#oh yes hello my dear ocd

[casper-nova]

Part 8

Freelancer: It's just like eating strawberry.. what?

Freelancer: It's just like eating strawberry milk. We're just going with it.

Milo: Am I being bullied?

Asher: Yes.

Smartass: Thank you dear..

Aaron: I love you

Smartass: ..Cunt

Aaron: Fuck you you motherfucken bitch

Vega: I'm gonna pour hot tar and dump a bucket of feathers on everyone.

Warden: wouldn't that burn?

Vega: for some people maybe

Doc: Someone came by and decided to take a blood bath in my intestines.

Ivan: shut up I will shove a beer bottle up your ass

Guy: Hello....

Honey: You sound sad, why?

Guy: Damn. Not even five into the call and you've turned into Sherlock Holmes.

David: Leave room for Jesus

Angel: Oh I'll Leave room for Jesus

David: You weirdo

Gavin: He likes being in control

Damien: ocd

Gavin: not for long

Damien: pardon fuck boy?

Aaron: How big is 2 inches

Smartass: About the size of 2 inches

Aaron: I will actually go over there and rail you- No I won't! what the fuck?

[strangesthirdeye]

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Summary: day after day, serial murders began to make a mess around London just after the police from Scotland Yard found human corpses that looked like they had been chopped up and bitten near central park. At first, the police assumed it was a wild animal attack. But, Sherlock has an assumption about his new neighbor.

Warning: gore, murder, blood, mention about chopped body, mention about wild animal attack, cannibalism, suspicious, Dark fic? Basically it's all about murder and blood so read at your own risk.. Sorry if this fic make you uncomfortable. (Y/H) means You Hometown.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

Part 2

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You put your luggage on the steps of door 221B after a four-hour cab ride from the airport to get to the flat you bought, which is 221C. You sighed and looked at the area around Baker Street. The rather large and busy area is the main attraction of Baker Street and even more interesting, the door marked 221B is also an attraction for people around London because it is the place where the famous Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes and his partner Doctor Watson live.

You looked at the cafe next to the flat.

'Speedy's Cafe'

From where you stand, you can smell the aroma of coffee and food there. Very delicious if you know the smell. But, you don't really care about the food there. All you care about is the aroma of hot coffee that stings your nostrils. With that smell alone, you started drooling.

You were stopped from your reverie as soon as you remembered your motive for coming there. Yes, you moved to London because of an unfortunate incident that happened in your hometown. So not wanting to get involved with that, you quickly went to London to find a new place to live. Your old work in your home country is left behind.

So, in this way, you can start your new life and forget what happened before. You look at the black wooden point in front of you and notice that the knocker on the door is tilted. You straightened the knocker without thinking. Well, you can be said to have OCD but not too OCD. You only correct the small things and not the big things. Big things are usually left scattered all over the place so you just ignore them.

You started knocking on the door of 221B three times before standing up straight trying to show that you are a woman with manners.

4 seconds later, the door of the flat was opened by an elderly woman with a big smile.

The old woman looked at you kindly. "oh, hello dear.. is there anything I can help you with?" said the elder woman in a soft tone.

Just look at the old woman, you get the impression that she carries a warm and welcoming aura like a mother. An aura that you yourself have never experienced or felt before. So, you immediately relaxed your nervousness and returned the old woman's smile.

"You are Mrs. Hudson, aren't you? I asked you for an offer through the website you made regarding flat 221C. So I came here for that flat." you replied fumbling with your black jacket.

Mrs. Hudson was silent for a moment maybe trying to remember that before she chuckled lightly and looked at you with the same happy expression on her face.

"oh, you're the one who emailed me last week, aren't you? Y/n L/n is your name, isn't it?" Mrs. Hudson extended her small wrinkled hand towards you to shake your hand.

You immediately turned around and shook hands with Mrs. Hudson while nodding your head a few times with a smile still on your face.

"Just call me Y/n. Ma'am" you replied and broke the handshake.

Mrs Hudson nodded her head. "then you call me Mrs Hudson, dear. Come in, it's a bit chilly outside so you must be cold now. Come in" Mrs Hudson invited you and moved aside to let you in.

You nodded and bent your body slightly to reach the handle of your luggage before walking into the flat. Before you step inside, you smell the unpleasant odor around Baker Street.

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"It's not big but it's quite comfortable for you to live in." said Mrs Hudson while opening the curtains on the window of flat 221C to let the sunlight in.

You shook your head as you looked around your new flat. The wallpaper looked like it had been re-pasted, while the windows were clean and dust-free. Most surprisingly, the electronic items there work well and there is also a sofa that looks like no one has touched it even though it has been abandoned for a long time. Mrs Hudson must always clean this flat in the hope that someone will live in it. Well, luckily you are the one who lives in that flat.

"Oh, I'm not the type to complain. As long as this place is comfortable, it's enough for me. After all, I like the atmosphere of this flat. It's quite calm and cozy here compared to my old flat in my home country" you said while caressing the wallpaper wall with your fingers you

Mrs Hudson chuckled. "oh thank goodness there are people who want to live in this flat. It's been a while since this flat was inhabited. The last person who lived in this flat was probably 4 years ago. After that, no one lived in this flat. So it's quite good that you like this flat" explained Mrs Hudson as she walked towards the kitchen. Maybe she want to organize all the messy things.

You nodded slightly. It's good that you live in this flat, otherwise you'll have to find another flat. After all, renting this flat is not expensive at all so it really fits your budget.

"By the way, dear. If I ask you this question, is it okay? If you don't answer, it's okay, I understand," said Mrs. Hudson from the kitchen.

"umm yeah, just ask.. I'll answer" you replied and started sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Is it okay if you live next door to people? Because the neighbors in the flat below can be a bit annoying and noisy sometimes, but that's only if there's time. Sometimes the people in the flat below will play the violin indefinitely. So I'm worried if it just bothers you," said Mrs Hudson.

"oh, it's okay.. I'm not bothered at all. I'm used to noise and commotion so I don't mind" you said optimistically.

Mrs Hudson nodded her head and walked into the living room and sat next to you. Her body is turned towards you as she gently pats your hand.

"well, I'm just warning you because Sherlock and John sometimes argue with each other or it's just Sherlock being Sherlock. So the atmosphere in this house is a bit noisy all the time" said Mrs Hudson with her cherished tone.

"well i suppose that's what happens if you live next door to Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson" you replied jokingly then chuckled.

Mrs Hudson chuckled then shook her head and started to stand. Her hands patted her shirt and pants. Maybe to remove wrinkles or dust. Then, Mrs. Hudson looked at you.

"well, I think I should go now.. I want to finish my abandoned laundry. Perhaps, after I finish the work at home we can continue chatting. oh, it's been a long time since I chatted with a girl." said Mrs Hudson happily. Her smile never left her face.

"Oh, that's fine. But, I need to get my things out first.. maybe next time we can continue chatting. Just give me time to get comfortable in the new place" you replied and stood up to escort Mrs Hudson out.

"that's not a problem, dear. I hope you can get used to the new place. I understand how you feel about the new place. Maybe you're used to the atmosphere in your old flat" said Mrs Hudson.

"yeah, well.. I don't want to bother you anymore so I think I should take out my things and settle in"

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It's been 4 hours that you packed and arranged some of your belongings in the new flat. Everything went smoothly and quietly without any commotion from the flat below. It means that Sherlock and Doctor Watson haven't come home yet so that's why the atmosphere in the three-story flat is quite quiet.

While you were busy arranging the books of novels on the bookshelf you had installed, a knock on the door outside your flat made you stop what you were doing. You then stared at the door of the flat for a long time before taking a deep breath. Immediately, the smell of jasmine and bakery passes through your nasal cavity. But, there was also a faint smell of plastic and meat coming through your nose making you immediately stand up from kneeling on the floor and walk quickly towards the door. Your stomach rumbling means that it needs to be filled with food.

You reached for the doorknob of your flat and opened it. immediately the smell got stronger.

"Oh, Y/n. Sorry to bother you but I found this box in front of the door and I thought it was yours because it has your name on the side of the box that's why I'm here. Don't worry, I didn't open this box for your privacy." Mrs. Hudson said warmly.

You looked at Mrs Hudson's hand which was still holding the white polystyrene box in her hand. And what Mrs Hudson said is right because there was a note with your name on the side of the big polystyrene box.

Without hesitation you took the large polystyrene box from the older woman's hand and walked into the flat and placed the box on the table. Mrs Hudson is still standing in front of your flat door. You looked at Mrs Hudson.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson for giving me this box. I hope I didn't bother you with such a trivial thing." you look down a little.

Mrs Hudson waved her hand slowly while chuckling a little. "Don't worry, you didn't bother me either. I happened to have some errands before I saw the box in front of the door. You might have overlooked it." Mrs. Hudson dismissed.

You scratch your neck at the same time your hunger is fighting inside you waiting for the time to devour. "umm.. should I return the favor? Maybe tea? or something?"

Miss Hudson shook her head. "There's no need to return the favor, as long as you pay the rent, that's good enough"

You nodded your head in understanding as you stared the polystyrene box for a long time.

Mrs Hudson looked at you worriedly. "is everything ok, dear? You look a little pale.. Do you need some medicine? I have medicine that can be given to you" Mrs Hudson approached you.

You shook your head a few times as if waking up from a daydream. "oh no, I'm fine.. I'm just a little tired with all this. There's just a few more things I need to organize and tidy. Overall, everything's fine."

Mrs Hudson nodded in understanding. "if you insist. But if you need anything, just shout my name and I will help you. There's no need to be shy." Mrs Hudson then left your flat.

You only caught a glimpse of Mrs Hudson leaving before you quickly closed the flat door and locked it. Then you quickly went to the table and greedily opened the polystyrene box. After the box was opened, you inhaled the smell of the meat deeply while closing your eyes. Appreciate the delicious smell that hovers in your nasal cavity.

You slowly opened your eyes which now changed color from your original eye color.

The eyes that were previously E/c now change color to black and red making your face look different than before. The face that is full of psychopathic and hungry begins to appear as soon as your eyes look at the contents of the polystyrene box. Yes, it's definitely meat that's in plastic and frozen, but it's not just any kind of meat.

This meat is far from beef or pork nor chicken or goat. Only Ghouls like you eat this unique meat. Slowly you reach the plastic that has the arm cut off and frozen. The plastic was torn greedily by you then with initial hunger you smelled the arm with pleasure and relief before you opened your mouth wide and bit the arm wildly.

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"What do we have now, Lestrade?" asked Sherlock as he walked beside Lestrade. Next to Sherlock John was trying to catch up with the two of them with his short legs.

"Edward Montague, 29 years old. Worked as a cashier in a grocery store around here. His body was found by an old woman while she was walking her dog. Cause of death.. probably a wild animal attack looking at his bite marks." explained Lestrade while lifting the safety tape up before ducking in followed by Sherlock and John behind.

"but?" Sherlock interrupted.

Lestrade stopped and looked at Sherlock with tired eyes. "but I don't think it's the result of a wild animal bite"

"so what's your guess?" Sherlock walked past Lestrade and saw the man's corpse that looked like it had been torn apart and bitten voraciously.

The corpse's right hand was missing while his leg was torn off and almost severed while the side of his stomach was torn apart and had a large bite mark.

John stopped himself from throwing up when he saw the state of the body. The pungent smell of blood made John almost throw up before he backed away from the scene. Although John had fought and seen blood when he was fighting in Afghanistan, but seeing this thing that was far from what he saw made him uneasy and nauseated.

Who is so cruel to do that? What did this man do to die in this condition? Oh, whoever does this is indeed the heart of a beast and a devil.

"This is the third one for this week.. Surely our murderer is getting bored" said Sherlock and knelt in front of the corpse and examined the corpse with his magnifying glass.

Lestrade who was standing near Sherlock looked at the corpse with pity even though his face showed a feeling of pity for the fate of the corpse, the blood and the current situation was not intense making him nauseous or horrible because he was used to facing such cases. That is normal as a Detective Inspector.

John who was still standing near the two of them began to approach Lestrade. His eyes were still looking at the corpse even though he was trying to hold back his nausea. "Looking at the bite mark, I don't think it was the work of a wild animal. Those bites look neat and tidy compared to wild animals that tend to bite the meat violently and messy"

Lestrade looked at John. "so you're saying this is a human act?"

John shrugged his shoulders. "maybe"

"So what you're trying to say is that this killer we're tracking is a cannibal?" Lestrade looked at John in disbelief.

John stared at the corpse for a long time. "not just any cannibal. But a Ghoul. You know.. People in Tokyo have dealt with this Ghoul. They eat humans and live like humans, hell looks just like humans. You can be mistaken between a human and a Ghoul because this Ghoul is a beast that smart and agile. They're psychopaths and murderers."

Lestrade looked at John nervously as his right hand tugged the collar of his shirt slightly to let air in. "Where did you get this information, John?"

"one of the commenters on my blog told me about this on my blog after I updated my blog about this case. They said that Ghouls are not only in Tokyo but all over the world. But they said that this Ghoul is just a myth. Most likely not there are many ghouls now but they are still there and dangerous"

Sherlock got up from his knees and looked at John with a firm face. "don't believe that nonsense, John. Ghouls don't exist"

John looked at Sherlock who was now walking towards the security tape and immediately followed Sherlock. Lestrade remained silent. Maybe thinking about what John said. And Lestrade was sure, even Sherlock himself did not know the cause of death for the third of the three victims for now. For now, Scotland Yard is only assuming that this is a case of wild animal attack.

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"think about it, Sherlock. Surely some of the people we know are secretly ghouls. Ghouls can live among humans, act like humans and look like humans, what's different is their way of eating." John quickened his pace trying to keep up with Sherlock's pace.

Sherlock glanced at John and then his gaze was directed straight ahead. "Like you said, it's a myth. They don't exist and if they existed a long time ago we would both be their dinner if someone we know is secretly a Ghoul. You don't have to believe what you read in the comments. It's full of useless things"

John shook his head. " No. Listen here, Sherlock. Our murderer is out there still walking free and they can do the same thing as the three victims no matter where they are. Remember the first time we faced this case? Like Lestrade said the three victims were killed in the middle of the night and discovered by the public in the morning. Don't you find it strange? Ghouls come out at night to look for food just like wild animals and ordinary killers usually kill people whenever they want."

Sherlock stopped walking and looked at John with narrowed eyes. "The killer can plan the time and when they wants to start their work. All of this can happen if the killer really plans to start their killing work late at night. Seriously, John? How long have we been doing this job? Surely you know which one thing is true and not. Cannibals I can accept but Ghouls?" Sherlock walked back leaving John who still believed in such things.

John then looked at the figure of Sherlock who was continuing the journey without waiting for him or without looking at John. John sighed heavily. He still believes that his assumption is true which is why he asserts such a thing to Sherlock. He had a dubious feeling about this horrible case because if it was a wild animal attack, what animal would attack its victim so neatly? The bite of the wild animal is not the same as the bite mark on each victim's body. It looks like a human but has sharp teeth marks. Not to mention if a wild animal gets its prey, the animal will surely drag its prey to another place. But in this case, the corpse was found as if it had been left in a hurry. Only the splattered blood decorated the place where the body was found. Even some of the victim's organs and limbs disappeared without a trace.

But seeing Sherlock's reaction to his assumption made John think twice. Ghoul is just a myth and if it exists it will definitely raise questions for the people around it. In fact, this case is the same as in Tokyo a few years ago. Only it's in London. Returning to the comment on his blog, Ghouls are mostly in Japan because that is the place where Ghouls were 'born' and this is also quite rare if some Ghouls intend to move to other places other than Japan.

But, it could also be because Ghouls are indeed like humans, only their way of eating and diet is different from humans, causing them to have certain advantages and high stamina to survive compared to humans. And this makes them more dangerous. They have a sharp sense of smell and even sharp hearing makes them alert to the area and change of situation well. They are also able to extend their claws and their teeth become sharp, making them able to tear or grab their prey.

Not to mention, their eyes can change color and their vision is the same as an eagle's, making them able to identify their prey and prey from far and near. Stamina is strong and high causing them to move nimbly and quickly not to mention their quite extraordinary strength. And there is another advantage of them but it was not mentioned on the internet when John did research about Ghoul the day after the comment was on his blog. Bless whoever commented on that on his blog.

Not long after, John decided to change his course to another place to think after what he and Sherlock argued. He needed time and fresh air to refresh himself on that matter otherwise his mind would become cluttered with what he and Sherlock had argued about earlier. So, with the right foot, John made his way to a quieter and less busy place.

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It was a long day, every day was a long day for Sherlock who is still thinking about the serial murder case. Sherlock who decided to continue his journey without John decided to take a cab to Baker Street.

After he got into the cab, Sherlock stared out the cab window. Thinking about the assumption that John had made a moment ago. Ghouls. Heh, who still believes in the existence of human-eating creatures? Surely only people like John believe in such mythical things. All those are just words that people make up. The Ghoul is now gone, in fact it has been quite a while since the case regarding this Ghoul is gone. Who the fuk still believes in the existence of Ghoul? Cannibal Sherlock can accept but Ghoul?

Sherlock closed his eyes as he sighed heavily. With that, Sherlock enters the Mind Palace where all the evidence and useful information is stored.

Things are getting worse. All three bodies were found by the public, making it an unsettling sight for them. What's more, the police work became more and more noisy about it and Lestrade became worried about this case because the three victims were found two days apart. Anyone can be the target of this serial killer and it doesn't matter gender or old and young people. This causes people who live near the scene to be afraid and cautious to go out at night. They fear they will be the next victim.

Sherlock's eyes widened as soon as he entered his mind. Where he is now in his flat 221B in Baker Street. A place that is the main place in his mind if he wants to think. Sherlock looked at the investigation board behind him. All the red threads and photos of the victims and evidence are all written on the investigation board. All the red strings are connected into a line that has a connection with each picture.

Every picture there becomes a key pillar in the case and some evidence is definitely a clue about the serial killer. Sherlock's fingers caressed each picture as if he was reading each picture through his fingers though he was thinking about the way the serial killer committed the murders. Yes, serial killers and not wild animal attacks. Sherlock managed to make the assumption on the first day they found the first body that this was a case of murder and not a case of a wild animal attack because as John said when he was at the scene not long ago, the way the bites and tears are very neat and clean is far different from a wild animal attack.

Plus the bite mark is also approximately the size of a human mouth, only it is quite large and torn as if it was pulled and torn in a hurry.

But there is something. Something he knew but couldn't catch up. It is definitely not Moriarty seeing that he is dead for good and not Eurus seeing that for now Eurus is in the recovery center. But it is something that he is not sure about and only he can unravel it.

Sherlock jerked from his Mind Palace when the cab break was suddenly pressed causing the cab to jerk. Sherlock was breathing heavily in the back as if he was holding his breath underwater for a long time. The cab driver looked at Sherlock from the rearview mirror.

"Baker Street, sir" said the cab driver.

Sherlock nodded and took out his credit card and slid his credit card on the credit card pay stand. The cab door opened and Sherlock got out of the cab. His eyes looked at door 221B in front of him. Sherlock walked towards the black wooden door but stopped when he saw the knocker on the door straightened. Sherlock frowned.

'Strange..' Sherlock thought curiously. 'it's either Mycroft or a client with OCD.. better clients than Mycroft'

Sherlock tilted back the door knocker and took out the door key and inserted the key into the door knob. The doorknob was turned and Sherlock quickly stepped inside. Sherlock's eyes looked towards the stairs leading to his flat and the flat above. The sound of classical music from upstairs made Sherlock frown curiously. Although the classical music sounds faint, but it is clearly heard in this quiet three-story flat. Meaning, the new neighbor that Mrs Hudson told him had already moved into the empty flat.

