#and so i was like. ok she probably left it somewhere near i'll look later! and i asked a few minutes ago bc i wanted to reapply and my mom

[theghostbunnie]

do u have any headcannons on max's mom

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR QUESTIONS LIKE THESE OMGLMGOMGOMGSCHJHHHHHHHH OK SO

She practically ran away from home and came to the US at 17, Started going by the name Lacy. What her own parents/home life were like, what her name originally was, she was reluctant to speak of and by the time Max was born she just refuses to his face to tell him and gets defensive when asked.

She had a highschool romance but he(Devon) was socially a loser. Lacy so to speak kept it under wraps because of that, to not be seen with him. She genuinely loved him but he didn't work for how she wanted to be perceived. She got pregnant accidentally basically right out of HS and it wasn't what she wanted, atleast not now, but they talked it out and decided they could make it work, and it did for awhile, until it didn't. Where she lived, worked, and was with, was nothing like how she imagined she wanted it to be like.

She left them both and a few years later met a different man, (Arjun) they started dating. (This isn't all going to be about her love life I swear she's got more to her then that I'm just getting backstory out of the way)

Lacy has this problem where she HAS to be needed. Important to people. Revered by a community and a home that's dependent on her to function. Arjun subtly starts picking up she might not be?? A good person?? but HE has this problem where he hates himself, but doesn't want to be ALONE with himself. He has a history of dragging other people down, but this time, he's actually considering just leaving.

Lacy is smart enough to figure that out and [TW, breach of intimate consent] messes with protection to intentionally baby trap him.

After Max is born she wants to name him Maxwell but Arjun wants to name him Makali. Alot of conflict between them is Lacy's internalized racism and she just lets him put that name on the birth certificate to shut him up, and keeps calling him Maxwell.

After Max starts going to camp he decides he's not going to use either and just go by Max.

Lacy works an office job she pours alot of her effort into and has worked herself up to a sales manager position or something similar. Affording them a middle class home rental near/practically In the city era. (Decent size, neighbor's place built in joint. V Small backyard.) She's constantly aiming higher and loves to enjoy upper class luxuries wherever she can. In home decor, fashions, ect. Climbing both the social and finical ladder with almost this desperation but only slow progress.

She's this perfectionist, their small yard has a tiny Rose bush she trims every single thorn off of herself because she loves the look of them but hates getting pricked even if the gloves don't make it hurt. (Probably a metaphor in there somewhere. You decide)

She's incredibly talented in origami and piano, but dropped origami entirely after too many crumbled up or ripped papers.

She put Max through tapdancing, violin, and taught him piano herself. He's not the best in any group and never gets spotlight during any recitals.

Her abuse towards Max- it's /rarely/ ever physical. It's way more mental, and verbal. She convinced him from a very early age he needs her to live. She can leave him but he can't leave her he should be thankful she hasn't. He needs to work harder to not waste how far she's gotten already. He needs to outwardly show people the best version of himself he can even if it's a lie. Ect ect ect. I'll go more in depth on all that if asked.

His father is more complicit in just letting this all happen, it's less than what he went through as a kid and believes sometimes you just get stuck with the short end of the stick. They're still in this codependent relationship. She needs someone reliant on her, despite resenting him for how much so he is. He somewhat hates her as a person now sometimes, but can't stand the thought of not having her company to keep him from being lonely. Arjun neglects Max and enables his mother's abuse by not doing anything, he himself is not a victim of it so he's fully well in a position to help, he just doesn't to not rock the boat. They fight mutually. They're both bad to and for each other.

When Max was younger she gave him Mr HoneyNuts. Despite wanting a girl originally, it didn't matter after he was born, she was incredibly affectionate towards Max a few times he can recall while being that young.

He holds onto Mr.HoneyNuts with the belief subconsciously she still holds that affection towards him. She's just too busy or too stressed to show it as often now.

Lacy with her perfectionist nature and intense goals always in mind, she's this master schemer, always knowing the exact words to say What to do. Yet this explosive anger she actually manages to hide around others. It's where Max gets it from, but Max's version is rough around the edges.

In some AUs she's prepared to mold him for as many years as it takes, in others, she's ready to give up. He's been making scenes, uncooperative, failing academically, not trying at anything.

When her life is heading isn't where she imagined it to be.

She'll leave both of them.

She's smart, can't leave any loose ends to ruin any reputation she tries to build somewhere else, so if it need be she could get rid of Max with no way of him ever finding her.

[floralbfs]

literally if my tears mess up my makeup i will have another thing to cry about im sick of everything

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Surprising' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Surprising"

"Ready for your new job, agent Grigoriev?"

Chapter Summary: Days passed and while having a little fun game of 'Bullshit' with Zasha & Park, Yirina got an idea that could be surprising for them to do...

Link of the Picrew used !

To read it on AO3, click here!

Words : +3600

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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July 2nd, I was now well used to go work at Century House, fill up some paperwork, talk with some people, be with Park & Zasha, coming back to the apartment to have a good diner, maybe watching TV or playing a 'Bullshit' game before going to sleep, that was now my daily basis since we returned from Verdansk but today was a different day from the other ones. Today, it was the first time that I, Park & Zasha were authorized to not go to work, allowing a day of taking a break peacefully in the apartment.

There was still that problem with the arrival of Lukas Ritter and that mysterious I.B in London. I, Park the MI5 & Zasha's team were on it for days but we didn't succeed to catch anything to know about both of them. It was sure nonetheless that we were going to put aware of anything new in the case by the MI5 or the rest of Zasha's team that was working at Century House for us and now, the three of us were in the living room, not watching TV but...rather playing a 'Bullshit' game as friends...

"Come on, how the fuck did you get 2 queens, Yiri?" Park cursed at me after I put in the middle of the table two queens on the pack of cards.

"Hey, it's not me that said 'Bullshit'!" I smirked at her, giving eyes to the pack of cards as a means for her to take the pack in her hands. "So now, you take the pack or I'll have to do something very bad," I warned her, a smile on the part of my face...a naughty thought in my head.

"You're not funny, love," She sighed, taking the pack of cards in her hands even if I was feeling in her voice that she wasn't meaning it. "Did you two ally against me?"

"Why I will do that?" Zasha fainted to be offended by Park's words, their little pack in their hands. "I literally beat you two together two nights ago along with my Yiri so I didn't ally with her, Park," They added, making a little laugh by looking at the two of us. "So, are you going to make a team against me or we're continuing to play?"

"An alliance is probably good," I muttered, winking at Park and by the second I said that Park immediately moved to get next to me with her big pack of cards. "Wait, that was a joke..."

"Not for me," Park smiled at me, now finding myself to work with her and her big pack of cards along with mine that was like between big & small. "If we work together, I promise big things with you, only the two of us," She whispered in my left ear, using a pretty seductive voice

"Ok, I'm teaming up with Park," I exclaimed to Zasha, joining my pack with Park's one almost enthusiastic about Park's...proposal to me. "Now, let's the fun begin: four kings," I started, looking at the united cards.

"Pfff...bullshit." Zasha chuckled, thinking that I was joking before I start to put down the first king card.

"One king," I said, not removing my eyes from Zasha to see their reaction as I was putting the card down.

"Two kings," Park continued, taking the second card on the table.

"Three kings," I put down the third one before I start to see a small drop of water on Zasha's forehead, making me laugh "And four kings!" I announced, putting the last king card we had in the united pack.

"Ah, come on, that ain't right!" Zasha protested, resisting the urges of throwing their cards on the table, half-upset to us. "That isn't fair at all, you teamed up," They complained.

"Yes, but you didn't say anything to us about it," Park raised her shoulders to them, slowly moving her hands towards the four kings' cards on the table to give them. "So, we had the right to do it,"

"It's the first time you beat me but you two had to team up," Zasha rolled their eyes around the room, their face directly telling that our alliance was...how can I say?...not obligated to do to beat them. "You two...next time, beat me by not allying with each other,"

"At least, we showed that you weren't invincible to 'Bullshit'," I stated as they were always winning with Portnova at their side while I & Park were the ones always losing, now having changed the things and having won. "There's a beginning to everything, Zed," I added.

"Maybe but your victory isn't a fair one," They continued to not accepting our victory against them, nonetheless taking the kings' cards in their hands. "You two...well, I'm probably sure you two want coffee for your victory,"

"Why not?" I suggested, looking at Park who nodded to me. "I'm for it and I'm sure that you're going to have one for you too,"

"You're goddamn right," They grinned at me, putting their pack of cards upside down on the table to get up to walk to the kitchen, leaving me & Park on the couch.

"At least, we managed to trick them," Park muttered, her right arm going around my shoulder. "As I promised, me & you are going to do some big things alone," She affirmed, her left arm now above my chest.

"I'm curious about what we will do," I breathed, my hands going on her left arm, a smile on my face. "I just think that we should do that away, you know, maybe a little travel somewhere," I suggested to her.

"And where do you want to go exactly?" She asked me curiously.

"I don't know, we can talk about it later," I said as her question was a bit hard to respond to despite the easiness of it. "Now, we had to beat Zasha on our own," I told her.

"Yeap, you have to..." I heard Zasha's voice coming back to us, three cups in their hands, me moving to grab the two they were having in their left hand. "And if you don't, I will certainly have to teach you the game perfectly," They continued, sitting back on their seat.

"We'll see about it now," I snorted before taking a sip of my cup, and then, suddenly, it was like I had an idea in my head. "Wait, I think that we can do something else,"

"What? You fear to let me win again?" Zasha bragged, drinking their coffee.

"No, why don't we go pay a visit to Portnova at the university?" I proposed to both as she was the only one that was at work today, "It's surely going to surprise her, I never got the chance to see her as a teacher,"

"Why not? I want to see that too," Park agreed to my idea as Zasha was surprised to hear that from us.

