#I'm so tired of being responsible for everybody's emotions in this house

[marcelinesghost13]

Hello blog, I got some things to talk about. Actually I got two things to talk about. So let's start with the first one that being my spouse/ wife. The second one is we about an employee who decided to give me some shit comments.

Okay first my spouse so a couple days ago actually Friday the 13th is when it occurred. My spouse gave me a text apologizing and saying that everything is her fault with the fighting and all this other stuff that has happened. I think the reason why she was saying those things is because she's feeling guilty for what she did. Also I think some of it has to do with the fact that the district attorney is going to be filing domestic abuse charges and some other things. That court hearing isn't about a week or two and more likely she will be going to jail. Which honestly I think really sucks. What she needs is therapy not jail time but more than likely she probably will be going to jail. So I thought me and her were totally good.

Then today happened.... She gave me a text asking if she wants to go to breakfast. I told her sure that sounds like a good idea. She let me know if she wanted to talk about you know what may or may not happen if she has to go to jail. I told her yeah that's a good idea that mean you have breakfast over that. Yeah that's not what she had planned. I picked her up she was in a rotten ass fucking mood when I got off of work. Right away when she got in the car she started with her your bad driver you suck ass her normal blah blah blah putting me down bullshit. I ignored it for the most part. We then got some breakfast at our favorite new Mexican restaurant. I then asked her is there anything you want to do. She told me no I'm just tired I want to go to bed. Okay I thought that was an odd response cuz I thought we were going to talk about her going to jail. I even brought it up and she told me no we'll talk about that later. So I got in the car drove her home. And that's when she decided to lay into me again letting me know why am I going through this midlife crisis. Why am I pretending that I want to be a girl. Why am I blaming her for our relationship falling apart. The last one I I kind of told her yeah it is your fault. That took her for surprise that I actually blame her for our relationship falling apart. I told her look you don't get it. I've already told you why I'm not coming back. I'm not going to be with somebody if they're going to behave the way you behave. With the verbal and physical abuse that you do all the time towards me you've been doing it for decades now. Right away she denied it and said that's bullshit I'm making up excuses. The whole reason why is because I actually want to run off and fuck one of my little whores. I told her to see there you are again blaming me for something that didn't actually happen making up shit that didn't actually happen. Then she asked me why is it that all your friends that you know always give you like these very like emotional hugs and other stuff. Because that's just who they are. And then she let me know that all my friends that are very huggy and touchy I hid them from her. I always talked about everybody just making up bullshit again. I told her that's a lie and you knew about them I told you about them all the time you even know their names. After that she got really pissed off got out of the car I let her back in the house. And right away she made a beeline straight to her bedroom and lock the door. I cleaned all the litter boxes for her cuz she can't do it her back's fucked up. I then knocked on the door tell her that I was done but I didn't get a response. So I grabbed my shit and went home.

Now for the employee. So today I got on the elevator with one of my coworkers. Most of the squad have this weird like sexual thing going on with her. They don't actually have sex with each other or anything like that it's just kind of like really bizarre behavior or at least I think it is. So anyways I got on the elevator with her she saw me with all my makeup on so I was definitely all girled up. And her comment was well hello. I said hello back. She then looked at me with fire in her eyes and then said don't we look cute today with this tone of disdain I have heard from another person in forever. (My spouse doesn't count) She then looked at the other employer that she gives a ride put her hand on his shoulder and said come on let's go get out. She was not pleased. I think that's because she knows once my transition is done I'm going to be a pretty hot fucking goth bitch. Shit I plan on being the goth Queen. So I don't really care for Little Miss want to be goth princess pulling her attitude it's bullshit. So I didn't see you the whole day until we clocked out. I was running around all damn day over at work. So naturally my makeup wore off I can get a chance to touch it up and make it look good throughout the day. It's a girl thing get the fuck over it. So what I decided to do is wash the remaining makeup off and call it a day. Well Little Miss goth princess made a comment over at the clock in clock out clock. And that comment was well if you're going to be a girl you got to keep up your makeup all day. You just can't wash it off because you don't want to wear it anymore.... And then she giggled and laughed and gave me this like evil snare look with her eyes. I'm thinking bitch you need to shut the fuck up. You stole my hairstyle with a black and red. She used to dye her hair Jack Black all the time. And now this bitch has little red highlights and tips in her hair. I'm like what the fuck really. Now granted it's not exactly like my hairstyle.. but come on really black and red come up with your own fucking idea. and then this bitch is going to decide to fucking make comments towards me.. this Trans goth girl is not putting up with this crap.

So what I decided to do let's go get some bright or fire red and Raven black. Again at the girl thing I'm not explaining hair dye. That way when I show up she knows exactly who the goth Queen is.

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[kaepop-trash]

God how i wish youd write a single father johnny

Why is this a whole scenario 😭

Also happy new year, everybody. This ended up being the first fic of the year and I'm not mad about that 🙊

Shout out to @sehunniepotwrites for giving the idea of this scenario and holding my hand through the emotions. I love you 💖

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Summary: You had to fill in for your elder sister at her daughter's PTA. While your niece was busy playing, you ended up befriending a cute little boy who likes reptiles.

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: indirect mention of death

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(Y/N) waved at her niece from under the gazebo in an attempt to get her to come eat some of the snacks that had been laid out.

