the gnomes run around and fight each other. He sat down next to you, not saying anything but sharing his presence. After a moment, you spoke up, “I don’t think he’s ever going to remember me, Georgie... I love him so much, I guess he just didn’t feel the same.” George wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer so your head was leaning on him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, “I really thought I was important enough to not forget, at least not forever.” You felt George shake his head, “I don’t think that’s it, duck. He definitely feels something for you, he talks about you just about every bloody night. It’s like when he first started falling for you. I’m hearing basically all the same bullocks he was spouting before you two got together.”

This made you feel a little better, that even though Fred couldn’t necessarily remember your relationship for the past year, he was falling for you all over again. If that’s what you had to do, then you would do it. You would pursue him again, make him fall in love with you again. You couldn’t lose him, not after everything that you’ve been through. Not after everything that’s happened.

“Why don’t you just tell him that you’re his girlfriend, duck? He’d be over the fucking moon to know he’s actually scored you before. Might even bring back all the memories of you to begin with.” You shook your head at George, wiping away your tears, “No, I can't do that. As much as it hurts I don’t want him to feel like he’s obligated to me if he doesn’t start remembering. That he has to be a certain way with me because that’s how it was before. I mean, I’m glad it seems like he has at least some sort of crush on me. Gives me hope, yanno? But, he’s gotta remember without being pushed.” George nodded in understanding.

So, you stood up from the garden bench, giving George one more hug and headed back towards the burrow. To your delight, Fred was sitting at the table, making himself a sandwich for lunch. He looked up when he heard someone enter, a smile breaking on his face when he saw it was you. His smile was one of the first things you fell in love with. It was hard not to, all the pranks and jokes he was pulling he was smiling nearly all the time. “Hey, y/n, was just making myself some lunch, want me to make you one too?” You nodded, sitting down across from him, “Sounds great, Freddie. Whatcha makin?”

His smile grew wider, if possible, “Marshmallow fluff, bananas and Nutella. You have to try it, it’s absolutely delicious. I cannot for the life of me remember who told me about these but I’ve been craving one all morning and had to make it.” You laughed to yourself. You had introduced Fred and George to these sandwiches the summer of second year, they said they were craving something sweet but Molly said you couldn't have only sweets for lunch. Thus, you provided the alternative to the twins. It became your regular munchies snack. Fred happily made you your own, observing you as you took your first bite.

“So, darling, what do you think?” Fred was watching you eagerly, analyzing your facial expressions. You hummed as you chewed, “So good.” You ate together in content silence. Every so often you would steal a glance at Fred, just to find him already looking at you. It reminded you of fifth year, when you first recognized you had a crush on him. You’d be sitting together at meals in the great hall. George and Dean drowning on about a prank they were planning and you’d glance at Fred, just to look at him. But he’d be looking at you already, freckled cheeks flushing and eyes darting away as soon as they locked with yours. But it was different today, he didn’t shy away when you caught him looking, he just kept staring, not ashamed. Your heart ached at how much you missed him.

“So do you feel like everything’s pretty much back to normal for you? Memory wise I mean,” you were gathering up your plate, grabbing his as well to put in the sink. He shook his head, “Sort of? But not entirely.” This made you a little hopeful, “What do you mean?” He shrugged, standing up from the table and heading to the couch, “Dunno it's like…I have all these memories of different things, some are so vivid and clear like I never forgot anything in the first place. But then others…it’s like…” he turned to you, both sitting on the couch now, “I have this very specific dream that I keep having, it feels like a memory but parts of it are kind of…fuzzy, if that makes sense.”

You placed a hand on his leg closest to you, it was instinct when you were comforting him, but you didn’t miss how his eyes darted down quickly and his cheeks flushed. You kept your hand there, encouraging him to continue, “How do you mean? Like you think it’s not a memory?” He shook his head, hands flying through the air as he spoke now, “No, no, it’s like I can feel it in my soul that it happened, but for whatever reason the person with me, I just can’t see them. Like, okay. So in this dream we’re at Hogwarts right? And we’re going through Snape's closet looking for the right ingredients to make these amazing fireworks because we’re going to blow them up during Ron’s owls. And I vividly remember pulling that stunt with George, the look on Umbridge’s face. Priceless. But whoever was with me that night, I just can’t see them.”

His face fell, and your heart started to ache for him. You knew it was you he couldn’t remember. You remember breaking into Snape’s closet, filling your school bags with different ingredients, feeling the rush of adrenaline when you heard Mrs. Norris down the corridor and Fred lacing his fingers with yours and he rushed you both down the hall and into a nearby classroom until he saw on the map that the coast was clear. “I know they were important to me,” Fred continued, “but, Merlin, every time I think about it, try harder to remember them I get this bloody headache and my chest hurts.” He was bent over now, elbows on his knees and head in his hands now.

You leaned closer to him, lightly scratching up and down his back. You’ve done it a million times to soothe him and it seemed to be having the same effect. His shoulders relaxed, breathing evening out. “This is gonna sound like a weird request, and if I’m overstepping boundaries you can tell me no,” Fred looked over at you, and you knew whatever request he had you were going to say yes. “Anything, Fred, what is it?” He took a deep breath, seemingly nervous about how you’d react, “I just, do you think you could hold me? Not like in a weird way! Just, could we lay down and I lay on you and you…keep scratching my back? I’ve just been so stressed and it’s one of the first things to really made me feel relaxed.”

You felt yourself melting at his request. You laid back on the couch, head resting on the armrest. You opened your arms, beckoning him to you. He crawled over to you, resting his upper half on top of you. The weight of him felt like home, a comfort you’ve been neglected of for the last two and a half weeks. He hasn’t been by any type of smoke or fireworks since before the day of the war but he still smelled like firework smoke and cinnamon. You had to resist deeply inhaling him. Like muscle memory his hands found solace around your waist. You ran your nails up and down his back, applying light pressure in the spots you know he loves. You threaded the fingers of your other hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. You felt him hum against your neck, “Feels s’good. Very relaxing.” You smiled to yourself, happy to have him so close to you again. You felt his arms tighten around you ever-so-slightly, “M’sorry I don’t remember you, y/n.” You hands stilled as he kept talking, “I know you’re someone important to me. I can feel it, feel it all over. I wrack my brain every day for some sort of memory with you in it and I just can’t make them come.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him hard against you now, “It’s okay, Freddie.” You kissed the top of his head, “We’ll make new memories.”

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AN: dunno how long this series is gonna be but it's gonna be kind of a slowburn regardless. also if your name is bold i tried to tag you and it didn't work. sozz :(

#forget me not #fred weasley fic #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter #golden era #fred weasley fluff

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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Study Session..

Thank you to another supporter. I had fun, I haven't written a long fun pre-skip Law style fic in a hot sec. So please enjoy this <3

Law x GN Reader Modern AU SFW but suggestive in places WC: 1,250

You were in a foul mood, you hated biology with your entire being and what was worse was your friends seemed to be doing fine, great and they even went as far as to suggest a tutor to help you out. You didn't want help, you didn’t need help. But your friends reminded you that you very much needed this class to pass or you were going to fail and have to do the entire year again. And you hated that they were right.

So sucking up your pride, and getting the biggest drink you could from your favorite cafe, you sat in your dorm room waiting for this tutor. He came highly recommended by everyone who’d used him. Your best friend had even had a few private lessons with him and said he was more than worth the cost and the time.

The phrasing had made you curious, considering as they said it they had this dumb look on their face and the hint of a blush. You didn’t think much about it though, just sipped your drink and glared out the window, eyes falling to the clock on your desk, watching the minutes tick down as your annoyance at the situation grew.

A knock at the door brought you out of it, shaking your head and standing up, not caring if you looked scruffy, just wanting to be comfy in your own space. Opening the door you stared at the man standing there.

Law quirked an eyebrow when you stood there with your mouth open, words failing to formulate as you started to imitate a fish out of water. You were suddenly aware of the state you were in, the messy hair, comfy shapeless clothes, caring very much how you looked now a very handsome man was standing at your door with a look on his face that said this person is nuts.

“Oh hey,” Wow, brilliant, what a great first impression. “Come in!” You almost pulled the door into your face as you held it open for him. You babbled out your introduction, giving your name and seeing the slight smirk on his lips.