"Well, that's a great idea from you and since it's been you came back that I didn't have the chance to visit her at work so yeah, I'm in," They also agreed to my idea as I & Park got up from the couch, our cup in hands, finishing them quickly. "Prepare yourselves, I'll be leading the way,"

"Of course," Park smiled at them, putting her cup down on the table.

"Yeap," I did the same thing as her before I moved away to grab mine & Park's jacket on the coat hanger. "Time for us to go back to university," I joked while I was putting on my jacket after giving Park hers.

Once we were done preparing ourselves and waiting for Zasha to do the same as they were still wearing their pyjamas at the beginning of the afternoon, having to dress back in casual clothes, we left the apartment, not forgetting to take some things for our visit to Portnova, including papers & pens to write as I also thought that it was a good idea to attend one of Portnova's lecture class this afternoon, talking about maths.

Instead of walking through a large part of London to reach the university, we decided to use the imperial buses to get to it, discovering for the first time those buses from the inside that were like usual ones...but with more seats & a roof for passengers. However, we stayed in the comfort of inside the bus we took, letting Park & Zasha sit on free seats while I stayed up as the bus was almost full of people.

It took us ten minutes to arrive at the university by bus, also discovering the place for the first time as I never got the chance to visit this part of London but thanks to Zasha and a bit Park, I managed to spot my way in, Zasha leading the way to get us to the room she was going to make her lecture soon, having arrived in time to not miss it entirely.

"You're sure it's here?" I asked Zasha as we arrived near one of the doors they stopped nearby.

"Of course, Portnova is always making her lectures in here and as you know well, I already know the place," They admitted before they opened the door for me & Park. "Come on, students, time to learn," They scoffed, gesturing to us to enter the room that was looking like an auditorium with almost a hundred real students already in.

"Shit, it's a lot," I commented, discovering the number of people in here as I wasn't so feeling good to be around a lot of people in a small place.

"Grigoriev? Park? Zed?" I was surprised when I heard Portnova's voice near me, looking in her direction to see her coming from the main desk. "But what are you doing here?" She asked us.

"We wanted to surprise you, Yiri," Zasha replied, a grin on their face at seeing Portnova dressed like a teacher, she was looking perfect in that uniform. "It's been a long time that I didn't came and we all wanted to 'attend' one of your classes if possible,"

"Yeah, we wanted to know but if you think it's too stressful for you, we can stay outside until you're finished," Park suggested, telling one of her fears about the surprise. "It was just our curiosity that wanted to know how you were as a teacher," She added, looking at me as the one who got the idea about it.

"Well, that doesn't disturb me at all," Portnova reassured us, making the three of us relieved. "I see that you didn't come with your hands empty," She remarked, seeing the things we got in hands, paper & pens.

"We preferred to really attend than just look at you making your work so we bring paper," Zasha explained to her, seeing them wink at her.

"Good, go install yourselves somewhere, I'm going to start soon," She ordered to us, gesturing towards the remaining seats for us "Be advised: I will check your work once I'm done," She smirked at us, using a half-serious voice before she starts to walk back to her desk.

"We should sit at the end of the class, having a better view and of course, not wanting to stress too much Portnova," I suggested to the two as I think that I never wanted to be in front of everyone in the room, having a hundred eyes in my back isn't something I like.

"And by luck, we got seats for us," Park whispered, pointing towards the free seats at the end of the class, just located on the side of the main doors before she moved to get to them, following her quickly before we could sit perfectly on them.

"Back to university..." I thought to myself like that, thinking about my recovered memories but I never had one of me attending a class or something. "It's still weird to be acting like students for me," I spoke to Park as she was sitting near me in the middle, Zasha against the wall.

"Not for me, makes me remember when I studied international relations in Oxford," She said with a smile, putting her paper on the table with her pen before crossing her arms. "A good period for me,"

"You studied at Oxford before?" Zasha demanded to her, removing themselves from the wall, sounding curious in their voice.

"Yeap, I started to study in Oxford two months after I turned 18 years old," She responded, looking at them.

"Mmhm..mmhm," We all heard a microphone and Portnova's voice through it, probably the way to get her voice listened from everyone and that did get our attention. "Hello, everyone, it's time for us to continue from the last class," She started, prompting me, Park & Zasha to make us ready.

At this moment, it was time for us to become for almost 2 hours, maths students, listening to Portnova's lesson and making sure to note everything while she was asked questions by some curious students. Zasha said to us discreetly that they thought at first that they were asking 'stupid questions' until Portnova make them realize that they weren't stupid at all, giving a lot of arguments and causing Zasha to stop thinking about it as 'stupid'...just curiosity.

There was something that I didn't think at first about a lecture, it's that we really need to write faster as Portnova was not stopping at any moments in her lesson, thinking at first that my pen was going to give me up before the end of the 2 hours but hopefully after one hour of lesson, Portnova allowed everyone to take a break for 5 minutes before she could restart her lesson again, giving me a time to breathe.

"That's looking very interesting," I said, looking down at what I wrote on my own piece of paper.

"I second this, she's really a good teacher and we did only one hour," Park commented, agreeing about my statement before she got up from her seat. "I'm going to talk with her until she restarts, you're both coming?" She asked.

"Of course," Zasha replied directly.

"I'm going to take a breath in the hallway for a second, I'll be coming back shortly," I responded for me as even if the class was nice, it was like feeling too hot in here, the windows of the auditorium not even opened to let some fresh air coming in.

"Okay, we'll stay with Portnova if you search for us," Park reassured me as I got up from my seat along with Zasha before we start to walk down the stairs, parting ways with the two to get outside the big room to take a breath. I was only out for a few seconds that I was intentionally pushed over by a man dressed in a black hoodie in front of me.

"Hey, watch where you're going, redhead!" The man warned me, not taking the blame at all but suddenly, I saw something that almost freezes my blood: the man was wearing a small Perseus necklace above his hoodie.

"I'm sorry, sir," I apologized, not really myself in my voice until he walked away from me...entering the room I just left...the room where Portnova was teaching. "Fuck..." I whispered, realizing the whole situation: a Perseus agent was here. "Damnit," I said before I start to walk back into the class, seeing the man sitting on an empty seat in one of the first ranks.

"Already finished?" Zasha demanded to me as I was getting near them, Park & Portnova speaking.

"No, we have a problem," I revealed to them, moving to get closer to them. "There's a Perseus agent in the class,"

"What?" The trio whispered in shock to me, thinking that I was joking at first until I shook my head.

"You saw a guy dressed in a hoodie coming in..." I whispered, Portnova nodding to me discreetly. "He has a Perseus necklace with him and...shit, I think that he's after you, Portnova," I suggested as the man from Perseus didn't seem to recognize me despite my old status in the collective.

"Shit, that's means that Perseus knows that I'm alive," Portnova mumbled, seeing her eyes looking around before stopping in the direction the Perseus agent was. "What do you propose?" She asked me.

"Tell your students that you are needed for a few minutes and when you left, go to the bathroom, it's sure that the agent will follow you." I proposed, putting my arm for a second on her desk. "I'll be following him from up close while Park & Zasha follow me, we're going to trap him," I added and the trio nodded to me.

"Good, I'll tell them," Portnova approved, gesturing to go back to our seats, walking upstairs to reach them. "Excuse me everyone but I'm needed for a few minutes by a colleague, I'll be back shortly!" Portnova announced through her microphone to the students, putting silence in the room before she starts to walk away from her desk to leave it.

"Shit, the agent is following here," Zasha spoke up as we saw the Perseus agent leaving his seat too to walk away.

"I'm tailing him, stay near me," I took a deep breath before I do the same as the Perseus agent, going back downstairs to left the room too, knowing that Park & Zasha was nearby.

As I left the room, I saw the Perseus agent following Portnova from up close, her taking the right direction as I was walking to them, hoping to catch him quickly before he could put his hands on her and suddenly, I looked at Portnova who entered a room, probably the bathroom and as I predicted, that man was still behind her, entering the bathroom too before I start to run towards the door of it to get my hands on it.

"Shit..." I muttered as I start to hear some weird noises inside, causing me to open the door in a fast move, and then, I could discover the man that was going to take a pistol out of his jacket.

I moved quickly to grab the pistol out of his hands, throwing myself in him to make sure that no gunshot was going to happen in that place and by the noises, Portnova who was faking to look herself in the mirrors turned around to help me take out that agent but as I was falling down with him, he managed to push me over with his feet, landing with my back on the wall almost hardly.

"Fucking amateurs..." The man scoffed as he was struggling with Portnova for the gun until he headbutts her violently, removing her from the top of him, allowing him to get up, and then, I stretched my neck and arms to fight with that. "Here you are, redhead!" He told me before I start to give him punch and strike towards him, trying to find a way to make my attacks perfect, him managing to block a part of my punches to him.

After a few seconds of trying to punch him in his chest with my fists, I decided to change my methods, going to knee kick him in his waist, receiving some punches on my face, starting to feel the small taste of blood in my mouth but after a few strikes in the chest, I grabbed him by the collar, putting him against the window of the bathroom but as I was going to have knocked out by looking by his face, I was unfortunately distracted by the sound of a door.

Turning my head around was a bad mistake as he strikes me right in the guts and headbutts me too, making me fall on the ground as he opened the window of the bathroom, his pistol still on the ground as I was seeing briefly Park & Zasha coming in to check on us and help us but it was looking too late.

"You have the regards of Bellamy Petrov!" The man saluted us, using a joking tone before he jumped off through the opened window, out of sight of me as Park runs to catch him to the window.

"Shit, he's got away!" She said after checking for a few seconds through the window, seeming too late to stop this 'Bellamy'. "Yiri, you're alright?" She turned around to help me got up.