When her sister had told her that she would have to attend her PTA when she was watching her daughter for the week, she had expected a small evening where teachers filled in on the child's progress. What more could a toddler require, after all.

Instead the school organises a day where the guardians can watch their children walk around and interact with other children.

It was to 'see what the school had done for the child. Not what the child has done for the school', as Hope's teacher had put it.

Hope, her niece, who was currently running around the generous lawn with her classmates. Dotted across the edges of the lawns were other parents and guardians like her, watching their kids while they sipped on lemonade and occasionally spoke to one of the teachers passing by.

Private School was a different place, (Y/N) thought.

After getting tired of standing in the same place, she ventured out to walk across the compound to see all the things the school claimed to provide its students.

Just as she was crossing the green house, (Y/N) saw a lone boy sitting on the steps as he dug a small patch of soil up with a stick. He looked up when he heard approaching footsteps, curious eyes gazing at her.

"Why are you sitting here all by yourself?" She asked the boy as he focused his attention back to the ground. He just shrugged as he resumed poking the ground. "Have you eaten anything? Do you want a cookie?" She asked again, offering the cookies she had in the small bag in her hand.

"I'm sorry, my dad told me not to take anything from a stranger. Thank you very much though." He told her.

"Okay." (Y/N) smiled at the boy's considerate response. "I'm Hope's aunt. You're in her class, right?"

The boy looked up then, putting a hand over his eyes and squinting a little to get a better look.

"Hope's right, you are very pretty." He looked back to the floor, "Is it true that you wrote that book in our class? About the hippo?"

(Y/N) laughed, giving him a nod. "Yes, I did."

"My dad reads me the Mr. Dragon book too. Hope said you wrote that too." He gave her a smile. "He's my favourite."

(Y/N) took a few steps closer, "You don't find lizards scary?" He shook his head at the ground.

"Only the venomous ones." He answered absent-mindedly.

"I love reptiles." She told him, an endearing smile growing on her lips.

"I know. Hope told me you also have a pet iguana." He looked up again with a smile, "Is he cute?"

"He's adorable." She smiled, "Hope and you are friends?" She questioned and the boy nodded.

"When her dad died, I told her she could share my dad. He told me once that he really wanted to give me a little sister so." He swayed his legs, dropping his stick to give her his full attention.

(Y/N) blushed at what clearly was private information, giving the boy a nod. "That's very sweet of you. Hope was very sad when that happened. So thank you for offering her that."

"Do you mind if I have that cookie now?" The boy asked shyly." She smiled and walked up to him, sitting down beside him and offering him the bag.

"I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." She told him when he took the bag.

"I'm Suh Yoonjae." He answered, extending his hand out to her in what she realised was a handshake.

"You have such good manners, Yoonjae. It's very nice to meet you." She shook his hand back.

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Johnny had finished talking to Yoonjae's teacher minutes ago. Yet he stood at the refreshment stand, being bombarded with questions. It was usually the worst part about PTA meetings. Having to talk about why Yoonjae's mother stopped coming without sounding explicitly bitter was a genuine task for Johnny the more of these he attended.

Eventually, Johnny lost patience, telling all the parents surrounding him that he had to go look for his son to give him his juice and snacks.

He walked around a little before he spotted Yoonjae in front of the green house, sitting next to someone who was reading something out from her phone. He walked up to them, assuming that she must have been a new teacher.

"Dada!" Yoonjae looked up as Johnny's shadow fell on him. Johnny paused, absolutely surprised by the large smile on his son's face. "It's the Mr. Dragon lady! She said she's writing one about a dinosaur and she'll name it Jae after me!" He giggled, eyes disappearing into his cheeks from his wide grin.

Johnny couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him so happy. Ever since his mother gave away all her custody to Johnny, Yoonjae had been quiet and very reclusive.

Johnny turned to the woman just as she turned to give him a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry, he was sitting here by himself so I wanted to give him some company, I hope you don't mind. My niece is in Yoonjae's class." She explained.

"Yes Dada! Hope shares you with me, right? Now I can share her aunt too." He grinned at his father before turning that back to the women.

"Oh, you're Hope's aunt." Johnny nodded as he pursed a grin, stepping just a little closer so his shadow could fall on her and he could get a look at her face. "Her mom has mentioned you a few times."

"Yes," She stood up from the steps, extending her hand out. "I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I write and illustrate children's books. Which is what your son meant by Mr. Dragon lady." She pointed back at Yoonjae.

Johnny smiled at her, reaching his own hand out. "I'm John Suh. I work in advertising." He shook her hand, noting how soft it was. "I can't believe I'm meeting the woman who's written my son's favourite book. I'm almost feeling a little starstruck." He grinned when she blushed.

"That's very kind of him to do and extremely kind of you to say." She gave him a shy smile while her eyes scanned his face intently, still shaking his hand for a moment longer before realising and pulling away, blush deepening. Johnny grinned a little wider.

"Where's Hope's mom?" He asked, "We were supposed to have a playdate for the kids this weekend but I haven't heard from her."

"Oh." (Y/N)'s eyes went a little wide, "Well my sister is on a business trip and she's not back till next week. I'm taking care of Hope till then." She shrugged.

"So Hope can't come this Saturday to play?" Yoonjae's voice made her look down, not realising that he was there. He looked up at her with disappointed eyes, clutching on his dad's trousers harder.

"I mean, I could always bring her." She told the boy, who's eyes lit up.