Sherlock slowly took off his trenchcoat and blue scarf then he hung the two items on the hanger next to the door. His eyes were still looking at the stairs leading to the upper flat.

Sherlock then arranged his steps to go upstairs but before he could climb the stairs, the door to Mrs Hudson's flat opened. Mrs Hudson sighed heavily as she lifted a large plastic garbage bag in her hand. She still didn't notice the glimpse of Sherlock at the end of the stairs who was still standing with his right foot on the stairs.

Mrs Hudson then with all the energy she had, she tried to lift the garbage plastic bag with a groan. Sherlock, who had been looking at Mrs Hudson with a blank expression on his face, immediately walked towards Mrs Hudson.

"Here, let me lift it up" Sherlock said in a deep voice. His right hand was stretched towards the garbage plastic bag.

Mrs Hudson looked at Sherlock in surprise. "oh, Sherlock. It's okay, I can lift it up"

"I don't think you can lift it. Seeing you struggle to lift it is enough for you to need help. So, let me help" Sherlock then took the plastic garbage bag from Mrs Hudson's hands and lifted it as if it weighed nothing. Although many people think that Sherlock is rude and cold, it does not mean that he is not a gentleman and respects the elderly. Hell, he once helped Mrs. Hudson get flour from the tall cabinet just to make Sherlock's favourite cookies. So, that's because Mrs. Hudson treats Sherlock like her own son and Sherlock treats Mrs. Hudson like his own mother.

Mrs Hudson just smiled genuinely at Sherlock. "oh, what a gentleman Sherlock you are"

"Not quite gentlemen, Mrs Hudson." Sherlock replied and walked towards the back of the flat they lived in.

"well, have you noticed our new neighbor? She just arrived and moved here last afternoon. Turns out she is very sweet and polite." Mrs Hudson told Sherlock in a motherly voice

"yes, I notice that." Sherlock murmured and put the trash bag into the big black trash can.

"How about you introduce yourself to her? Maybe you two can get along well. Perhaps John will be delighted with this new neighbor seeing John always welcomes new people" Mrs Hudson suggested.

Sherlock looked at Mrs Hudson long and walked past her. "I'm sure John can introduce himself and me to her."

"But you can't do that. You need to get along with new people, especially your new neighbor. She's sweet, Sherlock. I'm pretty sure you and her can be good friends." Mrs. Hudson walked behind Sherlock. "Anyway, where's John? Aren't you guys always stuck with each other?" Mrs. Hudson added.

"we're not always stuck with each other, Mrs Hudson. John probably take fresh air. He'll know to come back. Besides, I think I pass your suggestions. She's likely not wanting to be friends with a rude man like me." Sherlock.

"Sherlock, you are not always rude. I know you are a gentle young man even though many people think otherwise. Why don't you just try to be friendly with her? Get to know her and socialize with her?" Mrs Hudson advised.

Sherlock ignored her and suddenly he began to take a deep sniff in the air. His nose suddenly caught a rather strange smell from the flat. Something iron mixed with vanilla scented upstairs. Sherlock stopped.

"That's a strange smell for perfume, isn't it?" Sherlock turned his gaze towards Mrs Hudson.

"Every female has their own perfume taste, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson replied.

Sherlock knew this kind of smell but still it couldn't be the smell of blood. Vanilla? probably the new neighbor likes that smell but, iron smell? This is weird. Surely there are no pipes in the flat that are already rusty. His experiment also did not involve blood. So why is there a familiar smell to him?

"Is our new neighbor someone who works in the medical field?" Sherlock stared at Mrs Hudson.

Mrs Hudson looked at Sherlock questioningly. "I'm not sure, dear. She's a bit mysterious, you know. I barely know her. So I respect her privacy" Mrs Hudson then got an idea. "Why don't you just do what I suggested earlier, hmm? Introducing yourself to her and get to know her if you want to know what she did throughout her life.  I'm sure you can get to know each other without me having to crack information from her."

"like i said, Mrs Hudson. I pass those suggestions from you. Let John do that" Sherlock went upstairs towards his own flat.

He opened his flat door with a burst as usual. Still thinking how come the door is not torn from the frame with how many he is bursting through that door. Sherlock stopped his movement and looked at the set of stairs leading to the flat above which is the flat occupied by his new mysterious neighbor.

The smell of metallic from there was quite strong, making Sherlock's mind pounding with questions. What is going on up there? The new neighbor is a woman like Mrs Hudson said. So who is she really?

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"You're late" Sherlock muttered, eyes closed as his palmed hands under his chin. Mind palace obviously.

John huffed as he undressed his black jacket and threw it behind his chair before sitting on his chair facing Sherlock.

"Well, I just came back from the bar actually. Need something strong to relieve stress" John signed while massaging his temples.

Sherlock hummed then opened his eyes and observed John. "Have you heard about our new neighbor upstairs?"

John glanced at Sherlock with furrowed eyebrows. "New neighbor? Upstairs? 221C? They've already moved?"

"Ms. Hudson suggested us to introduce ourselves to her" Sherlock spread his arms over the arm rest of his chair and unconsciously his fingers tapping the arm rest.

"A woman? Mrs Hudson suggested us to introduce ourselves to her?" John furrowed his eyebrows.

"She suggested to me but I want you to go." Sherlock replied flatly.

"Why not you? Mrs Hudson suggested to you first. I mean, I can go but why not you go, seeing as it was you who Mrs Hudson suggested first" John replied.

"I rather not" Sherlock muttered, avoiding eye contact with John.

"Sherlock, at least if you go, our new neighbor will feel welcome with us as her new neighbor seeing that she's the only woman besides Mrs Hudson who is willing to move here" John spoke.

"well, why isn't she the one who introduces herself? She's the new neighbor, of course she's the one who should greet us first" Sherlock protested.

John glared at Sherlock for a moment. Although his face looks calm but his eyes are a bit angry with Sherlock's behaviour. John sighed heavily and got up from his chair and walked out. Sherlock raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"where are you going?" Sherlock asked, confused.

"Upstairs, Introducing myself to our new neighbor since you decided to be a frog under the shell. You don't want to meet outsiders nor do you want to know about what's going on in the outside world" John said as he went upstairs ignoring Sherlock calling his name.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and quickly got up from his seat, rushing behind John towards the upstairs.

The metallic smell is gone only the vanilla. Weird. Sherlock frowned.

John reached the new neighbor's flat door and stood in front of the flat door. He glanced at Sherlock briefly before knocking on the door three times.

A sound of someone rushing could be heard from inside the flat.

"Coming!" a feminine voice shouted from inside the flat before the door was opened wide by a woman the same age as Sherlock dressed in a gray jumper and black pants.

You looked at John and Sherlock with an unrecognized look on your face. "yes?"

"Hi, I'm John Watson-"

"Doctor" Sherlock interrupted.

"And this is my flatmate Sherlock Holmes. We are your neighbors downstairs. Good to see a new face in this flat. It's been a long time since people moved here to stay in this old flat" John said with a warm smile.

You smile. "hi, I'm Y/n L/n. Just call me Y/n. I'm your new neighbor"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. Trying to read anything from you.

'same age'

'metallic smell is strong here'

'cracks in reddish nails, nail polish? looks like dry liquid, blood? Injured during cleaning?'

'slightly stooped standing posture, lack of self-confidence'

'lack of sleep, eye bags'

'Vanilla, perfume'

"come in, I can make some tea for a chat, yeah?" You invited them and turned to the side to let them in.

John and Sherlock entered your flat. The flat door was closed by you when they entered your flat. They both looked around your messy flat with boxes and items that had just been unpacked.

You shyly looked around as you noticed the state your new home is.

"err, sorry about the mess.. I just took the items out of the box.. so sorry about all this mess" you scratched your neck awkwardly.

John waved his hand as if he didn't care about the mess there as he already dealt with that a long time ago.

"You should see our flat" John chuckled.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at that. John and his charming cannot be separated. Sherlock walked around your flat curiously. John who is ripe with Sherlock's behavior just let him hang around your flat as long as he didn't cause any trouble. You warily glanced at him.

"So uh.. Where did you come from?" John began to start a conversation.

"oh from Y/H...I moved here on business that I need to avoid there" you replied, the corner of your eye still watching Sherlock's movement.

"boyfriend?" John continued.

"Ex-friends" you replied.

John nodded in understanding and decided not to ask that personal question again. He looked around your boxes. Some have not yet been opened, some have been opened and the items inside are mostly books, black discs and various types of drawing tools.

"Are you a painter?" John asked referring to your drawing board.

"It can be said.. I make masks actually.. For events" you said, half lied half not. Although, covered identities to hunt people is an event too, right?

John raised his eyebrows impressed. "You're the Mask Maker? That's the first I've heard" John grinned.

"thanks, most people don't know that is also a job for living" you said, smiling sweetly.

Sherlock stopped his movement when he found some interesting things in your box. He took that thing and inspected it. It's your mask. Your hunting mask.

"Strange pattern and shape.. What events do you always do?" Sherlock showed you your mask which is a black veil and two horns above the veils.

It may be simple but it is quite useful to eat and hide your whole face even though it is only made of black cloth.

"It's usually for Halloween or a dance party like a Masquerade ball. Mostly from Japan who always ask for this kind of shape for their masks" you lied smoothly even Sherlock seems to be buying with your deception.

He could read you but he can't read the whole other details about you. It's like you are Irene Adler where he cannot deduce anything from you even small details. You hide it quite carefully. Now this is quite intriguing.

You smacked your forehead lightly before chuckling. "oh, silly me.. I forgot to make tea for you two. I should go and make tea for you, okay?"

"oh it's okay, we won't be long"

"black two sugar" Sherlock and John said in unison.

You stopped and pressed your lips into a thin line. Not knowing how to respond.

"well, I should heat the water then.. Uh.. please, please sit down" you offered them before moving to the kitchen.

Sherlock and John take a seat on your couch. John glared at Sherlock.

"You shouldn't have said that, it was disrespectful" John said slowly.

"She's the one who offered, I'm just saying" Sherlock replied simply but his eyes were still on your mask box.

"yes but you shouldn't have said something like that. It's disrespectful" John said lowly, not wanting you to hear his argument with Sherlock.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, annoyed by what John said. Meanwhile you are in the kitchen standing at the kitchen counter with both hands holding the electric jug of hot water and pouring it into the teapot after you put the tea bags. You heard what they were arguing in the living room with your sensitive ears. You found it amusing with John who's yapping endlessly with Sherlock's respectful and disrespectful attitude. For you, you don't care about it because you know that they are guests and they have the right to tell what they want and don't want. As long as it's not something that goes beyond the limit.

After making the tea, you brought the tray into the living room and placed the tray containing the teapot and the 2 cups on the table in front of John and Sherlock. You grinned while pouring tea into the two cups.

"so, uh.. what are you two doing? It's not fair that you come here to welcome and get to know me. I also want to get to know and welcome you too" you said while handing the cup of tea to John.

John took the tea from you and grinned. "Uh, well. That's right. Well, I'm a Doctor. Like Sherlock said before. I work at a hospital near here permanently and well at one time I was a blogger." John explained.

"Doctor and Blogger? That's pretty impressive" you raised one eyebrow.

"yeah, but it's a bit of a hassle too." John scratched the back of his neck while chuckling lightly.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"So you are a blogger, what kind of topic do you always do? And where can I read it?" you smile

"I usually make topics about cases that Sherlock and I solved, actually. And you can read it online. My personal blog Doctor John H Watson "John replied, smiled.

"cases?" you turned your gaze on Sherlock. "Are you a Detective?"

"I’m a consulting detective. Only one in the world. I invented the job" Sherlock said coldly.

"Consulting Detective? Is it the same as a private detective?" You cocked your head to the side slightly.

John smirked at what you said. His mind played with the memory of when he met Sherlock a few years ago. The exact same questions were told to him by you.

"No, it means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me." Sherlock explained.

You nodded understanding and decided to change the question. "so, you haven't solved any cases now or are you in the phase to solve cases?" you looked at John and Sherlock.

"We are trying to investigate this new case. If you know, it is already in the news." John said while sipping tea.

"A new case? What case?" You looked at John curiously.

"The police said it was a case of wild animal attack." John said, clearing his throat as he put the tea cup back on the table.  "I'm surprised this case isn't as exciting as the previous case.. Well at least not yet"

"I just moved here so I miss a lot of things that happen here but seriously, wild animal attack? In London?" You frowned.

"There are many impossible things that can happen out there. Especially in London. But the police are still investigating that. We are trying to solve it, seeing that Sherlock probably has another theory about this attack" John remarked.

"You have your own theory? About that?" You stared at John intently.

"well.. " John cleared his throat. Eyes glanced at Sherlock before returning to you. "My theory is that, it's not just any wild animal attacks but it's a case of Ghouls"

You sweat dropped at that. Ghouls. As if you can't get away with that. Even if you have moved abroad, it does not mean that other Ghouls are not abroad. Wherever there are Ghouls because they have now increased throughout the years. Breeding or experiment.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at that. "oh, seriously John. You're not going to let this Ghouls thing go, aren't you?"

"Think about it again Sherlock. Cannibals won't attack and eat their victims directly. They prefer to kidnap them and eat them. Wild animals won't make neat bites like that." John defended.

"So uh.. Ghoul?" you try to naturalize the tone of your voice.

"yes, Ghoul. As you know I posted about this case in my blog and then one of the readers who read my blog commented their theories about Ghoul. So everything that has to do with this case is the same as the theories they told me" John paused. "You don't know what Ghoul is, don't you?" He added.

"not really.. Uh, I only heard rumors about them. So I barely know about their things" you lied through your teeth. Hoping that none of them sensed your lie.

John nodded in understanding while Sherlock looked at you suspiciously.

"You seem tense" Sherlock muttered. John side eyed him as if to tell him 'don't start'.

"well, when you mention something like that.. The one behind these attacks must still be out there, right? So it's not safe to walk alone to work or anywhere. They or it will probably make me the next victim if I'm off guard" you mumbled, looking at your lap. Fingers fidgeting with each other pretending that you are anxious.

Sherlock nodded, for now he just let it slide. He has nothing to accuse you about these attacks, although he himself doesn't know why he feels this case has anything to do with you. He just can't put his finger on it. Who are you.. really. So far he only knows that you moved to London because your ex friend in your hometown and you are a mask maker. But something inside him told him that you are more than that.

"What kind of customers do you always make a mask for?" Sherlock asked, attempting to change the topic.

"For the rich. Sometimes there are middle class. But mostly first class. They pay handsomely for the mask I make. Though, money is not my problem." You replied, genuinely. "Are you interrogating me?" you cocked your head slightly.

"what makes you say that?" Sherlock frowned.

"You asked me questions that only the police ask. Although, it sounds like the police, but are you interrogating me?" the beginning of your narrowed eyes.

"No.. I'm merely just asking you a simple question because I'm interested in what you're doing" Sherlock replied smoothly.

"Most people don't find what I do interesting" you shrugged.

"I'm not most people. And I'm genuinely interested in what you're doing. I find it intriguing" Sherlock replied.

John observing the conversation of the two of you silently, sipping his tea. He wants to know where this conversation is going but he is afraid that this conversation will take a turn that it shouldn't, seeing that Sherlock seems to be onto something.

"right, if you said so. What other things do you want to know about my job then?" You crossed your legs. Eyes focusing on Sherlock.

"Well, you're good at sketching. Do you perhaps know about human anatomy?" Sherlock stared at you intently.

"A little bit, though I only sketched faces for mask design. Why?" you raised your eyebrow at him.

"Just want to warn you who are neighbors with me, you will pass through some unpleasant smells like the smell of something sizzling or smoke because I usually do experiments at undetermined times" Sherlock warned.

"and that includes?" you stared at him.

"human body parts" Sherlock said simply.

"That doesn't explain why you asked me if I know human anatomy" you narrowed your eyes.

"Perhaps I need your help for an experiment" Sherlock muttered.

You were silent for a moment. Heart beats fast at this. Does he know what you are? or perhaps he doesn't know but he wants to find out about you. Is this about the mysterious attacks they are both working on?

"I'm only a mask maker, Sherlock" You said.

"then why is there a smell of blood here?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you.

"sorry?"

"the smell of blood here. It is very strong. Although I know the smell of blood when I smell one due to me being working on many cases involving blood. So why, the smell of blood here is strong?" Sherlock said, suspiciously.

"Sherlock, I think this is already-" John tried to cut off the tension.

"Are you talking about the meat that I took out of the freezer to cook? Yeah, the smell of the meat's blood is very unpleasant, isn't it? Maybe after you two go back to your flat, I'll wash it for dinner" you said, boldly. "Honestly, Sherlock. Are you accusing me for being the one behind the attacks that I barely know?" now you displeased with what Sherlock accused. How dare he accuse you of something you didn't do. Yes, you are a ghoul but you don't attack people at will. You always take human flesh at the morgue or if someone wants to attempt suicide who willingly becomes your food. Never had you ever attack people if you are hungry. You can control your hunger well.

Sherlock blinked his eyes at you. He lost all the words he said. John glared at him, dissatisfied with what Sherlock did earlier. Accusing someone who just moved to this country and barely knows about the case. Now this is out of control.

You gave Sherlock a death stare before shifting your gaze to John. "I think it would be good if you both return to your flat. I don't want to continue this unpleasant conversation anymore. I have other things to do" you uttered idly.

"uh, yes. Of course. So sorry about him." John apologized, giving you a reassuring smile before he dragged Sherlock out of your flat.

Sherlock seems unfazed that he himself was dragged out of your flat by John, only after you closed the door of your flat with force Sherlock seems out of his mind. He sucked his breath and looked at your flat door.

"right, what was that?" John stared at him with his dangerously calm face.

"I'm trying to prove my point" Sherlock turned his gaze on his flatmate.

"what point? hmm? The point that you accuse her for being the one behind this attack? Are you accusing her for being a cannibal who kept the body parts of the corpse that we are trying to solve?" John hissed, eyes showing rage even though his face was calm.

Sherlock seemed to lose all the words he wanted to throw at John. His mind is racing with the thought that he couldn't place something about you. He seemed to want to prove his point that you have about this case but he doesn't know what it is.

John massaged his nose in frustration. "Look, we should welcome our new neighbor and build a good relationship with her. Not accuse her of what she didn't do. That woman is too good, she's not mad at us even though she should be mad at us because of you. She barely knows about any of these, for God's sake!" John lowered his voice. He turned his back toward Sherlock as he took a deep breath trying to calm himself before he continued.

John leaned forward slightly as if he wanted Sherlock to hear his words clearly while pressing his thumb and index finger together.

"Listen, I don't want to tell you this again -"

"-the don't"

"-Because you're the type who doesn't understand the language with all the warnings I give-"

"-I understand the language well-"

"-then understand what I'm saying!" John released a heavy breath. "Just stop this.. Stop accusing someone if you yourself have no evidence to accuse someone. She didn't do anything wrong since she moved here. She wants to start a new life here, not for you to destroy her new life. Just because you are frustrated that there's no evidence yet doesn't mean you can turn in someone who is innocent to do such unforgivable things"

Sherlock stared at him absently. He doesn't know what to say as he knows what John said is right. He shouldn't accuse someone for being the one who did this cruel crime. But knowing Sherlock, he probably has another way to prove his point.