"I'm bleeding, I think," I replied after she helped me back on my feet, looking myself in the mirror to see some blood coming out of my nose, still feeling that taste in my mouth. "Fuck, now, Perseus knows that Portnova faked her death," I told, looking back at Portnova who was helped by Zasha back on her feet.

"How they could have known?" Zasha asked after they helped Portnova that was still holding her head, hurt.

"Perseus must have either agents in the MI6 or he's having agents everywhere, every time," Park responded with her hands on her waist. "We got the luck to come here, we avoided an assassination for sure,"

"Yeah but now, things are surely going to change," I commented about the situation. "If Perseus tried this today, that's meaning that Ritter & that I.B is coming soon for their job," I added, thinking that it was the only thing to link to that attempt. "Portnova, how do you feel?" I demanded to her.

"I'm fine, that guy is a brute with his punch & his head," She replied, holding her forehead as Zasha was staying near her, looking by her state.

"I think that we should get out of here, Portnova, you need to come with us," Park ordered in a clear voice, staying near me too, me holding my nose to stop the blood to come out and Portnova nodded, understanding the situation we were now facing...

"It seems that Perseus is taking his actions to a new level and I don't like it!"

[hello-mojo]

[Ok so the following is a story, (Rise Above This was was a working title) I was working on this completely on my own and I was quite excited about it. I actually had tried to plot out the progression and main plot points, and a few other notes for things I needed to look up and research to mesh the timelines a bit better. I hadn't gotten around to it though and now... well I don't know if I'll ever bring myself to write fanfiction anymore. I loved this story premise though and had such Hope's for it... ah well. The first chapter was completed but there was supposed to be so much more.. Frances having accidental magic and then getting sick and Healer Harry to save her... ah well. If you like the fic let me know, if you want to adopt it, comment.

Oh one other thing... not all the songs are actually nirvana songs, there's a pearl jam song used too but I was looking for songs in the right genre that seemed to work for the plot. It's all fair in fanfic right?

Anyhooty... I doubt I'll post the stories that were completed on my main profile as I orphaned them and they can still be viewedon archive just look up my old. Penname CagedNTorn.

For unfinished stuff I had oh let's see... 3 different charlie/Draco fics I was working on, one that was all but complete... I had a draco/spike crossover fic, plus there was the sailormooon/Harry Potter crossover... that was actually a Drarry fic too, there were a bunch of things that I'll likely never finish. So I'll post them by and by.

Do let me know if there's a better place to post the plot bunnies that are up for grabs.

Now I've blathered enough so here's the first chapter of Rise that can be adopted if someone is interested in finishing it.]

Rise Above This

Draco was backstage at the place he was playing that night.  He sat tuning his guitar wearing ripped jeans and a white long sleeve thermal t-shirt with thumb holes burnt in and also a mohair sweater he was particularly comfortable in.   Western Washington state was wet and cold pretty much all the time.  

This didn't really bother the English man though as England had similar weather.   He'd grown his hair out and had it cut shaggy and it hung in his eyes perpetually now but he didn't care.  It drove his mother nuts whenever she came to visit.  

Narcissa still hadn't quite gotten the hang of blending in with muggles but she was getting better.   She was sitting nearby chattering about her trip to France.   She was wearing faded bluejeans and a fitted corset top that she'd bought in paris.  She also had a posh cashmere sweater on where most of the kids were wearing flannel and converse sneakers, just like Draco. 

She had her long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail.   Draco smiled at her as she nattered-on about wines and the latest runway fashions.  At least he still had her.  Pansy was floating around somewhere too, probably flirting with someone.   

"I just don't understand why you have to look so scruffy though darling.   You have such a lovely face!  Can't you at least comb your hair back?"  Narcissa was saying.   Draco rolled his eyes at her but gave her a shit-eating grin.  

"Because I like looking scruffy.  It pisses off the establishment.  Even if it didn't, I'd still do it.  Hiding myself away is comfortable."  Draco said, handing his guitar to a stagehand.  

"Besides, this grungy war refugee look suits him.  He's ridiculously hot."  Pansy stated with a grin as she sidled up to accompany Narcissa out front to watch the show.  Draco could already hear the crowd cheering as the lights went down.  Draco and the 2 other blokes, 1 squib and one muggleborn, all cast outs of the wizarding world lined up off stage.   They formed a circle and everyone put a hand in and they shook them, clapped and cried out their chant.    

"Music and ass, gas or grass.  We're here for a good time, not here for a long time.   Lets do this!"  Draco led the chant the guys all cheered and then took the stage.  Dave went first and started a drum beat, Krist was next and began the base-line.  Then Draco, carrying his electric guitar, went to the mic.  He never looked at the audience.   He wasn't here for them,  not really.  He was here for himself.   Because he had something to say.  Even if no one really understood him or interpreted his messages clearly.  

"Come as you are, as you were

As I want you to be

As a friend, as a friend

As an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up

Choice is yours, don't be late

Take a rest as a friend

As an old memoria."   

He strummed the chords and sang the song not really looking at anyone.  He was trying quite unsuccessfully not to think about a certain messy haired brunette.   

After the war he'd had every single door slammed in his face.  Even the most menial of jobs wouldn't hire him.  Potter had kept his word and put in a good word for him and his mother but the blonde on stage really didn't know why he'd bothered.   No one in the Wizarding world wanted him or any other Slytherin around.   Dave was a muggleborn Slytherin in the year below Draco and had also been chased out.  

"Take your time, hurry up

Choice is yours, don't be late

Take a rest as a friend

As an old memory."  

It was hard not to think of Potter when he sang this song because it was about him, at least mostly.  There was always a thinly veiled anti establishment opinion mixed in. The fans loved it though and he didn't really mind.  It’s not like Harry would ever show up and hear it.  He was too busy still saving the world,  having babies and whatever else it was that heros did.  Not Draco.  His long shaggy hair hung in his face as he sang the chorus, and shook his head.  Just one word.  Memory.   His best and worst thing.  His respite and the source of his nightmares.  

He finished off the song and they hit a heavy chord progression into the next song.  

"Load up on guns, bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's over bored and self assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word"  

The kids surged forward jumping up and down and shaking their heads as they raised their fists in the air and sang along.  

Draco had worked with Dave to put his thoughts on the war into muggle terms.  He thought they'd done pretty good honestly.  Even if they hadn't,  the teenagers in Seattle and California couldn't get enough.   He screamed the chorus and the kids screamed it with him.  

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My libido

Yeah, hey, yay"  

Five years ago Draco had left the wizarding world and his mother behind.  Narcissa was more than able to take care of herself.   Draco wasn't concerned about her in that respect.   His father had been a lot of things but stupid had never been one of them.  Misguided certainly,  but not stupid.   

Luscious had moved money around in various accounts all over the world.  He'd taken Draco with him on nearly all of his business trips.  Draco had had many private tutors growing up and could speak French, English, Russian and German fluently.  He could read in several languages.  His father had insisted.  Draco learned to balance a ledger when most kids were learning to ride a bicycle.   

When the ministry had seized their accounts in Gringotts,  they hadn't even seized a tenth of the true fortune.   Draco hadn't needed to work.  He'd wanted to.  However no one would let him.  So he'd packed a duffle bag of casual clothes,  taken his muggle id and cards and left for America.  He'd covered his accent fairly well he thought, and if he came off sounding like a stoned southerner at times… no one pointed it out.  

He met Dave hanging around kings cross station panhandling.   The two 18 year olds decided to strike out together.   Draco and Dave were sitting together at some boardwalk in Seattle, Washington when Draco flipped his skateboard and saw a kid playing guitar near-by.   He'd been hooked from the first chord.  He'd bought them instruments and they taught themselves to play.  

"I think you'll all know this next one."  

Draco hit the distinctive chords and the kids in the audience squealed with delight.  This was more personal,  more singing than the growly screaming.   More about his feelings than anything else.   He hid in his hair not seeing anyone.   In his mind he tried to be back in that skatepark with scraped knees, just him and Dave.  

"What else should I be?

All apologies

What else should I say?

Everyone is gay

What else should I write?

I don't have the right

What else should I be?

All apologies."

He sang the words not looking at his mother, not caring about her reaction to that statement.   He'd forgotten she hadn’t heard this particular song before.   Well she had to find out sooner or later he supposed.   

"I wish I was like you

Easily amused

Find my nest of salt

Everything is my fault

I'll take all the blame

Aqua seafoam shame

Sunburn, freezer burn

Choking on the ashes of her enemy."  

Draco finished the song and the kids were crying out various songs they wanted to hear while cheering and clapping.  Draco loved it.  He lived for it.  They only had one more song to play.  It would end the show on a high note before the next band took the stage.  The next song he was about to play was about a lot of things.  Various parts of the war, Tom Riddles beginnings, the discrimination in the Wizarding world,  his own parents a bit.   In hindsight, Draco realized that he likely should have adjusted the set list a bit when he'd found out his mother was coming to the show.  'Too late to do anything about it now.' He thought to himself.   Maybe they'd finally have a real conversation for a change.  He set his guitar in a stand nearby and took a deep breath.  

"At home

Drawing pictures

Of mountain tops

With him on top

Lemon yellow sun

Arms raised in a V

And the dead lay in pools of maroon below."  

He shook his head, hiding in his hair and not seeing anyone.   Only Dave and Krist, only his guitar.   The kids screamed and jumped and sang along.  Draco thrashed around stage with them, just the microphone cord wrapped around his hand.  

"Daddy didn't give attention

Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care

King Tommy the Wicked

Ruled his world

Tommy spoke in class today

Tommy spoke in class today" 

The guys backed him up intermittently on the chorus and the base thumped throughout the song, a steady heartbeat.  Draco couldn’t let himself worry about hurting his mother's feelings.   He sang what he needed to say.  He knew nothing was ever simple.  There were at least two sides to every story and a variety of contributing factors.   