"Let's not bother Miss (Y/L/N) like this, Jae." Johnny reached down to take the boys hands in his.

"It's not a bother!" She said immediately. "I'm working on a book right now so I'm always home anyway. In fact, why don't you bring Yoonjae over to mine so he can meet Cleo, my Lizard." She smiled at Yoonjae.

He squeezed Johnny's hand immediately, a silent and excited plea.

"I don't want to bother you." Johnny said sheepishly.

"No bother at all. Poor Hope has to play by herself all day when I get busy. You'll be doing us a favour by bringing him along."

"Can we go, Dada?" He tugged at Johnny's arm, and looking down at his child's eager face made Johnny give in. The moment he nodded at him, Yoonjae grinned.

"I'm going to go look for Hope and tell her." He told his father, walking away towards the playing group of kids.

"Thank you for doing this." Johnny told (Y/N) once they were by themselves. "He's been a little low recently because he can't see his mother anymore." Johnny paused, realising that he was volunteering information that was otherwise coaxed from him.

"Oh," She looked down at the ground, "Are you recently divorced?"

"No." He said immediately, "I've been divorced for a while now. Yoonjae's mother just recently gave me full custody of him. He's too young to understand anything though. For him it just looks like his mom abandoned him. I'm hoping that he'd understand one day, at least." Johnny smiled to himself. He hoped he'd understand it too.

They both turned to the sound of their names being called, facing the sight of two toddlers trying their best to run to them.

"This is the happiest I've seen him in a while." Johnny hummed. "I really do appreciate that, Miss (Y/L/N)." He turned to her, catching her smile at what he assumed was her niece approaching.

"Don't worry about it please. It's just one date." She pursed a smile that she turned to aim at him.

"I should give you my number. We can coordinate later." He announced to her with purpose.

"Okay, Mr. Suh." She reached into her bag to take her phone out.

"Is Yoonjae really coming to play with us, (Y/N)?" Hope came and tugged on her coat, smiling when she gave her a nod in return. "You too, Mr. Johnny? She turned to him.

"If your aunt will have me, of course." He winked at Hope, earning a short giggle.

Hope tugged on (Y/N) coat as she wondered about something, "Mom said Mr. Johnny is so handsome that she wanted you to meet him." Hope turned to (Y/N) with innocent purpose. "Do you think he's handsome, (Y/N)?" She asked.

(Y/N) blushed at the extremely blunt question, making Johnny bite the inside of his cheek— in anticipation for the answer he realised.

She turned to look at him, scanning his face with the same intent gaze as before. He felt his cheeks warm a little from the scrutiny. After a good look over, she looked back down. When her eyes met Hope's still expectant one, she let out a flustered laugh.

"He is." She nodded, now failing to look back up at him. "Your mom is, as always, right." Both of them giggled at what he assumed was an inside joke.

"Dada can we take Bugsy too?" Yoonjae asked about his favourite plushie, shuffling his feet in anticipation.

"Taking advantage of your old man's mood, are we now?" Johnny poked at Yoonjae's neck, making him giggle and squirm. "Okay, we can." He nodded, making both the kids clap eagerly.

Johnny watched the exchange with a warmer heart than he had in a long time. Looking up to give (Y/N) a smile that she returned with equal warmth.

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[bestruction]

How it’d be to watch animes with them

A/N: While i’m working on my Mikasa x reader royal au, this little idea came to my mind. I tried to put the links when i mentioned a specific scene and speak a little about the anime in case you don’t know it.  So here it’s: 

Warnings: Me exposing my otaku self, mentions of 18+ animes (Not hentais) 

Eren -  Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: Tensai-tachi no Renai Zunousen (13+)

A / N: The main characters like each other, but none wants to confess because being the person who takes the first step would also represent being the defeated person. The anime develops in a series of plans that both elaborate to make the other confess their love.

Warnings: None

It was his idea to watch an anime together since the two of you liked it a lot. You saw no harm and agreed to go to sleep with your boyfriend on Friday night. So, you would have the dawn and the weekend to see everything.

“We could watch One piece! Everybody likes"

“In three days ?! We will not finish even if we do not take breaks ”

"Naruto then?"

“Haven't you seen it all five times or more?

"But it is a classic!"

"It is also too long!"

He would sulk when he saw you reject each of his suggestions for being too big animes. The truth was, he was trying to convince you to stay longer. After much searching in the catalog, you choose to watch a short comedy of 12 episodes.

Biggest mistake ever

Eren is already annoying by nature, and after watching Kaguya-sama's two seasons he would spend the day and night trying to get you to confess to him EVEN IF YOU'VE BEEN IN LOVE FOR TWO YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THE FIRST TO DECLARE. HIT HIM, PLEASE.

"Do you think that using such a low trick will make me give in?"

“Eren, I just got out of the shower. What trick? Wear an outfit? ”

“Showing off your skin won't make you win”

If you wanted to play with him, great. You are going to spend the day in this little game until he gets tired and just hugs you or something because he can't spend a lot of time without touching you. But if you didn't want to, just you could use that touchy side of him against him too.

"Maybe I shouldn't show you anything else then"

"Yes, of course, do- Wait what?"

"You heard"

“NO, BABE! YOU WON! I CONFESS! I LOVE YOU"

Watching anime with him would be quite an experience. For being very verbal, Eren would be the type of person who doesn't shut up watching anything. Especially, something that makes him laugh. You would see him laughing out loud and throwing himself back on the couch or on you, whether you were with him or not. You may even complain, but it would be fun to see him react to everything as immediately and naturally as an unfiltered child.

