#that`s why i wasn`t even posting yesterday

[shrimpyjackal]

Ehe-he im very busy and was mentally unprepared for the rollercoaster i have these past 3 days so im not even posting stuff, but hey i drew my fave girl during food-break! Love her more and more each ep, esp after the 4th

[classypauli]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

Chapter 6

MASTERLIST

tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary: Last night was… well it just was. And Tara wasn’t really happy about it, clearly.

tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers, hangover y/n, angry tara, jelous, jealous, jealous

Tara always got what she wanted. Always. Did she think she was spoiled? No, not really. She didn´t think she was spoiled, she just hated the idea of not getting what she wanted and everyone around her knew it. Especially her sister.

She and Sam were the same yet so different. They looked the same, cared for one another the same and almost enjoyed the same things. But what they didn´t share was opinions and judgment. The viewing of the world and its look. The sentiment. But at the end of the day, things were thrown into the trash because they had nothing to do with love.

They would do first and last for each other.

These were the things that the young Carpenter appreciated the most. Having family and friends that she could rely on and trust. She would do anything to protect her circle of the people she loves. Why was she even thinking that way right now?

Because of her.

At the time Tara got home she already scrutinized the girl. Found out her name and birthday, her family and the names of her friends as well as her pet, which was by the way pretty cute but Tara didn´t want to get distracted and soft by that idea.

She checked who she follows and...

„This bitch.“ Tara whispered under her breath after she found your account in her following list. Of course, she already did that. Tara wouldn´t be surprised if she already texted you. Her fists clenched at that thought.

Her finger pressed the small round photo of yours to get into your page. Your photos and highlights loaded and Tara started to stalk. No, she wasn´t a stalker and she definitely wasn´t stalking you, she was just looking for her friend.

Friend.

That´s what you are now? To Tara you have always been someone close to her friends, you were in her friend group but she never took you as a friend. She got feeling she wasn´t your friend either but... she needed to take care of you because of her friends, no?

She clicked on the last post of yours which were some random photos you took like school and coffee, there was even Ethan who looked like he didn´t enjoy being photographed, the last photo was you with a headset around your head doing some weird faces.

You were pretty cute, yeah so what? She finally said that but that doesn´t mean you aren´t getting on her nerves every time you open your stupid mouth.

„Your right dimple is deeper than the left one.“

Tara´s corners of her mouth got up a little.

After that, she pressed the button of the comments. Chad was laughing at Ethan and also Ethan cursing you. The last comment is what made Tara´s smile drop. It was from that girl, an emoji with a heart in her eyes.

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Sam was minding her business in the next room when she suddenly heard a loud sound coming from her younger sister´s room.

„What the hell is she doing?“

-

The bright sun shining through the window right into your eyes was the first thing your brain processed. Maybe if you were a little bit smarter last night and didn´t drink like an alcoholic you would be in a better state.

„Ugh someone help.“ you rolled on the side of your bed and stood up. You felt disgusting you smelled bad and your hair was everywhere. The clothes from the night before were still on you only now they looked all folded and wet from your sweat.

You grabbed your phone that was on your table seeing a lot of unopened messages as well as a low battery. Suddenly it started ringing signalizing a phone call.

„Hello?“ you said with your throat hurting a little.

„Y/N? Hey buddy, you okay?“

„I´m fine Ethan, I just woke up what´s up?“

„Oh, sorry! I was just a little worried about you I didn´t see you yesterday leaving and also didn´t hear from you so I just wanted to check.“ he said with a quick explanation.

„Oh I just drank a little more than I should have yesterday.“ you laughed a little still with not much energy. You just wanted to take a shower and go to bed again.

„You don´t feel fine? Should I come? I-“

„No Ethan it´s fine, I´m fine just a little exhausted but nothing serious. Don´t stress yourself.“

„Oh.“ he said quietly trying to read your voice. „If you say so, but if anything just text me, okay? I want to be here for my friend.“

You smiled at his words. No doubt he was your best friend. „Of course. Thanks, buddy.“

You grabbed new clothes and went straight to the shower. It was like an invisible relief that was washed off of you. After that, you put on some sweatpants with a hoodie and went to lie down again. Suddenly your phone lit up with a new message.