"Clearly I remember

Pickin' on the boy

Seemed a harmless little fuck

But we unleashed a snake

Gnashed his teeth

And bit the recess lady's breast."

Draco knew the words painted a vivid picture.   He didn't care.   Maybe people would learn that bullying others for shit beyond their control was stupid and had far reaching consequences.   There were certainly a few chapters in his story that he'd like to rewrite.   

"How could I forget

And he hit me with a surprise left

My jaw left hurting

Dropped wide open

Just like the day

Oh, like the day I heard."  

There was no possible way he could make up for some of the shit he'd done.  He knew that.  He tried to just pass on the lessons.  Hoping that if he could even reach just one person,  it'd be worth it.  Exile in the muggle world.  They weren't so bad really.   Their fashions were quite fun, and much more functional than robes.  He missed making potions, doing magic.  It was a particular skill set that he was good at.  There was no place in the muggle world for magic.  He had to be even more careful now that they were getting really famous.   People were always watching him.  Hiding in the bushes, trying to sneak into his hotel room, everyone wanted pictures of him to sell to the press.  He couldn't risk anyone seeing him perform magic.  He did little things like casting stasis charms or heating up a hot beverage,  or casting a cooling charm on himself and the guy's.  He knew his mind was spiraling away from the uncomfortable conversation with his mother that he was anticipating after this.  

"Daddy didn't give affection, no!

And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear

King Tommy The Wicked

Ruled his world

Try to erase this (try to erase this)

From the blackboard." 

He knew his parents had loved him.  They had been very cold, and reserved in all things though.  His mother could be formidable when she wanted to be and his father was doting yet terrifying.   That was something about Tom Riddle's life that Draco had been able to understand.   Feeling alone, as if no one cared, no one understood you.  He knew how cruel kids could be,  because he had been the one leading the mockery in his day.  

He'd never once thought about what it might feel like on the other side of it.  Until he'd been on the receiving end of such mockery, ridicule and unfairness did he begin to re-think his actions as a snotty young man.  The crowd was going wild.  

Draco stood as the lights came up and he bowed with the guys.  They all smiled and waved to their fans.   Off stage, he saw his mother standing with Pansy.  Narcissa looked a mixture of hurt, worried and angry.  A reporter from MTV was there, shoving a microphone in his face.  Draco smiled his small smile,  just a turning up of the corners of his mouth really.   He answered all of the questions asked in a rare and rather lengthy interview,  glad for the temporary reprieve from his mother for the moment.   

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar set of green eyes and messy black hair, accompanied by none other than Hermione Granger and a regular. Analese Taylor was no stranger to Draco. She had been a fan since the band's boardwalk skate park days. Now that they were famous, she was their number one fan. The way Granger was clutching her arms, the strong resemblance between the two women, Draco could slap himself for not realizing what was so familiar about the girl. She had to be related to Granger, no other explanation.

Before he could really panic about the three familiar faces another familiar set of arms was thrown around his knees and a very delighted

"Daddy!" Rang through the room as his daughter Frances threw her arms around him. Draco glanced around for his soon to be ex wife. He spotted her nearby with arms crossed, looking furious. He sighed deeply as he scooped his daughter into his arms. The child was his whole world outside of his music. Draco glanced back towards Potter and Granger as his wife stormed over as the press and other onlookers were cleared out by Pansy.

[modesty-delacroix]

When he helps you with something #15

Satan

Satan's POV:

I just finished a job in the Royal library and was walking out when my D.D.D. started to ring.

Satan: Huh?

I took it from my jeans' pocket and picked up, not looking at the ID of the caller.

Satan: Hello?

?? : Sa- *pant* Satan! Are you perhaps *pant* done with *glup** pant* your job?

Satan: Eh? MC?

MC: Ha-Hai!

Satan: Yes. Just left the library. Are you Ok, is everything alright? You sound like you're running?

MC: Y-yes.*wheeze* I'm ok! *panting* Just adrenaline rush!*More panting* Meet me in front of "Hocus Pocus" ASAP! *hangs up*

The fact that MC was panting, said adrenaline rush, that she was running, and ASAP, didn't lead me to think she is ok. I started running towards the shop so I can meet with her and see what's happening. I didn't want to think if something bad happened to her. I saw "Hocus Pocus" But I didn't saw her anywhere. I stopped in front of the shop to take my breath, but right then, I saw her running on the verge of passing out clutching her sweater and a lower demon chasing her. She tripped so I lunged forward to catch her in my arms and sent the demon a death glare enough to make them run to their mother.

Satan: MC? MC?!

MC: th-thanks.

She tried to stand up but her legs wobbled so I put her to sit on the near bench. She started to collect her breath but I noticed she still hugged her sweater and there was a little bump.

Satan: Explain, what happened?

MC: Well I was supposed to go shopping with Asmo, since I wanted new pair of shoes, but somewhere in the crowd I lost him. I tried to search for him but, when I looked at the street I saw this little guy-*shows a kitten hidden in her sweater*- about to get smashed buy a car so, I rushed and signaled the car to stop as I grabbed it. The car stopped on literally centimeters from me. When I was about to go away, the driver got out of the car and started yelling at me, for making him stop, since he was in a hurry, and now he was late, so he started chasing me. That's till I called you and you scared him away.

For a moment I was about to scold her but seeing the kitten and that the driver had overreacted, plus that the kitten couldn't see the danger since it was not even a full week of age. This probably meant that its mother had died, too.

MC: Can you help me take care of it?

Satan: However I much hate to say it, Lucifer won't allow it.

I couldn't resist this adorableness so I agreed.

MC: Please~! I'll take responsibility if he finds out! *she and the kitten give him THE EYES*

Satan: Fine... But then we should buy it some things of importance.

MC: I know, we need cat toilet, syringes, bowls for food and water, bed, collar and shampoo.

Satan: Where the syringes came from?

MC: I thought you would know, since the kitten is still a baby, it can't eat on his own, that's why we will feed him through syringes.

Satan: That's true. We better, then, get going to buy them, if you are feeling better, that is.

MC: Yes, I am. Let's go then!

She gently hugged the kitten to her chest as she stood up from the bench and petted its head, it was really adorable. Then we headed of through the shops to buy the need attributes.

<Time skip>

We bought everything we needed and headed towards the House of Lamentation.

Satan: How are gonna hide the kitten from Lucifer?

MC: I was thinking if we made it a hut in between your books so when Lucifer is there he won't be able to find it? If possible we can put small sound blocking spell so we are sure he won't hear of the kitty is a bit loud.

Satan: Sounds, possible but we will need to reorganize my books and this will take some time.

MC: I think we will manage. Another plus is that I heard, Lord Diavolo gave Lucifer bunch of paperwork so Lucifer will be busy in his study till late.

We carried on a conversation till we arrived in front of our house. We quietly made it to my room, then she left so she can take one of the small and empty laundry baskets, two bottles of warm water and small blanket so, we warm up the cat. A bit later we fed it and washed it in my bathroom. We carefully dried it and put it to sleep.

MC: Satan, can I stay her for the night? I want to look after the kitten. Which reminds me we haven't named it, yet.

Satan: Don't worry I'll look after it, you take some sleep. And we will think of a name later.

MC: Nu-uh! You should sleep, I'll look after it!

I sighed.

Satan: First change in your nightwear, then we will talk ok?

She nodded and left the room. While she was gone, I took a shower and got in my pajamas as well. When I went back in my room, I saw she was already there.

MC: Pfft...*giggles* Oh goodness! Hahahaha!

Satan: What?

MC: The towel on your- hahaha- it looks like you have put some cheap wig on! Hahahaha! Come here.

She went closer to me, rose on her toes and stared drying my hair with the towel.

MC: And~ done!

Satan: Thank, MC. But now my hair is messy.

MC: Not much different from your normal hairstyle, haha.

Satan: Oi!

MC: Pfft- Hahahahaha!

Satan: *blushing* Don't laugh or I'll-

The kitten: Nya~

We both turned to it. And both started laughing. MC took the the kitten out of the basket and snuggled it to her.

MC: How about if it a boy name it Satan, since you love cats?

I blushed, a lot, but then smirked.

Satan: Ok, but only if you accept, that if it a girl to be named MC!

MC: Wh-wh-wha?! N-n-n-no! It wouldn't suit it. How about we both meet in the middle, something we both like? M-m-maybe, if it's a girl, Lilith?

She was beet red and stuttering mess.

Satan: Sounds good, but if it's a boy?

MC: Maybe, Adler? Wasn't he the lead character and inspector from one of your favorite criminal novels "The mid-fall murders"?

Satan: You... you remembered that?

I was surprised how she remembered this, it was several months ago, when we went in the human world. In a way, it made me feel warm on the inside.

MC: *hums yes*. Even though you were in your brother's body, I still could see the excitement in your eyes, when talking about it. So I guess, it took my attention a bit and I remembered it.

I was speechless and fascinated by her. I know we already are a couple but, she never ceases to amaze me and make fall for her over and over again. I ran a hand through my blond locks and looked at her she was petting the kitten as if she was caress her child. 'Maybe one day... '

Satan: So, is it Lilith or is it Adler?

She carefully looked and turned to me.

MC: It's Adler!

I smiled at her excitement and gently took the kitten from her petting it too. He was purring loudly and I couldn't help but smile genuinely.

Satan: MC, you should go you sleep. It late?

MC: No, I will look after the kitty. You should sleep.

Satan: We have led this conversation already, MC. *grabs her by the waist over the bed* Come here, let's both sleep and if something happens we both will know ok?