He will sing ALL the openings for the rest of the days around the house until you are humming some without realizing it.

For some reason, can I imagine him doing Chika dance ?? Yes, please film this big bear dancing like a little girl.

Levi - Death parade 

A / N: Do you want to cry and hurt yourself? This is the right place. Death Parade is a story about what happens after death. The characters are sent to mysterious bars where they will be judged to decide the fate of the souls themselves. (18+)

Warnings: Suicide, depressive themes, mentions of rape and domestic violence

I don't see Levi watching many animes. In fact, I don't see him watching much anything at all. He would be the type of person who can't spend a lot of time in front of the television without feeling like he's wasting time. Which would result in a very selective and demanding taste.

He would always read the reviews about the film, and after watching it, he would make his own. Ever. No exceptions. Unlike Impossible-to-be-quiet-Eren, Levi would be silent to be able to capture and understand all the details. This is interesting because getting his attention is a difficult task. But once it's done, he is 100% focused on the story and immersed in the characters.

So, after reading about it, he would agree to watch Death Parade with you.

He would have low expectations at first, and if the anime failed to hold his very difficult attention in three episodes, he wouldn't even try with the rest.

So when in the first episode, all suspense and doubts left to the viewer entered Ackerman's head, he would finish the other 11 without realizing it.

As a rational person, he would love things that make him think and reflect on the proposed theme. In the case: Life and death.

For some reason, I imagine him as someone who would like to study and read philosophy as a hobby and that he would love Nietzsche? So, you could expect deep conversations after each episode.

But without any arrogance, humanity's strongest soldier might not be the most talkative man in humanity, but surely when he opened his mouth to it, it wouldn’t be to show himself off with something that he knows and you don’t. On the contrary, he would be more than happy to explain if you asked and added your opinion.

He wouldn't cry, but he would be touched by the way the emotions were shown and created in the characters.

He would probably see the scene where Decim cries more than once for being impressed with how the pain of a character who is supposedly not flesh and blood is expressed so well.

And after the anime is over, you would always see him listening to the music of the ice skating scene around the house while doing something.

When you were finished watching everything, you would talk again about the anime. You lying on his chest and he touching his hair, smelling him.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Levi?"

“If so, I wouldn't go back to this shit a second time. No matter what they offered me ”

"Levi!"

"Unless it was to have you again"

“What a cliché” He would roll his eyes after hearing your response “But I like clichés”

Again, he wouldn't cry, but he would be thinking about how ephemeral things can be, including being alive. Then you can expect a more touchy Levi for a few days.

Jean - Banana Fish 

N / A: Another one to cry and get hurt. Banana Fish is way more than just a story about one character just is hard to define. So in case, you didn’t watch it, here’s the trailer. (18+)

warnings: pedophilia, rape, violence, drugs, your heart being destroyed

You know that guy who says that no yaoi is good, it's just a way to feed a bunch of fujoshi and stuff like that? Jean. It's him. I just know it. So when you suggested Banana Fish and said it was a BL / yaoi, he would probably laugh and ignore the idea.

But after insisting a little and showing him the many compliments that both the anime and the manga received, he would accept.

At first, he wouldn't pay much attention. He really thought it would be just another bad anime. But by the end of the first episode, he would be too involved in the story to stop.

I think he would love crime novels for the same reason that Levi: To think. Try to find out how things are going to end and pick up any clues that the author has left about the ending. So the plot would hold him so much because he would make a ton of theories about the end.

He will ship Ash and Eiji with all his soul. I mean, how can he not ship? To see an anime in which the physical touch between the couple doesn't really happen and still builds a well-developed and healthy relationship would be a new experience for him.

Jean is somewhat similar to Eren in this respect. So you can expect to see him huffing in anger, cursing one of the characters, throwing a pillow away, or using it to hide a tear or two that he would let go of you. The kind of person who gets emotionally involved with the things he watches.

He would cry an entire river after watching the last episode and deny it later.

“I was not crying. The cushion fabric made my eyes itch a lot ”

Show him again and he will cry the same amount and intensity

Armin - Haikyuu

A / N: Considering all the texts on Tumblr for haikyuu characters, I’m pretty sure you know what anime it’s lol (10+)

Armin is an otaku with a license card and no one can change my mind. He would probably start watching it as a child. So, his first animes would be everyone's classics: Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, Bleach, etc.

So it would be normal that as the vast majority, he would continue to have a preference for shounen when he grew up. So it would be your idea to see Haikyuu.

He would have low expectations because he thought it would be just another anime with cute characters for everyone to be thirsty as an inverted harem. And also because the synopsis does not create a strong impression, especially for those who consume shounen daily.

"So we are just gonna see a little boy trying to catch a ball?"

“It's gonna be good! Everyone is talking about it now ”

"Does he have some superpower?"

"No"

"Something scary?"

"Armin, just give a chance!"

He would like it. Did I say he would like it? Because he would love it. The atmosphere created and well developed with such a simple plot would hold his attention well. (Is it possible to dislike Hinata in the first episode?)

It would be a great anime for him to watch because 1. It is different from what he usually sees. Unlike shounen, Haikyuu deals only with real and tangible scenarios. Of course, still with that touch of anime, but it is very easy to recognize yourself in the characters and learn from them and therefore reflect on yourself as well.