“I know, we exchanged names in the email.” His tone was smug and you half hated it and half wanted to lay at his feet and ask him nicely to step on you. But you composed yourself, brushing some hair back, attempting to look somewhat put together, failing.

“Right, so your fucking up your class.” He started and helped himself to the one chair at your desk, leaving you to perch on the end of your bed, still fumbling over yourself, too busy staring at the dark hair, all the tattoos on show, his piercings.

You wished someone would have warned you he was hot and 100% your type. He shuffled the chair over and nodded to the chair that belonged to your roommate, he wanted you to sit by him? Was he crazy? Couldn’t he see the internal panic attack you were having over this entire thing? You didn’t want Law to use his sharp tongue again so you did as he suggested, pulling the seat over but keeping enough space between you that you wouldn’t explode at how nice he smelt.

Too late.

You took in a whiff of his cologne and tried to be cool about it. Simply taking a sigh and grabbing the big stack of books and notes. Flipping one over, his beautiful icy stare of steel grey flicked from you and over the notes. He clicked his tongue and read over the pages.

“Your handwriting, how do you ever read notes?” He commented, rolling up the sleeves of his yellow hoody and leaning on the table, using a painted nail to follow the scribble that passed as your notes. “Alright, I think I see what you are struggling with… anatomy isn’t an easy subject, there are a lot of fussy Latin names to remember and so many complex systems.” He hummed and you relaxed a little, only slightly pissed he’d insulted your handwriting.

“I manage,” You replied. You wanted to tell the handsome man to fuck off but you also very much wanted him to stick around. You were caught between a rock and a hot place it seemed, you looked at the book he opened. “Alright, this is what I always use to teach, it's handy because it simplifies things better than the crusty books the classes suggest.”

Law moved over, closer to you, his arm brushing against yours as he tapped the page, making you stare at what was written there but you struggled to think about anything other than how close he was. He snapped his fingers and you blinked, pulling your attention away from thoughts of his hands over your anatomy and down to the diagram.

“Little distracted? That’s fine, I don’t mind if you stare at me instead…” Law said, the smile on his face growing, a brow quirked as you felt the heat burn your cheeks, mouth hanging open once again. Was he hitting on you? Your pulse raced and your heart beat faster but he just chuckled. “I’m getting paid either way.” Law shrugged.

OH! You little… you dragged yourself kicking and screaming from your thoughts of him and you kissing, rolling around on your single-person bed to fix him a narrowed glare as he chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

“Jokes aside,” He said and stood up, moving behind you.”So, I think it might be easier for you to learn the practical way…” He began, his hands resting on your shoulder. Your mind blanked as he spoke to you in that smooth deep voice, feeling his hands moving down your back, along your shoulder blades, down your arms leaving a pleasant tingle as fingertips danced over your arms.

He was trying to tell you each bone’s name in your arms, how they connected, he was trying to teach you but you were far too busy in space basking in the attention he was giving you. Making up scenarios all over again. Fighting yourself to keep your eyes open and not whimper, he must have already thought you were a complete hormone-driven idiot.

So entranced in the touches, and the close proximity to the sexy tutor you barely registered when his hands returned to your shoulder, he leaned forward, and his warm breath danced across your ear. “And this, this is commonly known as the ‘collarbone’ Do you recall its medical name?” Law asked as diligent digits danced over your skin, sending the most wonderful shiver down your spine.

You couldn't think, struggling, just wanting to feel those firm tattooed hands drifting further down. “C-clavicle?” you breathed a sigh when he moved, just a little, hands leaving your skin. You were disappointed but you got to glance over your shoulder and see the wicked smirk on his handsome face.

“Not bad, but I think we need to spend more time together, don’t you?” He chuckled when you nodded your head, so much for not seeming too eager.

As you watched him pull out his planner, and start to write up notes you couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted more time from you because he enjoyed teasing you, enjoyed your company, or wanted more money.

The more you watched Law, studied his face, watched his lips which seemed to be permanently curled into a smirk, you decided you didn’t care which reason it was. You knew at that point the handsome tutor had you in a chokehold.

And you wanted more.

#gn reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law op #law x reader #law x you #law x yourname #law x y/n #law x yn #sfw #modern au #one piece #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece x yourname #one piece reader insert #law trafalgar

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Suspicious Minds: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 1.1k

Request: Kennedy!reader x Elvis type thing where reader doesn't wanna be in the political spotlight like their parents so they run away to Hollywood and become a dancer under a fake name and they end up dancing for Elvis' comeback show and they're there when it's announced that their dad (Bobby Kennedy) has been assassinated

Idea credit goes to @cozacorner

You never imagined that you would be dancing for Elvis let alone on his comeback special and you never would've thought that something would develop between the two of you. See you were a born a Kennedy and from a very early age, you watched how politics destroyed your family one by one, so when you reached the age of 18, you ran away as far as you could from it and you eventually ended up in Hollywood under a new name where you dance career would soon take off.

One night you had been in the studio practicing after everyone had left, Steve and Bowes often let you come in and practiced on the stage while they worked, only this night someone special would come to the stage in hopes to write. You were working on the choreography for one of the numbers when you landed wrong preparing to land on the floor but instead felt a pair of arms stop you. You looked up and were met with the famous blue eyes, and you could understand why every woman went nuts seeing him.

"You alright there, Darlin?" He asked you setting you back on your feet.

"Uh fine, thank you for not letting me fall on my face, Mr. Presley." You said walking over and turning off the record.

"Could never let a beautiful, angel fall on her face. And please call me Elvis." He said taking a seat at the piano as you tried to fight the blush that forming on your face.

"Were you practicing for my special?" He asked you. "I was. So you got to see firsthand me mess it up, are you excited for it?" You asked him with a small laugh.

"Can I be honest with you? I'm not this doesn't feel like me, you know?" He said as you nodded your head.

"I know you are my boss and could potentially fire me for saying this, but if you aren't happy with it then why are you doing it because this isn't the Elvis me and your other fans fell in love with. We miss the old Elvis." You said to him.

"I don't know because the Cornel is making me, he keeps saying something about this new family-friendly Elvis." Elvis said.

"Well, Elvis you have the power to change it if you really want." You said as you grabbed your stuff so you can head back to your hotel and get some rest for tomorrow's taping.

“Thank you...." He said remembering he never got your name making you smile as you told your name.

"That's a beautiful name, thank you for tonight." He said giving a soft smile as he watched you leave the room giving him a lot to think about, but more so you.

This is how it went for the next few days, you two would somehow meet up in the stage room and sometimes you would dance while he worked and other times you two would sit there and talk and get to know each other which was hard to do considering you were hiding half of who you were and making you want to stop this growing relationship between the two of you.

"Girl look someone sent you flowers!" Your friend said excitedly showing the bouquet of cherry blossoms as you took them from her.

"Ooh, are they from that guy you've been seeing?" She asked as you read the card which made you smile even more as he asked you to join him for dinner tonight.

"They are and I've got a date tonight." You said making her squeal as she began picking out what you could possibly wear and how you could do your hair you shook your head at her feeling excited for tonight.

Elvis was the perfect gentleman, he took you on a private picnic thank god, that way no way would get pictures of you two, and the whole time he practically told you his whole life story and everything about him while you hardly told him anything except that you had a bunch of siblings, and came from a loving family which hurt you because you so badly wanted to tell him the truth.

"You haven't shared much about your family, why is that?" He asked you as you two walked around.

"It's hard for me to talk about my family... while they were loving and all that, I also saw a side to them that made me run away and join the circus as you would say. I miss them every day but I can't go back to them." You said feeling a tear slide down your face.

"Hey hey, it's alright Darlin, you don't have to talk about it if you are not ready." He said as drying your tears with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to talk about. I hope I didn't ruin our date." You said quietly making him smile.

"You didn't ruin anything sweetheart, do you think I could kiss you?" He asked you.

"I would like that alot." You said as you felt his lips on yours and it was everything you imagined.

While you two were having the best date of your life, the Cornel who hated the effect you were having on his number one client was looking into your background and couldn't believe it when he found out the truth and couldn't wait to tell Elvis.

"She's been lying to you, this whole dance act has been a lie to get to you so that her and her family could get involved in their political affairs." He said as Elvis sat there in shock trying to figure out why you would lie to him.