Demi: Hey you ok? I was worried ab you last night

Demi: when you wake up text me

Demi: Y/N

It was Demitra? Were you that much wasted that everybody knows it or what? Oh Gosh, you prayed that you didn´t do anything embarrassing what will everybody remember for the rest of their lives when they look at you?

And even though, why was she so worried, it wasn´t like you knew each other that long. But it was good to have someone to worry about you except your best friend.

Y/N: hey sorry to worry!

Y/N: everything fine promise

She immediately saw your text and replied to you. You spent a pretty long time just texting and lying around, having no energy to do anything more. Demitra was a good girl. She was attentive and soft-spoken. You weren´t an idiot, you saw that she was interested in you, otherwise she wouldn´t try to talk to you every time she saw you or texted you, right?

But was she someone you would go out? You´ve never thought about it not anyone. Maybe it was time to finally step up from this introverted state and go to see some new people. Who knows, maybe it will lead to her. The question is, would you be mad about it?

-

The knock on your door was a thing that tore you off of watching the TV. You kept lying down with a confused face. But the knock was there again only this time louder.

„Are you serious.“ you got up not wanting to leave your comfortable couch. Behind your door was Mindy and Chad with Ethan and behind him Tara.

„And what are you doing here huh?“ you asked as you opened the door wider for them to come in.

„Why are you asking so offended do you have someone in here?“ Chad said with a smirk on his face.

„Y/N why the hell is so dark in here? I feel like I´m in a cave!“ Mindy yelled as she went to your window to unfold the curtains.

Tara turned around and scrunched her nose. „Ew it smells so bad in here, do you ever open your windows?“

„Oh my and this trash, when was the last time you cleaned your house Y/N?“ Chad asked. Your nerves were getting higher with each word that left their mouth. Did you come to annoy you?

„You came here just to get on my nerves or what?“

„Y/N I bought you a soup.“ you turned to Ethan who was standing across the room with a small can of food. He was so cute that you would never forgive yourself if you said something hurtful.

„Thanks, Ethan you are the best.“

Chad sat down on your couch taking a controller into his hand. „And I´m not?“

„No, you are an idiot.“ you smiled vacantly at him. „And anyway weren´t you also drunk last night?“ you asked him.

„Well yeah but I guess I can just handle it better than you.“ he smiled.

„Handle it better my ass.“ you whispered under your breath with an annoyed look.

-

„How do you feel?“

You turned to the side seeing Tara leaning by the kitchen door. Her arms were folded and her eyes were focused on you.

„Fine, I guess.“ you said as you took another spoon of Ethan´s soup into your mouth.

She higher up her eyebrows as if she didn´t believe you. „I´m pretty surprised, you were like a different person last night.“ Your eyes widen at her words.

„No I wasn´t! I was completely fine!“

„Raising your voice is only making me sure that you don´t remember a thing.“ she unfolded her arms and went into your fridge.

„Yeah I forgot that you know everything.“ you shot her an angry look. „And what do you think you are doing?“

„Serving myself?“ she grabbed some snack that was there opened it and took a bite. „And yeah, I know because I was taking care of your drunk ass yesterday you idiot.

„So what? You want me to thank you?“ you looked at her with face puppy dog eyes. She rolled your eyes at your child's behavior.

„That´s what it should be.“

„Yeah like hell that I will thank someone like you. I don´t remember it so I´m taking it like it never happened to shut your short ass up.“

„What did you say you moron?“ she ran to you and slapped your shoulder with all her strength.

„Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?“ you stood up looking down at her with anger across your face.

„Me? You are the one that doesn´t have the basics or polite behavior!“ she yelled into your face with her big brown eyes standing almost on her tippy toes to look more intimidating.

„Will you two stop it´s getting annoying!“ Mindy yelled from the living room. You huffed before you grabbed the plate with your soup to leave.

Tara looked down at her hand and then looked at you. „Great now I have to use hand sanitizer!“

You pleased all the angels and every creature that can hear you for your help not to throw that soup at her at that moment.

-

Tara was sitting on your couch beside Mindy. You all were watching some show that was already on when they came in. Your eyes were barely open leaning your head on Ethan´s shoulder. Without her noticing Tara smiled a little at sigh.

„Can someone pass me that please?“ you asked with a low voice pointing at the snack that was on a table in front of you.

„You can get it yourself.“ Tara mumbled.