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[errorpeachy]

hello :) i hope you are having a fantastic day ^^. I'm currently re-watching soul eater and am in soul eater blog mode fgujergiub- would it be possible for me to request crona, death the kid, patty, and maka with a very apologetic, nurturing, and motherly fem! s/o? like she always cooks for them, and whenever something isn't even their fault they blame it on themselves and apologize like crazy? she also overworks herself a lot? thank you :) have a fantastic day :D - nonnie :)

🍑💭: That’s completely okay! I’m like this too so this was really fun to write!

Pairing: crona, dtk, patty, maka (separate) x fem! reader

genre: headcanons

cw: fem/fem presenting reader

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪

『••✎••』

𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕒

❥ Have they died and gone to heaven?

❥ No but seriously they are so thankful for your existence

❥ You’re like a saving grace after all the things they went through with Medusa, they love you so much omg

❥ You must always cook for three because if you don’t, Ragnarok tries to eat Crona’s food (menace to society)

❥ They’re always quick to express their love for your food, often saying “This is really good… thank you for cooking.”

❥ Any time you do anything for them, they make sure to thank you, it’s very sweet and it shows that they appreciate everything

❥ In terms of being apologetic, they get it. They’re like that too

❥ However, just because they’re the same way doesn’t mean they let you get away with it

❥ “It’s okay, you didn’t even do anything wrong. There’s no need for apologizing.”

❥ They’re very reassuring, and it’s like a breath of fresh air from your constant worrying

❥ While they appreciate you doing things for them, they’ll take over if they notice you’ve overworked yourself

❥ Their words are firm, and they tell you “Go rest, Y/N. I’ve got it, I promise. I don’t want you to make yourself more tired…”

❥ You both compliment eachother so well :’)

❥ (can you tell they’re my favorite character)

𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕕

❥ Oh he adores you

❥ Although there’s never really much to clean, considering he keeps the mansion spotless, he appreciates it when you try to keep it tidy

❥ Falls in love all over again if you fix things up to make them symmetrical again before he notices and freaks out

❥ You help him with his OCD in little ways and he adores you for it, you don’t see him as weird and that makes him so happy

❥ Loves your cooking. The sisters love it too and will force him to invite you to spend the night just to eat your food and steal you away for girl talk

❥ While he can be straight faced most times, he’s very dramatic whenever you tell him he isn’t asymmetrical garbage when he’s having a meltdown

❥ “Really? Y/N- you’re the best girlfriend ever, seriously!-“ followed up by dramatic sobbing

❥ He’s pretty blunt when it comes to you being apologetic. You don’t do anything too bad most times, so there’s no need for a repeated apology

❥ “Hush, you’ve done nothing too bad. A quick sorry was enough, there’s no need for repetition.”

❥ While you do take care of him in some aspects, he’s quick to do the same with you

❥ Again, he’s very blunt. If he doesn’t want you to do something, he’ll be straight up

❥ “Y/N, you look exhausted. I’ve noticed you’ve been working hard lately, so go lie down and take a nap. No arguing.”

❥ All in all, he’s firm but caring in the way he treats you <3

𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕪

❥ Oh this ball of sunshine just loves you

❥ She’s very childish (and clinically insane) so you’re a really big help for her

❥ She draws you pictures. You hang all of them up on your wall. Couple goals

❥ Liz is an overprotective sister, so she was pretty threatening until she realized you were basically harmless

❥ Patty likes your cooking. She always wants you to teach her how to cook, but any time she tries to help, something ends up going wrong

❥ You both just laugh it off and order pizza when that happens

❥ Very often, she’ll ask you random questions, and you always do your best to answer them

❥ “Hey Y/N, why are giraffe’s necks so long?” “It’s because they evolved to have longer necks to reach tall trees for food, dear.” “Ohhh! Haha, you’re so smart!”

❥ She’s always confused when you start getting overly apologetic

❥ “What are you apologizing for silly? You didn’t do anything!”

❥ She’s not one to notice if you’re tired, but if Kid points it out or you mention something about it she’s quick to jump to caring for you

❥ “Hey hey! Why don’t you go rest? We can cuddle! Doesn’t that sound great?”

❥ She’s so cute :’)))

𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕒

❥ Same lol

❥ She is also a mom friend, just more aggressive

❥ You guys do a lot of things together, like cleaning and cooking

❥ The two of you cook together pretty often! Maka really likes it, she finds it fun and it’s a nice way to spend time with her loving girlfriend

❥ You often buy her new books to read and she is so thankful for it

❥ She doesn’t like it when you get apologetic. She’ll frown at you and listen to your rambling before cutting you off

❥ “Hey, it’s alright. Don’t apologize, ‘Kay? You didn’t do anything.”

❥ She overworks herself too, so she’s aware she’s being hypocritical when she calls you out and scolds you for not resting

❥ But she loves you and just wants you to take care of yourself :(

❥ “What do you mean you haven’t been sleeping right? Have you been staying up trying to work?” “Well, yes, but-“ “no buts! You’re taking a nap with me right now!”

❥ She gets free cuddles out of it so it’s a win win!

❥ She likes the fact you’re much more passive, it helps calm her down

❥ The two of you r just so similar, it leads to great bonding experiences <333

[tevanbegins]

Hello everyone! Now that Grey's extra long hiatus is finally over, I'm back here to ramble! 🤪

My thoughts on 18x09:

Oh dear God, my heart broke for poor Levi! 💔 It was traumatising to watch him in this much pain and anguish! 😖😰

But I must say, Krista didn't disappoint with how she wrote this episode for Levi and Nico.

I'm super glad that Nico is being given scenes other than Schmico this season, allowing him to be more than Levi's boyfriend and a chance to show that he is also a badass orthopedic surgeon!

Levi's portrayal of trauma was intense; he didn't speak a single word yet all his emotions were so raw and palpable! 😭

The Schmico crumbs were also well-written. It is clear as a crystal how much Nico is in love with Levi and is such a great boyfriend to him. Having gone through a similar situation himself in the past, he knew exactly how to be there for Levi without invading the space he needs to cope at this point. 💓 I sincerely hope that the writers don't use Levi's depression as an opportunity to ruin their relationship; instead, I pray it grows stronger. 🤞🏽🙏🏽🕯️🕯️🕯️

I also liked that Jo and Taryn were actually good friends to Levi this time around. For the first time ever, I could tolerate any Jovi scene! And I appreciate how Taryn didn't ignore Nico and kindly and patiently explained to him what had happened to Levi. If they continue to be this way then I'll stop complaining about Levi's BFFs.

I can't tell you how much I hated Richard and Bailey because of how harsh they were to Levi after the incident! 😠 Bailey has OCD yet it didn't occur to her that Levi's excessive hand washing was not normal to just dismiss it like that? And don't even get me started on Richard — all he cared about was the cancellation of his teaching method. He told Link that Levi wasn't available to scrub in on Owen's surgery but didn't even bother to tell Nico to check in on his boyfriend when he was right there in the scans room! 👿 The only way I can forgive these two now is if they take some efforts to help Levi regain his lost confidence.

On the other hand, Meredith showed so much empathy towards Levi! Plus she called him her favourite resident. It was everything! 💖 Even Link called him the best resident, and it made me quite proud of how far Levi has come. 🤗 Yes, he has had a major setback now but I'm sure he'll get past this eventually!

That's all. I hope Levi gets through this dark phase and is back to his goofy self soon. Can't wait for the next episodes!

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

Camren Timeline (Tittle edited)

Hello, dear Anon.

I’m gonna answer your questions in order.

1) 2012-2016. This is the timeline that I’m gonna explain just because so you can go check based on the concerts, interviews, etc. Compared to the first years, the timeline from 2017 to today is much simpler because they’ve broken up very few times. This one here that I’m gonna explain (2012-2016), is based on what I know and also my theories. You can, as usual, disagree with me.

In January 2017, Camila talked about the evolution of her music during Lena Dunham’s Women of the Hour podcast, by explaining how she created her life story through the songs she wrote. Starting precisely from the age of 15, when she had her first kiss. She practically and inadvertently exposed the lie she has always been forced to tell regarding the famous first kiss she had when she was ‘17’. [The entire podcast has been removed, unfortunately. But you can go listen to the audio posted by 5HxCC News on Youtube, called ‘CAMILA CABELLO TALK FIRST KISS ON PODCAST’.]

According to the calculations, the kiss must have occurred between December 20, 2012, that is when X-Factor ended, and January 17, 2013, that is when they signed the contract with Syco/Epic in Los Angeles. My guess? It happened that same New Year’s Eve when the Cabellos spent it over at the Jaureguis.

Throughout 2013 until the beginning of April 2014, L and C had a strange relationship. They were friends, but they behaved and did things you wouldn’t do with a friend. Doesn’t that ring a bell? Oh, hello ‘Like Friends Do’!

2014: Become official in early April and broke up in late November. Small parenthesis. They were both 17 years old in April 2014. Oh, hello to you too ‘Used to This’!

2015: From the end of December 2014/the very first days of January 2015, to the beginning of April. From mid-July to mid-October. From the beginning of November to almost mid-December, they did a continuous on-again, off-again that lasted throughout 2016.

2016: from almost mid-January to mid-February. From early March to early April. From mid-May to early June. This makes me laugh. Only the first few days of August, then from mid-August to the end of August, and again, in hops the first days of September, and from after those hops, until almost the end of September. From early October to almost mid-October (broke up only for a few days), and then until mid-November. And lastly, only a few days in mid-December.

2) Camila suffers from one of the variants of OCD since she was 8, and despite seeing a therapist since 2013, her OCD was diagnosed at the end of 2015. C also suffers from anxiety, panic attacks, mood disorders, and depression (all linked to her OCD). These are things that we’ve been able to witness with our own eyes on more than one occasion. She’s always tried to bottle everything up and not show herself ‘weak’ in front of people, in front of us fans. The last thing she wanted was to let people know how much she was really struggling, and therefore, she always tried to disguise it as best she could. Many times, even using her humor as a shield. Picture certain events like a time bomb. Picture her depression as a progression ready to explode:

March 2015, mild. October, November, December 2015, and January 2016, medium. From June to August 2016, high, + explosion in early September, which consequently led to the permanent presence of mama Sinu.

Everything has been derived and therefore worsened by: 1) The rhythms that have always been crazy. 2) Having to deal with many people every day. 3) Having grown up in the spotlight and being constantly observed. 4) Labels that told them what to do (through management) even when they just had to breathe. 5) The expectations and the pressure they’d put on her for being chosen as the chosen one. 6) Having her relationship secretly because they’d rather pass her off as a killer rather than queer/bisexual/gay or in any case associate her romantically with a girl. 7) All the hatred constantly received.

And the list goes on… Anxiety consumed her life for a long time. Now comes and goes.

3) Yes, of course Laurinah were there for her. As were Ashlee, Normani, Ally, Hoko, Michel'Le, Lauren (Fuller), Roger, and a few other crew members who were with them on the tour. As were her family, Jenny, Sandra, Marielle, Mariana, Brooke, Megan, Tica, Rebecca, Guido, Steven, Javi, and her other Miami friends.

Guys, Camila is a private person. The fact that she’s private, however, doesn’t mean that at the time or now, she doesn’t have other friends. It wasn’t just Lauren, Dinah, and Ashlee. And as for 5H, of course Mani and Ally were there for her too, contrary to what they want us to believe. Just think about it. And don’t think that only Dinah was their captain. Who was the one who went to Taylor’s ‘1989 Tour’ concert with Camila? Who was the one who went with them to the famous 1975 concert in Los Angeles on April 16, 2014? Who was the one who tried to protect them from the paparazzi in London in 2015? And instead, who was the one who always helped them lie during interviews? Who was the one who could never manage to control her expressions at first glance in questions that caught them off guard?

Ally and Mani were captains as much as Dinah. There are billions of interviews that prove it. In their own way, they always helped and teased them. Think of the video where Ally fakes a laugh as Lauren loudly slaps C’s ass, who screams “Lauren!” Think about the performances of specific songs. One, for example, is ‘They Don’t Know About Us’, and Norminah always teased them especially during that song. Think about when fans asked Ally if Camren was real and she ran away, laughing and not answering. Think of Mani during the ‘BOSS or TOSS’ game. There are millions of other examples.

4) 3 times. But, as we saw with Dinah in that 2017 video, they may have given her intravenous therapies when she needed it. It’s common, especially for overworked artists.

Oh and, guys. I saw that the audio of the uncut interview with Hitz FM station that the girls did in Malaysia on July 6, 2016, which was released on August 5, has returned to spread. I don’t know why it’s back to spreading now since I heard it already, if I’m not mistaken, in 2017, and saved it a couple of years ago. But anyway, that’s not the point. The point is, I saw that they wrote what Camila says, and it’s wrong. Listen to the audio even at full volume if you want, but C doesn’t say ‘False’. This is what happens:

I (Interviewer): “This one an interesting one. Are Camila and Lauren dating?”

L: “No”

C: “Ugh, Jesus Christ”

I: “Yeah, I know” at the same time as what he says, C laughs awkwardly as a result of her comment “It comes down on Google 'cause people are googling it!”

L: “No! It’s amazing how people continue to do that”

I don’t know if whoever wrote that heard wrong or what. If it’s one of those “which name do you hear, Yanny or Laurel?” cases, you know? But I just wanted to point this out to you. That’s all.

Okay. Love u, guys. Stay safe, please. With love, Faby.

___

I decided to post this twice because I want to add this to a masterpost (Once I figure out how to do that)

But for real, this timeline is insane. I knew about a lot of those stuff except the last one about that interview. insane.

[gerrydelano]

selfie reaction ask dump, i suppose! i don’t want to spam, but you guys spoil me dkjfhdj thank you ;_;

i might. come back and add the other ones i’d already answered into this later if my OCD bites me again but i think for now i’m okay WHEW.

anon: Ron your selfie literally took my breath away. Like I scrolled down and saw your picture and stopped breathing for a sec! You look amazing! Hot butch hours indeed 💗

this ask made me burrow into my blankets thank you jhkbn

anon: oh dear god youre much too handsome i am a bit overwhelmed. hi. hello there. wowzers. youre real cool oh man

YOU’RE overwhelmed? I’M overwhelmed this is Too Kind i’m just a little guy it’s okay!

anon: hello you are vvv cute you look like the sort of person who gives vv like warm firm hugs if that makes sense

it makes sense! i get this a lot & i’m told that it’s accurate advertising uwu thank you! gives you a BIG strong hug

anon: mugging anon from before who said your gender was 'he/he/he' here. i was only half joking when i said that i wanted your gender. but now??????

you know when like, you look at one of those celebrities and ur like 'do i wanna be you or are you just really handsome/beautiful/whatever it is that you prefer???' you sir are walking that line very tightly. how dare you make me have a gender crisis 🔫 /j /lh

but in all seriousness, you look really good :D

FIRST A MUGGING, NOW AN ALL OUT THREAT? put the gun down please i have a family,

okay that is a boldfaced lie BUT aaaa this is really nice of you djgfhd thanks! my gender is available online for free download if you just google “husband has the personality of a golden retriever” it should be somewhere out there

@suncrayon: HOT BUTCH HOURS INDEED ! and uh. Arms 😮❤️ also DAMN not helping my desire to get more piercings your eyebrow looks so coooool :00

arms 😎 made for huggin an holdin. GET THOSE PIERCINGS YOU WANT! life is too short to not put metal in our faces! i am always going to be an Enabler when it comes to this do itttt

anon: im literally

like ur my fave tumblr artist and ur literally so cute??? amazing

took me a second to reconcile that writing and music = art so i was like Oh Me? but WAUGH... thank you this is really nice of u ;A; !

@agenderbisexual: ok hi i'm late very sorry but! HOT BUTCH HOURS! The Genders TM,,,

CRIES.... jack i love you 🥺 Genders....................

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7/8

anon: I want you to know I misread one of the asks regarding your selfie as

“HOT BITCH HOURS INDEED!!!!”

which, I mean, you absolutely may not like as a phrase

but like. if you wanted. then yes definitely

that’s actually my two genders. butch and bitch equally. <3 

kjnKJDNkjndkjne thank you i’m losing it

[theyanderespecialist]

First Times 1 (One Shot) Alastor X Michelle OC (Teasing With Cajun) (Hazbin Hotel) (Yandere)

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Hello My Sexy Readers this was an idea from my co author and man I came so much XD like legit Alastor and that fucking accent XD If they ever do a episode with him with that accent I die XD Legit XD anyways hope you enjoy this chapter!]

(Alastor's pov)

I sat there nervous as I was uncomfortable with being touched as I gripped the chair. "Oh come on Alastor, I'm even wearing gloves."

"Doesn't make it any easier!"

"Well you said I could brush your hair." Michelle said as she hit my ear.

"Oops." She used her hand as a way to create a barrier as I tense.

"Hey it's okay." She said as she rubbed my ear suddenly as I tense before I relaxed as she continued as I started to close my eyes before I felt more pressure being placed on them as my eyes snapped open as I tensed, shaking as I feel her grab both ears as I shake more, gripping the chair arms as I see the gloves on the table.

She was touching me with her hands stroking my ears and I shudder I never felt something so wonderful.

(he's more ocd than me And sensory is competing with mine)

I could feel her leaning on me as she smirked. "Is this why you want me to wear gloves~?" I hear her tease as I shudder, my whole body feeling warm.

(XD That is true vivive says he even break his own neck to avoid being touch XD like someone leans to kiss him just snap his neck and let it dangle until the person leaves XD)

"No...~" I say but moan at the end of it. What was this feeling. Yes I knew I had feelings for her. But here I am loosing to myself to something I have never felt before

(except they have a kink for broken necks xD)

(XD)

"oh it's okay, it's a natural reaction." She said leaning over, her one hand still petting me while the other goes to touch me as I pull back. This was already out if my comfort zone for touching as she stopped and put on the glove as she held my face stroking it before trailing it down.

"And it's only natural to act on these feelings..but you haven't have you.?"

"I-I never--" I hear her give a small laugh.

"No no not laughing at you I just, well j should have expected that response. Here why don't I show you... how to deal with these feelings?" She asked as she reached over, her hand on my stomach

"Even if your Asexual, Alastor this is a nature function of your body no shame in it." She says and unbuckles my my belt slowly. "Let me take care I have plenty of experience and help guide many people."

I growled and gripped the chair nails digging in the chair tearing it. I did not like the idea of her with anyone else. I do not know why but it made me so angry.

"oh Al don't worry that was before I died." She said rubbing my head once more as she pulled down my pants as she kissed her hand before placing it on my forehead.

(Aw that's kinda cute to not push him with too many new experiences)

I felt my face burn at that as my smiled widened, I knew I probably looked like one of those men who was dizzy with a dame.. because I was.

"Now if it becomes to much you tell me. I do not want to force you into something your not read for my dear." She says and smiles with love.

Nodded before jumped when she wrapped her hand around me as I kicked my leg out. "Woah Woah Woah there it's all good calm down. Save down of that energy." She teased as she started to move her hand as I clench the chair arms. "That's it.."

"I've never felt this.. it's odd.."

"but good?" She asked as I could only nod

"If your not used to it it will feel strange. When I sometimes sit down and my clit rubs against the chair i jolt because it feels so strange. Then again I have not done anything sexual since I been in hell. Your the first person I done this with in hell. So in a way your my first to~" she purrs continuing to stroke my cock

I could only let out pants with little moans as her other hand was still rubbing my ear with no barrier between the two. I wanted to be her first. I wanted to be her only one she kept going before smirking as she slowed a little.