It would be great to make him think about his own insecurities and how most of them were inside his head.

He would be so immersed in the anime universe that he would have to pause the game scenes because he would be too nervous waiting for the ball to fall.

You will probably see him taking a deep breath in each drawing scene of the characters and see him truly cheering for the team as if it were a real national game.

More than that, you will see his eyes full of tears when Yamaguchi hit the serve in the match against Aoba johsai.

In fact, Yamaguchi would be his favorite character. No discussions.

"I said it would be good"

"Shut up"

"Make me"

Mikasa - Heaven’s official blessing 

A / N: I'm going to leave the trailer here because I don't know how to define it very well. It's a novel, but the story doesn't focus ONLY on that. (14+)

Okay, you didn't suggest. She did not suggest. So how do you end up watching together? You catch her watching when you come home by surprise lol

Until then, you would know that she watched some anime, but nothing romantic. Never. In fact, that was her little secret.

Although common sense is that Mikasa would be cold even in a modern au (and I agree in parts). I think she would be the type of person who loves to see the sweetest and softest things to melt alone on the couch without anyone seeing. A moment for herself and a part of her that she would not show to anyone.

You would already know about her romantic side, but seeing her under the covers sighing while watching the Netflix special episode is a totally different story.

Please don’t mock her!!. She would be red enough by the time she was discovered.

When she was less shy, she would ask if you want to watch with her. She would say she saw no problem watching it with you again since doing it with you would be a different experience.

If you accept, you would spend the rest of the night in the room sharing a blanket and absorbing the soft atmosphere, the soundtrack, and the Chinese culture so present in history.

She would not speak a lot because she was paying attention, but she would hug you all the time. In the romantic scenes, she would tighten her arms around you a little and sometimes left a kiss on your shoulder.

I think she could relate to Hua Cheng's way of loving. He is always there to protect, care for and see his lover even if sometimes Xie Lian doesn't even know.

And that is what she wants to show you, that more than a girlfriend, she is also someone you can count on.

Days later, you will see her reading the rest of the work around the house because she couldn't stand to wait for a second season.

And later, SURELY melting and vibrating while watching Mo Dao Zu Shi.

[acciocriativity]

All Too Well||Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader/Sirius' Daughter

Summary: The Second Wizard War was over more than a month ago and everybody had scars that might never be fully healed. This is not a new concept for you, you lost everything you once had.

Warnings: The whole thing is really angst

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: I absolutely loved to write this fic, it is my first request so I'm a bit nervous haha. I hope you all enjoy!

I was used to the pain, both physical and emotional. After a week of Tonks and Lupin's funeral, everything was empty and the pain was numb, I had no hope that this would end anytime soon.

Largo Grimmauld's house had stayed for me, but after everything that happened, I couldn't even think of putting my feet there. To be fair, anywhere I could possibly go would have memories that are too painful to bear, so I rented a room in the Leaky Cauldron until I had an idea of ​​what to do with my life. I just didn't imagine it would take so long for that to happen.

Almost a month after the War was over, I had the willpower to go to the bank, as I was the last Black alive, everything that was in the coffers of those horrible people was now mine and they needed my consent to make the transfer.

To be honest I wish I had set fire to everything but unfortunately I needed money, my savings were almost over but I swore, even as a new millionaire, that I would not use anything more than necessary and that as soon as I had a job, I would return every penny, the minimum to make my father proud.

The next step took a few more days, visiting the abandoned house at Largo Grimmauld. For a few seconds I waited to see Kreacher there, which is really ironic, his bad mood would be the most comforting thing for me at the moment.

The pictures continued to scream, the mess was still in place, nothing new. There was no way I could live there at all, the few months I spent there were only possible because my father was there, Harry was there and obviously Mrs. Weasley's food helped a lot.

I haven't seen her since the Battle of Hogwarts, I knew that no Weasley would be against my visit, after all we were allies and even friends but I couldn't make it. They are dealing with their own losses and I know that He is there too.

He, it’s been a long time since I didn’t think about him or at least I wanted to fool myself thinking so. In the past year nothing has been able to take the eminent worry out of my heart, not for me but for him.

As I looked around the dusty room, I realized the stupid idea I had, here was the climax of my relationship with Harry.

- They would be very proud, you know - I said quietly looking at the brunette in the corner of my eye, he was looking at that picture again - not only because you are fighting as you can but because you are still you, you are still Harry, only Harry.

We were silent for a few seconds until I could see his green eyes staring at me in the pitch of the cold night, with only one lamp on and then he smiled, for how long I didn’t see his eyes shine so brightly?

- I guess only you think so but that's okay, I like just being Harry with you - he took one of my hands and we stayed like that, in silence, a moment of peace and quiet.

I felt an overwhelming urge to cry but I didn't allow myself to. Not after all this time that I was fixing the broken pieces of me. I took a deep breath and looked around, even though I knew there would be no one there, I went upstairs to my room.

Big mistake again, I already knew what would be waiting for me up there.

- Harry, what are you doing here ?? My dad will kill you if he finds out you are in my room! - I was in shock with the little love he had for his own life, since Sirius' room was right next to mine.

- And who said he needs to find out? In fact, we are not doing anything inappropriate, I just… - he didn't want to admit it, but it was always obvious, the dark circles under his eyes gave away his sleepless nights.