„But I said please!“

„So? That means you will get whatever you want?“

You just sighed at her words yet not changing your position. Ethan bent over to get it for you but before his hand was able to get it someone else already did that.

Tara grabbed the snack and threw it on you. Then she turned to watch the show again without any word like nothing happened. You just caught the snack with a small thank you. Everyone in the room saw this small interaction. Of course, they did it didn´t happen a lot of times that you two acted like friends, not like enemies. So whenever this happens they smile a little having some kind of calmness in their chests.

After the show, everyone went somewhere in the house leaving Tara still in the place. She was scrolling down on her phone out of boredom when suddenly your phone rang with a notification. That caught the brunette's attention. It was a message from the Instagram dm´s.

The girl looked up if someone was coming before taking your phone into her hands. Demi. Demi?! You were texting each other? Who did text first? Was it her? And what did you even talk about?

Tara desperately wanted you to just block her, she was no good. Tara hated her with all her heart.

This bitch just can´t get off, can she?!

[thegamingcatmom]

Carrot Anon again👋🏻

I saw Evil Dead 2013 yesterday. i found Deadite Mia quite wild. Have you seen it? Why I saw some pretty interesting scenes (Apart from it's a disgusting thing) And even though it was Deadite Mia there I could only imagine Deadite Ellie at the basement scene because everything that's wild looks like her now.

Good luck at work.👋🏻

Hey carrot anon! 🥕🥕🥕🥕🥕🥕

I have seen it yes and Deadite!Mia miiiight just be the reason why my Maggot Momma is quite feral indeed. 😅

I´ve mentioned this in a prior ask but when Maggot Momma sniffed down Beth´s body it immediately reminded me of THAT scene when Deadite!Mia licked her way up Natalie´s leg (yes, I remember her name because I just watched it again because I had to and oh my I´ve actually forgotten how utterly sinful that scene is holy shi-) and I was sure (I was hoping) something similar would happen with Maggot Momma & Beth (only to be disappointed).

Maybe it´s the fact Ellie and Beth are...were sisters and that would´ve just made things kinda weird? But then again that wasn´t Ellie - Beth´s sister - anymore and I feel like a scene like that really would´ve added to that shock factor like, it really would´ve hit you just how far gone Ellie truly was and it would´ve made you uncomfortable (unless you´re as batshit as me) and also it´s horror and pretty much anything´s possible there ain´t it?

But can I just say I feel so honored you associate anything wild and unhinged with my view of Maggot Momma now?? Like, I´m haunting yall with my posts it seems and I couldn´t be prouder. 😭😭😭

(And Maggot Momma might be puffing up a lil bit rn. Honestly.)

(I LOVE THAT GIF OKAY)

Thanks for your ask. 🥰🥰

Edit:

I can´t believe I forgot-

THANK YOU FOR WISHING ME GOOD LUCK AT WORK. That´s so sweet of you. 😭😭🥰🥰

[strawberriestyles]

Chapter 23

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: HELLO EVERYBODY. BIG APOLOGIES FOR THE LONG ASS WAIT BUT HERE SHE IS. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. I AM STILL WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER AND I CAN’T PROMISE WHEN I WILL POST AGAIN, BUT HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE SOON. HOPE YOU’RE ALL WELL!!! (If you feel so inclined, I do have a ko-fi now, and coffee sure does help me on writing sprees. *wink wink*)

“Mel.” Harry skimmed a hand down the side of her neck to the bandage that covered her small cut, where she’d been sliced by Colton’s knife. For all intents and purposes, she appeared dead to the world, but she usually did when she slept this late into the day. “Melody, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open, vision blurry. And she jumped when she felt Harry’s hand shift on her throat, pushing him away with a gasp.

“‘S me,” he told her gently, crouching down beside the bed until he was at eye level with her, watching her face relax in realization. “‘S only me.”

“You’re okay?” she whispered. She hadn’t been able to speak to him at all the night before. He’d been whisked away for an MRI the moment they’d stepped foot in the hospital, and when she’d been allowed into his room, the pain meds they’d pumped into him had already knocked him unconscious. At some point in the middle of the night, he’d woken her and coaxed her out of her chair, into the hospital bed with him, but they’d both been too tired to speak more than a couple words before falling back to sleep.