"Wh--" I see her just smirking. She was playing with me. Two could play at that.

"Aw Cher come awn now. Ya don't do dat ta someone."

Her face went from dusty pink of her demon skin to bright red. "Don-Dont talk like that~" She moans shuddering.

(XD He going make me fluster XD He better not say Oh Michelle I am legit blushing XD)

"oh maw darling Michelle, ya seem ta like ta tease, only fair ya know what it feels like, now keep going cher~"

"I-I" She says so fluster but nodded. "Okay."

She continue to stroke my ear and cock and I thrust up in her hand. I loved this side of her from so confident to fluster embarrassed. I just got her to feel like that just from my human accent~

Course she also got like that with my normal voice but my accent, well that was a sure fire way. I grip the chair. "T-Take da glove off cher." I said. "I need ta feel ya hand on me mawn Ange"

She shudder and nodded making embarrassed and fluster noises. I like her like this fluster and embarrassed because of me. It felt good getting such a reaction out of her~ She took the glove off both hands and then stroke my cock and ear and I moan her skin was so soft~

(i already came like xDtwice Ahh that accent)

((XD Same XD and when it is directed at me XD Oh my little heart cant take it~~~ X3)

"oh dats it cher~ yes oh god!" I felt this odd sensation as I looked at her before grabbing her head and pulling her into a kiss as I felt myself cum as I held her until I stopped as she pants, her lipstick a little smeared.

"w-Wow.. I-I.. think I need a cold shower. ." she muttered as I grabbed her.

"Now ya'll ain't going no where cher~"

(welp these panties and pants are done for~ XD Cum everywhere)

[XD Yep this panties and pants are beyond saving XD Just let them go and strip I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy my friends!]

[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 47

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 47 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 47/? SUMMARY: Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

[A/N - Oh my god. We’ve come to the final episode of this book! I’m both ready and not ready.]

“Every ship I go on, they just shoot at me. Handles, I said, put me on a ship. I didn't say, put me on a Dalek ship. Don't put me on a Dalek ship when I'm holding a broken bit of Dalek!” the Doctor ranted. He hit the Cyberman head with the Dalek arm and it bounced off and hit him in the head. “Ow!”

Elise sat reading a book on the stairs.

“You could help, you know?” he snapped.

Elise ignored him. She’d been feeling sad lately, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“You did not indicate a preference,” Handles told the Doctor.

“Use your head.” He picked it up and carried it around the control room. “It's not like you've got a lot of alternatives. They're all here. Daleks, Sontarans, Terileptils, Slitheen. And they're not even fighting, they're just parked. Why?”

“The message was received throughout the universe.”

“Yes, yes, the message, the message. Even I can't translate it. I mean, why is everyone here if they don't understand it?”

“You're here.”

“Well, you know, I'm OCD. What's their excuse? What does this message mean?”

The phone started ringing and the Doctor put Handles back on his stand. “Oh, no. And remind me I've got to patch the telephone back through the console unit. This is getting ridiculous.”

“Thank you!” Elise said, “I don’t know why you moved it in the first place.”

“Attention. Information available,” Handles said.

“Okay?” the Doctor said.

“You must patch the telephone device back through the console unit.”

“No, no. No, no, no, no. No, not now. Remind me later.”

“When?”

“I don't know. Just later. Just pick a time.”

“When?”

“I don't know. Just any old time. When you think I've forgotten.”

“When?”

“Just pick a random number, express that number as a quantity of minutes, and when that time has elapsed, remind me to patch the telephone back through the console unit.”

“Affirmative.”

“How those Cyber-evenings must fly.”

“You know, this would easier if you just let me do it,” Elise told him.

“No, no.”

“But you never let me work on the TARDIS!”

“I do too.”

“You do not!”

The Doctor opened the door and grabbed the telephone. “Hello, the TARDIS. Ding dong. Okay, brilliant. I may be a bit rusty in some areas, but I will glance at a manual.” The Doctor ran a hand through his hair.

He walked over to the console, phone in hand, and picked up Handles. “Oh, that was quick. It's a roller coaster this phone call. Well, I hope you're nicer to the next one. So? Yeah, I did that once and there's no easy way to get rid of an android. Yeah.”

The scanner picked up a new spaceship entering the orbit of the planet.

“Handles, that's a new ship. Okay, we'll take the TARDIS this time. Sorry, missed that last bit. Got to dash.” The Doctor hung up.

Elise was looking at him. “Clara, again?”

“Yes. She wants us to come for Christmas dinner.” He ran out of the TARDIS with Handles and then quickly ran back in.

The phone started ringing again, so he popped out to grab it again. “I'm being shot at by Cybermen! Yeah, why not?”

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

Clara came running into the TARDIS, soon after they landed. “Doctor, I so need you!”

“Clara!”

“No, stop, stop, don't move. Don't do anything,” Clara told him.

He was naked. Completely naked. “Why? What is it? What's wrong?”

Clara turned around, facing the door. “You're naked.”

“Yes, I am naked. I wondered if you'd notice.”

“Doctor, why are you naked?”

“Because I'm going to church.” In the blink of an eye, he had clothes on again. “Better?”

Clara turned back around. “Oh, that was quick.”

“Hologram clothes, projected directly onto your visual cortex.”

“So you're still naked underneath?”

“Everybody's naked underneath.”

“Ugh, don't say things like that. It's Christmas. Come and meet my family.” Clara noticed that a certain redhead was missing. “Where’s Elise?”

The Doctor scratched the back of his neck. “Um, not coming.”

“What do you mean?”

“Elise...well you know how she is.” How could he explain that the last Christmas dinner they’d had was with Amy and Rory?

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

Elise was in the control room when they re-entered the TARDIS.

Clara was carrying an uncooked turkey.

“You can't keep using the TARDIS like this,” he told her.

“Like what?”

“Missed birthdays, restaurant bookings. And please, just learn how to use iPlayer.”

They went underneath the console.

“Ooo, vortex cooking?” Clara asked, placing it inside.

“Yep, exposure to the time winds. It'll either come up a treat, or just possibly lay some eggs,” the Doctor said.

“Information available,” Handles told them.

“What's that?” Clara asked.

“Oh, just a bit of a Cyberman. He'll get us to the church on time,” the Doctor explained.

“I have developed a fault,” Handles said.

“The organics are all gone, but there's still a full set of data banks. Found it at the Maldovar market.” The Doctor flipped a switch and they were back where they were before Clara called them.

“Planet identified from analysis of message,” Handles said.

“Right, cool. Go on then. Okay, tell us, what is the planet? Go on,” the Doctor told him.

“Processing official designation. Processing.”

“Okay, in your own time, dear. Don't rush.”

“So why haven't you just gone down there and had a look?” Clara asked.

“It's shielded. Even the TARDIS can't break through it.”

“Gallifrey,” Handles said finally.

“What did you say?”

“Excuse me?” Elise asked.

“Gallifrey,” Handles repeated.

“What are you talking about? Gallifrey? What do you mean?” the Doctor asked.

“Confirmed. Planet designation, Gallifrey.”

The Doctor grabbed Handles and walked him over to the monitor. “You see that? Gallifrey is our home. I know it when I see it. That is not Gallifrey.”

“Doctor, are you okay?” Clara asked.

“It's not Gallifrey. Gallifrey is gone.” He walked over to the door and opened it.

“Unless, unless you saved it. You thought you might have,” Clara said.

“Even if it worked, it’s still in its own pocket universe,” Elise said.

They went back inside.

“It can't be,” the Doctor breathed

. A loud fog horn blast came from outside.

“What's that?” Clara asked.

They looked outside and saw a big square spaceship.

“Papal Mainframe. It's like a great big flying church. The first ship to arrive. They are the ones who shielded the planet. They can get us down there,” the Doctor explained.

A large holographic face appeared and the Doctor bowed.

“A friend of yours?” Clara asked.

“Tasha Lem, the Mother Superious,” the Doctor said.

Tasha crooked her finger at them.

“Oh, she's inviting us aboard.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked her. Swallow this.” He held out a little pile to Clara.

“What is it?”

“Your hologram projector. You can't go to church with your clothes on.” He blew a kiss to Tasha and landed the TARDIS inside the mainframe. He held out a small pile to Elise. “Take it.”

“I’m not going in there with no clothes on.”

“Elise, you have to. It’s disrespectful.”

“I don’t care.”

“Elise Amelia Smith.”

Elise took it from him and swallowed it.

Clara tried hard not to laugh.

Despite being well over 500 years old, she still acted like a spoiled child sometimes.

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

They entered the Papel Mainframe.

“I don't feel like I'm wearing anything,” Clara said.

“I know. Relaxing, isn't it?” the Doctor asked.

They walked between two rows of soldiers.

“What is this place?”

“The Church of the Papal Mainframe, security hub of the known universe.”

“A security church?”

“Yep. Keeping you safe in this world and the next.” The Doctor bowed and Clara curtseyed.

Elise did nothing.

“I venerate the exaltation of the Mother Superious,” the Doctor said.

“Welcome to the Church of the Papal Mainframe. Your nudity is appreciated,” the man standing next to Tasha said.

“Hey, babes,” Tasha said.

“Loving the frock,” the Doctor told her.

“Is that a new body? Give us a twirl.”

The Doctor spun around. “Tash, this old thing? Please, I've been rocking it for centuries.”

“Nice though. Tight.”

Elise wanted to gag.

“So, er, hello. Also here,” Clara said.

“Elise, Clara, this is Tasha Lem, the Head of the Church of the Papal Mainframe. Tash, this is my…my associate, Clara Oswald. Miss Clara Oswald,” the Doctor introduced.

“And the girl?” Tasha asked.

Before Elise could open her mouth, the Doctor answered, “My daughter. Elise.”

“Daughter? My, Doctor, you’ve been busy.”

The Doctor blushed.

“Exquisite tattoo, by the way.” Tasha turned to her second in command. “We'll go to my chapel. All honors in place, no sacrifices required.”

“Oh, well that’s good,” Elise quipped.

Tasha smiled. “She has quite the attitude, doesn’t she Doctor? I can see why you keep her around.” Tasha gave Elise a wink before they started off for the chapel.

[puppycat714]

Chapter 3: Welcome to Hogwarts

prologue      part 2

Hello... to anyone who is reading this... um I started this about a year ago and I haven’t done another part yet, not because I didn’t want to but this past year has been exceptionally hard and exhausting for me. I started college last year, and freshman year has never been a good year for me. This year was no different. To sum it up as briefly as possible I found out I had OCD, due to my obsessive thought they became triggering. I was having many panic attacks  a week and was just glad with passing my classes. Then summer came along and me and my parents haven’t been seeing eye to eye... then I had to put my dog down. I have been under an immense amount of stress and my depression has been through the roof. So I want to apologize. I finally got a lap top so I hope to do more writing. I DO NOT want to give up this story for it has been the only thing keeping me sane for the last year. I have developed this story and I want to share it with you guys!  I am so excited to be able to post something again! Hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 1,508

You sat there staring at him. Then you began to laugh.Between laughs you asked, “Albus...hahaha... Dumbledore?” Then you laughed harder. Oh the irony that was about to unfold before you. Eventually you calmed down. You looked at him only to see him with a serious face. This shut you up. You took in your surroundings for the first time since waking up. He definitely could fit the description of Albus Dumbledore, but thats... not possible... right?

You finally spoke after a few minutes of trying to figure everything out. “Sir... your kidding, right? If this is Hogwarts then do a spell”, you folded your arms in front of you. You needed proof. I mean this shouldn’t be possible, but there was a small voice in your head that wanted this to be true.

He took out his ‘wand’ and waved it while saying “lumos”. After saying that the tip of the wand emitted a bright light. you were shocked to say the least. You didn’t know what to say.

Then he said “Nox”, and the spell stopped. You were sure your jaw dropped. He had a wide grin on his face. “I’m surprised you didn’t know this... I thought she would have told you by now...” he mumbled. “How about you rest now, and I’ll explain everything tomorrow,” then he left. Of course you weren’t tired at the moment, and while there were many questions burning in your mind, you just had to wait until tomorrow.

Madam Pomfrey wouldn’t let anyone in so you sat there for the rest of the day trying to process everything that just unfolded in the past few hours. Apparently you had fractured your tailbone when you fell, but it’s healed now so you should be good by tomorrow. Eventually you fell asleep. 

You woke to Madam Pomfrey checking in on you. After that you were free to go. When you exited the doors of the hospital wing, a professor waited for you  outside. 

Even though you were nervous, you slowly walked up to her to ask for directions. You’d figure You should talk to Dumbledore to figure out how to get home. I bet dads worried about me... I have never left the house and not returned before... then again I am here at Hogwarts... it’s a dream come true, I almost don’t want to go home, but dad can’t take care of himself... As you were thinking, the professor was trying to get your attention.

“Miss (Y/L/N), I need you to listen,” she said. Of course that got your attention. Her voice was stern, and it reminded you of... no way it can’t be...can it? You looked up and sure enough you were face to face with the professor Mcgonagall. Oh shit. 

“Hello p-professor, I seem to have spaced out. My bad. Um could you direct me to Headmaster Dumbledore's office? I’m not sure how to get there and I really don’t want to get lost here...” of course you began to ramble... you were nervous. 

“I was waiting for you so that I could do just that miss (Y/L/N). Follow me please,” she then began to walk away. You stood there baffled by the interaction before catching up to her.

After a confusing and awkward walk to the office, you finally came face to face with the headmaster himself. You were gawking at all the things within the office, and he let you for a few moments until he deemed it was time to talk about your situation.

“Miss (Y/L/N) I have a few question I’d like you to answer for me.” he started. Of course he had questions, but so did you. You just weren’t sure if you could answer any of them.

“Yes headmaster,” you replied. It would be strange for anyone to have a child pop out of nowhere at their school. 

“How did you get here?” he asked. 

“Well sir as I said before, that’s hard to explain and i’m not sure of it myself. All I know was that I was in my house when I found this secret room. There was a door in the room with a key and a small note which read, ‘For those who need to be placed where they belong they must open the door to right the wrong.’  It was the strangest feeling when I picked up the key. Then I used the key to open the door. I just felt an urge to open and go through the door. Then I felt a tug as I went through the door and landed by a lake. Which I assume is the Black Lake. Then well, you know the rest I assume.” you explained. 

“Do you remember what the door looked like?” He asked. 

“Vaguely sir. It was a dark wooded door with some weird symbols that I couldn’t understand. It was definitely a sight to see though.” You didn’t know how else to describe it, but it was a magnificent sight.

“Could you draw it? he questioned.

“well sir it may not be the best drawing but I can try my best.” You answered.

He then brought out a parchment paper, some ink, and a quill. “Here try drawing it.”

After attempting to draw it with as much details as you could. You showed him the picture. “I hope this is enough for you.” He glanced down at it and turned around. He brought out a book and started to skim through it until he found what he was looking for. Then he showed me a picture of the exact door I saw. 

“Is this the door you went through miss (Y/L/N)?” He asked. 

“Yeah it is... how did you...” You started to ask but he replied before you could finish your question.

“I may have had a similar... case like this with a student previous to you. The door is called, “The door of tempus disciplinam“ the door that corrects time. It only comes when a person is in the wrong time period and it takes them to the time they are supposed to be in. Which means the door believes that this is the time you are needed in.” He explained.

"So you're saying that this is where I am needed in order for this timeline to continue the way it should?" You were baffled by this revelation. It's not that you didn’t want to be here. It's a dream come true to even set foot into the castle , but you can't help but think about your father. He has lost everything, and you couldn't bear to leave him alone. Not when you have a choice to go back, or so you thought. That was crushed almost immediately.

"Yes that is correct, and as far as I know there is no way back to your time." He answered your question before you could even ask it.

“Is there truly no way back?” You asked.

“The only way back is if the door needs you in a different time.” he answered.

“So what do we do about me? I mean I have no magical abilities...” you stated.

“Are you so sure about that? Can you tell me for certain you haven’t had anything strange happen? Objects moving when they shouldn’t, others considering you weird or an outcast, or just strange things that happen around you that you can’t seem to explain.” He asked. Looking back on that stuff, he was right. You can’t say that these things didn’t happen. Then he continued, “If you were truly a muggle, you would not be able to see the castle. There is an enchantment on the castle so that muggles only see our school as ruins. Yet here you sit, and you can see the castle. You my dear are no muggle. You are a wizard. 

You let that sink in. It was hard to process. All of your life you were seen as a weirdo, and an outcast. 

After reading the Harry Potter series, you felt a sense of belonging. Finally there was something that made you feel... understood. The characters were fun, and so were their personalities, the plot worked well, and it was just a great series. Was it the best with diversity, no. Did it drive some controversial topics, of course. Did you agree with everything in the books, of course not.  But it still made you laugh, cry, and made you feel angry. That is what a book should do. If it makes you feel things then you know the author did what they wanted to convey to the readers. Now you were apart of this world. The question is when.

“Sir if you don’t mind me asking, what year is this?” the million dollar question.

“It is 1976.” he replied. 

That means... the marauders were in their fifth year. The year they became unregistered animagus’... wait a second... the dog at the lake, and the kids you saw in the infirmary... oh boy.

@roxytheimmortal @rachelscosplay

[starwriterulia]

Reviewing Brea's Stuff - BTS Soulmate AU (2/2)

PART 2/2 (Rap Monster, Jin, J-Hope, Suga)

HI! \(OwO)/

I want to draw ya'll's attention to one of my friends: @jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae. She's a k-pop reaction/scenario/text writer, and not only have I missed her as a friend so much during my long hiatus, I've also missed her writing. Thankfully, there's a lot for me to catch up on! She asked me to give my opinions on her BTS AUs, and with her permission, I've turned my reviews it into a bit of advertising! If you wanna read the stuff I did, ya'll don't have to scroll super far to find it all. I'll be reviewing each AU from a Reader's Standing (silly, sometimes improper sentences; sO MUCH swearing; caps lock) and from a Critic's Standing (second reading; at least one paragraph).

Yes, that was copy-pasted, but you never know, someone might stumble onto this and be wondering why I'm doing it.

Let's get into this again! >o<

—Faith

Rap Monster (Reader's Standing):

Back-up back stage manager Y/N while the official person is sick, interesting

'His voice, though muffled by the door, is attractive and masculine'—Yes, yes it is.

Shaking hands with soulmate warmth/fire, ooh, wow, that's really cool! I love that, Brea.

aND IT LINGERS

tHEN IT FAdes

'You could feel when he was getting closer, that warmth growing within you'—Is Y/N therefore hot or cold? Hot, definitely hot.

Yes, Namjoon is gorgeous.

Y/N is secretly OCD while sweeping, I just know it.

Fated finding of Namjoon's phone is fated.

Intensifying level of heat to a bonfire was really nice to read, good metaphors, ooh.

He backed Y/N into the dressing table liKE A MONSTER. Yeah all right I need to chill. Brea, do you have some water I could drink, right quick?

*Oh no there's a typo, it's 'breathe' instead of 'breath'. I'm fine. This is OK. :D*

Ooh, Namjoon sensing where Y/N is with heat is such a cool thing!! I love that so much?!

'His fingers burn against the cool skin of your cheek'—*Hisses to add affect* OK wow that was hot. >:)

Y/N confessing their attraction to Namjoon is a win

tHAT KISS WAS LITERALLY HOT AND I LOVED THAT SEQUENCE BREA YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THAT?!