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nights-legacy · 1 year

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Take Care of It Myself - Kaminari x Reader Pt.2

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

Part one

1779 words

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, yelling

+ You have left UA and gave your seat in the class to someone else. No one but the teachers know you're leaving until Denki finds a letter from you. When he comes down to the Class in a frantic, Denki finds out from Kiri why you. That you heard him and broke you trust for him. But maybe there is still hope?

Y/N's POV

The rain was pouring outside. The smell was soothing but why does it always seem to rain when things go to shit. I was sitting on my window seal with the window open. I sighed, setting my head on my knees while twirling my hand through the rain drops.

"Pretty." I muttered. I had been home for a few days and my mood was still shifty. Aizawa and All Might were beyond confused when I told them I wanted to drop out.

*Flashback*

"What?!" They both asked loudly. Aizawa flew out of his chair.

"Why? I mean..." Aizawa walked around his desk. "I can't really stop you if that is what you want but what happened to cause this?" He asked.

"Well..." I took a big breath. "We all know that I have anxiety and social problems. I thought I could get past it and learn how to balance it. But I can't."

"Miss L/N..." All Might spoke up.

"Please, it's alright. I knew becoming a hero was a long shot. I honestly didn't think I would make it this far. I am so thankful for the opportunity you have given me. But I would rather someone who I know will be great in this class in my place."

"Alright." Aizawa sat against his desk. "Have you spoken with anyone about this? Your mother? Kaminari?"

"Kaminari and I are not speaking as of right now. I did speak with my mother and she wants what is best for me. To me, leaving is what's best." The men shared a look.

"If that is what you want, we will honor your decision. We'll start the paperwork, and you should go start packing."

"Yes, thank you." I went to leave. "And please do give my spot to Shinsou. He's been working so hard to get here. He really deserves this."

*End*

I had my room packed up before the end of the day. I didn't leave until the next day after everyone else went to class. I wrote a short letter to Denki and stuck it in a box of his things. I can only imagine what his reaction was when he found the box. Arizawa said he wasn't going to announce it until the drop out was official.

"Honey. Lunch is ready." I heard my mother call.

"Okay." I got up and closed the window. I checked my buzzing phone and saw Denki. The only person I've responded to from class is Kiri. He told me the class went nuts when they found out I left.

* A few days ago *

It wasn't announced by Aizawa but the whole class knew something was up. You never missed class. No one had any idea until Kaminari came down from his room in tears.

"Y/N is gone! They dropped out!"

"What?" A collective uproar took over the class.

"What are you going on about Dunce face?" Bakugou snapped.

"They dropped out of UA. They said that they wouldn't be able to continue with their social anxiety not getting better. That they didn't deserve to be here. I don't understand. I always told them..." He ran his hands through his hair roughly.

"Aw man..." Kiri muttered under his breath.

"They could have come to me..." Kami started but was cut off.

"No they couldn't Denks!" Kiri yelled suddenly. Everyone went silent in surprise.

"What do you mean, Ei?"

"Because they don't trust you anymore! Okay?" Kaminari's eyes widened. "Remember how they acted on movie night? How they didn't want your help? You want to know why?"

"Kirishima? What are you getting at?" Midoriya asked.

"What I'm getting at is that Y/N heard you and Mineta last week. What you said about them. That's why they acted that way, why they don't trust you anymore." Kaminari paled at Kiri's words.

"What did you say, Denki?" Mina asked firmly.

"He said that Y/N's need for comfort during a drain or attack was annoying. That it gets old when they ask for help. He wondered why they couldn't go to someone else or take care of it themself." Bakugou answered gruffly and in turn, sounds of surprise and disappointment went through the room.

Loud words of anger could be heard and Denki began to flinch at every voice and word. He began to shrink into himself. Bakugou noticed the reaction and remembered that Denki wasn't without his own anxieties.

"Hey! Quiet down! No need for an ambush." Bakugou snapped at everyone else. They all began to back off and go quiet. Denki shot Bakugou a quick thankful look which got a small nod in return.

"They went to you, Denki, because they trusted you. You have always been there for them. They couldn't go to anyone else because none of us know exactly how to help them." Kiri took a big breath. "I've learned a lot on how to help but there is only so much I can do, Denks."

"I, I, I..." The room was silent for a long minute.

"I mean it is kind of annoying. Am I right?" Mineta piped up.

"Shut up, Mineta!" Kami screamed. "I should have never listened or agreed with you! I just lost my best friend in this entire world because of my own stupidity and your self centered perverted backwards attitude is not needed."

"Denki... why did you even say that? You should have gone to them if you were feeling overwhelmed with it all. I know they would understand. Like Ei said, We would help in any way we could." Mina walked up to Kami. At this point, every one but the Bakusquad had left the area, realizing that this was getting into something more private.

"I know! I d-don't know. I had gotten into it with my mom and got the grades talk from teach again. My grandma was being overbearing again. I just wanted people to stop needing something from me for the moment. So I was venting the frustration out. It's not an excuse and I am not trying to make it one. I, I, I just..." He collapsed on the couch, head dropping into his hands. "I royally screwed it up in true Kaminari fashion. I can't believe I hurt them like this."

"Kami..." Mina sat next to him. She pulled him into her side.

"I love them more than anything and I did this." He was crying heavily. Mina shared a look with the rest of the squad. Ei was still upset but he was worried.

"Maybe it's not too late to make this right." She said. Denki looked up at her with glossy eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Y/N is really understanding. I'm sure they'll hear you out." Hanta gave him a small smile. It dropped into a stern stare and he pointed at the blonde. "That doesn't mean you're out of the deep end. You still have to make up for this."

"Of course! Of course!" Kami nodded wildly. Hanta gave a stern nod before turning to Mineta.

"Now you! I think we need to have another chat."

Y/N'S POV

Since I left UA in the middle of the semester, I was too late to go anywhere else. Mom and I agreed that I would go back when the new semester started. I was currently searching through surrounding high schools for specifications.

"Hey honey?" My door opened behind me.

"Yeah mom?"

"There is a boy here to see you." I turned to look at her, eyebrow raised in confusion. "He says his name is Kirishima and he has bright red hair."

"Oh, yeah. He's a friend from UA. You can let him in."

"Okay." She smiled and walked away. I got up and followed her to the living room. "Come on in young man."

"Thank you, Miss L/N." I saw him step inside. He immediately found me in the room. "Hey, Y/N/N."

"Hey. Come on." I waved him to follow me. He kicked off his shoes and took the slippers I offered him.

"How are you doing?" He asked as I cracked the door after entering my room. "Oh, is your mom okay with..."

"Yeah. She's cool. Denks and I hang out with the door closed all the time." I paused before sighing sadly. "We used to at least."

"Yeah." He looked around before stopping next to my laptop. "Looking for a new school?"

"Yeah, I won't start until the next semester but it's better to be prepared." I plopped onto my bed and he sat in my desk chair. It was silent for a minute.

"Oh! I'm doing okay to answer your question."

"Oh, good." He nodded. There was an awkward pause. "He feels terrible, you know."

"What?" I looked at him.

"Denki. He feels terrible. I am by no means excusing what he said at all but he does feel terrible. I laid it into after he came down with your note and the rest of the class was upset at him too... Minus Mineta but he got what was coming to him." I laughed a little.

"I probably should hear him out..." I said softly. I looked down and wrung my hands. "I mean I didn't even explain to him why I was upset. You had to do that. He is, was, I mean is my best friend and he deserves to at least be heard and..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down. First of all, I was happy to rip him a new one. He may be one of my best buds but he was still in the wrong. And.." He moved in front of me. "Just remember that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I know. I want to. It's only right. Plus, just because I'm hearing him out doesn't mean I forgive him. I'm still extremely upset with him."

"Precisely." He sat down next to me. "And if you want, I can stay with you while you talk."

"Thanks, Ei but I think we need a one on one talk first." I sighed. "I love the boy more than anything and I miss him so much right now."

"I'm sure you two can work something out." He hugged me. I nodded with a quiet thank you, hugging him back.

3rd POV

While sitting there hanging out with Y/N, something hit Kiri in the face. The two both said they love each other. They both admitted they loved each other more than anything. Kiri had to hide the smile that wanted to split across his face. Y/N gave him a look when an excited laugh escape but he just waved them off.

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ribbitflings · 6 months

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Hey, I know we don't know each other, but you seem to know a lot about the topic of seizures.