“‘M fine,” he answered, nodding.

Melody sighed in relief. She watched Harry rest his chin on the edge of the mattress as she shifted onto her back, then rubbed at her tired eyes. “Did you hear what Brian said?” she whispered. It was almost too quiet to be a hospital. She wasn’t surprised when she glanced at the door and found it closed.

“Not last night,” he said. “Didn’ hear anythin’ anyone said last night. I was completely out of it.” He paused and then nodded slowly. “But he told me this mornin’.”

The air felt heavy. Melody had so many thoughts, but she didn’t know what any of them were. Her mind was a jumble of string, and she couldn’t find an end to yank and untangle.

“Are yeh okay?” Harry asked. He reached for her hand, dragging it across the bed and pressing his lips to her knuckles, gentle with the dark bruises from when she’d hit CJ. “Mel, yeh don’ feel bad, do yeh?” His voice was quiet, gentle. It was so different from everything she’d heard leave his mouth the day before—when he’d argued with CJ, when he’d snapped at her in the car, when he’d spoken so urgently to her and Colton. “He wouldn’ have felt bad if he hurt yeh. He didn’ regret almost killin’ me.”

Melody shook her head, sitting up. “No,” she muttered, pulling the strap of her tank top back up her shoulder. “No, of course not. It’s just...complicated.”

Harry agreed. None of this was simple. “Yeh wanna get dressed, love?” he asked. “Bea and Josie are here. And Sean went downstairs to grab us some breakfast.”

Melody glanced toward the door, nodding. “Is Vanessa here?”

Harry stood, dropping Melody’s hand to reach for the bag that Bea had brought for her. He dug beneath her dress—now rumpled and bloody—for the fresh clothes Bea had packed, tossing a t-shirt and leggings onto the bed. “She wanted to stay until yeh woke up,” he said, “but she worked a double yesterday. She went home to sleep. She said to have you call her when yeh feel like it.”

Melody glanced at her phone on the table beside the bed. Somehow, Bea had found it in her suitcase before leaving the apartment. But Melody hadn’t taken a moment to check her notifications. She knew that she’d have to talk to her mom. Speaking with Vanessa sounded a lot less dreadful, but despite the deep sleep Harry had woken her from, it was as if she had no energy left to explain what had happened. She barely had the energy to process it herself.

Trying not to fall into the vivid memories of the night before, Melody slipped her tank top off and switched it for the t-shirt Harry had laid out for her. When she’d changed her pants and raked her hands through her hair, she found Harry staring out the window, his arms crossed, his eyes unfocused.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, lifting a hand to touch his shoulder when he didn’t respond. “Harry?”

“Hm?” he murmured. He glanced down at her, dazed, and nodded. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Uh, Brian needs me to identify the body.”

Melody’s stomach seized up. If she had eaten anything since early yesterday afternoon, she might’ve been sick.

“Do you...” she began, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. “Uh, do you need me to come with you?”

“No.” Harry shook his head fiercely. He watched relief spread across her face. “No, you can just go home with Bea, yeah?”

Melody clasped her hands in her lap, her brows knitting together. “Are you sure?”

“Of course ‘m sure,” Harry said. “I can do it alone.”

The minutes of panic from the day before raced through Harry’s mind again—minutes that had seemed to last for hours. Despite his efforts to shake them, the memories had flashed like strobe lights since he’d woken up. Melody’s terrified face, Colton’s grin, the gleam of the knife, the feeling of sheer uselessness, of helplessness. And the apologies afterward, like Melody had expected to take Colton down single-handedly.

“Melody,” Harry said quietly, uncrossing his arms to press his palms into the mattress, “yeh know I didn’ expect yeh to turn around and knock him out, right?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth and turned her head away from him. Like she was embarrassed. He shook his head slowly, confused and exasperated.

“He had a fuckin’ knife to your throat,” he reminded her.

Melody sighed, staring at the wall before her. “But I—”

“But nothin’, okay?” Harry interrupted. He caught her chin, turning her face toward him. “If all yeh ended up with was this little cut,” he continued, running a finger down to the edge of the bandage on her neck, “then I don’ care. Yeh’re okay. Tha’s what matters to me.” Melody blinked silently, shivering as his fingers drifted over her skin. Harry drew in a deep breath. “And ‘m sorry for snappin’ at yeh in the car,” he added in a whisper.