Ooh yes, slightly possessive Namjoon is treat

Evenings spent together? Yes to a classic romance trope.

Fire becomes uncomfortable when Y/N or Namjoon is upset and Namjoon even dispelled a situation, bless that twist

Namjoon's little speech at the end was so beautiful and ugh

Also thanks for the small kisses across the knuckles and—

Oh god it's 'breathe' instead of 'breath' again. Brea I know autocorrect is a bitch, you're not to blame, just leave the typos. XDD

Rap Monster (Critic's Standing):

The scenario for this AU was interesting, and how Brea made sure to remember Y/N's job throughout the story. This review is going to be far shorter because I'm literally taken away by how fun and romantic this was? Fire is such a classic writing tool, and Brea used it so well, in this AU, I just loved it so much. I'm pretty sure this will be my favourite, when I'm done reading Jin's and J-Hope's, 'cause I'm sitting here and I can't find anything I would want to improve on this scenario, in terms of how it played out. Brea, this was perfect.

Jin (Reader's Standing):

I wouldn't be just sitting outside relaxing, I'd be on the look out for sp00ders.

But good solid first paragraph, in other words

Our boys are here and they're disturbing Y/N oh dear

Scared by Seokjin, oh Y/N, he wouldn't hurt a fly. ;w;

Ooh. Soothing soulmate feeling, that's so nice, it's like, the opposite of Namjoon's. Wait, that was your plan, wasn't it? 'Cause it worked, I'm so blown away by how nice this is, so far.

Wait 'figures over yours' Brea you missed the word 'stands'. You might want to fix that, some time. No pressure, relax, my girl. Wait, that was awkward for me, probably for you too, I'm sorry for being a millennial. XDD

Very surreal paragraph as Seokjin helps Y/N stand

Breeze from Seokjin disappears and suddenly Y/N feels stressed again, poor Y/N. :(

oF COURSE IT WAS TAEHYUNG

Good puppy for apologizing, he's so soft.

Yes puppy smiles that blessed my afternoon thank you Brea

Yes, Kim Seokjin is alluring.

And yes he has a beautiful face

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA he knows right away when you hold hands!!!!!!!!!

Sorry for the amount of !'s but wow that was so romantic and I loved it

'I can't leave the children unattended'—Agreed, they're all children

Actor Seokjin is accurate, too

Heart emoji was cute oh my Lord

Good summary of Jin in one paragraph, demonstrates what Y/N learned about him

'His talk form'—EY YO BREA, I FOUND ANOTHER TYPO

He dresses so softly though, ah

Loud laugh and mischievous, yep

Feeding Y/N food, thank you Brea, oh my gosh it's all so cute and just ugh

Aw they fell asleep on the couch

THAT ENDING THO 'PRINCESS' MY LORD SO ROMANTIC SEOKJIN YOU SCALLY-WAG

Jin (Critic's Standing):

This one had such a sweet aesthetic to it, it was so Seokjin, I enjoyed it so much! The guys messing around and disturbing Y/N's rest was on point, and Seokjin shielding Y/N from a baseball ball (try saying that ten times fast) was so princely of him. Timid Y/N was cute, too, and Seokjin again being a prince and helping them stand up. Not to mention the introduction of the calming wind soulmate cue that Y/N and Seokjin have, and how he immediately knows Y/N is his soulmate, that was just so... soap opera-esque, so well done and I loved it. Also, Taehyung apologizing and then smiling like the puppy he is was a bonus.

The first date was fun and pleasant to read, and as I said in the Reader's Standing, I really liked how you included things about Seokjin that Y/N know that ARMY already knows, it was a very nice and natural addition. Jin feeding Y/N was also a win, and the two watching movies and cuddling, then falling asleep on the couch, and Seokjin calling Y/N 'princess' before he left was just so smooth. I'd have to place this one as my current third, after Jungkook's and Namjoon's, who's still in first. Such a romantic and casual scenario, Brea, well done!

J-Hope (Reader's Standing):

Y/N is super busy in this one, hoo boy

Drink carriers are also called cup trays! I love how words can be called different words. :D

OK I need to drink some water hold on... yeah I'm good now, damn I'm getting tired of reading so much romance, my emotions aren't used to this much softness.

Bright red haired J-Hope is great thank you

Love hurts, hell yeah :D

Y/N works for advertising, neat

Ooh look, it's 3/4 of the hyung line!

Dancer Hoseok is accurate as hecc

Realistic company, very nice

'You might be blinded as if the sun were to glint off that smile'—Well, he is our sunshine.

Hello, 'taking a deep breathe' typo, nice to see you again.

MATCHING FLAME TATTOOS COOL

And on opposite arms ooh

Whoa dang that was a long bow and dang Y/N straightened him that was a nice touch

Ye boys and girls it's a dinner date

The tattoo reminds Y/N that this isn't a dream, good catch there Brea

Hoseok admitting that Y/N looks cute was indeed cute

SHINE HOSEOK SHINE oh boy that car ride would have been fun

SURPRISE JIMIN IS A CUTE SURPRISE THANKS BREA

All the boys are here bless you Brea

Cute kiss is cute

And he kisses back of course, aww

AWEUROUEWI Hoseok's hands through Y/N's hair

And 'breathe' again, BREA THIS IS RIDICULOUS I'M TRYING SO HARD NOT TO LAUGH

Such a strong ending, Lord, bless this AU

J-Hope (Critic's Standing):

Y/N in this scenario is so relatable, they're a hard worker and—oh wait, there's Y/N's soulmate and it burns again. I'm serious, I'm not used to reading this much romance, I'm a little tired, want to take a nap but MUST FINISH, c'mon Faith, you've only got one left. That meeting J-Hope on 'accident' (it was fate, we all know it was fate) went together so well, it was very pleasant to read. Then they formally met and Y/N brought him to their office to review the proposal for footage, and Hoseok prompted Y/N to discover their matching flame tattoos, except each was on a different arm, and I thought that was a cool little feature. Not to mention that Hoseok bows low and for a prolonged amount of time before Y/N makes him stand because they think they're equals, that was a really nice touch. The car ride was fun to read, I could totally see Hoseok doing that. And we see the guys again—Jimin first, 'cause that puppy was so excited to see his hyung, apparently—and they seemed to have a really nice time. The fluff at the end was so sweet, and I just... it was so cute, I loved this one. Wouldn't change a thing.

Suga (Reader's Standing):

LAST ONE THANK GOD

This one is probably going to dethrone Jimin as my bias someday because BOY IS SUGA R00D BUT CUTE AND IT FRUSTRATES AND PLEASES ME SO MUCH ugh, I love men

What a relaxing first paragraph...

Good reflexes, whoever saved Y/N

Ooh, icy cold soulmate. That suits Yoongi a lot, somehow.

'staring at him hand at shock'—When the 's' is an 'm' and you can't help but chuckle.

The 'hot' finger across the ice was honestly breathtaking to read, wow

He said 'holy shit' lmao thank you Brea I almost laughed out loud that would have been the end of me having a laptop XDD

WHOA POV CHANGE WHEN Y/N SAYS THEIR FIRST THING BREA YOU REALLY GOT INTO THIS ONE DIDN'T YOU XDDD

Hoseok is here!! Hi sunshine!!

Casual phone number giving is casual and I liked it

GUMMY SMILE THANK YOU BREA

This one is aesthetic too wow

Aw Y/N and Yoongi are both nervous about the whole soulmate thing that's so cute

'His outfit is casually sexy'—Bless you Brea that's such a concept

Speaking of smiles that pull at heart strings, that paragraph pulled at my heart strings.

Very pleasant and casual conversation between Y/N and Yoongi was really nice

The ice spreads oh my Lord that's so cool

The ice also might melt into Y/N's skin wow

Hello Jungkook and Taehyung nice to see you again

Awkward with words Taehyung and then apologizing real fast Taehyung was funny

'I'm glad I'm wrong'—Brea where is the 'I was'??

I thought the dog was Holly but nope it's Yeontan, my bad

Lmao at Yoongi's reaction to Jungkook's comment on how Y/N makes Yoongi happy

Soft kiss to the cheek garners more cool chills, nice

Dinner and movie with Yoongi was very relaxing. Uwu

Literally a very cool kiss, damn

WHY IS THERE NO MORE I'm a little sad now

Suga (Critic's Standing):

Never mind Namjoon's, this one was my favourite. I love how their meeting was so laid-back and romantic but had that literally icy cool soulmate twist to it, I absolutely loved this scenario. It was just a little more sweeter than the others because of how you portrayed Yoongi, and everything he did with Y/N. It was nice to see Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook again, and we even got an appearance by Yeontan! The way the ice spread and melted was so pleasing to read, and the little dinner and movie date Y/N and Yoongi had at his apartment was cute. I'm glad this was the one Brea started with, it was so so good!

I really hope Brea does more of these. I'd personally love to see Got7 or Monsta X (though Monsta X a little more, because Wonho has taken over my life). That's it, I'm out of here. >w< Go follow Brea. Do it.

[this-is-not-a-forever-home-blog]

Whoopsie

Since i didn’t do anything for my 100 followers SPECIAL EXTRAVAGANZA; i was gonna do a ff but i unfortunately got too stressed (I’m sorry, please forgive me.) so i thought i could write a few words about my friends (girlfriend :p). It’s also in alphabetical (kinda) order because i’m an ocd freak. Also I guess I couldn’t decide whether or not when to capitalize words but oh well; also sorry this is really long but i love my friends. @clouds-howell: Isabel, you have always been kind and encouraging. You always know the right things to say and when to say them, making them the powerful words. You’ve always kept up everyone’s spirit. You’re also very beautiful btw. I am proud to be called your friend/child and I love you. @curlydans: AVA, my meme, my associate (my ass hehehe), my partner in crime. I love you to death man. You’re inspiring, caring, compassionate, a literal mum, protective in the best way possible, talented, lovable man, and beautiful personalities lead to beautiful faces amiright. What’s your secret for making the best icons. You WERE MY FIRST INTERNET MUTUAL MATE. You’re also the only straight internet friends i have so that makes you special. HAVE YOU EATEN? HYDRATED? HEALTHY? Love you :* @disgustinglygay: Emma, i’m so jealous of your url honestly. Whom did you kill in order to get it? Emma you have a beautiful voice, a beautiful personality, a beautiful face. You’re hilarious, gorgeous, warm-hearted, kind, gifted, and lovable. I love you and i hope you love me too. :) @huphilpuffs: Callie, my beaut. Callie you are so intelligent, sometimes I have to look up the words you say. You have a prodigious vocabulary mate. You are also wise, kind, you are talented within writing, drawing, and making gifs. You’re adorable and pure, beautiful. I hope you are majorly confident with yourself because you should be. Love ya. @internet-importance: Hello my friend, fellow, buddy, ‘ol pal. YOU ARE TALENTED MY DEAR, you bring the ugly cackle out of me, you are daniel james howell himself, of course i love you. Stylish, ggggggood music taste, a meme, bubbling with humour, and lovely. I always have the best times with you. Thank you for ever coming into my mum’s office because it would then start the spark of a friendship, one of the best ones i’ve ever had. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Love you. @kawaiiphancake: Mate, Jess. Hello I love you. I know you may be busy but I wanted to hope you are doing well in school. You are a little ocd (remember when you counted up all the eyes in my emoji-face thing, ye good times.) which made me love you. You’re sooooo kind and always check up on us even when busy. You communicate really well with others and you’ve always been supportive of me. Thank you Jess. Love you man. @nutellalester: Daniel, daniel, daniel. You are one of the strongest boys I know, one of the strongest people. I am sorry for all those times I have made you feel bad. (I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.). You have been through soooo much and you are still here, still strong. You’re beautiful, HILARIOUS, lovely, my baby boi, talented, hard-working, good listener, a joy to be around, clumsy, dependant, and i love you. @pasteldoothowell: Cathryn, my dear Cathryn. YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL (fight me, fight me, fight me.), you’re caring, compassionate, talented, lovely, passionate, you’re giving, open-minded, accepting, protective mother, TALL BOI, pure, amazing personality, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU. :* sweety. You should be proud and confident within yourself because i sure am (with you btw). @pepperminthowell: Charlotte, my boi. You are the key reason to my happiness; you are like a mother to me. You are caring for me, beautiful, you compliment me, and you even brought my girlfriend and I together and I am very thankful for that. I remember when i used up all my ask for you because i was obsessed. I became a fan of you and to now say you’re a friend drowns me in pride and happiness. Thank you and love you Charlotte. @purepastelphan: Kenzie, you know when to slip into the conversation easily but you add so much more life to it. You are a beautiful angel, kind-hearted, warm (this is a compliment), you are a caring and invaluable friend, you have irreplaceable beauty, personality, kindness, love; you are irreplaceable. Love you. @lestersdog: well, well ,well, if it isn’t the love of my life. Gabrielle, I saved you for last (best for last they always say) because you are special to me. You make me my happiest by simply saying the words Hi. Your presence fills me with the utmost giddiest joy; the ones I would feel as a child. I have put all of my trust with you. I want you to hold on to what we have for dear life; it may be hard at times but know, one day I will get to see you and hug you, to love you. It’s gonna be worth it. My friend had pointed at how gross we were being (the cheesy romantic). I had said we’re in the 2009 phase. She disagreed to state she could handle 2009 but not us. I LOVE AND HATE US AT THE SAME TIME. We make each other gifts, say cheesy things, I EVEN CONFESSED MYSELF WITH CHEESY PICK-UP LINES. You’re beautiful, an angel, a blessing, a goddess, gorgeous, stunning. Still, when you say things like you wanna hold my hands i blush and my chest feels tickled. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. If I could I would send you all the carnations in the world. My love, my dear, my one and only, the love of my life, sweetheart, darling, dear, piglet, my flower, honey, sugar, love, Gabrielle i love you. I love you, i love you, i love you. I love you.

[lindseyluvsdrag]

Knocked Up Ch. 6

In case you missed it: Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

“Mom!” Violet said in shock.

“Well, don’t be rude. Invite me in,” the woman replied.

Violet clenched her jaw and stepped to the side. “Come in.”

“What’s with your tone?”

“I wasn’t expecting you is all. You know how much I hate that.”

The woman removed her shoes while her daughter retrieved a bag and placed them in the closet. “I told you to call me after your ultrasound appointment and you didn’t so I had no choice but to come over. It’s my grandmotherly right to do these things, dear. Now let me see your sonogram photos.”

“Mother, I-”

Matt awkwardly​ cleared his throat as he entered the room. “Hello.”

Violet shot him a scowl that made him wish he would’ve stayed hidden.

Her mother gave her a look. “I didn’t know that you had company,” she said in a judgemental​ tone. “You’re pregnant, you shouldn’t even be indulging in male company.”

Matt let out an immature chuckle. “Male company,” he mumbled.

“Is that funny to you?” her mother asked, clearly annoyed.

Terrified, the man fumbled to answer.

“I’m talking to you, you pervert! You want to mess around with a woman while she’s with child?!”

“Mom!” Violet interjected. “First of all, we aren’t messing around.”

“Then who is this?”

She was reluctant to answer, but Violet had no choice but to claim the man. “This is Matthew…the baby’s father.”

Her mother’s face and demeanor changed nearly instantly. “Oh!” She laughed lightheartedly. “Well it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Matthew. My name is Julia.” The woman extended her hand.

Matt accepted her hand into his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julia.” Always one to turn up the charm, he kissed the back of her hand.

The middle aged woman blushed. “Oh, stop it you. Violet, you didn’t tell me that he was so handsome! The baby will be stunning!”

“I’d like to think so too,” Matt said smugly.

“Absolutely,” Julia continued. “I’m sorry for initially calling you a pervert. I thought my daughter was going through her tramp phase again for a second there.”

“Tramp phase, you say?” Matt cheekily asked.

“Mom, I did not have a ‘tramp phase’.”

“It’s okay, honey. We all have them but yours was particularly bad.”

“I’d love to hear all about it,” the man continued, testing Violet’s urge to throw a vase at him.

“Well, have a seat!” Julia chirped as she patted the spot next to her.

“Oh, I’m not allowed to sit on the couch.”

“Whatttt? Violet your OCD is getting out of control!”

“Mom, he was homeless! I don’t want that on my couch.”

“You’re being very ignorant.”

Matt agreed but he couldn’t stand to see the look of frustration on the Violet’s face.

“Well, that’s your opinion, Mom.”

“It’s a fact. Now, go fetch your sonogram, sweetheart. I wanna see!”

The woman rolled her eyes as she stormed off. By the looks of things, Matt doubted that she’d be coming back.

“Could I have a bottle of water, please?” Julia asked Matt.

Unsure if he had the authorization to do such a thing, Matt figured that water wouldn’t hurt. He retrieved a bottle for the woman and himself before returning to the room. Leaving the kitchen with any kind of food related item was obviously against the rules and doing so made him so nervous that he jumped when he mistook his own shadow for Violet. But when he saw that the coast was clear, the man took his chances as he handed a bottle to the woman. She opened it and took a sip. “Matthew, have a seat.”

“I’d rather not. I know she doesn’t like it and-”

“Matthew,” the woman sternly repeated.

“Yes, ma'am.” Between Violet and her mother, Matt had no idea who was scarier. He made his way over to the adjacent sofa and cautiously sat down.

“So, you’re the father of Violet’s baby,” she sighed.

“Yes.” He took a sip of his water.

“Have you two worked out the details for the wedding yet?”

Matt was so taken off guard by the words that his choking made water shoot out of his nose and spray across the coffee table. Accompanied with the water that spilled onto the couch itself, the man began to panic. “Shit, shit, shit,” he panted as he rushed to the linen closet. The man grabbed a clean towel, dashed back into the living room and instantly went to work attempting to clean up the mess before Violet returned.

Julia chuckled. “That was a lively reaction to the word ‘wedding’.”

Matt cleared his throat. “It’s just that Violet and I still don’t know each other very well.”

“That didn’t seem to stop you from making a baby.”

He let out a nervous laugh. “True.”

“Therefore, you need to step up to the plate for your family.”

“Family,” he exhaled as he imagined​ a vintage film reel of Violet and the baby on Christmas day. The blonde haired, blue eyed child gnawed on his latest toy while Matt gave his new golf club a practice swing. He wore the unintentionally ugly sweater that Violet had created during her knitting phase. It was two sizes too big and the woman insisted on tossing it into the fireplace but Matt sported it proudly. The real joy came when he watched as Violet tore into the small package that ‘Santa’ had left her. She gasped when she saw the diamond bracelet. The woman pushed herself off of the floor and threw her arms around Matt before they shared a kiss.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Violet shouted.

Matt’s vintage film reel screeched to a halt. “Huh?”

“What did you do to my couch?!”

“I-I-I spilled water, but I’m cleaning it up. I’m sorry.”

Violet instantly turned a lively shade of crimson as she began to hyperventilate.

“Violet, do not throw one of your fits,” Julia ordered. “It’s just water.”

“Exactly!” the pregnant woman exploded. “My couches​ are suede! Once it’s wet, it’ll never be the same! And you’re scrubbing ittt! That’ll ruin the texture!” she screeched.

“Violet!” her mother shouted in attempt to reign in the woman’s tantrum but it was too late.

“No! Get out! Mom, leave! Here are the pictures, just get outttt!”

“Gladly, because I’m not dealing with your attitude today.” Julia grabbed her things and retrieved her shoes. “I’ll call you,” she sighed before exiting.