If it's not a bother, could I ask you a few questions about them?

Specifically about focal seizures/partial seizures.

What is a focal seizure like for you?

I've been having these episodes for as long as I can remember that I labeled dissociation for a long time, but recently have come to find out resemble focal seizures. A few triggers are bright flashing light, and being stressed out and tired at the same time. My vision gets blurry, a wave washes over my brain (dunno how else to describe it), I feel either so spaced out I don't have feelings, or I feel extremely fearful with a feeling a deja vu, I blink a lot and lick my lips, and sometimes my hand moves on its own in repeated motions. Usually lasts about two minutes, and leaves me feeling quite haggard for hours afterwards, I usually sleep after them if possible.

I'm going to try and get into a neuro soon but it's been driving me NUTS thinking about it. Does this sound like it could be a focal seizure to you? I haven't been able to talk to anyone with epilepsy about it, and I think doing so could be enlightening, like they'd know what questions to ask to tell the difference having been through a seizure themselves.

Thank you for your time, even if you don't reply. Have a nice day.

this sounds a lot like textbook TLE focals or a generalized absence, yes. depending on your doctor, you might be labelled as "easy" or it might seem suspicious because it's "too textbook."

i just came back from a follow up that went downhill because i happen to have mood changes associated with my biggest seizures, that also clear up after the events, so i turned down antidepressants since im not currently depressed and its a self solving issue, and i have an aura, postictal state, seizures during sleep, stereotypical posturing, bro has seen literal videos of the typical events, and the moment i mentioned any kind of mood change with bigger events, he immediately slapped the mental health label on it, is ready to stop my meds, and did not set up a follow up. he was positive the appointment before that i have TLE and where it was probably coming from and now he wants to slap the mental health label and not bother. i also happen to have life stressors, as does everyone else, mine may be more so since i have insane parents and in-laws, but yeah just be really careful of that. epilepsy is a very common neurological disorder, second to headaches, but when someone isnt willing to put in the work (this guy barely asks questions and did not know that one of my recent seizures was my fault for taking meds too late and happened during my sleep), they jump to statistically unlikely conclusions that are overtly sexist and can become extremely dangerous for the patient (such as pulling a patient off of necessary meds)

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therealgchu · 26 days

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WIP Wednesday

i'm going to publish chapter 3 of Seven Days on friday, but i wanted to put up a snippet of a story i've been working on for WIP wednesday. it's a call-back to a thing sam said to hwa about bringing his crush home when he was 15.

i've been kind of working on it off and on for a couple weeks. it's been fun to remember how i used to talk and think when i was 15. the story will simply be called Crush.

Anamnesis is up on ao3.

Some of my other stuff is on ao3 as well.

and tagging the coemancer crew, as always.

making with the snippets!

It was the first day of school, and they were all sitting in homeroom waiting for class to start. Sam was sitting in the back, trying to keep his head down, but look cool and disaffected at the same time. Jacob called it his “slacker” look, when he bothered to notice Sam at all. The door burst open, and a tall, lean boy walked in. Well, more like swaggered in, the kind of cool collectedness that Sam tried to convey, but felt he always failed at. This boy, though, with his black hair falling down in front of his face, and cool blue eyes that seemed to sneer at the entire class, was something else. He was probably the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen.

His girlfriend moved away at the end of the school year last year. Well, go call her his “girlfriend” would be charitable, as they went out on a couple dates, just walking around the city. The whole time he couldn’t get up the courage to even kiss her. Then her family moved off-world. Fucking broke his heart.

For the moment, he forgot about the girl, what was her name again? Anyway, this boy, though, with his ice blue eyes glowered at the room. He eyed Sam and the empty desk next to him, and stomped over, sat down, legs spread wide, and arms crossed. He turned to Sam, “Yo.”

Sam brushed his sandy blond hair out of his eyes, and with barely a glance at the other guy, replied back, “Yo,” in the same tone. Yeah, that came across pretty good, he thought. His voice had started changing last year, and he hoped it wouldn’t crack. He’d spent much of the summer not talking a lot since most of his buddies were off-world, and the only other person around was Jacob. And the only time Jacob talked to him was to tell him how disappointed he was.

The boy looked Sam up and down, “Joe,” he said, and nodded.

Sam returned the nod in kind, “Sam,” he said, and slid further down into his chair.

“So, what’s this school like? Teacher ok?” Joe asked.

Sam shrugged insouciantly, “Dunno. Never had her. But probably will suck like everyone else.”

Joe nodded, “Yeah, probably.”

The bell rang, and the teacher walked in, a younger woman, pretty with nut-brown hair and hazel eyes. Joe whistled appreciatively.

“That’s enough,” she admonished. “I’m Ms. Turner, and welcome to your sophomore year at Akila High. First order of business is roll call,” and she proceeded to read the class names.

Sam wanted to get the hell out before she got to him. It always caused a scene, though a lot of the kids in the class already knew him. But, he didn’t know how Joe would react, and didn’t want to see. He busied himself with picking at his hands, ignoring the teacher as best as he could.

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Lessons To Learn

The Bad Batch. Hunter/Reader. (Modern AU). | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

chapter 1

Ch. 2. New School

The next morning, Omega woke up in Hunter's room, gently illuminated by the sun through the windows on either side of the bed. Her eyes scanned the room, seeing a large chest of drawers at the end of the room with a large mirror above it, the door to the rest of the house on the right of it. To her left, the door to the bathroom. On either side of the bed was a nightstand, the one on the right had a reading lamp with two heavy novels stacked on top of each other and the stand on the left was empty. Her luggage was placed neatly beside it.

Omega slipped out of the covers, the cold hardwood floors pricking her senses awake. She left the room, walking down the hall that led into the living room. She noticed the neatly folded blanket next to a propped up pillow then heard a cup being put down.

“Mornin’.” Hunter smiled, rinsing his coffee mug in the kitchen sink.

She smiled, “G’morning.” She walked up to him and suddenly it became clear how eerily silent this house was. “Where’s… everyone else?”

“At the base.” He set the clean mug in the drying rack and leaned against the counter with crossed arms. “I’ll be here most times, taking care of you.”

Hunter moved off the counter, asking his sister if she was hungry. The girl followed and looked up into the cabinets, picking out a familiar cereal. Hunter poured her bowl and got her set up at the dining table, going to his bedroom for a quick shower.

Omega ate in content silence, observing the large open area of the house. The living, kitchen, and dining were next to each other, and the front door was down a small foyer to the left of the kitchen. There were two large couches that lined the walls of the living space with two ottomans for storage and a dark wood TV stand with a suspended flatscreen above it.

The kitchen cabinets were dark wood, too, with granite countertops. There was an electric stove with an attached oven, an overhead microwave, an island where the sink was, and a stainless steel fridge with a few magnets.

Omega, finished with her meal, took her bowl to the sink and took a look at the magnets on the fridge. Two were from different states, the other four were plain solid colors. One of the solid color magnets was holding a photo. It was her brothers when they were younger, all gathered around a bassinet with a baby girl smiling inside.

“Omega?”

She turned and pointed at the photo with her thumb. “Is that me?”

Hunter nodded, coming over to see the photo. “Sure is. Fourteen years ago. This was before we graduated high school.”

“Sometimes I thought you guys had forgotten about me when you didn’t come to visit for a long time.”

Hunter bopped her head lightly with a closed fist. “You’re nuts. We never forgot. Now, come on, let’s get your room all set up.”

Omega chuckled, running to get her luggage from his bedroom. Hunter shook his head with a smile, heading down the hall to her new bedroom.

This is how the days preceding the school tour went. Breakfast, room setup, work or an afternoon out of the house, lunch, more work, then dinner when everyone was home.

When the day of the school tour came around, Omega woke up early. Her excitement was hard to contain. It was a miracle she even fell asleep. Her early arrival to the kitchen surprised everyone, her brothers just barely heading off to the base.

“Good morning, guys.” She had a big smile as she marched her way through Wrecker and Crosshair, going for the cereal.

A cacophony of morning greetings responded, watching her make breakfast. Tech pushed his glasses up his nose and noted, “You’re not normally up this early.”

“Nope!” She took her bowl of cereal to the table. “But, Hunter is taking me to tour a new school and I’m excited.”