Melody’s lips pursed. She reached up to grip his wrist, dragging his hand away from her neck, where his touch still tickled. “It’s fine.”

“No, ‘s not. It wasn’ fair,” he protested. “Yeh weren’ doin’ anythin’ wrong.”

Melody studied the tense lines of his face. Their conversation before arriving back at the apartment was the last thing she was worried about. It seemed weeks ago, rather than only a few hours. “How’s your head?” she asked.

Harry nodded softly. “Okay. Still aches a little, but ’m fine. How’s your hand?” He reached for the one in her lap when she merely shrugged, bending her fingers, gentle. “That hurt?”

Melody’s wince answered him. She pressed her lips tightly together. “Mhmm.”

Someone knocked at the door. Melody stiffened.

“Can we come in yet?” Bea asked, poking her head into the room. “Is she awake?”

“I’m awake,” Melody assured her, drawing her hand out of Harry’s and relaxing her sore fingers.

“Oh, good.” The door swung open as Bea entered the room, closely followed by Josie. Sean trailed after them, his hands full, hugging cups of coffee to his chest. They all looked just as tired as Melody felt, and the unbridled worry in their eyes had her fighting back a rush of tears.

“Hi,” Sean murmured, stepping in front of Bea and Josie to hand Melody some breakfast—a bagel and a container of fruit. She took the cup of coffee he handed her with a sigh of thanks. But it was quiet as he passed another breakfast off to Harry, like everyone was wondering where to start a conversation.

“Um,” Bea began, scratching at her temple, where a curl was tickling her, “how did the visit go?”

Melody took a sip of lukewarm, watery coffee and shook her head.

“Oh, no.” Bea glanced at Harry, her eyes narrowed in accusation. “What’d he do?”

Josie barked out a laugh and then clapped a hand over her mouth, turning toward the door. But the damage had already been done. Harry cocked his head at both of them, raising an eyebrow in offense.

“It was me, actually,” Melody said. She watched Bea shoot Harry a short, apologetic look and then avoid his gaze. “CJ showed up.”

“Yikes,” Bea hissed. Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “I thought he wasn’t going. Didn’t he have a tennis match or something?”

Maybe it shouldn’t have bothered him, but hearing Bea talk about CJ so casually rubbed Harry the wrong way. When had she and Melody talked about him? How did Bea know that CJ had a tennis match? And if CJ’s presence or absence was so important, why did Harry feel so out of the loop? But instead of wondering aloud, he only muttered, “Of course he plays fuckin’ tennis.”

Josie gave a dry snort, side-eyeing him. “What’s wrong with tennis?”

“Do yeh play?”

“No.”

“Then, why does it matter?”

Josie rolled her eyes and turned toward Melody. “Well, we’re kind of having the same issue,” she said, tipping her head in Bea’s direction. “My parents won’t even let me in the house.” When Harry looked blankly at her, she added, “Very religious family.”

Harry frowned, raising a brow. “Yeh work in a bar.”

Josie scoffed. “And you’re unemployed,” she snapped back. “See how rude it sounds?”

Melody set her coffee to the side and pressed a hand to her forehead when Harry opened his mouth to speak again. She was relieved that everyone was avoiding the topic of Colton, of the entire reason they were in the hospital to begin with, but this was not the sort of conversation she wanted to hear instead. “Can you both stop, please?” she muttered.

Bea sighed. “Do you wanna go home?” she asked Melody. “You’re ready?”

A swift nod later, Harry was stuffing her dirty clothes back into her bag, zipping it up and handing it over to Bea. Josie reached for Melody’s coffee.

“I’m gonna stick with Harry,” Sean said as Melody climbed off of the bed.

For the first time since she woke, she let her hand drift to her neck, to her bandaged wound. She could feel the slightest sting when she applied pressure. It was a small cut—insignificant, really—but that didn’t stop her mind from wandering. What if Colton had kept a better grip? What if she hadn’t slipped so perfectly from the circle of his arm? And what if Harry hadn’t been so lucky? What if he’d suffered more than that skull-splitting headache?

“Melody,” Harry whispered. She blinked and he was standing in front of her, rubbing his chin, the skin smooth and shaven so neatly for meeting her parents. He lifted his other hand and his fingers circled her wrist, drawing her arm back to her side. She hadn’t realized she’d still been touching the bandage. “Are yeh still here?”