“Matthew, get out!”

“Violet, I literally have nowhere to go. The shelter stops taking people in at six, I’d have to sleep on the sidewalk.”

“I don’t care! Get out, get out, get out!” The woman was so hysterical that she clung to the wall as she began to sob.

Matt made his way over. “Violet, please calm down. Being this​ upset, can’t be good for the baby.” The woman tried to speak but her words came out as a jumbled hyperventilation. More worried than ever, Matt quickly grew desperate enough to grab the woman’s hands. “Breathe. Is a little water on the couch worth putting the baby’s life in jeopardy?”

Violet took a few shallow breaths. “No,” she sniffled.

“Exactly, so just calm down. I’ll even cook you something if you want.”

The woman pouted as she nodded.

Matt was ecstatic that Violet hadn’t snatched away and that he was actually getting somewhere with her for once. “What would you like?”

“Anything with cheese.”

“How about a cheeseburger​?”

She nodded.

“Alright. I’ll make you a cheeseburger. In the meantime you should go relax.”

“I will.”

“Good.” Matt released her hands and decided not to push for a hug before turning on his heel and entering the kitchen.

Several minutes into his cooking, Matt did a double take when he saw what he thought was a astronaut pass the kitchen’s archway. “Violet?” he called. When the man didn’t get a response, he shrugged it off. But a loud whirring sound made him stop what he was doing and enter the living room. He saw the woman dressed in the puffy, white hazmat suit pushing a large steamvac across the already spotless hardwood floor. “Violet!” he called over the noise. “Violet!”

The woman stopped her machine and turned around. “Yes?” she said through the gas mask.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning,” she said as if it was obvious.

“ But you’re supposed to be relaxing.”

“I am! This is therapeutic.”

“You sound like Darth Vader and you look like you’re about to go alien hunting or something.”

“This is my germ-fighter hazmat suit,” she said proudly. “It has an air purifier and everything.”

“I’m sure it does. Do they come in my size?” he sarcastically​ asked.

“Yes! Do you want one? I’ll totally order one for you because I’m thinking about getting a little blue one for the baby and-”

“You know what? I’d better go check on those burgers.”

“Good idea.”

Matt pursed his lips and saved his cackle for when he reached the kitchen. “And she says I have bad fashion.”

By the time he finished cooking, the steamvac had stopped. Matt peaked around the corner to find Violet on her knees treating the water stain on the couch. The man felt terrible, but he hoped that the food would be some semblance of an apology. “Violet, the burgers are ready.”

“Yayyy.” The woman pushed herself off of the floor, washed her hands three times and sat at the kitchen counter. She gasped. “You made french fries too?! How?!”

“By cutting up the french fry monster,” he​ teased.

Violet scoffed. “Asshole.”

He let out a dry chuckle. “But seriously, I’m really sorry about the couch.”

“The water spots are going away​ so I ordered a new couch. It’ll be here tomorrow.”

Matt frowned. “I shouldn’t have had water near it in the first place.”

“Agreed.”

“And I hope that you can forgive me,” he said as he slid the plate full of food in front of her.

“I forgive you,” she said nearly instantly prior to grabbing the cheeseburger with both hands. She took a large bite and practically moaned.

Matt laughed. “Good?”

Violet nodded as she chewed and held her hand in front of her mouth while she spoke. “Could you give me a pickle?”

“Sure.” The man speared a pickle from the jar in the refrigerator with a fork and passed it to the woman.

“Yumm. Thank you, Matthew.”

His heart softened at the genuine appreciation for what he’d done. But what pregnant woman wouldn’t be grateful to have a cheeseburger? he chuckled to himself. “You’re welcome.” The man leaned on the counter as he shoved a fistful of French fries into his mouth.

“Would you like to sit down?” Violet asked.

Matt was taken aback. “I can sit on the stool?”

She nodded. “As long as you don’t have anything sharp in or on your ass. It’s leather and I don’t want it to get punctured or scratched.”

“There’s nothing sharp in or on my ass,” he assured.

“Okay. But before you sit down, can I have another burger?”

“You don’t even look like you’re big enough to fit one burger inside of you, let alone two.”

“Trust me. There’s room.”

“Good to know that my kid won’t starve,” he chuckled as he made her another burger.

“I’m the one who’s starving! This kid has me so hungry all day.”

“Then eat up.”

“I should probably start working out, though. I’ve eaten more in these past few weeks than I’ve eaten in my entire life and if I gain one hundred pounds, I’m going to cry.”

“Nooo. No more crying,” Matt pleaded. “You could jog. I’d go jogging with you.”

She scoffed. “You’d be jogging alone. I don’t do that.”

“Well, we could walk then.”

Violet thought for a moment. “Maybe.”

The man laughed as he made his way to the seat next to the woman. Even though they were silent, Matt was just happy that she wasn’t yelling at him. When they were finished eating, Matt polished off three burgers to Violet’s two, but the woman matched him fry for fry.

“I’ll clean up,” Violet informed.

“Let me help do something.”

“You can help me by getting the bleach.”

Matt scoffed. “One, that’s not helping. Two, I don’t think you should be using bleach.”

“Fine, petty Betty. I’ll use Dynarex.”

“What’s that?”

“Medical grade disinfectant.”

“Are you kidding me?! Where do you even get this stuff?”

“Supply stores mostly, but if they don’t have anything strong enough I go online.””

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t think any of the chemicals that you use are okay for the baby. The kid is going to be a mutant.”

The corners​ of the woman’s mouth turned upward.

“Whatttt? Are you smiling?”

She scoffed. “No.”

“You areee. I’m just saying that if you keep using these crazy chemicals, he’ll come out with green skin and a can of Lysol.”

The woman pursed her lips to fight the smile.

“We’ll call him Chachki mutant ninja baby.”

Violet giggled.

“Goals! I finally made you laugh!”

“No you didn'ttttt,” she groaned. “Having a defective child isn’t funnyyyy.”

“Then stop using those harsh chemicals! Haven’t you ever heard of the Honest Company with all that organic cleaning shit?”

“Nothing comforts me more​ than knowing that my house is germ free and distilled vinegar just doesn’t cut it.”

“Have you always been a germaphobe?”

“I’m not scared of germs… I just think they’re disgusting.”

He laughed. “Okay, well have you always been so focused on destroying them?”

“No,” she said softly. “When I was eight years old, I had spinal meningitis. I was bedridden for six weeks and nearly died.”

“Damn, that’s crazy.”

“All​ I can remember is asking the doctor what was wrong with me and he told me that it was bacterial infection. That just resonated with me. Bacteria is what nearly killed me. Bacteria is the devil.”

“That makes so much sense.”

“Some people may think that I take it too far but I don’t care.”

“I think your cleaning is fine, but while pregnant it worries me.”

“I understand. I guess I could try to use softer chemicals.”

“Promise?”

She nodded.

“Pinky promise.”

The woman was reluctant. “Do we have sanitizer on standby?”

Matt laughed. “I see that you got jokes.”

“I do have jokes. One of them is standing in front of me,” she said as she looked the man up and down.

“Ooooh, damn!”

Violet cackled.

“You are vicious.”

“Thank you,” she chirped as she slid off of the barstool and grabbed the plates.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything that I can do to help?”

“I’m sure. Having people in the way while I clean only stresses me out. Besides, you cooked. The least I could do is clean.”

“I guess. Well, I’ll shower then.”

“Are you sure you can handle that?” she teased. “Should I put an emergency button in there?”

“Ha-ha.”

She chuckled and the man left the room. After surviving a shower, Matt quickly became bored when he saw that Violet was still cleaning. He found a pen and blank pieces of paper and began to draw.

When she was finished cleaning to her standards, Violet made her way out of the kitchen towards her bedroom but Matt sprawled out on his stomach on the living room floor caught her eye. “What are you doing?”

“Making you something,” was his excited reply as he pushed himself off of the floor. “Here.” Matt handed Violet the booklet.

“Is this a comic book?”

“Yeah,” he said reluctantly​, watching her face for a reaction.

The woman read the title out loud. “‘The Adventures of Chachki Mutant Ninja Baby Volume 1’.” Violet laughed. “You did nottt.” She flipped  through the pages​ and took in the sketches of the green-skinned baby who carried a can of disinfectant as his weapon of choice. In each section, the hero took down his foes such as Germaella, E Co-liar and Bacterian, keeping the world safe from disease and making it home before his bedtime. “'Boom! I’m gonna make germz my bitch! Pow! Eat shit, Bacterian!’ Awwww, Matthew! I love it.”

“Re-Really?”

“Yes! It’s super cute and funny.”

The man blushed. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I really do.”

There was an awkward moment of ‘to hug or not to hug’ but Violet quickly solved that issue when she gave the man’s arm a firm squeeze. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She smiled and his heart skipped a beat.

Violet yawned. “I’m going to turn in for the night.”

“Okay,” Matt said quietly, watching as she turned on her heel.

The woman paused. “Do you need me to wake you up for work in the morning?”

“N- I mean…sure.” The man would never miss out on such an opportunity. Violet was a great sight to wake up to.

“Alright. Goodnight, Matthew.”

“My friends call me Matt.”

The woman scoffed. “Don’t get it twisted. I still hate your guts and you need to move out when you get your first paycheck.”

“Noted. You know…your mom mentioned something about a shotgun wedding. It’s totally old fashioned but…I don’t know.”

“And you agree with her?”

Matt shrugged. “I told her that we still don’t know each​ other very well, but what child doesn’t want their parents to be together…and happy. She just seemed to have a good point to me.”

“Let me tell you three things​ about my mother, Matthew. Our relationship is very complicated. If you think I’m crazy, it’s because she made me that way. And not everything she does is in my best interest.”

Compared to the amazing relationship that he shared with his own mother, Matt felt terrible hearing that the woman didn’t seem to have the same thing. “I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is but I’m just not going to marry you because I’m pregnant. I’m not going to marry you because you’ve trapped me with a child. I’m not going to marry you to save face. I’m not going to marry you to 'make the baby happy’. I love my baby but being legally tied to you for his sake, especially when you literally have nothing that will benefit me or my child, makes no fucking sense.”

Every single word was like a dagger to Matt’s heart. Although the man agreed completely, being reminded of what a failure he was always sucked. He nodded. “I understand. I’m just telling you what she said.”

“She’s just, ugh. I don’t have time for that headache. I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Matthew,” she repeated as she made her way down the hallway with the handmade comic book cradled safety in her hand.

—

Violet happily strolled into work early the next morning.

“You look cute,” Naomi complimented. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Oh my God, after you left it got worse. My goddamn mother shows up unannounced, meets Matthew and all of a sudden there’s talk of marriage- what the hell kind of shit is that?”

“That’s crazyyy. Although, I do think you guys would make the cutest little family ever.”

“Stop lying.”

“I’m not! I think Matt’s cute, I think you’re cuter and the baby will be the cutest little banana everrrr.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “Where is my more realistic friend because you’re delusional.”

“Just imagine the wedding fashion though, Violet. You’re being selfish by not going through with this.”

The woman laughed.

“Violet!” Sutan shouted over the intercom. “In my office, now!”

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing… unless​ he knows,” she whispered. “Fuck- am I showing?”

“Not at all, those stripes are super flattering.”

The woman groaned and made her way to her boss’s office, knocking on the glass insert prior to entering. Sutan’s platinum foil suit, matching chaps and sleek glitter coated hair made Violet wish that she’d worn her sunglasses to the meeting.

“Sit, sit, sit,” the man ordered.

Violet obliged. “What can I do for you, Sir?”

“Because the fashion world is so fast paced, it seems as though everyone has forgotten about vomit-gate. I’ve calmed down and I’m ready to talk about your promotion.”

“I can have my column back?” she asked hopefully​.

“Pfft. I’m not that calm.”

The woman’s face fell.

“The reason I called you into my office is because I love the snippets you’ve sent me from your latest article. I know you have way too much potential to just be doing articles​ and I know you’re hungry to make it in this industry, in fact you’re starving.”

Violet nodded.

“The only problem is my pettiness. You embarrassed me, therefore you should be out completely.”

She gulped.

“The only reason that you aren’t on the streets robbing gas stations for their fashion magazines is because I know that nobody has an eye for the little details like you do. Which is why I want you to direct the middle spread that we have coming​ up.”

The woman's​ eyes grew wide. “Are you serious?!”

“As a rash on your genitals.”

Violet was too happy to be grossed out by the analogy. “Sir, that’s an amazing opportunity. I’d be honored.”

“As you should be. This would be a weekly thing for you had you not lost your promotion but I want to test the waters and make sure that I’m not wasting your talents on shoelace articles.”

She laughed. “You won’t be disappointed, Sutan.”

“I better not be. You’re dismissed.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

After work, Violet instantly celebrated her 'test the waters’ assignment with her friends over dinner. She was actually mindful of the clock this time, making sure to be home before Matt got off of work at nine. The woman was in the middle of scanning through spread ideas when the doorbell rang. She opened it and let the man in. Her initial glance of Matt in a butcher’s cap made her laugh, but the smell of fresh blood and raw meat quickly fumigated the entire house, making the woman violently​ nauseous. She thought it was a one time incident, but when Matt came home day after day smelling of rotten chicken gizzards, it made the woman want to die.

Violet clung to the sides of the toilet as she vomited just to keep her head from dipping into the bowl. Matt felt terrible. “Do you want to go to the ER?”

“Nooo,” she groaned in agony. “I want you to shower ten times and then quit that job.”

“Bu-bu-but I can’t quit. They’re the only people who called back and could hire me on such a short notice. I need to make money for the baby.”

“There won’t be a baby if I keep getting​ sick like this and can’t keep food down. That smell is just, ugh-” she got out before retching again.

“Okay, what if you wear your germ-fighter suit?” he asked, desperate for a solution.

“I don’t want to be uncomfortable in my own home, Matthew. Quit the job!”

Beyond frustrated, Matt stormed out of the bathroom. Once he made it to his room, he was unemployed again.

—

Violet was on set of her latest project and she couldn’t believe how much fun being the director of a photoshoot could be. She had the freedom to work with the featured designer, help accessorize the models and place them wherever she wanted along the set.

“Can I have you here? And you make sure you serve face the entire time. You’re wearing red leather swimsuit for fucks sake, darling. Be​ fierce. Okay,” she chirped as she rushed behind the camera. The photographer took a few test shots prior to getting Violet’s thoughts. “Yes! It looks amazing.”

The models did their jobs, looking good and posing in the summer collection. The energy around the room was electric and Violet was clearly in her happy place as she did what she did best: boss people around. The woman was certain that she’d get her promotion back. “Okay, switch outfits pleaseee.”

As the designer and models scurried about, Violet turned in search of the refreshments​ table and when she found it, she immediately became nauseated when she saw the sushi. The raw meat reminded her of Matt’s vile butcher smell. No, no, no, she groaned internally​. This is going so well, don’t fuck it up. “Um, Magnus, I’m gonna step outside for a breather, okay?”

“You alright?” the photographer asked.

“Yeah… it’s a bit stuffy​ in here.”

“Okay, doll, but we’ll be ready soon.”

“I know, I know. I’ll be right back.” Violet stepped outside and took in as many inhales of fresh air as she could, but it did little to settle her queasy stomach. “Fuck,” she groaned when she knew that the vomiting was inevitable. The woman made her way to a nearby trashcan and spewed her breakfast into it. Violet had no idea how much time had passed when her stomach finally settled down, but when she returned to the set, her heart sank when she saw Sutan taking over the shoot.

“Nice of you to join us,” he told her.

“Sutan, I’m-”

“Save it for someone who cares. And in this industry, that’s not very many people.”

“I know,” she sighed.

“You’re dismissed.”

“Thank you for the opportunity,” Violet said before turning, saving her tears until after she left the room.

—

While Matt waited for job callbacks, he laid out on the living room floor with his colored pencils. “Boommm! Vurrrrummm! Ahhh! Booosssh!” the man let out, making his own sound effects as he shaded in the comic book. He was surprised when he heard the door unlocking. The man wasn’t expecting Violet to be back until after five. He quickly folded the book and stood to greet her but was shocked to see Raven and Naomi enter the condo.

“Oh, hi, Matthew,” Naomi said. “Is Violet back yet?”

“No. Is there something I can help you with?”

Raven scoffed. “If we need our mirrors broken, we’ll call you.”

Naomi patted her friend’s hand. “Be nice.  We  wanted to celebrate with her after her big day.”

“Oh, cool. She was super excited this morning,” Matt said.

“We know,” Raven snarked. “We’re her best friends, she spoke to us.”

Matt defensively raised his hands. “Okay.”

“So you’re home coloring while she works all day?”

“No, I’m at home applying for jobs and waiting to be called back all day.”

“It clearly isn’t working so why don’t you just go back to LA?”

“Come on, Rave. Give him a break.”

“No, he’s older than all of us and can’t even get a job. How on Earth do you expect to take care of a baby?”

“The same way that your sugar daddy takes care of you,” Matt retorted.

“Oh hell no!” the women said collectively.

“Where did you hear that I had a sugar daddy?” Raven demanded. “I don’t have a sugar daddy, I’ve never had a sugar daddy, if I wanted a sugar daddy, yes, I probably could go out and get one because I am what? Sickening. You couldn't​ even get a sugar mama, hell, your baby mama wants nothing to do with you. She hates that she had drunk sex with a loser. Baby everything I have I have worked for and I have gotten​ myself. I’ve built myself from the ground up…bitch!” She shouted as she kicked and crushed his colored​ pencils under the weight of her heel.

Matt gasped and relatalited the only way he knew would bother the woman. He touched her face. “I was at a homeless shelter and shook hands with everyone!”

Raven slapped his hand away. “Ewwww!”

“You’ll probably get hobo warts,” he added.

Raven gagged. “I’m literally going to throw up.” The woman rushed into the bathroom leaving Naomi to shout at Matt.

“Why would you do that?!”

“She crushed my pencils!”

“So! Buy new ones! Oh, wait, you can’t afford it because you're​ an unemployed prick!”

“You guys don’t like me anyway so what’s the fucking point in you even talking to me.”

“I actually started to like you, but now, I’d probably slap your ass if I wasn’t scared to catch something.”

The man dramatically coughed out into the air around the woman.

“Ugh!”

At that moment, a sobbing Violet entered her home forcing Matt and Naomi to stop their altercation immediately.

“What’s wronggg?” Naomi asked as her friend fell into her arms.

“Sutan hates me and I want to dieeee,” the woman whimpered. “Wh-Why are there crushed pencils on my floor?” she asked, immediately turning to Matt.

“Raven! She stepped on them!” he relayed as if he was a small child tattling to his mother.

The woman emerged from the bathroom. “You want to know why I stepped on them? Because they were all over the fucking floor!”

“Bullshit!” Matt retorted. “You got mad because I called you a sugar baby.”

Violet’s eyebrows furrowed at the bizarre statement and even more so at the presence of her friends. “What are you guys doing here? What’s going on?”

“We came to celebrate your spread! How did it go?”

Violet burst into tears all over again. “Everything was going so well but seeing sushi made me feel nauseous. I rushed outside to get some air but I ended up vomiting and when I went back inside, Sutan had taken over and he just told me to leave,” she wept. “I don’t even know if I have a job to go to on Monday.”

The woman was pulled into the embrace by her friends.

“Okay, that’s it. We totally need a girl’s trip​,” Raven said.

“Yes!” Naomi cheered. “Where to?”