Said man hummed, agreeing while sipping his coffee. “It’s not till the afternoon, kid.”

“Ah, let her be excited! I remember when you would wake up early for school at the beginning of each year,” Wrecker laughed.

Hunter rolled his eyes and pushed the topic away, “You guys better get going. I’ll see you tonight.”

Each brother bid their siblings goodbye, save for Crosshair who waved. Hunter went to sit with Omega, sipping his coffee and working on his files on his laptop.

“Did you really wake up early for school?”

Hunter looked over at Omega and nodded. “I liked it, even if making friends was damn near impossible.”

“Why was that?”

“Five brothers. Quintuplets at that. We had each other and that was enough for us.”

The rest of the morning, Hunter took Omega school shopping for some light supplies. Notebooks, pencil case, overpriced cute stationery that Hunter couldn’t fathom spending more than a dollar on. Why were the pretty color pens with a black bunny on each one sold individually? And at eight bucks a piece? Omega argued that it was the new ‘in’ thing and if you didn’t have cute stationery you were looked down on. Why would anyone judge a person based on the pens they use? Hunter couldn’t tell you. Being a senior girl in junior high was tough, he guessed.

Hunter and Omega pulled into the school’s parking lot once noon hit the clock. She jumped out of the truck with a pep in her step, walking in front of her brother who could only smile.

As they walked through the doors and told the receptionist about their scheduled tour, Hunter told Omega, “Remember kid, we’re just checking the school out. We are going to look at other options.”

“I know, I can still be excited.”

He sighed through his nose, “Just… don’t get your hopes up.”

In the next moment, you walked in with a smile. “Hunter and… Omega, right?”

The man stood up and shook your hand, “Yes, and you must be?”

“YN. I’m the eighth grade science teacher and I’ll be giving you the school tour.”

Hunter nodded, somehow feeling stiff in his clothes. He wasn’t sure what he expected of the person giving the tour but he was taken aback by you. You wore simple flared and striped slacks with a KISS band t-shirt tucked in. Your hair was simple and so was your makeup. Yet, Hunter couldn’t help but feel nervous – like a supermodel was in front of him.

You led them out into the hall and took them around the school in order of: gymnasium, music hall, technology hall, theatrics and cafeteria, media center, and down the respective grade halls. Through this whole tour, explaining what normal curriculums take place in each place, Omega never ceased to be fascinated and ask questions. You loved and thrived in the curiosity of children, happily answering her questions and agreeing with her little jokes.

The man, Hunter , seemed reserved. His questions were basic but standard, and you answered him with the same enthusiasm. His face tattoo did throw you for a loop when you walked into the office but seeing his dog tags helped you to connect the dots. His army ring on his hand helped, too.

Bringing them around to your room, you winced at the sight of your desk.

“Oh, gosh. Don’t mind the desk,” you dryly laughed and got Hunter to chuckle.

“Your desk is nothing near mine.”

You smiled, taking his sympathy with a little heart. “Here, we do plenty of labs and under special circumstances we take field trips to nature centers for more hands-on experiences.”

Omega looked at you with a wide smile, “Will we do dissections?”

“Yes, we do have a small lab where we dissect a number of small animals and all sorts of plants.”

The blonde girl celebrated a silent victory before her eyes caught your small collection of fossils and replica bone structures at the back of the classroom. The smile you wore dimmed, watching her explore your room.

“What kind of girl is Omega,” you quietly asked, leaning toward Hunter so he could hear.

His eyes glanced at you then at his sister. “She’s bright. Strong too.” He chuckled then. “Has to be, she’s the only girl with five brothers.”

Your eyes grew wide and you took a sharp inhale. “Holy shit – sorry – I mean,” Hunter laughed, “Don’t worry about it. It’s a scary number.”

You laughed, too, feeling the blood rush to your face. His laugh was deep and sounded so smooth. “I don’t think I could raise that many, so kudos to you.”

“Oh, no, I’m not her father. I’m her brother,” he clarified with a surprised face.

Yet another embarrassed laugh escaped out of you and you apologized, saying that maybe you should stop talking before thinking. Hunter disagreed, saying it’s good to laugh. He then went on to explain a little more about the family, saying she was the youngest and that he’s part of a quintuple. The surprises this man had were amazing.

When you finished the tour by bringing them back to the front office, you bid your goodbyes and left them with a protocol-but-genuine, “I hope to see you at the beginning of the year!”

Hunter shook your hand one last time, only realizing then how soft your skin was against his, and smiled when you waved goodbye. He stared a little longer and Omega nudged his side. He looked at her and jerked his head up, giving her his attention.

“Well?” Omega smiled, eyebrows raised hopefully.

“What?”

Omega rolled her eyes. “What do you think about this school?”

Hunter put on a thinking face, looking back in the direction you walked away to then back to his sister. “It’s a good school. I could work something out with the boys, drop off and pick up…” His eyes closed for only a few seconds, crossing his arms in thought before opening them again. “Yeah, this school will work.”

Omega jumped and shouted, excited to be going to the school she fell in love with. Hunter chuckled, watching her jump around and air-punching randomly. He was basking in her zeal while feeling excited himself. Having her going here would mean he would see you more and that left a buzzing feeling in his chest.

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Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️

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were you in the fandom when the acwnr anime first released? what was the fandoms reaction to the adaptation being different from the manga i am curious.

I wasn't in the fandom when ACWNR first aired. I joined in fandom in late 2015 and the ACWNR OVA came out at the end of 2014. I asked some of the Veterans who were around at the time though and they were kind enough to share their reminiscences 🙏

@darlingpoppet: "I just remember we all had Thoughts™️ about Erwin’s ending speech… that’s never really changed has it 😂"

@he1chouarts: "We were all pissed about Erwin. Weak nose bump, weird dialogue."

@masksarehot2: "Part 1, everyone went nuts. Part 2, mixed reactions. After part 1 we were concerned they would cut a lot of content, and we were right 😭 Levi going feral was the repeated clip everyone sobbed over for weeks, it was the first time we saw him really emotional. There was a mostly negative reaction to Erwin's reaction to Farlan and Isabel's deaths. And the cut "your wings are the real thing after all" was also a hot topic of discussion. ERUVIN SMISSU. Levi saying that, clip circulated for a while.

Despite its obvious flaws the ACWNR anime will always hold a special place in my heart because it was my gateway drug for the SnK manga and Eruri shipping. So even though I'm still pissed about Erwin's characterisation, I can't be too mad at it!

#asks #acwnr #snk

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What I Thought About “For the Future” from The Owl House

Salutations, random people on the internet who are already skipping past this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck! I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

…So, “For the Future” got leaked, like, two weeks ago. And everyone hated that.

Well, the people who were going to pirate the special anyways due to their “legitimate” reasons loved it. But for the fans who wanted to support The Owl House while it was on its last legs? Yeah, needless to say, people were angry.

And the special got leaked for dumb reasons, too! Some dumb-dumb from iTunes accidentally put the episode up early for people to buy and then proceed to spread like wildfire. Because when you make a mistake like that, you need to correct it the SECOND that after it’s been made. Let it linger, and you’ll come to regret it.

Some compared it to the situation with Amphibia and the episode “True Colors,” but I wouldn’t really say it’s THAT bad. There, it was carelessness on Disney’s part to delay the episode SUPER last minute and not warn iTunes to do the same. Here, it genuinely seems like an accident caused by some dumb dipstick not paying attention. It’s one of those situations where NO ONE could have prepared for it, least of all the fans who found out too late that the leak happened and spoilers were already flooding EVERYTHING. Miraculously, I made it through the whole two weeks by only seeing ONE genuine spoiler. I’m honestly amazed by that.

And for those saying they have “legitimate reasons” for pirating the special, there’s no legitimate reason to LEAK it. Doing that is disrespectful for the show and the people who work on it, hurting the viewership and numbers they need to know people liked it. Plus, if you don’t care about that, it ruins the fandom experience, because it leaves fans with no outlet to share theories and thoughts about the special without fear that they’ll lure in anyone ready to spoil everything. I remember when the trailer finally came out, I felt SO hyped yet SO angry because I couldn’t talk about ANY of it. That’s what happens when you leak a special from a series people love.

Now, the question is this: Was it worth it?

Well, no. It’s never worth ANYTHING to screw over a show like this. But was it worth the wait? I mean, despite the quality of the special, it’s always worth waiting to support The Owl House the RIGHT way.