“What?” she murmured back.

He drew in a slow breath and shrugged. “Yeh space out when yeh’re stressed,” he explained. “Sure yeh’re okay?”

Melody glanced down at his hand, still looped around her wrist, his thumb dancing across the thin bones. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m fine.”

He nodded briefly, though he didn’t believe her in the slightest. “I’ll go right back to the apartment when ‘m done here, okay?” He waited for a nod or a hum, some form of acknowledgment, but it didn’t come. “Mel.”

She shook her head, as if waking from a daze, and looked up to meet his eyes. “Okay.”

Harry pressed his palm to the side of her face, thumbing over her cheekbone. The skin beneath her eyes was dark and swollen, her lips raw from all of her constant chewing, the bruise at her chin only just beginning to yellow. She looked like she’d been dragged through hell, and maybe she had. Maybe this was her personal hell.

“See yeh soon,” Harry breathed, ducking to press a swift kiss to her forehead. He stepped aside so that Bea and Josie could usher her out of the room, and he watched until they disappeared around the edge of the doorway.

“Are you ready?” Sean asked when they were alone, clapping Harry’s shoulder with a firm hand. “Might as well get it over with, right?”

“Right,” Harry muttered. He dragged a palm down his face, setting his shoulders. Even if he wasn’t ready, time wasn’t going to pause until he could collect himself, so he would fake it. The same way Melody faked that calm stolidity.

“Let’s go.”

***

The following days were uncomfortable. Melody’s apartment, the place she’d made her own, the space she’d spent so much time occupying, no longer seemed to belong to her. There was a dull spot in the floor where Bea had scrubbed at Colton’s dried blood. And no matter how hard she tried to remember that he’d only spent minutes inside, whereas she’d lived there for years, Melody couldn’t stop picturing him in the kitchen, imagining him stepping through the door behind her while she was letting her suitcase topple over, unaware. Somehow, he seemed so much more present when his actual presence was impossible. He was no longer a distant figure standing in the shadows, but he’d already come and gone, and forgetting how it had felt to be pressed against him, his clammy hand tangled in her dress, was not going to happen overnight. He was a ghost, lurking in the corners, breathing down the back of her neck.

Harry was at a loss. When he’d helped ease Melody’s nightmares those months ago, he’d felt purposeful, useful, maybe even needed. But nothing he did now seemed to lessen the strain. He could comfort her when she woke in a fit, but he couldn’t keep Melody’s bad dreams at bay. And it was eating at him. He wished she could share with him, that he could press his forehead to hers and lighten the load she carried, or that he could at least understand the terror that still gripped her while she slept. That same agonizing helplessness that he’d felt when Colton had tried pulling her out of the apartment—Harry felt it spark in his gut each time Melody awoke in tears.

And to add to it, Colton’s face seemed permanently etched into the backs of Harry’s eyelids. Not his sneer or his chafing laughter, not that sharp smirk that he liked to wear—the cold, lifeless face he wore in death. It was the calm face that had appeared when the coroner had unzipped that black body bag in the morgue. Harry had never seen Colton look so peaceful and still. He’d always been moving. Even in sleep he mumbled and twitched. Seeing him so utterly devoid of noise and movement made the finality of it all almost palpable.

Harry’s mind was constantly churning now. The length of time for which he could focus seemed to wane as his thoughts flitted by like frames in a film reel. He was somewhere else entirely when he felt the electric force of Melody’s right-handed swing through the mitt she aimed for.

Her next punch came harder.

His eyes, which had been passively following her form—watching her muscles twist and her limbs stretch in order to gauge where to position his mitts—snapped to her face. Her skin was sheeted in sweat, strands of hair plastered to her temples. The red in her cheeks only highlighted the raw, torn skin of her chewed lips.

“Mel,” Harry tried. She wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t sure if she was even registering that he was behind those mitts or if she’d simply clocked out. Her torso twisted back and forth with the brutal speed of her alternating hits. “Melody,” he tried again, raising his voice to cut through her stupor, “tha’s enough.”