The only thing I did was make room on the bed, which was enough to make him smile and lie down with me. We didn't sleep, we just kept talking until the tiredness won us over but even without sleep, I felt that I was helping in some way.

I walked calmly through the room, it was the same way I had left it, the bed untied and the light blue paint already peeling, I opened the closet and started to take some clothes off the hangers.

I was sure that I would return there, that everything would work out, that I could somehow form a home at some point and how wrong I was...

The third step towards my full recovery was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make. Admitting that there was no more space for me in London, that I was alone and I could do nothing about it, that I needed to leave everything behind and start over once and for all.

In the meantime, I often visited that house. I was not ready to let go, even the things I hated the most there, which is basically everything.

The last step was to say goodbye, so I visited Tonks and Lupin’s grave, I also visited Andromeda for the first time and finally met Teddy Lupin. He was adorable as I had imagined, with his mother's colored hair.

I said that I needed to be away for a while and she replied the only thing I didn't expect to hear.

- I understand dear, but know that you can always have a home here with us - her voice gave me a comfort that I didn't know I needed until then.

- I will remember it fondly and I will really come back, I want to be in the life of this little one here, if you let me - and then, her response came with a motherly hug, I couldn't contain myself anymore.

I couldn't take the weight of the pain alone and she didn't say one word until I calmed down. If I wasn’t as broken as I knew I was, I wouldn't have left her house anytime soon.

Apparating in front of the Burrow wasn't the most difficult part, even though I didn't completely master the apparition. I changed my mind at least 10 times before I reached the door and another 5 times before I knocked.

The sky was completely black, but the storm clouds covered the view of the moon and stars, no sound from inside the house was made and so I tried again and waited patiently.

- Y/N… my dear, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Come in, you must be cold - the red-haired woman was wearing a purple robe and the only change I noticed was her tired eyes and lacking the natural glow inside them.

- I'm sorry for suddenly appearing here Molly, I wanted to say goodbye - I spoke as soon as I entered the room, almost as cold as outside.

- Are you moving dear? You should have warned me before, I could have made you a farewell party - she guided me to the kitchen and I was sure I wouldn't leave without a cup of tea.

I tried to stay as calm as possible, but I couldn't convince my heart to do the same. The sofa, the dining table and even the stairs...

- RONALD WEASLEY COME HERE NOW - the irritated voice of the matriarch echoed across the walls of the house, giving goosebumps to those who were unused, that is, Harry and me.

- It's always like that? - I asked slightly intimidated to the boy with glasses next to me.

- You haven't seen anything yet - said Ron as he passed us on the stairs and went down to face his mother's anger over some mess he had made.

We were 12 years old and I couldn't say that we were close friends, who would be friends with the daughter of a murderous traitor? Why did they invite me? I didn't even remember.

- And where do you want to go? I've heard of several good places to live in the countryside - the smell of tea brought me to reality and then I noticed his gaze under me.

- Well, I'm going to spend some time in the United States - I replied with the confidence that still remained in my body, if it had been in another situation I would have found the expression of surprise on her face really amusing.

We stayed for a few seconds in silence drinking tea until she answered me a little more calmly.

- If you're sure, I can only tell you to take care and keep in touch. I understand that this adaptation period has not been easy for any of us. If that's what you need to heal yourself ... - her face fell a bit and I noticed right away.

- Do you want to hear about the place where I'm staying? - I asked with a small smile and little by little she got excited again.

As I did not want to bother her beyond the point I already was, after the tea we said goodbye with a hug still in the kitchen, when we arrived in the living room we hugged again and I had the same feeling as when I hugged Andromeda earlier. I never had a mother and after so long, it seems that I got two maternal figures who really cared about me.

- Don't forget to send me a lot of pictures, okay? - before I could answer, we both turned around as soon as we heard a noise on the stairs.

There was no one there and even if there was, it would be difficult to distinguish a silhouette in the middle of the darkness formed in that area, but for a few seconds I managed to see an unowned foot before it disappeared.

- I really need to go Molly, can you tell the others that I'll be in touch soon, please? - she confirmed with a smile and I left without giving a second look at that staircase.

Why was he spying and listening to the conversation? My life has been around the actions of Harry Potter for a long time, but it has been years since the direct contact was over, until now. Why now? Why do I have to remember him again? Why do I have to walk around being a shadow of what I once was?

- Can you sit down and talk to me? - His voice sounded irritated for no plausible reason.

- Oh sure, do you want me to sit and listen to all the reasons why you don’t love me anymore? Do you want to put more salt on the wound or what? - my usual sarcasm was multiplied by 1000, even though I knew that Harry hated that.

I didn't wait for an answer and immediately left his empty dormitory towards the Gryffindor common room, which by luck or a lot of planning on his part, was also empty.

- You know that I have strong feelings for you, but not as befor- can you grow a little at least once? - his steps came behind me and I felt his gaze piercing my back, until I couldn't take it anymore and I turned to look at him.

- You already made your point clear yesterday Harry, if you want to break up alright, but I will not be silent hearing about how you fell in love with another girl- and for the first time he did not answer me back - Yeah, do you really think that I wouldn't notice? I was the first to see it, believe it or not. My mistake was to close my eyes and pretend that everything was fine between us.

He found no words to answer me and I was too tired to hear anything else.

- I will return your things and you can feel free to do whatever you want to, our conversation is over.