But to humor the dinguses who leaked “For the Future,” let’s dive in and see how good it really is.

*Spoilers below…even though you probably already know everything that happens by now*

WHAT I LIKED

Showing Us What Happened: Off to a great start already!

A part of me, going in, was a little hopeful that the special would begin with Luz and the others coming to the Boiling Isles and learning what happened as they went on. I figured that the expectations of what the Collector would do the second he has the freedom to go nuts would have been too high to live up to, so it'd be for the best...not to show it. With that said, I don't mind that the writers did. It gives us a taste of what's to come while, to my surprise, living up to so many expectations I had. We get to see the damage the Collector causes, what they do to the people on the Isles, and how a few people react to it.

Plus, a few bonus stuff within that.

Lilith Going to Save King: Have I ever mentioned how much I adored Lilith changed since Season One? This woman went from snobby to throwing herself at a literal god to save her nephew. It backfired immediately, but at least she was kind enough to try.

Though, quick note, maybe don't show Lilith getting transformed. Hooty is fine because he never turns back, but if Lilith is going to change back off-screen anyways, you might as well not change her at all. We see a lot of others get spared off-screen, so why NOT make it the same with her? Speaking of which…

The Collector Turning People into Puppets: It's not the worst fate in the world, but it's not the best. Sure, everyone's still alive, and the Collector--THANKFULLY--doesn't torture them. Yet that doesn't change how this is something truly twisted. These people...are not sentient. About anything, really. They're only truly "alive" when the Collector is playing with them, and even then, they're not really all there. They're more like toys, which is pretty much the point. To the Collector, these people are nothing more than playthings to a higher being--Holy s**t, Tinella Nosa really DID call that, huh?

But, yeah, this is a decent way of establishing how the Collector is unlike any threat before. People might not be able to change back unless HE wills it so, meaning that for the characters to win, they need to convince the Collector to turn everything back to normal. Which, judging by how this episode ends...Yeah, good luck with that.

Oh, man, I just referenced something heavy. Time to balance it out with something sweet, STAT!

Eda and Raine’s Moment Together: You'll do.

This moment is short, but through visuals alone, there is SO MUCH that's delivered. There's the elation that they're both alive, Raine's worry (and maybe regret) for Eda now missing an arm, Raine already knowing and accepting that Eda's gotta go save King, and Raine being amazed (and possibly a little aroused) by the sight of Eda as a harpy. It's honestly everything I could have asked for and more, given that it's a perfect scene where the music and facial expressions say so much that words can't. What more can I say about it, really? Nearly two minutes in, this special got me hooked.

There’s Someone or Something in the In Between: And nearly three minutes in, and the special has got me INTRIGUED.

I'm honestly surprised how I almost forgot about that...person? Thing? Whatever they are/it is, I forgot about them because SO MUCH happens in this special that it nearly slipped my mind. And I truly hope the same won't be for the writers because I WANT to know what the deal is with this thing. Because from what we can tell, they're...trapped? Looks like it. It even looks like they were trying to get Luz's attention for help. I'm not sure what's going on, but that's what's fun about it. Not knowing something and wanting to figure out what it means is the basic, bare-bones necessity regarding storytelling. As long as we eventually get a satisfying answer, I don't mind being left in the dark for now. As long as, again, we DO get an answer. But I'm not worried about never getting one. These writers are pretty good at making one connective narrative this season.

Hunter’s Anger: For instance, this. Hunter's rage over wanting to kill Belos is not only justified in every conceivable way, but it also functions to make "For the Future" the direct carry-over from "Thanks to Them." Now, that's to be expected, but I'm glad that, even though Hunter's NOT the main character of this story, the writers didn't forget or gloss over what happened. The poor boy lost his best friend, who was the first thing ever to give Hunter any sense of true joy. I would honestly question a few things if he didn't act even the tiniest bit bloodthirsty. So, I'm glad the writers gave Hunter time to process his pain and anger rather than making him stoic or emotionless throughout "For the Future." I honestly thought they were going for the ladder, so I'm more than grateful to be wrong for once.

Luz Still Choosing to Stay Back in the Human Realm: Just as I'm grateful that THIS carried over too.

Luz's problems from "Thanks to Them" weren't fully addressed, so it's great that a good chunk of "For the Future" is about her learning to let go of her guilt. Even better, it's Camila who's the one to do it. I'll talk about their big scene together later, don't worry. But for now, I want to gush over how perfect it is that Camila's the one in the main cast who's trying to help Luz with her problem. The woman went from begging Luz to stay in the Human Ream to accepting that Luz would want to remain in the Boiling Isles. And not wanting to have Luz make a mistake she'd probably regret for the rest of her life, losing the close friends and family she's made there, Camila does all she can to make Luz feel better about herself. What's more spectacular about this is that Camila doesn't reveal Luz's turmoil to her friends. A.) It would put more strain on them than they already need. B.)It's not her place to. She respects Luz's privacy, and even when asking for help, she does nothing more than imply what's wrong. She wants to fix this herself because, well, she's a mom. Moms help their babies when they need it the most. And...dang it, if I didn't love Camila already, I love her even MORE now! It's so good!

Camila’s Hungry for Vengeance: Same thing with this. I’m right there with you, Gus. I’d PAY to see Camila beat the snot out of Belos with her bat.

Camila Trying to be Supportive: Emphasis on trying. Camila's still freaked out by pretty much everything around her and has a MILLION more questions every time she's greeted by something new or strange, but for Luz's sake, Camila does her best to be supportive. It's more evidence of why Camila's such a great mom. She might not fully get what to love about the Boiling Isles, but she tries. She tries than actual irredeemable monsters that cause true pain to their family. Speaking of...

Belos: Oh, I'll get to what this f**ker does soon enough, don't worry. But first, I want to discuss how much I liked what the writers did with Belos in this special. The fact that he's haunted by the sins of his past and completely ignores them says pretty much everything you need to know about Belos. He doesn't care about these spirits trying to guilt him. If anything, he gets angry, standing firm that he has nothing to be ashamed of, and there's nothing some random spirits will change about that. Nor does he care about life. He has these backup grimwalkers that are all nothing more than flesh puppets to him. These things can be people of their own, and Belos uses them to further his life and finish his misguided agenda. This man is bitter evil to the end, and I'm all for that. I like irredeemable villains.

Plus, I adore that despite the Collector being the primary threat this season, Belos is still the main antagonist. The dingleberry manipulates the situation to his desires, only now he's using the Collector as his latest tool. I am totally one-hundred percent on board with this decision because while the Collector is a decent threat, Belos makes more thematic sense as the show's big bad. His ideals go against everything the series stands for, about freedom, acceptance, and that it's ok to be whoever you want to be. He takes away and perverse so much of that, and it's all a part of why he's the best villain Disney's had in a while.

...Felt weird praising a scumbag like him for so long. Let's talk about a character that's actually a good person.

Willow Trying to Keep a Happy Face: I did NOT expect Willow to get as much attention as she did. Surprisingly, she manages to have the most engaging sub-plot in the special to me. Speaking as someone who tries their best to be upbeat despite tragedy, wanting to bring good vibes despite the current heartache, I can confirm it's not a healthy mindset to have at times. It's noble to lift spirits up, but it's for your own good to admit that...you're not feeling good. It makes me grateful for Willow's subplot, not only because of its great lesson but because it offers us so much more insight into her character than Seasons One and Two combined. Don't look at me like that. You know it's true. We all know that Willow's a kind person, but seeing how much that kindness puts a strain on her makes for something relatable and engaging to a lot of people.

It's also neat how her story connects with Hunter's. Willow wants to help cheer up Hunter, and Hunter wants to reassure Willow that he IS happy because he has her. It's truly sweet stuff while adding more fuel to the fire with this ship.

But as cute as they are, they ain't the OTP.

Luz and Amity Talking About Palismens: Such a sweet moment between these two!

The backstory behind how Amity got Ghost doesn't offer much that we already didn't know, but it is sweet that she says it to help cheer Luz up. After Luz helped Amity out of her goth phase, she's doing the same, offering the same amount of kindness Luz has been delivering for years. It's...perfect, to be honest, as it shows how much these two will always balance each other out when one is more in the dumps than the other. I love it, and weirdly enough, I love the pain I felt when Luz moved away when Amity kissed her head. Because Luz is so dead set on leaving at this point, she's already trying to create distance between herself and Amity. It hurts to see but in the best way possible...but that DOES mean I could use a little sweetness. Let's double back a bit and discuss a pair that ISN'T romantic (unless you ask my buddy @l-egionaire).