I laid down on my bed, spooning MC, and laid Adler in front of her. As I snuggled into my girlfriend the kitten, somehow, came over to us too and curled up next to MC. I'm glad I accepted to help MC with the cat. I'm sure that it will help is get more deep and meaningful relationship. And who knows, might help us prepare a bit, for the day we might have kids.

Bonus:

MC's POV:

In the morning I woke up and saw Adler snuggling at my boyfriend. 'Adorable~!'. I took a picture of them and made it my home screen.

MC: Awwwwww~!

The END!

Left boys for the scenario:

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Asmodeus (not for long)

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Solomon

Simeon

Luke (only as a friend)

[greatsweet98]

Ajimli On the Run (Part 2)

[10:30PM, at their classroom of Arcadia Oaks High]

Aja & Jim read the message written in the first page of the 50-blank-page-book (supposingly it's 49-blank-page-book) Jim found on Eli's seat.

Jim: It says....

Jim: What? I can also use this book as a "note" book.

Aja: Probably, just in case we can have all the clues hidden here in the place. Do you have a writing instrument with you?

Jim: Um...I don't know.

Apparently, he has his backpack under the seat he's sitting and sleeping at earlier.

1st 2nd 3rd 4th

--- --- --- --- 1st (front)

--- --- xxx --- 2nd

--- --- --- --- 3rd

--- --- --- --- 4th (back)

After a few seconds of sightness of him to his backpack under his seat, he finally notices it.

Jim: Wait, (goes to his seat to grab his backpack under it) I don't remember bringing it here or holding it on my back. How did it get here?

Aja: I don't know. Probably you already forgot that you brought your backpack here or someone gave it you before this happens when we woke up.

Jim: Nevermind, we'll just have to keep going.

Aja: *🤔* Hmmmm...the only way to get out is to find a picture of a groom?

Eli: *tries to get out of his seat through chain links, but can't* Ugh! How am I gonna get out of this??!!

Aja: Don't worry, we'll just get you out of there. *looks again at the yellow padlock to examine and hold it* Hmmm...if this is a yellow padlock, i bet it needs a yellow key to open it.

Eli: (shrugs with raising his shoulders up and down) Possibly.

Aja: But to find it, possibly as you said, me and Jim have to find a picture of a groom. And what's a groom? A girl broom?

Eli: *chuckles softly* No! A groom is the "partial-husband" in a wedding.

Aja: Woah, how did you know that? And what's a wedding?

Eli: Well.....you'll get know what a wedding is when you become an adult just like your parents.

Aja: Uhhhh....okay. But I have to find a picture of a groom first. (to Jim) Hey Jim, where we can we find a picture of this thing called a "groom"?

Jim stands near the teacher's table trying to think what to do significantly. Forget to mention, the classroom they're in is the one with the chalkboard, not the one with the whiteboard. But the classroom has that "projector screen" and of course, the projector (which is put on the teacher's table). When Aja goes to Jim to get along to find the first clue with him, she notices there is a writing on the chalkboard, which apparently neither of three didn't notice since they woke up earlier until now.

Aja: Hang on, *softly points at the writing on the board* what is that?

Jim: (now facing at the back of the room) Huh? *then turns around to the writing*

Eli: Wait, none of us even NOTICE THAT?!

The writing on the board turns out to be a clue, two rather! A part of a clue and a RIDDLE.

The three of them (even though Eli's still tied to his chair) examined/viewed/observed the two clues.

Jim: Hmmm.....I believe the question written there is....well, probably, a riddle.

Aja: What's a riddle?

Jim: A riddle is a type of question that's created as a problem to be answered or guessed? But it's more of a mystifying & misleading question that links to answer, that *makes a quotation mark gesture* makes sense to the riddle. And sometimes, riddles can hurt people's brains when they get the explanation of the answer to a riddle.

Aja: Ohhhhhhhh, so a riddle is like *points again to the riddle* that question written on the board?

Jim: (nods) Uh-huh!

Aja & Jim read the riddle written there, and thinking for a bunch of seconds for the answer.

Jim: Hmmmm...*🤔*...what comes once in a minute?

Aja: Twice in a moment, a MOMENT?

Jim: But never in a thousand years?

Aja: Never in a thousand years? You're right, Jim. Sometimes, riddles are misleading.

Jim: *swings his left finger to the air* Exactly! Now we just have to find out the answer to that question!

Eli: Uh, guys? If I were one of your right now, I bet you should now find a picture of a groom.

Aja: *gasps* Oh no, I forgot about that!

Jim: Don't worry, Aja. I'll think for the answer to that riddle while you find a picture of a groom somewhere here in the room.

Aja: Ok, thank you.

Aja finds a picture of a groom, around the big classroom (hey, that rhymes) while Jim has to think of the correct answer to the riddle. Aja looks at the top of the teacher's table, nothing there, just the projector. The bookshelves? Nah, just the books only. The bulletin board? probably. Hotel? Trivago. (nvm, that last two words were just a joke xD) Anyway, Aja checks the bulletin board with a bunch of pictures & posters & brands w/ taglines. After 8.67 seconds later, Aja finally found a picture of a groom! Good news! Surprisingly, it's a picture of Romeo (that character from the William Shakespeare play)

Aja: Hey guys, (turns to both Jim & Eli, raises the picture of a groom in the air) I found a picture of a groom!

Eli: Nice!

Jim: Oh yes!

Jim goes to Aja to examine the picture.

Jim: Uh, it's Romeo.

Aja: Who's Romeo?

Jim: That character from the William Shakespheare play. Actually this school has a William Shakespare play, held in the basketball court, as if it were a theater. I played as Romeo in the play, while Eli played as the narrator.

Aja: Wow, I think I didn't see the play because I wasn't here at Earth at that time happened.

Jim: Yeah.

Aja: And I have heard that there was supposed to be a Juliet in the play. Who played as Juliet?

Jim: Claire.

Aja: Oh ok. So that means, are two a couple now? *squeals in excitement and meddleness*

Jim: *sighs in relief* Yeah, I think. *smiles and blushes* Anyways, (checks again the picture) I think there's a clue hidden in the picture.

Aja: (checks back at the picture) Hmmm....(turns the picture over and finds a clue written on the "backspace" of the picture)....oooh, here it is.

Jim: Where?

Aja shows Jim the clue behind the picture (I mean, the "backspace"). It's written, "C3R4".

Jim: Hmm.....C-3-R-4?

Aja: I wonder what it means.

What does the next clue of "C3R4" mean? Will Jim find out the answer to the riddle written on the chalkboard? Are they be able to find more clues to escape the classroom and the entire school place just to find if Arcadia is "completely normal" or very empty? Find out (❔)! Let me know in the comments 💬!

TO BE CONTINUED....

[realiodelio]

The Race for Our Lives

Ight y'all it's Ted Talk time.

Calling in a threat isn't funny. It's not a part of your freedom of speech. What it is is terrifying. It's scary.

On Friday, Sept. 27th, around 3:45 p.m, I had just strapped my watch to the handle of an elliptical. A few minutes ago, I had been doing warm ups when one of my cross country coaches told me to go reserve a machine now if I planned to use it later. I left my water bottle in my locker with my things.

I don't know what time anything else happens after this, but here's the main order of events...

I had just gotten back in the line for warm ups, and was trying to catch up to everyone else. I was mentally questioning the freshmen boys who were jokingly fighting. Such a normal thing that even as I type it I'm wondering how it all went so sideways. The upperclassmen boys were joking around with them, but had told them to get back into their warm ups.

Maybe a minute has passed.

Suddenly, my coach comes in. "Everybody outside!" There's confusion. Shock. We were just told a few minutes ago that we were warming up inside today, because of the rain. What was going on? "Don't question it just go. Go, go, GO!"

Everyone got the sick feeling that something was wrong. It was only confirmed when we made it to the stairwell; through the clear glass panels that surrounded us, we could see cars, police cars, right outside the door. "Go, get as far away as you can." My friend and teammate, sobbing as she was struggling down the stairs in her crutches. "Watch out for her!" I remember hearing my coach say. "Don't slow down." I urged the boys around the two of us, before speeding past.

At this point in my mind, I was thinking "bomb threat". Just past the soccer fields I could see people slowing down, and then continuing onwards with a coach leading them. I was running as fast as I could.

My best friend was ahead of me, but I caught up to him in almost no time at all, then passed him. In the back I heard "Keep going!" From his teammate. "I'm not going without my brother!" Had been the response. Maybe calm anger to anyone who didn't know him, but if I had ever heard fear in his voice it was then.

I wasn't leaving without my best friend. Next to me, a boy I was crushing on had smiled and cracked a lame joke "Not like we don't do this every day during practice." I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't want to cry.

I slowed down to cross the road and get onto the trail behind the school. The car I had crossed behind was an off-white color. There were two boys in it looking as terrified as I had felt. My best friend wasn't behind me, at least not directly, and I practically stopped to wait for him and his brother. I needed to know he was OK- that they were okay.

At the end of the back road, my coach stood between the railroad tracks. Near the end of the school day, an announcement had been made saying they were closed. The red warning lights were still blinking, but we paid little heed. "Just keep going that way." The head coach gestured. "Just keep going."

Where? Where to? We had probably all been wondering. Perhaps the park, was my thought, maybe the library? I followed the crowd.

On the way, one of my teammates had slowed to a walk, texting someone. Crying. She's a year younger than I am. "Keep going" I told her. "Keep going. There's nothing you can do right now" I told her. "My foot hurts." She had been injured, I remember. One of many, not including myself. "Just keep going, you can do it." I didn't part from her for the rest of the run.

Several blocks down, an ex-classmate was in a company driveway with her mom. Her car was a vibrant red, like her hair. I gave her a hug "never been happier to see you" and "same here". She offered me and the group a ride, but we denied. We were instructed to cut through the backyard, get somewhere safe.