Melody redirected her arm mid-swing. The change in course threw her off-balance and she stumbled sideways, toward the boxing ring beside them. Harry caught her with an arm around her waist before she fell completely. The two of them froze for a moment. Then Melody’s head swung, her eyes darting about the gym until she was satisfied that nobody was watching them.

A strangled whimper passed her lips. Harry’s arm tightened on her sweaty torso, pressing her into his chest. “Shh,” he murmured softly, batting the mitts from his hands with a couple of impatient flicks, “shh.” He stepped backward, lifting her off her feet and swinging her into the hallway that led to the locker rooms. It was quieter here.

Harry set Melody down, propping her against the closest wall. He took a short step back and leaned down until he could see her face clearly, brushing hair away from her cheeks, noting the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Yeh’re fine, love. Wha’s wrong?”

Melody swallowed, then blinked, and in the next second she was tearing at the velcro of her right glove and flinging it to the floor, then closing the space which separated her from Harry, grasping the back of his neck as he began to draw away. She pulled at him until she could reach his lips and kissed him with a firm mouth. His palms tightened on her jaw for a moment, his lips stilled with surprise. There was a moment before he kissed her back, and then it only lasted for a heartbeat. He reached behind him for her wrist, withdrawing her fingers from his hair, his other hand slipping over her side.

“Melody,” he breathed, pushing against her hip to add space between them. “Mel, hey.”

Melody relented, flattening against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she tipped her head back, peeling her eyes open to look up at the ceiling. The tears that had collected began to drip down her face, one by one.

Harry shook his head in confusion. “Wha’s goin’ on?” he asked gently, reaching for her face again. He drew his thumbs through the wet tracks streaking her cheeks. “I thought yeh’d feel better.”

Melody let out a garbled sob, twisting her head until she could see out into the rest of the gym. Everyone else continued on, oblivious.

“Melody,” Harry pressed.

“It’s not fair!” she cried, dipping her chin for a moment and finally freeing her other hand from its glove. When she looked up again, she met his gaze head-on. “It’s not fair that he almost killed you and now he’s just gone. And I still close my eyes and see his face like he’s right in front of me. And what he did to you and what he did to me, we have to live with that for the rest of our lives and he just gets to—” She cut herself off with a hiccuped gasp. Her eyes dropped to the collar of Harry’s shirt. She could see the pulse in his neck before his face lowered into her line of sight.

“Die?” Harry finished, a deep, troubled divot between his brows. “He’s dead,” he said slowly. “Yeh’d rather be dead?”

Melody deflated beneath his stare, shaking her head.  “No,” she whispered.

“No,” he repeated. His fingers traced her cheekbone. “Yeh’re safe, love.”

“I don’t feel like it.”

The words felt like a wicked blow. It was merely weeks ago that she’d said differently. You make me feel safe, Harry. But he schooled his features and nodded curtly.

“Maybe yeh don’ feel like it yet, but yeh are.”

Melody shut her eyes, collecting herself. She felt Harry’s lips at her temple, but then his phone rang, loud and shrill, and both of them jumped. She wiped her lingering tears with the back of her wrist as Harry stepped back, glancing down at the screen. She met his pause with a frown.

“Who is it?”

Harry cleared his throat, flashing her a brief, vague look. “‘S my mum.”

Melody drew in a breath, nodding. “Answer it.” She waited for him to move, but he seemed frozen, still as a wax sculpture. “Harry,” she said, “answer the phone.”

He gave a sharp nod and then spun around, bringing the phone to his ear. Melody watched him move further down the hall, his voice a low murmur, and then she stepped back into the main area of the gym to offer him a modicum of privacy. His mitts lay abandoned on the floor. She pressed her shoulders into the wall and slid down to sit, stretching her legs out before her.

It seemed like only minutes had passed before Harry stepped around the corner. Melody glanced up at him, but he was staring across the room, his expression drawn, impassive. He slid down the wall beside her, settling on the floor, and threw his arms over his crooked-up knees.

“What’s wrong?” Melody asked. She reached for his hand when he didn’t respond, her heart pounding so hard that her chest ached. “Harry?”

“She’s in remission.”

Melody froze, her fingers partly intertwined with his. “What?”

He nodded, confirming that she’d heard him correctly.

“That’s great,” she said. She studied his profile—the hard set of his jaw, the troubling, cool stare. “That’s incredible. Why don’t you look happy?”