Gus and Willow’s Little Moment: We REALLY needed more scenes like this with these two. We get a story about Willow cheering Gus up when he had a bad day. Through this, we REALLY get a good sense of their bond and why they make good friends (again, unless you ask @l-egionaire). They're...screw-ups who, a lot of the time, rely on each other to get out of their darkest days. Moreso with Gus than Willow because she's basically the older sister he never had (@l-egionaire, I'm sorry. I know it must be killing you to have me say that). It's genuinely adorable, and it's great that we at least got ONE scene this season about these two cute kiddies.

And while on the topic of cute kids…

The Collector: ...What? They're surprisingly adorable.

I might have said it before, but I adore how the writers make the Collector a kid. A kid that can kill us all if he wants, but still a kid. To the Collector, they don't really understand that what he's doing is wrong. It's all a game of pretend where they're a hero surrounded by friends who love him. It's very much NOT the case, but...Ok, do you know how a five-year-old would go out and mess with ants? It's like that. To the ants, it's f**ked up that this gigantic, unstoppable creature is killing them without mercy, but to the kid, they don't really see what's wrong with what they're doing. It's not like they're hurting a person. They're just hurting something small and insignificant. Well, to THEM at least.

It's why I can't really say the Collector is evil or even a villain. Not anymore, at least. I mean, would YOU call your kid evil for messing with something they shouldn't? Or would you say they're misguided and needs to learn what's good or bad? I'd say that describes the Collector perfectly, and I'm not the only one who thinks that.

King Guiding the Collector: A pretty smart move from a writer's standpoint. The Collector, in many ways, is a lot like King. At least, King if he didn't have Luz and Eda checking his ego every ten minutes. It's why King understands the Collector better than others: King KNOWS what it's like to be a kid. Since, well, he IS a kid. King's just one that was raised better and was given more of a moral conscience. So, not only does King try his best to lay boundaries for the Collector, but he's doing some ego-checking too. It's clearly exhausting, as the Collector doesn't easily take no for an answer, but it's something that still, albeit slowly, works. It's why I have no problems with King saying they can reason with the Collector. Mixed in with the understanding and the effort he made in reasoning with them, it makes sense.

Plus, how can you hate a kid who finds the perfect karmic justice for two old broads?

Odalia and Terra’s Roles: Both of these ladies deserved worse. Especially Odalia (I'LL GET TO THAT!). With that said, these are perfectly serviceable punishments. These are two women who hate children just as much as they hate receiving orders. So to have them forced to do everything a child says less they want to be destroyed is a great idea, even if I wish they suffered just a bit more. Because, you know, they deserve it for being such easy-to-hate characters...And since I've brought that up...

Matt: THANK FRICK THAT I DON'T HAVE TO CALL HIM MATTHOLOMULE ANYMORE! My spellcheck thanks you, writers!

Anyways--HOW DID I GO FROM HATING THIS STINK WEASEL TO LOVING HIM?! I'm not kidding. The kid's so...funny! He's a funny character whose false confidence and huge ego make for some good laughs! That was very much NOT the case in his introduction, what with him being, as I've said, a stink weasel, but the writers managed to make it work this time. Mainly because they actually wrote him to be a decent human being...You know what I mean.

A character like Matt works better when he's on the side of good. Use that ego and false confidence for someone that's a bit of a dick, and you're going to make a character that people will hate very effortlessly. That can be fine, as a character that people love to hate can be as enjoyable as one that we love to...love, but you got to do it carefully. Make them too despicable, then they're just going to be more annoying than funny, which was definitely the case for Matt in the beginning. And if you don't make them despicable enough, they'll be funny, but they're practically on their way to being one of the good guys anyways, so you might as well follow through on it. So, making Matt a good guy works better for the character and the audience. But that's just one Hexside student. How's the rest going?

New Hexside: Turns out pretty funny.

Now, initially, not at all. We quickly learned how Hexside reacted to the Day of Unity and the Collector's domination, and it really gets to me how real their reactions are. The fear and panic felt prevalent, and you feel bad for these poor kids as they're forced to witness the end of the world, helpless to stop it.

But after that delicious drama, it's not too long until the jokes come flooding back as we witness what happens when children are left in charge of a school for a few months. The results are exactly what one would expect, with everything being a beautiful series of chaos. The kindergartners are savages, kids eating paperclips, and the students raise a radical statue in Principal Bump's honor that wildly misrepresents him (although that underrated character very much does deserve a statue). It's all pretty good stuff that succeeded in getting a laugh out of me. But some things can be both funny AND heartwarming.

Amity Reuniting with Ed and Em: Like THIS little family reunion that I had hoped to see for MONTHS.

First, you get a touch of something heartwarming as Amity tearfully hugs her brother and sister, with Emira being the one to spin Amity around in an adorable display of affection. And then you have Ed...who runs at Amity in a full body cast, screams in pain as he forces his arms to bend to hug her, and reveals that he's like this because he fell in a well. This boy is the best kind of stupid, and I appreciate every bit of it. I have not laughed this hard with the show in...forever, so believe me when I say that I love this scene for that.

But that's enough wholesomeness and hilarity. Let's get to the ominous and...anxiety building.

The Collector’s Book: This is probably the closest we're going to get to any backstory or explanation of what the Collector is, so, you know...Appreciate it for what it does.

And as interesting as it all is, the lines that the Collector crosses out...gives me fear:

"But should they meddle in our affairs, we'll clean the planet and scorch the air."

Considering how this special ends, I am very much not looking forward to figuring out what THAT means.

I changed my mind. Can we go back to New Hexside? Things are fun there.

Boscha: ...Is it too late to change my mind on changing my mind? It is? Ok...

So, Boscha...I kind of like what they're trying to do with her. Would the special have benefitted by cutting her out? Maybe, but we get more out of Boscha here than the entire series. Now, I'm one of the few people who never cared that she didn't get any development. She was a static character that made for the perfect antithesis to Amity and rival to Willow. But that doesn't mean I'm against the writers trying something, and they...sure did try something. And that's making Boscha go bat-s**t insane without Amity. Ever heard of codependency? Because that's what Boscha's going through. She is so reliant on having relationships and people being with her that being forced to work on her own drives the girl to near insanity. It's why Boscha was willing to team up with the first little psycho she met. If the alternative was to be alone, then it's better to work for a lesser cause than a just one. At least, that seems to be the logic Boscha operates on, and to be perfectly honest, it makes me wish we had time for one more episode to dive deep into this idea with Boscha. What we get is a taste, and a dang good one at that, making it a little disappointing that we'll never explore this side of her again. As is, it's...fine. I like what the writers wer going for, but I just don't LOVE it. It's one of those ideas that would have benefited with more time, especially if the writers were going to force redemption out of her. And you want to know what else would have benefited from more time?

Eda, King, and Lilith’s Subplot: If "For the Future" was just ten minutes longer, I would REALLY adore everything about this little section of it. As is...Well, there's still a lot to love.

I love that Eda and King are still together. I genuinely didn't expect them to be this close this soon, but I'm not complaining. Eda and King sticking together despite this awful situation is something that all I'm here for, and I do adore that out of everyone in the Isles, it's these two that manage to live safely while under the nose of a god who has the potential to destroy everything with a temper tantrum.

I love that Eda's still keeping good spirits despite how dire things have become. She's joking around and taking the same risks she would take on any occasion. She even risks a lot by coming out to talk to Raine, which is just all kinds of bittersweet and absolutely in character for Eda.

And I LOVE that Eda's still cursed. I honestly thought the Collector would take the Owlbeast out of her, but no. She still has to deal with it, and Lilith is the one helping Eda brew potions, which is another little detail I can't help but admire. After causing her sister to deal with years of torture thanks to the curse, Lilith is paying things forward by making the potion Eda needs to stay normal, and it's great. Everything about this is great...My only complaint is that I wish this special was longer.