Maybe 8 meters later, me, my teammate, my best friend, and his brother got past the treeline. The coach who had earlier instructed me to reserve an elliptical was there, directing people to what I recognized as the District Office, or D.O for short.

"Final stretch," I remember joking. The Race for Our Lives.

I made it up the stairs and through the doorway. I needed to see my team. "Too many turns" I thought. "What the fuck. I just want my team."

"Just keep going this way, you'll be safe." Some administration person had told me. I was vaugly aware that I had been mad. At the number of turns? At her? At the shooter? I don't know. Maybe I'll never find out.

Everything after that was a wild blur in which time didn't exist.

Inside the safe zone, I met a heartbreaking sight. The freshmen girls were mostly gathered at one table, all crying. The boys were milling about, mostly on my right. My best friend was nearby- immediately, he got a hug. Girls gathered together, crying and comforting each other, telling their fears and their loves, and frantically apologizing to girls who they had thought there was tension with.

Hugs. Everyone on my team I needed to hug. To touch, to know and see and feel that They Are Safe, My Girls Are Safe. A number of freshmen and sophomores "Oh God, you're okay, I'm so glad you're okay, I was so scared for you. I was so scared." My response had been a surprised "Scared for me? How come? Look, I'm fine!!"

The sentence "I wasn't even worried for myself." Had been a commonality. Most of us worried for those in crutches or boots- later we discovered that they had safely made it into cars, and gotten away. Most people around me were in tears. I wasn't crying. I was laughing nervously, relieved.

Every girl I could hug, I hugged. I hugged my coaches. I hugged my best friend, maybe five times. Cell phones were being passed around, people were using the D.O phone, a phone I had looked at curiously when I came in, wishing I knew the extension number.

I asked my best friend to borrow his phone- I needed to call my mom before word got out. He didn't hesitate to tell me yes.

Three calls. No response. I sent a text explaining the situation, saying I was safe.

I never more regretted not having another phone number memorized.

I was lucky. There was a computer next to the D.O phone where I could sign into my school account and access my emergency contact list. The first person I called was my sister a quick run down of the situation, beginning with "I'm safe". Then I called my aunt, never more grateful she worked from home "Hey. It's me, your neice." I explained the situation and told her the address of the D.O. She said she would come to pick me up

After that was taken care of I continued making my way around the room, talking with people. Administration brought in water and snacks.

I stayed with my best friend until my aunt came to pick me up. Two of my little cousins had come along, glad I was safe and overall nervous about the situation with a giddy curiosity of relief that only kids could have- all the questions they could possibly ask, they did. My aunt offered to buy me dinner from the local restaurant. I acquiesced after the kids had assured me they wouldn't complain.

When we were pulling into the restaurant drive-up, I checked the time again. 5:26 p.m. Only an hour and 41 minutes had passed.

There are a number of details that are hard to place into this story, like me telling my best friend to text his girlfriend- casually reminding him that he doesn't need to have a phone number memorized when apps like Instagram and Snapchat exist. Or how I had told people while crossing the main street that if the cars have stopped, there's no point in waiting, just GO. People had come in several times giving us news updates- there's no active shooter, there's no live threat, they didn't find anyone with a gun in the building. A few mentionings of this getting into national television, but I voiced my extreme doubts about it. There's all the details of apologies I heard and the randomly shared personal facts. There's how I had friends who weren't athletes, other kids who had missed the bus, all in someone's house- some athlete whose mom was an officer, he lived in the neighborhood just across the road. People crowded in bedrooms and sitting on couches and tables and floors. All unsure of what to do, of what to say.

Those are unforgettable details.

We, as a team, were questioning what else would happen. Was there still a team dinner tonight? (Yes, but hardly anyone went) Were we going to race tomorrow? (yes, and we had 14 season Season Records, along with another 14 Personal Records). When we got onto the bus that Saturday morning, nothing was spoken about who had been missing. A silent but mutual understanding ran through the team.

Learning that it had been an anonymous and fake tip off had most people questioning things, especially during the moments we were waiting to get picked up to go home. Even still, people are wondering how such a thing could happen. Both scenarios are despicable. We had all feared the worst, and now we all fear still "What if this was real? What if it happens again, only it's not fake?"

It's sick that kids are going to spend possibly the rest of their educational careers wondering if school is safe. It's sick that this is oddly normal in America. It's sick that we had thought we were running for our lives. It's sick that someone called in a fake report- or even more terrifying, someone called in a report that could have been real.

It was terrifying, and that fear may never leave any of us students. We need to change something about this. I wish that I could have some type of solution, but I don't. I just don't.

That's all for now. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[thatssonanii]

Fan

Bloodline Family Series

A/N: Warning.... this isn't gonna be pretty.

"I'll be fine," Haleigh laughed into the phone. She thanked the person holding the door for her, not bothering to pay much attention to who it was. "I come here all the time this late. I've gotta get these songs out, KoKo."

"Is Messiah in town?" Koda asked clearly frustrated with his sister.

"No, he's in Seattle. I'm fine," she reiterated stepping into the buildings elevator. "I'll call you when I'm done and headed home."

"You drove there?" Koda asked sucking his teeth. "Look, ima call Mama or Auntie A to come there with you."

She laughed at how overprotective Koda is.

" It's almost 1am, Mama is not about to bring the trips out with Daddy gone and Auntie is not about to get up. You know she probably sleep."

"Fine but be careful. And call me before you walk out that building. I don't care what time it is."

After Haleigh agreed to call her brother, she hung up the call just as the elevator came to a stop to let her out. Her head was down when she exited the elevator, sending a text to Messiah and Ardian.

To My Siah:

Great game, babe. Can't wait to see you 😍😚

To Baby Daddy Ardi:

I hope you and my babies are ok. I miss y'all. I'll pull up. And.... I'm sorry for just walking out on you. 😧😢💙

The engineer was waiting for her inside the studio. He left hey with a few instructions and well wishes before leaving her by herself. Checking her phone she found messages from Koda, Roman and Messiah but nothing from Ardian. Apart of her knew he wouldn't text her back but she hoped.

Three hours and two songs later, Haleigh felt better. All the stress, the thoughts and the emotions she had were out and in lyrical form. There was more written down in her notebook but this would do for now.

She gathered her things and shut everything down better heading out. She called Koda while she waited for the elevator not wanting to hear his mouth about not calling. The siblings talked ass she walked through the building and parking lot.

"Hey, you're Halo, right?"

Haleigh switched the phone from her right hand to her left to look at the stranger talking to her and smiled. He was standing at the back of her SUV with his hands in his pockets. The lights in the parking lot illuminated their faces. She ignored Koda telling her tii get in the car and confirmed her identity.

"This is so dope. I'm your biggest fan," the Caucasian male said happily. "Can I please get a picture with you? I thought that was you earlier but I wasn't sure."

"Yeah," she nodded going over to him, "Why didn't you speak? I would've spoke back."

"You were inn the phone, I didn't want to interrupt. You thanked me, that was enough."

Haleigh put Koda on hold to take the picture, or her phone in hey pocket then hugged the fan. "Make sure you tag me in that picture and make sure I look cute in it."

"Most definitely! Thank you again, Halo."

"You're welcome, hun. Have a good night."

Haleigh put the phone back to her ear before climbing up into her SUV. She switched their call to the car Bluetooth then pulled out.

"Stop bein so fuckin friendly, Hae."

"What? You wanted me to be mean and tell him no? It's not his fault this is the time he ran into me, Koda."

"It's 3 in the morning. He could've been a weirdo or some shit," Koda complained loudly.

"My fans are not weirdos."

"You've read the comments under your pictures, so I know that you know that's a lie, Haleigh."

Haleigh rolled her eyes cruising through the pretty much empty streets. "Well, it's done now and we can't undo it. And where is your fiance? Shouldn't you be in bed with her?"

"She's sleep. I would've been too but my sister took her ass too the studio this late at night."

"Well, I'm almost home now so go on and go to bed. I love you, big head."

Koda sighed hard. "Love you too. Text me when you get in the house and lock up tight."

"Sir, yes, sir, " she joked them disconnected the call.

Haleigh called Ardian as she walked to her porch. It felt odd not speaking to him for so long. She just wanted to hear his voice. And something didn't feel right. She stood on her porch waiting to hear his voice.

"I'm sleep, I call you back," he mumbled into the phone before hanging up.

Humming lowly to herself, Haleigh dropped her phone in her purse and unlocked her front door. Just as she turned the key, she heard footsteps behind her. Her purse feel and most of the contents spilled onto the floor. The next thing she knew she was being pushed into her house. She tripped from the force, catching her balance before she hit the floor. When she turned around she was face to face with the fan from the parking lot.

"You need to leave. Now!" She yelled rooted to her spot.

He smiled small. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you got in okay. It is pretty late."

Haleigh’s eyes burned wishing she had just stayed home or bright someone with her. She hated that she was avoiding Ardian, he would usually come with her. But then again, had she not been avoiding him she would have needed to go to the studio this late.

The fan took a step towards her, she took one step back.

"I'm sorry if I scared you. I just," he sighed, "I wanted to see you in."

"You've seen me in, now leave," she demanded moving back from his attempt to touch her.

He shook his head. The smile turning into a slight frown. "Don't be rude. I'm looking out for you, Halo. I love you. Don't you love me?"

"I don't know you! Leave!"

"You do. I'm Todd. I go to all your shows, I tweet you and tag you in anything I think you'd like."

The name clicked in her head. The few times she's gone through her comments his name came up a lot, he came to any signing he could and he was always popping up on her Twitter feed. Her management and her family knew about him as well.

"Did you follow me, Todd? That's not okay. I don't like that."