Some women passed behind me in the bathroom, I knew what was going on in their heads, "what's wrong with her?" or "why is she crying?" but I didn't mind and kept looking straight into that foggy airport mirror.

As soon as the door slammed and I knew I was alone for a few minutes, I closed my eyes and then made a promise to myself.

- I'll be back and I won't even remember why I had to forget you in the first place.

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♀️ Permanent ♀️ Wrath ♀️

If you could do something about the world if you can stop any of the poison so you can heal the women and make them not so crazy and toxic.

You would suddenly find the CIA the FBI or some other law enforcement arresting you with some crime you did not commit.

. . .

The Reason why, MGTOW, exist is because it's the last and only frontier men have against women or shall I say away from them.

. . .

Women I don't know why but apparently I don't know if it always was this way but the sociopaths all they can do is live in a house and mirrors all I can do is that their emotions roll down let their emotions rule their mouth but their emotions completely rule their brain they have no control over them they scream the throat out it's impossible at this point I realize there's no way to Soft talk a woman into Calmness.

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I'm going to admit I don't know what like to be a woman but in the same time I don't understand why women just let their emotions take them on a roller coaster ride and whatever pops up in their head they let they allow themselves and fire it off and everyone around them while they allowed myself to public to throw temper tension and scream and yell and I don't know why when a woman gets mad she feels inside.

. . .

I don't understand inside a woman why she feels that her anger, it Equal's diplomatic immunity ?

. . .

I just don't get it.

. . .

Ultimately I say stay away from women most there's a lot of men out there that really really cannot and a lot of men are now dead because of that because women go crazy are women just get dark and they kill them and I keep seeing crime scenes but women get arrested for committing murder then immediately released.

. . .

At this point being alone enforcement is a joke it's such a you're a tool you're such a tool for the elite it isn't even funny you're not the excuse is the law enforce but you're not really even doing that the attraction is morality the job is law enforcement just ruinforcement which is, take the heart out of the whole idea of being a cop being a cop was supposed to be a hero or protector of people and then they just beat over your head you're only jobs to enforce her stupid rules.

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So as far as I can say a woman in America does whatever she wants women kind of rule America that kind of rule America they can do whatever the Fuck they want they're too crazy they're too naive how the world works and that's the way they'll be at least want them they want them crazy they want them stupid they want them thinking they know everything like a narcissist does they want them raging psycho inconceivable narcissist that just lose their Shit 24/7 and go crazy they get there they're great distraction for the police officers when there's a Real Shit going down.

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The cops can't turn their head away from them because they're women and women are crazy and women just can't handle hearing that because they're extremely narcissistic extremely sensitive and extremely strong feeling I mean yeah being called crazy hurts me too it hurts me bad but you don't see me running around with a shotgun.

You don't see me screaming and swinging a knife around losing my Shit do ya ?!

. . .

I don't think it's a responsibility thing at this point for women I think they really need some effing medicine and I don't mean the stuff on Rockefeller 🖕🏻

I don't I don't mean that evil poison called medicine now that that's I got some seriously wicked stuff to say poisonous medicine and then it wants someone die and you reptilians are a really really sick people I get really tired of being on this planet I really wish the great alien and just left me alone just be around I really do I wish they just let me sleep I wish I just I wish something someone somewhere 30 years ago just killed the Grey aliens just killed them all so I can just be in this beer will not have to suffer this Planet, along everybody else.

[deplcythebattery]

Heyyy I'm late but for some Whizz angst: "Whizzer has two sides to him. His real self- you know, the one with actual emotions. The fun dad, the baseball player, the lover. Only Dad and I see him this way. Then, he has the side that everyone else knows. Arrogant, sarcastic, dry, and kind of the worst. (PART 1)

(PART 2) Whenever Mom and Parental Figure come over, he always turns back to this charade. No wonder everyone hates him. Everybody except for me, Dad, and the GF’s. (Guardian Friends/Girlfriends) I think it’s time for that to change.“ -Jason, the Smartest Kid on the Block. Hope this sounds cool!!!

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Ahhhh absolutely!!! You’re not late at all I’m happy to write this little thing for you! Just a moment, my friend

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Whizzer. The tall and handsome stranger you immediately fall in love with, thanks to that cocky half a smile on his face. That’s how Marvin always described Whizzer to his son, Jason. Even before Jason met this Whizzer, he already knew that Marvin - Dad - was completely in love. But there was something about Whizzer that bothered the kid. It wasn’t the style and the expensive clothes or that he was younger than Dad. It wasn’t the fact that he played baseball better than anyone else in the family and was the only one able to help Jason with it.

It was the charade Whizzer always put on whenever it wasn’t just Jason, him and Dad.

That’s what bothered Jason. For the first few years, he couldn’t really understand what was going on, why Whizzer changed so drastically whenever Mom and Mendel were in the same room with them. It annoyed the kid and Jason thought it would pass: everyone always told him that his own acting up was just a phase. Maybe this arrogance that Whizzer gathered whenever others came around was also a phase. At least Jason hoped so.

When nothing changed and even Marvin was starting to get sick of the act Whizzer put up - the one Marvin had fallen in love with in the first place - Jason couldn’t look past it any longer. He saw that Whizzer’s arrogant and selfish charade was weighing on Dad, making him anxious. That’s when Jason couldn’t take it any longer and he had to say something.