So much of what happens with Eda, King, and Lilith happens off-screen. Stuff like Lilith changing back, them all finding themselves in this comfortable situation, and researching how to beat the Collector are essential things for the story, and we don't get to see it happen. They don't show that stuff as a way to cut corners with a season with so much to do and little time to do it, and I can understand that. It's why I don't really HATE this for what it is. I just know that this section of the special would be a lot better if we saw more.

Ok, that’s a lot more negativity than usual in the LIKES section. Let’s go for more positivity.

The Return of the Memory Tweezers: I always love it when a series nears its end, it brings back something established in a previous episode. Especially a good one.

And that's what this is: A great callback that has plot relevance. Luz needs to remember something she's seen only once, so they might as well bring out the thing that gives a perfect memory...Let's hope none of the photos get destroyed. Luz has enough problems as it is. Being brainless isn't one of them.

And as much as I want to keep this positivity going…it’s time to get into it…

Belos Taking Over Raine’s Body: Does Dana Terrace hate Raine Whispers or something? Why does she take joy in letting them suffer?!

Once I saw Belos loom over Odalia and the other puppets, I felt so excited. FINALLY, that woman is going to get some real punishment for being the big b-word that she is! And then Belos jumped into Raine...and all that excitement turned into despair.

Odalia was RIGHT THERE! She would have made for a PERFECT meat puppet! Look at this:

That's some quality meat right there...That might be the most risque joke I've made when talking about this show...Ah well.

Anyways, as much as I do not like this, I can't say I hate it. Well, I DO hate it, but that's why I love it. I'm SUPPOSED to hate that Belos did this to Raine, just as I'm supposed to dread the gut wrench of a reunion when Eda finally clues into what happens...Yeah, not looking forward to that.

Can we go back to being positive?

Gus Knew Hunter was a Grimwalker: Oh, yeah. That'll do.

Fans called this one, but it's still pretty cool to have it confirmed. It kind of recontextualizes how Gus tried to cheer Hunter up with Cosmic Frontier. He gave Hunter something to connect with that also happens to help with his inner turmoil. It's pretty powerful, and it's reason #456 of why I love The Owl House: Future episodes make previous ones better now that you know what's going to happen.

There. That was pretty positive. Can we keep the positivity going?

Kikimora: No? Ok…

So, a LOT of people do not like Kikimora. She might be the most hated character in the series if Odalia Blight didn't exist (SHE WAS RIGHT THERE!). With that said...I love Kiki. She's such a chaotic little gremlin that I can't help but adore her antics. Take what she does in this special, for example. Her current grand plan is to be the queen of teenagers. It's so petty and ridiculous that I can't help but love it. If you hate her, I can't stop you. But I can't physically hate someone this chaotic.

Also, Kikimora is pretty adorable when not wearing a cone of shame. And Camila calling Kiki a little red kitten is the best. Man, I love Camila.

Camila and Luz’s Talk: I REALLY love Camila. I might even be IN love with her?

Can you be in love with a fictional character?

Never mind, I just heard what I asked. Let's, uh...pretend I didn't ask that and move on.

Joking aside...this scene is magical. Camila is far from a perfect woman or mother. She admits to that here and now, acknowledging her mistakes, apologizing for them, and promises to do better. It might not make her perfect, but it IS what makes Camila the best cartoon mom to me. She's a woman who tries her damnedest and owns up to mistakes she's made rather than deny that she's made any, like a wannabee meat puppet that I know (SHE WAS RIGHT THERE!). If there's any mother you want to aspire to be, it's, without a doubt, Camila. A woman who shows love when it matters the most, even if there were a few mistakes along the way. I appreciate her for what she is, and you'd better believe Luz does too.

Luz Wanted to be Understood: In "Hunting Palismen," Luz is asked a question: What does she want to be? That question never got answered, and after so many twists and turns, I forgot that was an issue for Luz. So, to have "For the Future" bring it back and finally answer what Luz wants to be. And I am blown away by that answer.

It's an obvious one, in hindsight. In the first episode, it's apparent that Luz's problem is that no one understands her. Not her teachers, classmates, or even her mother. So to have this moment of realizing how it feels to be understood by Camila, to have someone say, "I know how much it hurts to be you," it's an epiphany that Luz didn't know she needed. And the look on her face, mixed with the beautiful colors, makes for an image that gives me goosebumps for the pure joy I felt. And the joy keeps on coming. + Palisman

Luz Gets Her Staff: And she's frickin' happy about it!

GENUINELY happy! In "Thanks to Them," every time Luz smiled, it NEVER reached her eyes. You always saw the sadness she tried her hardest to fight. But here? Luz is grinning ear to ear and being her old goofy self again. And it is EUPHORIC to see my poor girl be the Luz I remember. I don't mind a main character going through an emo phase, just as long as it's just a phase. Funny enough, I prefer my favorite characters to be happy, not miserable.

Hunter’s Powers: The same goes for Hunter. The boy's a SUPERHERO! A lot of us predicted that he'd still do that dash thing with Flapjack inside him, but seeing it is a whole different thing together! Again, I love seeing my favs happy, even if there's a bittersweetness to Hunter's new joy.

But the positivity train doesn’t end there…

Stringbean: I LOVE HER ALREADY!

Stringbean is the cutest little bugger ever, and the fact that she shapeshifts is amazing. As far as we know, no other palisman can do this, making her the most unique one to ever exist. And that's perfect because a unique witch like Luz deserves a palisman that's as original as her. Plus, the others guessing what she might be is a great shout out to fans making the EXACT same theories.

Man, what a perfect, hopeful end to such a great--

Collector Wants to Play a New Game: MOTHER F**KER!

Yeah, believe it or not, the stakes somehow got HIGHER now that the characters are dealing with an ANGRY Collector. And I'm scared. I'm scared of what an angry Collector could mean for the future...pun unintended.

WHAT I DISLIKED

It Got Leaked: I'm not kidding. That's my ONLY complaint regarding "For the Future." We didn't deserve a special THIS GOOD early. I am so glad to have the patience to wait and even MORE relieved that I didn't get spoiled that much because watching this special with a more-or-less fresh mindset is an experience that proves why it's important to wait. The hype of counting down the days, even counting down the seconds, to watch a premier is all a part of the experience. I can't blame people for being a LITTLE impatient, especially if they thought it'd be better to watch it and not worry about spoilers, but to those who leaked it? You get a good ol' fuck you from your pal Ordinary Schmuck. This one is extra special because I didn't censor it.

But, not to worry. There's a chance to redeem yourself. Disney put up the entire special on YouTube, and you can watch it--FOR FREE!--if you live in these regions:

The US

The UK

Australia

Mexico

And other countries

If it's locked out of your region for some reason (and you're apparently so against getting a VPN), then I guess that's the ONLY excuse you have to pirate it. I don't condone it, but I learn my lesson on Reddit. Don't tell fans not to pirate The Owl House. They'll be extra salty about it. However, if you're NOT locked out, there's no excuse to NOT watch it. Clearly, paying for stuff is an issue for people, but since "For the Future" is now free and RIGHT THERE, why not watch it? Like, stow your hatred for Disney just a second, so you can give the people who worked tirelessly on this show the respect they deserve. Because if the views aren't getting close to the millions by the time I post this review, then I'M gonna be salty.

And, yeah, that's the only complaint I have regarding "For the Future."

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…Also, some obviously cut corners due to not having enough time. Stuff like Boscha's redemption and the stuff regarding Eda, King, and Lilith happening off-screen are big ones to come to my mind. I'm not bothered by this because I fully understand why it's done, but it does leave one a tiny bit irked.

But, seriously, that's about it.

IN CONCLUSION

"For the Future" is another solid A episode! But are you really surprised anymore?

If I had to pick, I'd say I like "Thanks to Them" a LITTLE bit more, primarily because that one feels more like a standalone episode. With "For the Future," it feels more like set-up. It's still GREAT with some fantastic character moments, some surprisingly great scenes of development, and by somehow raising the stakes MORE than they already were! I may want it to stand out more on its own, but it's still necessary as we lead into the grand finale. Plus, considering how the writers have so much to do and very little time to do it, I don't mind a full special of set-up, even if a few corners were cut along the way. I'm still left with something great that I'll be watching and rewatching as I dream of what comes next in the future.

While also hoping, for the show's sake, nothing else gets leaked...Seriously, if ANYTHING about special Numero Tres gets leaked online, I might actually blow a gasket.

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