She figured yelling wouldn't work so she tried to reason with him. Silently praying it would work.

"No? I just wanted to protect you. Anyone could harm you, ya know? I was helping."

She nodded wiping her tears away. "Okay, you've helped. Now please leave."

Todd stepped forward, grabbing Haleigh to him before she could back away again. She struggled against him. "Don't I get a thank you?"

"Thank you," she said softly.

Fresh tears cascaded down her cheeks.

He stared into her eyes, a small smile on his face. Todd loved her. Loved her more than he should have. Without a second thought he kissed her, trying to ignore her fighting him off. Haleigh but his tongue when he pushed it roughly into her mouth prompting him to break the kids and push her away. As soon as her body hit the floor, Haleigh scrambled away from him leaving him checking his bleeding tongue and she spit his blood out as she ran to her room. Todd ran after her, getting to her closed and locked bedroom door and started to bang on the door.

Haleigh went into her walk in closet, locked it and started to search for her back up phone. Roman had given it to her months ago and her being the person she is tossed it somewhere completely forgetting about it.

She jumped as the banging got louder and couldn't control her crying. Her hands shook so bad that she could barely look through her things. When she found the phone there was a loud boom letting her know he'd broken the door down. Still her hands shook as she dialed the 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"There's someone in my house and they won't leave. Please help me," she said info a shaky and strained voice.

"What's your name and are you somewhere safe?"

"Haleigh Reigns. I'm in my closet."

"Is the person near you?" The operator ask trying to locate the call.

"Yes, he kicked down my bedroom door and he's trying to get in here." Haleigh screamed from Todd kicking at the double doors. "He's gonna get in! I need help!"

"Are you at 736 Keyes Drive?"

She screamed out again. "Yes!"

"Stay on the phone, sweetheart. The police are on the way. They're term minutes out."

It didn't matter that they were on the way, he'd gotten in. Haleigh was terrified and screaming. Todd was angry at her for running away. He snatched the phone and threw it at the wall, shattering it.

"Look at what you made me do, Halo. Why'd you make me do that?" He asked taking slow steps towards her then snatched her to him. She cried and screamed for help. "Stop screaming!"

"You're hurting me. Let me go."

"No! You think you're too good for me? Is that what you think?" He asked pushing her to the ground and straddling her. "We'll see about that."

Todd mumbled to himself then cocked his fist back fully prepared to hit her. Her cries almost stopped him. Almost. He punched her face and torso repeatedly ignoring her pain filled screams.

When the police came in and found Haleigh, Todd was gone. He left Haleigh unconscious, battered and bloody on her closet floor. One of the cops recognized her by the pictures around the house and cursed to himself. He knew her, he knew her parents even better. He volunteered to make contact with them while the paramedics rushed her to the hospital.

[windless-hurricane]

Pennywise and the Dancing Girl

Chapter 1: The Shadow Girl

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SUMMARY: At the moment, I want this to be solely mysterious. I will say though that the "Shadow Girl" isn't who she seems and this will eventually become a Henry x OC (or reader) fanfic.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before I begin, this story takes place in the 2017 IT universe. I also shifted some pieces of information around. So before I'm scolded for inaccuracies, I'll say them now. First off, I combined the Derry Middle School and High School. I wasn't sure if that was the case in the movie, but it wasn't stated. Nevertheless, I will still refer to it as Derry High. The main character is 14 and a freshman (going on sophomore). The entire Losers Club will be in 8th grade (going on to be freshmen) and all 13. The Bowers Gang are all sophomores (going on juniors) and 15, excluding Henry who is 16.

WARNINGS (for the entire series): Explicit language, violence, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, some sexuality possibly, and some underage drinking and drug use.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

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It was the last day of school. I couldn't lie and say I wasn't somewhere near excited. I knew it wasn't the last day of school altogether, but it would definitely be a step up from my current status as a freshman. All 8th graders dream of becoming freshmen; but once they realize the difficulties of dealing with upperclassmen, they want to join them. That had been the same mindset for me. Not only was I freshman, I was a transferee. That normally wouldn't be such a big deal, but it was at this school.

See, Derry High wasn't a typical high school. It included middle school as well. So, almost all the children here were attending this school for half their lives. They started in 6th grade and ended as seniors. Everyone knew everybody. Due to that, I thought I'd become a perfect candidate for teasing. I was practically fresh meat. However, that didn't happen. Why? Because I was barely noticeable. I kept to myself, hardly spoke a word to anyone, and moved swiftly through the halls like a shadow, avoiding certain people. It soon had become an objective to avoid four sophomores in particular: Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Reginald "Belch" Huggins.

They were douchebags who got a kick out of tormenting anyone they saw below them. As a result of their animosity, even the juniors and seniors were afraid of them. You never messed with the "Bowers Gang" as they called themselves. I, a rarity, was not afraid of them and never would be. I just wanted to stay the shadow that I liked being and it became a promise to myself.

I kept to that promise for the entire year and now all I had to do was get through this day like any other. Then, it would be summer vacation, which was full of reading and...reading. I didn't have any friends, but I was satisfied with that. It was better to not get too attached to people you would end up leaving. In a way, that was my curse: the inability to care for anyone because you are not worth caring for. But it would be ok.

I walked through the front doors of the school, clutching the straps to my bag. Other students were already situated inside, engaging in morning chatter and shenanigans. I...went straight to my locker. I knew I had to empty it out and it would be better to do it now than later. So, I put in the combination and got to work. I wasn't necessarily the neatest, but it didn't look like the aftermath of a hurricane. Just messy. There were notebooks, textbooks, and a bunch of scattered and crumbled pieces of paper. It didn't take long to stuff these into my bag and throw what was left away. I closed my locker with a slam, but it didn't echo like it normally would because of background conversation.

I glanced around and my eyes ending up following the scene of two boys running away in the direction opposite to mine. Moments after, Henry Bowers and his gang of misfits were in the shot. He had an apparent smirk on his face. Probably from gloating because of the amount of power he had over the kids here. The thought of it was enough to make me roll my eyes; but I continued to watch, seeing if he would do anything else. He didn't. Just as I was about to turn away, his eyes met mine. He knew I had been staring and didn't have the intention of letting me go.

His eyes were crystal blue and they contradicted mine: my chocolatey brown. However, they still managed to be darker than mine and mine brighter than his. He didn't hold any expression in his face and neither did I. It was just blank staring. This wasn't the first time we did this. Occasionally throughout the year, we'd find each other's eyes, but never did anything about it. He didn't know me and he assumed I didn't know him. We had never been in the same vicinity as each other because if he was ever too close, I would've found a way out. All we had was this.

I hated to admit it, but he was quite pretty to look at. It didn't throw my hormones out of whack or anything. I stared at him because of his eyes. His eyes were dark, beautiful, and so familiar to me. I couldn't put my finger on it. It seemed I had looked into those eyes even before I knew him. There was something that intrigued me about them. I knew there was something hidden there. Even if I already had an idea, I longed to know myself.

I gulped out of my trance and released the handle to my locker. I stared just a bit longer until I turned away, losing sight of him and those eyes. Who would've known that days later Henry would tell me himself that he saw me as this mysterious girl that he wanted to crack. A girl that actually drew him in.

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I was able to make it through three classes of Algebra, English and History. Since it had been the last day of school, we hardly did anything. There was clearly no homework to assign or assignments to finish. It was either a free for all with limited volume or we watched a movie on the projector. I was only interested in the movie. Currently I had one more class until lunch and no doubt, it was going to be the same as the others. It was actually quite a relief. Relaxing felt...nice. It nearly brought a smile to my face before I was interrupted.

My head snapped up on impulse as I heard a loud smack echo through the hallway. It didn't startle me, but it certainly caught my attention because before I knew it, I was rounding the corner quickly with a newfound purpose. It was a boy and he was lying on the ground. Getting a clearer shot, I saw that it was Eddie Kaspbrak, the local hypochondriac. I never knew him on a personal level, but I always saw him around. As you can tell, I knew a lot more about him than he did me. That's how it usually was with people. I knew along with him being a hypochondriac, he was a germaphobe who constantly expressed his paranoia to his friends. Other than that, he was quite funny and would never shut up about the evils of sickness and blessings of cleanliness. I sometimes found it rather cute.

He was also a favorite plaything of the Bowers Gang, along with the rest of his friends, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, and Richie Tozier. I saw them around quite often too, either goofing off or arguing. I wonder where they were to have left Eddie alone. To have left him alone with Bowers and the dick squad. Maybe he was just unlucky. Henry had been manhandling Eddie's fanny pack and dumping its contents onto the floor beside him. I could only assume Eddie tried getting it back, but was only met with a shove to the ground. All I did was stare. It seems that's all I was good for.

Even though they deserved a good beating, I never interfered. It was part of the promise and it hadn't been difficult to maintain until now. I nearly wanted to break it. I don't know why, but the feeling was there. It wasn't enough to push me though as the fanny pack was already empty. I watched as Henry threw the pack at Eddie's face and mouthed something that I couldn't make out. Most likely it was some humiliating insult. I looked to Eddie and his expression killed me. Was it - sadness? Anger? Disappointment? It could be helped.

I walked over quietly and squatted down near him as he sat up. He gave me a shocked and questioning look before I began to gather his belongings into the fanny pack. He wasn't moving or saying anything, just watching like I had been moments ago. There was an inhaler, a few containers of pills, bandage. I guess this also served as a small first aid kit. Nice. I stood up and glanced around, making sure I collected everything. I had, expect for Eddie. I zipped up the pack before reaching my hand out to him. His expression managed to change. Why was he looking at me like that? It's like I was some miracle. Then, he looked to my hand and I smiled softly,

"Don't worry. I just came from the bathroom. It's clean."