”Dad…” Jason started one day as the two of them walked home from school. Dad had come pick him up, Whizzer was busy doing something else. “Yeah, kid? What is it?” Marvin replied, though his mind was clearly somewhere else. “I-…” Jason didn’t quite know how to say what he needed to. “Why does Whizzer change when Mom and Mendel come over? Or when the girlfriends bring us food unexpectedly?”

Marvin froze. Then he sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, murmuring ‘oh my god’. Not that he was annoyed with Jason, that wasn’t the case at all - he had been worrying he’d have to explain this to the kid sooner or later. Marvin had just wished it would be later rather than sooner.

”Yknow, Jason, sometimes people… Need to change a little when others come around,” Marvin started with a pained voice. Jason cut him off before he could continue. “Dad, I know, but Whizzer is… Whizzer is awesome when it’s just the three of us. I love him, Dad, he’s fun and caring and kind. Why does he change into an asshole when everyone else is around?” Marvin gasped at Jason using such language, but decided not to scold him this time. Because Jason was right. Whizzer DID turn into an asshole when the rest of the Tight Knit Family showed up.

”Honey, it’s… I don’t think Whizzer even notices that he does,” Marvin tried to make excuses, but Jason wasn’t having it. “I can see that it’s hurting you too. When he’s not himself. I know that you love him, Dad, but really - why do you put up with that? He’s a grown up after all,” the kid spoke softly. He was far too intelligent for his age and Marvin almost smiled. How come this kid was his son, when Jason was as brilliant as they get and Marvin was oh so far from that? But the smile faded as soon as it appeared, replaced by the same tired look Marvin always wore.

Jason kept his eyes on Dad, watching him closely. “I’ll talk to him once we get home, kid,” Marvin finally said after a long while of thinking. Jason nodded, turned his head away and walked with his father in silence for the rest of the way.

Once they got to Marvin and Whizzer’s home, Jason immediately headed for his room. He pretended to close the door, but really left it open by just a crack: he wanted to hear what Marvin was saying to Whizzer.

Marvin, trying to buy more time, walked through the kitchen before he headed for the living room where he knew Whizzer would be. He rubbed his neck, trying to figure out how exactly one was supposed to start a conversation like this. “Oh, you’re home!” Whizzer greeted him all smiles, almost jumping up from the couch once he saw Marvin, but the expression on Marvin’s face stopped him.

Whizzer didn’t say anything, just waited for Marvin to start. His beautiful eyes were dark with worry - honestly, Whizzer had no idea what possibly could make Marvin look that exhausted. “Whizzer…” Marvin sighed, stroking the fabric on the couch, staring down. “We really need to talk.”

As soon as Jason heard that, he knew things would go south. Whizzer wasn’t someone who gave up easy and Marvin clearly was going to be blunt. This would be a mess. But then again, Whizzer had to change or Marvin would burn out. And after all, Marvin was Jason’s Dad, so he’d always side with him. Almost always. Most times. This time, for sure.

In the living room, Whizzer had sat up straighter, his fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “Talk about what, Marvin?” The attitude was back, his tone almost accusing. What Marvin didn’t know was that that was Whizzer’s way of protecting himself. To Marvin, it just sounded like arrogance and refusal to take blame. “This, Whizzer. THIS. Your arrogance, the way you’re all cutesy in the house, but as soon as the rest of my family comes, you get all kinds of uncouth,” Marvin stated, gesturing at Whizzer. Whizzer let out a stifled laugh to mask the hurt, but didn’t cut Marvin off, “this has gotta come to a stop, Whizzer. Even Jason is picking up on it. He doesn’t understand why you’re so loving when it’s just the three of us, but turn mean whenever Mendel and Trina, or the girlfriends, appear.”

Whizzer raised his head and stared at Marvin for a moment without saying anything. Marvin stared back at him, eyes tired and pleading for Whizzer to understand. Then he scoffed and stood up. “Hey, I’m not responsible-“ “The hell you aren’t! Whizzer, this is all YOU. Life can be wonderful with you, but I’m so tired of being ashamed of how you behave when others are around. You’re amazing, Whizzer, but I’m tired of making excuses or covering for you.”

Marvin shifted on his feet, shaking his head as he lowered his gaze again. “I can’t let you burn me out, Whizzer. I have to take care of Jason, too. I don’t want to have to babysit you as well.” There was something final in those words and even Whizzer understood it.

”Marvin-“ Whizzer started, but Marvin stopped him before he could continue. “Don’t, Whizzer. Unless you get your attitude in check, this isn’t the place for you anymore. I’m sorry. This-… This… This has gotta come to a stop.”

When Marvin started the conversation, he wasn’t planning on sending Whizzer away. But once Whizzer changed from loving to arrogant again, he just couldn’t take it anymore. It was either an attitude check or the fallout of the family they’d built. And it seemed like Whizzer wasn’t willing to change.

Jason had to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t start sobbing, falling to his knees behind the almost closed bedroom door. This wasn’t what he’d wanted, he just wanted to understand why Whizzer did what he did. But now the second family he’d had known was breaking apart too. Maybe it was his own fault. Maybe Whizzer wasn’t at blame at all.

Whizzer had stared at Marvin for a long time in shocked silence. Then, without a word, he turned around and walked away. He walked to the door, grabbed his leather jacket and stood tall. “‘Kay, Marvin. See you around.”

What Marvin couldn’t see were the masked tears streaking down Whizzer’s face as he walked out the door.