“Anywhere with a beach.”

“How about Cancun? We haven’t been there in awhile. How does Cancun sound, Vi?”

“Amazing,” she sniffled. “I just really need a break.”

“Then it’s settled,” Raven chirped. “Start packing.”

The women all shared kisses before Raven and Naomi exited.

Violet sighed. “Matthew, what the hell.”

“I’ll clean this up,” he promised.

“You know that’s not going to work…just, ugh. I’ll handle it.”

The man knew that there was no fighting the woman on the topic so he simply nodded. “So your boss just told you to leave?”

She nodded.

Matt scowled. “What an asshole.”

“I don’t want to think about that right now.”

The man quickly changed the subject. “So, Cancun, huh?”

“Yeah, I love Mexico. Have you ever been?”

“I’ve never left the country. In fact, this is the first time that I’ve ever been out of Los Angeles.”

Violet’s jaw dropped. “That’s so crazy.”

“Yeah, but I’ll travel the world one day.”

“Well, it’s pretty mandatory that we take the baby to Disney World.”

He chuckled. “That’d be amazing.”

While Violet retrieved the broom, Matt picked up what remained of his pencils. “Why do your friends hate me so much?” he asked when the woman returned.

“Because I talk shit about you behind your back.”

“Well that makes sense. So…what am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”

“Find a job that doesn’t make me vomit.”

“Noted.”

“Don’t destroy my house.”

“Never.”

“Don’t go into my bedroom.”

“Okay. How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know, Matthew,” she exhaled in exasperation. “You were there when they brought it up ten minutes ago. All I know is that I’m going to pack every bathing suit that I have and sit by the pool while hot guys fan me with banana leaves.”

The man frowned. “So…since we aren’t together…”

Violet shot him a look. “What?”

“Do I get to date women and bring them around the baby?”

“Absofuckinglutely not. There’s no way I’ll have a bunch of random women around my child.”

“So how long would I have to be dating a woman for it not to be considered random anymore?”

“Five years.”

“Are you serious?!”

“As a rash on your genitals.”

The man wrinkled his nose. “All I’m saying is that if I fall in love with someone, I’d want them to be a part of my life, just like the baby will be.”

“And all I’m saying is, fuck any little bitch that you want, just know that they won’t be around my kid simply for that reason.”

“Fair enough.”

“Me, on the other hand, I will have lots of sex before I become as big as a whale.”

Matt laughed. “Ohhh, so there’s the tramp phase your mother had mentioned.”

“Fuck all the way off.”

“Why would she say that then?”

“Because I was a wild teenager.”

“Really? I can’t imagine that. I see you as the preppy cheerleader type. The type that used to bully me,” he chuckled. “Well you bully me now, so.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “I hated the cheerleaders because their outfits were tacky.”

The man laughed. “So what made you wild?”

She paused for a moment. “I feel like I had the perfect​ childhood. My siblings and I were so happy, we traveled the world and everything was great. But when I was fourteen, my mom had an affair and it instantly resulted in a divorce. I couldn’t cope with having a broken home.”

“I feel like when you’re young, that really fucks you up.”

“It does! And my parents played tug of war with us over where we wanted to live. I was a complete daddy’s girl but he wanted to move to Miami and I just couldn’t do it. New York is where  fashion thrives.”

“Oh wow, at that age you knew that fashion is what you wanted to do?”

“Pfft, I knew from birth. I’d cry when they tried to put me in generic onesies.”

Matt laughed.

“So my mother made my decision to stay in New York all the more easy when she brided me with designer labels and trips to Paris. But then when she got remarried she tried to implement all of these rules that I wasn’t used to so I rebelled. I stayed out late, I smoked, I drank, I fucked every boy I could get my hands on- literally to the point where parents would call my mom telling her to ‘keep her slutty daughter on a leash’. It was a mess.”

“Holy shit. I would’ve never imagined you as that girl.”

“Yeaahhh. I was that sloppy bitch.”

“Well then not much has changed.” The joke earned Matt a slap on the arm. "Ooo, do it again,” he teased.

“You’re such a perv.”

“Thanks,” he said with a wink. “So what made you change your wild side?”

“Believe it or not, my mother cheated on her new husband with my father, so they divorced and my parents got remarried. My father wasn’t having my behavior and he knew just how to scare me shitless. Threatening to take my labels away, not wanting to pay for my fashion school and all that nonsense so I got myself together.”

“Is that all it took?” Matt chuckled.

“Yes! Like what girl doesn’t want the simple things in life? Her parents happily together and her designer labels.”

“Makes sense. I’m just happy to finally know the story behind the ‘tramp phase’.”

“Ugh, my mother. She’s just too much.”

“Are your parents still together?”

“They’re separated.”

“Aw, how come?”

“She fucked the pool boy.”

Matt pursed his lips.

“Exactly. I’m honestly surprised that she didn’t make a pass at you.”

“Well I doubt she’d want to mess around with her grandchild's​ father. That’d be a little too incestuous for anyone.”

“Not for people in Florida.”

Matt cackled. The man then helped in any way he could to clean up the mess before Violet began to pack. And when all of her travel plans had been set, Matt gave the woman a to-don’t list as he followed her out to the cab.

“Don’t eat anything weird. Don’t swallow ocean water. Don’t carry heavy stuff. Wait, should you even be traveling? What about the Zika?!”

“Calm down, Matthew. I’ve already been in contact with my doctor. Everything is fine. And when I get back, I have an ultrasound scheduled. She said we may even be able to confirm the gender of the baby by then.”

“How fucking excitinggggg,” he squealed.

“Very. So… I’ll see you in a week.”

“A week,” he sighed. “What did your boss say about that?”

“He approved Raven and Naomi’s days off because they already have their work for next week done but he told me that he didn’t care what I did.”

The man scowled and made a mental note. “Dick.”

“It breaks my heart but I’ll worry about that when I get back.”

“Be careful, Violet.”

“I will.”

The man reached out and gently palmed her stomach. Violet’s initial reaction was to slap his hand away but the woman felt oddly soothed by his touch.

“I can’t wait to meet the little guy.”

Violet smiled and for a second, let her guard down long enough to hug the man for the first time. Matt was taken aback but immediately wrapped his arms around her. The woman couldn’t believe how incredibly safe she felt in the man’s arms. She could’ve stayed there forever but the honk of the cab reminded her that it was time to go.

“Have fun. You deserve it.”

She nodded with wide, tired eyes.

“Oh!” he exclaimed as he pulled the handmade comic book from his pocket. “You’ll need reading material for the long flight.”

“Aww, thank you Matthew.” They shared another hug before the woman climbed in the cab. She closed the door but quickly rolled down the window. “If you destroy my house, I’ll destroy you.”

“Promise?” he said cheekily.

Violet rolled her eyes. “Goodbye, Matthew​,” she said, rolling up the window as the cab sped off.

—

The three women were sprawled out on their beach towels soaking up the rays of the sun as they did what they best: judged people.

“Aw, how far along do you think she is?” Naomi asked.

“She’s not pregnant, she’s just fat,” Raven replied.

“Oh my God, that’s so mean.”

“It’s the truth though,” Violet interjected. “Her stomach is jiggly. If she was pregnant, it’d be firmer​.”

“Thank you, our resident pregnant woman.” Naomi laughed as she glanced at her cellphone and smiled. “What do you guys think Bob is doing right now?”

Raven rolled her eyes. “Feeding some girl the same shitty lines he fed you.”

“I thought you were going to say feeding some girl pizza,” Violet said eliciting laughter from both her friends. “Whatttt? It’s the only logical conclusion.”

“You just want pizza.”

“I do!”

“Okay, five more minutes,” Raven pleaded. “I have to get my tan just right.”

Naomi grinned as she replied to the man’s silly Snapchat story.

“What do you guys think Matthew is doing right now? Please lie to me so that I don’t stress out about my apartment.”

“Picture it,” Naomi began, “he’s not even at your apartment anymore. He went back to LA because he finally realized that he wasn’t good enough for you or the baby.”

The thought made Violet pout. “Well, I don’t want him to leave, I just-”

“What?!” Naomi screeched. “Since when? Did you fuck him?”

“No! I just think he’s…a nice guy.”

Raven scoffed. “How did the topic go from thirsty Bob to the hobo? Why are we even talking about guys on a girl’s trip?”

“Cause that’s what you’re supposed to do,” Naomi replied. “And if you would give someone a chance, you’d have a guy to talk about too.”

“Oh, as if. And it’s not like Violet is dating Matthew. Why does she get to talk about him?”

“She skipped a few steps and went straight into having children so her 'man’ is an exception.”

“So you and Bob are an official thing?” Violet asked.

“Yesss,” she said with a hint of childlike excitement. “He’s perfect. So before I left, he-”

Raven grumbled under her breath as she pushed herself​ off of her towel.

“Where are you going? I was in the middle of a story.”

“An important story?”

“To me, yes. And as my friend, if it’s important to me, it should be important to you as well.”

“I'm​ just going to the boardwalk for a drink. Do you guys want anything?”

“No,” Naomi replied with a roll of her eyes.

“Can you see if they have pizza? If not, can you get pretzels? No, no a churro. I’ll take a churro.”

“Okay.” Raven sloshed through the sand away from the beach.

“Two churros!” Violet shouted after her.

“Okay!”

“So, what’s this about Matt?” Naomi asked. “You like him all of a sudden?”

“No, I don’t like him. I just see his potential. He’s trying so hard to get a job and provide for the baby and I think he’ll be a really good father.”

—

In nothing but his underwear, a white sheet tied around his neck and a pair of Violet’s cleaning goggles, Matt sprinted down the corridor​ of the apartment in search of heroic inspiration. “Oh, yeah. I love the way this cape flows.”

—

"Yeah. He’ll make a great father.”

“I don’t know, Vi,” Naomi said skeptically​. “He’s  just so immature.”

“I think he’s getting better though.”

—

Matt leapt off of his bed in dramatic fashion. “Hazaaaa! You’ll never take me alive, Galactitty!”

—

“I get what you’re saying, but he gave me the entire check for the week that he worked at the butcher shop. He told me to put it in the baby’s piggy bank.”

“Awww,” Naomi let out just as Raven returned.

“What are we 'awwwing’ about?” she asked as she gave Violet her churros.

“The possibility that Matthew might actually be adorable,” Naomi informed.

“Cargo pants,” Raven reminded causing the other women to cringe.

“Nevermind,” they said collectively before laughing.

—

Feeling fully inspired, Matt quickly began to scrawl into his sketchbook when he saw a copy of Girly Magazine on the coffee table. After mindlessly flipping through it, he saw the familiar name. “Sutan Amrull…the dick head,” he grumbled. Under the name was a list of contact information. Matt didn’t hesitate to call the first number he saw.

“Hello, thank you for calling the front desk of Girly Magazine!” the upbeat woman chirped. “My name is Jaymes, how can I help you?”

Matt deepened his voice before he spoke. “Um, yes. Hello, Jaymes, My name is…Seymour.”

“Hi, Mr. Seymour. How can I help you?”

“I’m the CEO of… Galactitty Magazine and I’d really like to speak to Sutan Amrull about a business proposition.”

“Oh, that sounds fabulous!” she squeaked. “He normally doesn’t take these types of calls himself, but I do think he’s available right now so why not. What was your name again?”

“Seymour.”

“Last name?”

Matt couldn’t control himself from saying the following. “…Butts.”

“Seymour Butts?”

“…Yes.”

There was a long pause but the energetic woman simply squeaked again.  “Okay, Mr. Butts. I’ll put you right through!”

The man exhaled in relief. “Thank you.”

Moments later, a confused Sutan answered the phone. “Hello?”

Matt couldn’t believe that he’d actually gotten the man he’d grown to loathe on the phone. He refused to hold anything back. “Yes, Mr. Sutan Amrull. How dare you be such a prick towards Violet Chachki! You treat her like shit when she’s done nothing but her best. This is her dream job and she tries so hard, even while pregnant for fucks sake! Pregnant women can still work, but they get sick and need breaks sometimes!”

“Whoa, whoa, Violet’s pregnant?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know! Why else would she be throwing up all over the place?!”

He didn’t respond and it made Matt even angrier. “Fuck you, you selfish piece of shit! Violet deserves the fucking world and I hope you choke on the pages of your stupid magazine for not giving it to her! She’ll find a magazine that will actually appreciate her and Girly will be used to line pet cages with! Fuck you!” he fumed before hanging up.

—

“I feel like Captain Underpants,” Matt said as he scoured the kitchen in search of snacks just as his phone began to ring. Hopeful that it was Violet, he sprinted to the​ device and answered. “Hello?” he chirped.

“Why do you sound like fucking Mary Poppins?”

The man groaned. “Hey, Jake.”

“Don’t sound so excited to hear from me!” he said sarcastically​.

“Sorry, I was expecting Violet to call. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just waiting for you to open the door.”

“Huh?” The doorbell rang. “What the fuckkk,” Matt gasped. He made his way to the front door, opened it and saw his best friend carrying a suitcase.

Jake’s expression went from excited to confused to a massive cackle. “What the actual fuck are you wearing, dude?!”

“I’m getting inspiration! What are you doing here?!”

“I came to visit you! You always sound so depressed over the phone and now I see why!” Jake pulled his friend into a headlock and rustled his hair. “You’re away from me for a few weeks and you lose your fucking mind!”

“Get…off…” Matt wheezed.

Jake dramatically kissed his head before releasing him.

“What are you doing here, Jake?”

“I told youuuuu. Visiting!”

“For how long? Where are you staying?”

“A week! While the baby mama is away, the guys will play!” he said as he delivered fake punches to the man’s abdomen.

“Okay, okay but where are you​ staying?” he repeated.

“Here!”

Matt took a few steps back. “Jake, you can’t stay here.”

“Why not?! Ding dong the witch is gone! I’ll leave before she gets back and she’ll never even know that I was here.”

“Dude, you don’t know Violet. She’s like Nancy Drew on steroids. She’ll know.”

“Well, my ticket to leave isn’t until Sunday morning and I don’t have enough money to stay at a hotel for a week.” The man pouted. “You gonna make me be homeless too, Matty?”

The man groaned. “Dudeeeee. Okay, fine you can stay here but there are strict rules that you have to follow.”

“Alright,” he said as he flopped onto the sofa with his dirty boots draped over the armrest. “Lay it on me.”

“Jake, get off of that couch, now!”

The man jumped up. “Why? Is there a spider?!”

“No! You’re not allowed to sit on the couch!” Matt rushed over to check the damage but was grateful that there wasn’t any.

“Why the fuck not? It’s a couch, they’re meant to be sat on.”

“Violet is…different.”

“Ohhhhh, yeah. I remember you telling me that she was a germaphobic bitch.”​

Matt frowned. “Don’t call her that.”

“That’s what you said!”

“I know, but… things have changed.”

“Oh, God, don’t tell me that you’re fucking her. Dude, gross!”

“What?! No! I’ve just gotten to know her a little more and she’s really not that bad.”

Jake rolled his eyes.

“Besides, she’s pregnant with my kid so there has to be some sort of respect line drawn.”

“Gotcha. Now show me your palace!”

Matt gave the man a tour of the home and Jake wrinkled his nose. “This place is too sterile. It’s uncomfortable.”

“That’s the way she likes it.”

“Yuck. What room is this?” the man asked as he jiggled the doorknob.

“Violet’s bedroom.”

“Why’s the door locked?”

“To keep people out.”

“To keep people out or to keep you out?”

“Does it matter? It’s her house, she can do what she wants.”

“Whatevsss. What does she have to eat?” The man bolted into the kitchen with an underwear and cape cladded Matt following close behind.

“Jake, wait! Don’t touch anything without washing your hands three times first! Use gloves! Get a disinfectant wipe! Ugh!”

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Return of the Hounds Pt. 1

I’ve literally been so busy I started this right after I watch TFP and I haven’t been able to finish it until like now. So here it is, I just had to get it off my chest. Part 1 of 2!

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 2,632

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“Boring!”

“You haven't even let me finish!” “It's twins. Solved it last night while you were at the pub.” “But it's never twins, you said it yourself it's never twins!” “Well this time it is.” He ripped the knives out of the wallpaper and returned to start over. “Well that's it then.” You said, defeated. “What?” He whipped around, unconsciously aiming a dagger at you. You threw your hands up in front of your face and grimaced. You wanted to believe he wouldn't throw it at you, but with Sherlock you could never be sure. He looked confused at your reaction until he followed your line of sight. “Sorry,” he said, lowering the weapon. “What do you mean that's it then? You're trying to tell me you can't find a case? In all of London there's nothing for me?” “I'm not your secretary,” you said narrowing your eyes. “But no, nothing left that you want. We've been here for three days, Sherlock. I've read through everything.” “Three days? No, no it can't- oh, that's why John brought the paper in.” “Paper comes on Tuesday though? We've been at it since Wednesday.” “He only brings it in if it's been out there for more than 56 hours. He doesn't even realize but OCD is a very efficient time keeper.” You shook off his deduction. Not important. “So you want me to look outside of London then?” “What? Yes, yes anywhere, look in the bloody- “ “States? Oh, wow, there's plenty to keep you busy here.” The US crime news page seemed to go on forever. Hate crimes seemed to saturate the list, but those were obvious. Sherlock needed a challenge if you wanted to keep him out of your hair for a while.

“Here's one. Has to deal with the president.” He threw a knife at the wall and groaned. “No no, he's an idiot. Next!” Crack. A second knife splintered the wall. “Doctors puzzled at rare amnesia cases?” You searched the article. “Here it is again. 4 dead in connection with unknown amnesia virus.” “Patients manic in their last moments, extensive internal bleeding.” “Amnesia virus contained to one-“  you laughed and shook your head. “What?” He asked, skimming the article from over your shoulder. “Did the press ever get hold of what happened at Baskerville?” You turned to look at him. “No, Mycroft kept it quiet, no one knew.” “So no one found out that it was finished? That anyone found out what was happening?” He cocked his head and furrowed his brow. “Amnesia virus contained to one Indiana hospital. Liberty hospital on lockdown after outbreak of unknown disease take 5 lives, infects 9 more.” Sherlock smiled. “Perfect!” He stabbed the third knife into the arm of your chair, slicing the woven sleeve of your sweater. “We need to get you a damn case, I don't have many sweaters left and I'm not risking losing an arm.” “What exactly has he been doing?” John leaned in and asked quietly, to not disturb the working genius. “I like to think he's been packing, but it doesn't take 13,000 steps in a 50 foot flat to pack for a trip to America. You ready then?” He nodded, glancing over at the luggage by the door.