His gaze switched between my face and hand until he finally took it. His was oddly soft. I helped him up gently and let it go as soon as he was up.

"Um, here," I muttered out, handing him his pack. He was still staring at me and finally, he snapped out of it. He took it quickly.

"T-thanks...um..." he cocked an eyebrow.

"Emma," I finished. "Emma Gray."

"Thanks, Emma." Red found its way onto his face. Was he really blushing?

"It's no problem. No one should face a jagoff alone." He smiled and it made me smirk. I reached into the side pocket of my bag and pulled out my mini bottle of hand sanitizer, showing it off to him. "I noticed you were almost out and you're definitely going to need a lot more to get rid of the stench of Bowers and his goons." I breathed out a laugh. "Here." I handed it to him and he took it almost joyfully.

I smiled completely and for once, it felt real. However, it was short lived. The bell rang.

"Shoot," I groaned. "We should get to class, like, now. It was nice talking to you. See you around, Eddie." I know I didn't give him time to respond, but there wasn't time for a response. I turned around and headed the opposite direction to class.

(EDDIE'S P.O.V.)

"Wait," I called out, but she was already gone.

"Damnit." How did she already know my name? I looked at the bottle she gave me and her name was written across the label in black marker. Her handwriting was beautiful. I let my thumb run over her name as I smiled to myself.

"Emma - Emma Gray."

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(BACK TO EMMA'S P.O.V.)

I made it through Biology and as expected, we watched a movie - a real boring one about the inner mechanisms of a cell. It was over and time for lunch. I was looking forward to it because of what I packed today. If I did it right, it was going to be delicious. I began to fantasize about the greatness of my meal until I was forcefully pulled out of it. Could the world just not leave me to my mind today? Geez.

It was a noise and a deafening one at that. It came from down the hall and it was loud enough to make me wince, slight pain being brought to my ears. Who was it this time and why do they keep interrupting me? Thinking about it more, should I even ask? Knowing this school and its students, it was without a doubt Bowers. Did I want to find out? No. Would I inevitably end up finding out? Yes. This was the only way to the damned cafeteria.

I inched slowly down the hall, not in any rush to get an answer. I wasn't a nosy person. I actually considered myself quite considerate of other people's business. Then, I heard whimpering. I rolled my eyes harshly as I quickened my pace. What's wrong with you, Emma? Why are you being so interactive today? Why the hell do you even care? No one else in this god forsaken school does, why should you? Don't you remember the promise? You're too good for this, but maybe there was a reason not to be too good. Maybe it was Eddie and his call for help.

I rounded the corner and it wasn't Eddie, loosing a good amount of motivation. It was Ben Hanscom, the other new kid. Chubby, adorable, vulnerable, and being pushed up against the lockers by Bowers while his goons watched in amusement. I scoffed. This was the second time today. Was this really his way of celebrating the last day of school?

"Hey!" Oh, Emma. What the hell are you doing? You know you could care less.

All five boys turned their attention towards me with different expressions on each of their faces. Ben's eyes were pleading and hopeful while he was completely red in the face. Patrick was smirking creepily and it was enough to make me shudder. Victor and Belch actually held a similar look that reeked of 'Who the hell is this girl?' For the main star, he just looked pissed.

"The fuck do you want," he questioned deeply, his eyes peering into me.

"For you not to be a conniving dickhead," I stated proudly, stopping in front of them with my arms crossed. I don't know where this surge of confidence was coming from, but I kinda liked it.

"The fuck did you just say to me," he let go of Ben and started lurking towards me. This was the perfect chance for him to get away. The boys were entirely focused on me. I looked passed Henry's shoulder and my eyes met Ben's. He was terrified and astonished. I nodded my head up slightly, gesturing for him to go. He didn't get it the first time; but after repeating it, he got it and ran away. I looked back to Henry,

"You heard me." This is the closest I've ever been to him. We were nearly a foot apart. He was significantly taller than I was, not a giant, but taller. Had surprisingly muscular arms and I never noticed the upturn of his nose before. He broke the distance with one more step. I wanted to step away because of the awkwardness, but I also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I simply kept my arms crossed and craned my neck up to look at him. He did the opposite with his neck, but also crossed his arms. Maybe this was a way of establishing dominance.

"I don't think I heard you quite right. Mind repeating what you said," he pushed. He was trying to scare me, but I don't scare easy.

"I said, I don't want you to be a conniving dickhead."

"I don't care about what you want," he retorted.

"You're the one who asked, honey." He let out a breathy laugh.

"No one gets away with talking to me like that, sweetheart."

"I think I just did."

"I like her," a voice called out. I soon realized it belonged to Patrick. Shame because I didn't like him. "What're we going to do with her, Henry?" Henry opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen. I'm going to walk away and enjoy myself a lovely meal in the cafeteria, while you four stand around and play with each other's dicks. And then you're never going to bother me ever again. Got it? Ok." I moved to walk past him, but he grabbed my bicep instead.

"It's not that easy," he told me, squeezing roughly. I yanked my arm away harshly, catching him off guard.

"It is that easy because I'm not afraid of you, Henry," I let out through gritted teeth. With that, I pushed past him, hitting my shoulder with his purposely.

(HENRY'S P.O.V.)

Patrick scoffed, "You're just going to let her get away with that? She deserves to be taught a lesson to." I agreed. I completely agreed, but she wouldn't be easy.

"I know," is all I managed to say before I turned to face them. "Do any of you know her?" They all shook their head uselessly, causing me to roll my eyes.

Vic was the only one to speak,

"I know she's a freshman, just not the name." I nodded,

"Lets get outta here." I walked ahead, knowing they would automatically follow. It was that girl. She knew my name, but I didn't know hers. It bothers me, but a lot more than it should. How could I not know the name of a girl like that?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT IS THE END OF CHAPTER 1. Hopefully you enjoyed it! This is the first chapter of a definite series :)

[didiwaffles]

My ex messaged me again. He does it once in a while. Saying hi, how are you, what're you doing, etc. Sometimes I ignore him. When I'm in bad mood. Sometimes I answer, telling him that my life is perfect (without him). Usually it ends up with him asking me out.

Now, look. We broke 2 years ago I guess? And he still messages me. Like, does he expect me to not find someone else? What's with this "you're such a loser that no one would date you anyway". Well, yeah, I hadn't had a date since then but for different reasons. Does he really expect me to come back just like this? Oh boy, he must be incredibly dumb then.

I'd say I'm having fun watching him running after me, but... That's not what he's doing? Well, at least not in my opinion.

We've been dating for few months and I left as soon as I started to feel uncomfortable near him. But looking back, I see now there was much more, that I didn't see back then. And I'm happy I left. And I won't come back. Even if I'm on the edge.

You know those Good Guys™? He definitely one of them. Along with my brother. I hope they both go straight to hell.

I broke up with him by message. Thankfully we live far away from each other. So what he did? Uhm, nothing? He didn't do anything at all. As always though. He didn't call me. Didn't ask me why. Like it was a joke. But it wasn't. And he didn't care. Why again I should go out with you?

Probably, he thinks that if he has a dick, that means every girl would quiver before him. Guess what? No.

So, why I left, huh? OK, I'll try to remember now. First that comes to mind, is when he tried to teach me how to cook. Why, thank you, Your Fucking Highness. So there was short period (three days) when we lived in the same flat. And I was cooking for his dumb fucking ass. And he just went to kitchen and started with how I do everything wrong. Boy oh boy that pissed me off. I am EXTREMELY uncomfortable when someone is on kitchen when I'm cooking. But lecturing me? Are you fucking what? Do it yourself, if you're so smart. But, no, the end was when she took a pan with still boiling oil (!) and decided to wash it (!) under cold water! I think something died inside of me back then.

Another one. So if we were gonna make something serious out of our relationships, we needed to think about somewhere to live. He lived with parents, so did I. And oh boy he found brilliant solution. Yeah, I will buy us a flat. Cool story bro. Yeah, suggestion, which can be made only buy true Man™.

His friends... Is something special. If being short, he yelled at me that I wasn't talking much during our hang out. He literally yelled at me for that! So they were preparing for wedding, and was talking about that, then they started to talk about their inside stuff, which I had no clue about. I was listening to their completely uninteresting crap for two hours just to be yelled at. Ugh. Do you want to talk about our God and Saviour Oda-sensei? Warcraft, maybe? Ugh, I'm not sure what else I was interested in at the time. SAO? Supernatural? No? Then shut the fuck up and leave me be.

But line was crossed a bit later. He went on work and forgot how to use Google and probably phone in general. So I needed to search the address for him on maps and then send it through Whatsup. It appeared at the evening that he's dumb and got lost. And I am of course the one to blame. Sure, why not? But he wasn't satisfied just making me feel awful. So I tried to apologize (for what again? ahh, whatever) and all I got was... Nothing? He ignored me? Like, I get it, women like assholes, and those who cold to them, right? Well, it looks that day he learned that it's not like that. Did he even learned? Who cares.

I was thinking all night. And then left. Because I didn't want to be with someone, who would be cold towards me. I've got my lesson. And haven't had a single date since then. Because fuck you.

Now, let me tell you, sweety. I would buy a flat for them. I would hug them when they feeling bad. I would apologies even if I did nothing wrong. I would give them my jacket if they're cold, even if I'm feeling cold. I would cook their favourite food. If they have bad mood, I would go on the other side of the world to comfort them. I would do anything for them. For my girlfriend. But you're not my girlfriend. If you call yourself a Man, be so nice, and act like one. If not, too bad for you. I don't like idea of dating girl who think she's not one.

I mean I would gladly date trans boy. Or trans girl. Or cis girl. Or cis boy. Or anyone really. Except for Nice Guy™. Sorry, pal. You're not from my league. Go fuck yourself. Maybe even literally. I don't give a fuck.