“I'll grab mine.” “Yea, cab should be ready soon.” He glanced down at his watch. “We're going to be late, Sherlock, what the hell are you doing in there?” He walked out with a small day bag and his face buried in his cell phone, nearly walking right into John. “What have you been doing in there?” Mrs. Hudson said frowning. “Sounded like you were running a marathon. Gonna wear a hole in my rug if you don't get a change of scenery.” A smile snuck onto her lips as Sherlock gave her a tight squeeze goodbye. She gave you a hug as you collected your luggage. “Keep him safe, will you dear?” “I'll try my best,” You giggled as you walked out of the flat. You loaded your luggage into the cab and squeezed in beside Sherlock. “Heathrow, please.” Once you boarded your flight, you settled in. You decided confidently that'd you'd try to take a nap, after sitting through not one, but three of the documentaries provided by the airline. There were seven hours left on the flight; maybe there'd be something better on later. You put in your headphones and, thankfully, started dozing off right away. Your head bobbed gently against the back of your chair, your breathing slowed, and your music drowned out the roaring of the engines. Light turbulence nudged you awake. You brought your watch close to your tired eyes to read the time. 3 hours left. “I slept for 4 hours? On a plane? Well I was surprisingly comfortable…” Your cheeks turned red. You must've rested your head on Sherlock’s shoulder without knowing. You wanted to move softly, so he didn't notice anything, but when you tried, you felt pressure holding you down. His breathing was soft. He must've fallen asleep on you, too. The cabin was dark, the music played softly in your ears. You were the most comfortable you've been in years, and you fell back to sleep. Sherlock stirred gently as the plane began its descent. You followed suit, clearing your throat and turning your head to the open window to your right. Your eyes squinted as you greeted the bright blue sky and the growing buildings below. “So how exactly are we going to get into this hospital to get the information we need?” John asked, munching on an order of French fries. “I mean, it's on lockdown, we can’t exactly just walk in.” “Well, the story did say the only people who seemed to get infected were those prone to seizures, didn't it? They thought it had something to do with the medicine.” Sherlock nodded, cocking his head. “Don't panic.” You whispered to the two. Suddenly, you froze. Your eyes seemed to gloss over as you locked your muscles and threw yourself from your chair. You seized on the floor, voluntary spasms shaking your entire body. Sherlock and John followed along beautifully. “Oh my god, oh my God!” John yelled as Sherlock called an ambulance. “Is anyone here a doctor, my God what the hell is happening to her?!” He exclaimed, drawing the attention of at least two dozen onlookers. A woman rushed to your side. “I'm a doctor. Everyone stand back. She needs space and air. She's having a seizure. No one touch her. Do you know her?” “Yes, yes she's my best friend. She's never done this before!” The woman held him back. “She’s fine, she'll be fine, you friend is calling an ambulance. We just have to wait until then.” The EMTs arrived quicker than anticipated. By then, you were fine, but John insisted on them taking you in anyway, since the fit was “totally out of the blue, unpredicted, and terrifying if it were to happen again.” They agreed, and loaded you into the ambulance. “Where are we going? Which hospital?” You asked “weakly”. “Miami Valley, mam.” “Why not Liberty Regional?” “Well, that’s about 45 minutes away.” “Huh. Good to know.” You sat up in the gurney and gave a swift kick, sending the EMT flying back. “Sherlock, the driver!” You ordered. “Get some scrubs on, Doctor Watson. We have a long ride ahead of us.” Sherlock sent the driver tumbling out of the cabin and took his place. You pulled up a map to Liberty Regional for him and sped off.

“Well that didn't go exactly as I planned. When was the last time you didn't pull the doctor card?” He shrugged. “All worked out though.”

Sherlock whipped through the ambulance dock, opening the back doors to help lower you out. “You can't be here, the whole place is on lockdown.” A nurse tried to shoo you away. “Your higher up seemed to tell us different.” John said sternly. “I called it in already. Said to take a look at her.” The woman was convinced. “She's had a seizure. She’s alright, just had a bit of a fright. First one, you know how that goes.” “If she's scared about that, she'll be petrified once she gets the bill.” The nurse laughed as she brought you in, taking you through the almost completely deserted halls. “Where is everyone?” You asked. Well, not to worry you, but there's been an outbreak of something, so we haven't been accepting new patients. In the process of evacuating them actually. It's contained to a few rooms, though. You'll be fine.” She wheeled you into a dim room and helped you onto the bed. “A doctor will be right in to talk to you. You shouldn't be here for too long.” As promised, a doctor and nurse, both masked walked in with a drip feed and clipboard, shutting the door behind him. The bag was labeled ‘SALINE 1.2 mg dos’. “Hello.” He said quietly from behind the mask. “I apologize, for this. I’d much rather be face to face-“ he said, moving uncomfortably close you “-but as you must’ve heard, there’s been a sort of outbreak here. We’re working very hard to keep everyone safe and prevent his from spreading.” Your blood ran cold. It was Culverton Smith. You hid your accent as best as you could to prevent any possibility of him catching on to your plan.

“Not doing too well of a job though are you? I heard it spread to what, 9 people now?”

He became noticeably agitated. He didn’t expect your response. That just meant he had to work quicker. He laughed it off. “That’s not exactly my area.”

“Well who’s is it? No one knows what caused it, so who’s in charge of it? Neurology? Virology? The janitors?” You cursed yourself in your mind. You’re slipping. You just couldn’t help it. You laughed to help lighten the tension, and he followed suit.

“So what I hear is, you've had a seizure?” He was anxious to change the subject. You nodded. “It was my first one, ever. No one in my family has them either.”

He motioned for a nurse to hook you up to the IV. You started to panic.

“Is this really necessary? I thought I’d just be coming in for a consultation, a checkup.”

“Oh no, sorry. You’ll need to stay overnight, maybe for about a week. We need to conduct some follow-up tests, you know, make sure you’re not infected.”

Your heart raced.

“You read the news, didn’t you? “Strange amnesia virus infects seizure patients.” This hospital isn’t accepting new patients. So how exactly did you get in here? Well by faking a seizure of course! You wanted to find out the cause, so you could help find a cure, didn’t you? Well, relax. I’ll tell you my little secret.” He dropped the mask and the fake accent. “Oh, I am sorry though, this saline that’s flooding your system right now, isn’t saline. It’s a memory inhibitor. Blocks new ones, kind of dissolves old ones too I’m afraid. Take notes, you won’t be able to remember any of this in the morning, if you even live that long.” He laughed again, standing up. “Well, this is lovely, but I’ve got another patient to tend to. And try not to scratch at the IV, leaves a nasty scar.” He returned the mask to his face, and he and the nurse disappeared out the door.

You looked around the room, your memory fading. Anxiety rose up within you, but you couldn’t remember why. You glanced down at your arm, the small needle stuck in your vein.

The IV. The IV. The IV. Those words reverberated in your mind, but you just couldn’t remember why.

Suddenly, Sherlock and John busted through the door, shutting it quietly and locking it behind them.

They were frantic, flying over to your side and bombarding you with questions about why you had an IV in, what the doctor said, and what was going on.

“Wait,” you quieted them, bringing your hands to your temples.

Sherlock and John shared a panicked glance before you decided.

“He said it was something to do with... Agh! I can't remember, it was something with seizure patients, but we knew that already!  uh…”

“I can't remember!” You cried. Your eyes frantically searched the familiar faces for a shred of a memory, something to remind you what was Culverton’s plan. Sherlock grabbed you by the shoulders and met your eyes, following them around the room.

“Can you remember anything?” He pressed, his face twisting in fear of the unthinkable.

You shook your head, then suddenly stopped. your eyes seemed to gloss over for a second, fixated on a distant point in the hallway. You came to, and pulled away from his grip, wiping your eyes and studying the men in front of you. “What are you talking about? Remember anything about what?” You replied, dryly.

The color drained from Sherlock’s face. He swallowed hard. His worst fear had come true. First it was Mary. Now you. He promised he'd keep you safe on any case the two of you went on. And now you were hours before dying, and there was nothing he could do about it without giving in to the one man Sherlock feared.

John stepped in, pushing Sherlock aside. “Yes, Ms. (Y/N), is it? Doctor Watson.” He shook your hand. “You have been sent here because of an accident you had.” He picked up a blank clipboard that rested at the bottom of your bed. “You fell off a ladder and hit your head? That could be the reason why you don't remember, blunt force trauma could lead to unconsciousness, memory loss. It's all very common and nothing to be worried about.” A look of relief crossed your face. “Let's just get a quick look at that. Would you mind leaning forward for me?” You obeyed, sitting up and leaning over. He brushed the hair off your shoulder and stabbed a syringe into your arm.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Who are you?! I'm going to call… security, and you'll… you'll be…. arrested… and lose…” Your shoulders fell limp and your head bobbed forward as you lost consciousness. Sherlock rushed to you, but John held him back.

“She'll be fine. Just a tranquilizer. It'll slow her heart rate, keep her in one spot for a while. But we have to work quickly.”

Sherlock nodded, backing away. A call rang in on the landline on the bedside table. With a deep breath, John answered.

“Hello?” He said, clearing his throat. He handed it over. An unsteady hand took it, greeted by a wicked laugh on the other end.

“What the hell is this?” Sherlock yelled through gritted teeth.

“Just a little game of mine. I heard you like games, Mr. Holmes.” His mind was clouded, but still useful. The accent was American, but fake. Crooked teeth interrupted the flow of speech. An echo, a beeping, a heart rate monitor.

Two heart rate monitors.

Three.

Seven.

The ICU.

A second voice piped up inaudibly in the background

“Oh, I'm afraid I have to go, Mr. Holmes. Someone needs my care.”

The distinct loading of a gun. A terrified plea. A single shot. A dull thump. John turned in the direction of the noise down the hall.

“Come get me, Mr. Holmes, before I win the game.” The laugh resumed before cancelling the call. Sherlock tore the phone from the table in audible frustration, shattering it against the far wall.

He turned and saw John, focused like a bloodhound on a scent, waiting for a command. “This way.” He urged.

The pair raced towards the sound, slamming the door behind them.

Part 2

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04/17/2017 DAB Transcript

Joshua 15:1-63 ~ Luke 18:18-43 ~ Psalm 86:1-17 ~ Proverbs 13:9-10

Today is the 17th day of April.  Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible.  I'm Brian.  It's great to be here with you today, today and every day, and here we go, taking the next step forward in this journey that we are on that is nothing short of epic, through the Bible in a year, and we find ourselves in the promised land before much is really set up, before settling in has taken place.  It's just that many battles and large swathes of land have been captured and those large swaths of land are being given to the different tribes.  Joshua chapter 15, verses 1 through 63 today.    

Prayer

Father, we take to heart the blind beggar in Jericho today.  We see that he was desperate enough to face humiliation and screamed at the top of his lungs because he wanted one thing and he had hope that you could give him this one thing, that he could see again.  So Father, this is also our prayer, let us see. Open the eyes of our hearts. Unite us, spirit, soul and body in union with you, in relation with you, intimately intertwined with you.  Open our eyes, let us see this day the kingdom that is in and among us and all around us and that we will either advance or retreat today.  Help us in all of our thoughts, words, and deeds, in everything about this day.  We give it to you, in fellowship with you. Come Holy Spirit, we want to see and we ask in Jesus’ name, amen.  

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Hi my lovely Daily Audio Bible family.  And this is the second time I'm calling.  I'm calling from Scotland and I don’t always listen to the prayer after the daily reading, but the last few times that I have and there has been mention of bipolar, there was a chap that phoned in a few weeks ago, I was looking for you on the Facebook page but never find you, and there was a lady that phoned in today.  I'm sorry, ___ name, and my heart just stopped.  I was diagnosed with bipolar when I was 18.  I'm now 34.  My heart is just there for your daughter who is suffering psychosis and for the chap that phoned in, unsure of his name, ___ and I'm just there with you and I'm praying with you all the way from Scotland because I just love that we can come together and pray together.  And the lady that was on today mentioned the various people saying you’re not praying enough.  I’ve heard all of that.  I’ve heard “Oh, do you really need to take the medication?  Are you sure you’re not praying enough?”  And I'm like, “Listen, my soul is good.  My soul is well.  The chemical imbalance in my brain, not so much.”  And this is the thing.  People wouldn’t tell people with epilepsy or diabetes to stop taking their drugs and pray more and this is what we need to break down.  It's a chemical imbalance in your brain and that is why it's so important that we do not tell people not to take their medication but support them and scaffold them in prayer whilst the medication works and gets them stable and then when they are stable, please, you can look if there are any spiritual things that need to ___ praying over because usually there is.  Usually there is hurt from the past or situations.  Like I just recently dealt with issues of anxiety that I didn’t even know were there.  I just thought it was part of my life.  So I'm praying from a place of understanding.  I’m praying from a place of love.  

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Hi.  I'm Frances. I'm a first time caller.  I have several requests please.  I have a dear friend in Austin, TX.  She is an elderly lady.  Her name is Earlene.  Her body is wracked with neuropathy pain.  I have another friend.  His name is Brian.  He needs salvation and a safe place to live in.  I need prayer for reunification with my children and I am also faced with breast cancer.  Thank you very much for your prayers.

Yes, hi.  My name is Kevin.  I'm calling from South Carolina and just wanted to get a prayer request.  I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar and OCD and I have a four-month ___ where I have a lot of doubt about my salvation, even though I was saved when I was nine years old.  I just wanted to get prayer for that, that God would just give me the assurance of my salvation and help me to rest in it and not doubt it at all.  And that he would just help me grow from all this and just get to a place where I can be used by him to help other people and get out of my own head basically about it all.  That's what I'm calling for prayer for and I just appreciate those prayers, that God would just give me the assurance of my salvation, give me the confidence in my salvation so that I don’t ever doubt it again.  I love you all and I appreciate it.  Great job, what you're doing, Brian.  I appreciate everything you're doing and find a lot of comfort in your ministry.  Thank you very much.  Goodbye. God bless.  

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for the f anon. do you have a time line when camren broke up and then made up again? have you got any information on what really happened to camila in 2015/16? did she have a mental brake down? did her anxiety ocd take over? like we know it was bad because her mom was with her everywhere. and she had to be separated from ot4. but privately surely the girls especially lauren and dinah was there for her? how many times was she in hospital. because after every visit the side effects are visible.

I know I took ages to answer this, anon but here’s F answer: (Long ass post coming)

Hello, dear Anon.

I’m gonna answer your questions in order.

1) 2012-2016. This is the timeline that I’m gonna explain just because so you can go check based on the concerts, interviews, etc. Compared to the first years, the timeline from 2017 to today is much simpler because they’ve broken up very few times. This one here that I’m gonna explain (2012-2016), is based on what I know and also my theories. You can, as usual, disagree with me.

In January 2017, Camila talked about the evolution of her music during Lena Dunham’s Women of the Hour podcast, by explaining how she created her life story through the songs she wrote. Starting precisely from the age of 15, when she had her first kiss. She practically and inadvertently exposed the lie she has always been forced to tell regarding the famous first kiss she had when she was ‘17’. [The entire podcast has been removed, unfortunately. But you can go listen to the audio posted by 5HxCC News on Youtube, called ‘CAMILA CABELLO TALK FIRST KISS ON PODCAST’.]

According to the calculations, the kiss must have occurred between December 20, 2012, that is when X-Factor ended, and January 17, 2013, that is when they signed the contract with Syco/Epic in Los Angeles. My guess? It happened that same New Year’s Eve when the Cabellos spent it over at the Jaureguis.

Throughout 2013 until the beginning of April 2014, L and C had a strange relationship. They were friends, but they behaved and did things you wouldn’t do with a friend. Doesn’t that ring a bell? Oh, hello ‘Like Friends Do’!

2014: Become official in early April and broke up in late November. Small parenthesis. They were both 17 years old in April 2014. Oh, hello to you too ‘Used to This’!

2015: From the end of December 2014/the very first days of January 2015, to the beginning of April. From mid-July to mid-October. From the beginning of November to almost mid-December, they did a continuous on-again, off-again that lasted throughout 2016.

2016: from almost mid-January to mid-February. From early March to early April. From mid-May to early June. This makes me laugh. Only the first few days of August, then from mid-August to the end of August, and again, in hops the first days of September, and from after those hops, until almost the end of September. From early October to almost mid-October (broke up only for a few days), and then until mid-November. And lastly, only a few days in mid-December.

2) Camila suffers from one of the variants of OCD since she was 8, and despite seeing a therapist since 2013, her OCD was diagnosed at the end of 2015. C also suffers from anxiety, panic attacks, mood disorders, and depression (all linked to her OCD). These are things that we’ve been able to witness with our own eyes on more than one occasion. She’s always tried to bottle everything up and not show herself 'weak’ in front of people, in front of us fans. The last thing she wanted was to let people know how much she was really struggling, and therefore, she always tried to disguise it as best she could. Many times, even using her humor as a shield. Picture certain events like a time bomb. Picture her depression as a progression ready to explode:

March 2015, mild. October, November, December 2015, and January 2016, medium. From June to August 2016, high, + explosion in early September, which consequently led to the permanent presence of mama Sinu.

Everything has been derived and therefore worsened by: 1) The rhythms that have always been crazy. 2) Having to deal with many people every day. 3) Having grown up in the spotlight and being constantly observed. 4) Labels that told them what to do (through management) even when they just had to breathe. 5) The expectations and the pressure they’d put on her for being chosen as the chosen one. 6) Having her relationship secretly because they’d rather pass her off as a killer rather than queer/bisexual/gay or in any case associate her romantically with a girl. 7) All the hatred constantly received.

And the list goes on… Anxiety consumed her life for a long time. Now comes and goes.

3) Yes, of course Laurinah were there for her. As were Ashlee, Normani, Ally, Hoko, Michel'Le, Lauren (Fuller), Roger, and a few other crew members who were with them on the tour. As were her family, Jenny, Sandra, Marielle, Mariana, Brooke, Megan, Tica, Rebecca, Guido, Steven, Javi, and her other Miami friends.

Guys, Camila is a private person. The fact that she’s private, however, doesn’t mean that at the time or now, she doesn’t have other friends. It wasn’t just Lauren, Dinah, and Ashlee. And as for 5H, of course Mani and Ally were there for her too, contrary to what they want us to believe. Just think about it. And don’t think that only Dinah was their captain. Who was the one who went to Taylor’s ‘1989 Tour’ concert with Camila? Who was the one who went with them to the famous 1975 concert in Los Angeles on April 16, 2014? Who was the one who tried to protect them from the paparazzi in London in 2015? And instead, who was the one who always helped them lie during interviews? Who was the one who could never manage to control her expressions at first glance in questions that caught them off guard?

Ally and Mani were captains as much as Dinah. There are billions of interviews that prove it. In their own way, they always helped and teased them. Think of the video where Ally fakes a laugh as Lauren loudly slaps C’s ass, who screams “Lauren!” Think about the performances of specific songs. One, for example, is ‘They Don’t Know About Us’, and Norminah always teased them especially during that song. Think about when fans asked Ally if Camren was real and she ran away, laughing and not answering. Think of Mani during the ‘BOSS or TOSS’ game. There are millions of other examples.

4) 3 times. But, as we saw with Dinah in that 2017 video, they may have given her intravenous therapies when she needed it. It’s common, especially for overworked artists.

Oh and, guys. I saw that the audio of the uncut interview with Hitz FM station that the girls did in Malaysia on July 6, 2016, which was released on August 5, has returned to spread. I don’t know why it’s back to spreading now since I heard it already, if I’m not mistaken, in 2017, and saved it a couple of years ago. But anyway, that’s not the point. The point is, I saw that they wrote what Camila says, and it’s wrong. Listen to the audio even at full volume if you want, but C doesn’t say ‘False’. This is what happens:

I (Interviewer): “This one an interesting one. Are Camila and Lauren dating?”

L: “No”

C: “Ugh, Jesus Christ”

I: “Yeah, I know” at the same time as what he says, C laughs awkwardly as a result of her comment “It comes down on Google 'cause people are googling it!”

L: “No! It’s amazing how people continue to do that”

I don’t know if whoever wrote that heard wrong or what. If it’s one of those “which name do you hear, Yanny or Laurel?” cases, you know? But I just wanted to point this out to you. That’s all.

Okay. Love u, guys. Stay safe, please. With love, Faby.