Harry let out a dry laugh, his fingers closing around Melody’s, still avoiding her eyes. “She called to tell me good news, and then we had to talk about how her son is dead.”

Melody licked her dry lips. She hadn’t even considered that Harry might not have spoken to his mother since everything had happened. And she certainly hadn’t thought about his mom’s heartache. She’d been consumed by her own fear and the lack of good sleep she’d been getting. And now she felt guilt gnaw at her.

“What did she say?” she whispered.

“Not much.” Harry’s jaw tightened. He reached up to rake a hand through his hair. “I don’ think she really has any words.”

As she watched him, Harry’s stone face cracked. It was small, just a rapid blink and a twitch of his mouth, and anyone else probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Melody reached for him. She turned her body, pressing a kiss to his cheek, sliding an arm around his neck and stroking his hair. Harry closed his eyes, effectively blocking out everyone around them.

“Just—‘m not upset that he’s gone. ‘M relieved.” He sighed, shivering at the tickle of Melody’s hair on his neck. “‘M so fuckin’ relieved. And that feels wrong when my mum has to grieve for him.”

A wave of frustrated anger swept through Melody. The same feeling that had her swinging mindlessly at Harry’s mitts. It wasn’t fair.

“It’s not wrong, Harry,” she said firmly. She pulled back enough to look at him, but his eyes remained closed. “He was her son but he wasn’t your brother. You experienced a different person from the one that she knew. You’re allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling, okay? But what you don’t need to feel is guilty.”

His eyes opened again. He watched the men in the boxing ring, one backing the other into a corner, a rapid duck as a fist swung, just missing its mark. He could feel Melody’s gaze.

“You never say anything back,” she muttered. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah.” Harry nodded. He turned to look at her. “Yeah, I do.”

Her deep frown softened, her brow relaxing. “Good,” she said.

“‘M not—” Harry’s gaze swept over the room once more. Melody watched his jaw shift. “I don’ wanna be here.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, drawing in a loud breath and climbing to her feet. “Let’s go.”

Harry pulled himself up to stand beside her, and together they collected their equipment, stuffing their gym bags, and trailed through the city back to Melody’s apartment.

[laceymorganwrites]

Hi 🙊 I've been a silent reader of yours.. Could I participate in your event? If so, could I be with Tendou and lyric is

"I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue, I'd go crawling down the avenue, No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do, To make you feel my love"

It's my fave cause it's something I wanna hear for myself I'm v insecure, someone who would stick by me through thick and thin.

Thank you so much💕💕 Congratulations on 1.8k 🎉🎉

um I didn´t want to say anything to this since well, I´m only posting what I have left before I leave. 

However I don´t want to apply this to me but to other writers as well: please never be a silent reader. You don´t have to regularly interact, but it is really hurtful to know that you read our work but don´t interact. If people like you enjoy our things, please say so!!! It makes such a huge difference because there are so many of you out there and none of you interact which makes us writers think we´re alone. It´s a shitty feeling

I don´t want to offend or attack you, just tell you my/our point of view. So please, I know how scary interacting with your favorite writers can be, but we´re all just people, normal people whose day you make with a little: ´I really liked that!´

anywho, here´s your request

Word count: 643

Warnings: swearing maybe, mentions of insecurities

Today was like any other day. You went about your daily routine and nothing really stood out to you.

Lately you´ve been feeling more insecure than you needed to again and overall bad about yourself.

But you didn´t want to bother anyone with it so you kept it to yourself.

Not even Tendou knew, you just pretended as if everything was fine as always. It would pass anyway.

However Tendou was very perceptive, he always had been which was why he was such a good partner overall.

It was your birthday and he had planned out every single minute of the day to show you his love and appreciation.

Just yesterday he went over to Ushijima´s like every Friday after work to hang out. But he insisted on getting your gifts and cake ready in this time so that it would still be a surprise to you.

Ushijima even helped him get the groceries, it was quite the adventure. At every article he asked for Tendou´s opinion since both just wanted the best ones.

Because of that the whole event took longer than it needed to, but Tendou would not accept just mediocre ingredients for your favorite cake.

No, everything needed to be perfect at a minimum.

That´s precisely why Tendou did everything on his own, Ushijima did offer help but quite honestly wasn´t the best at baking. He could cook well enough but as soon as it came to any kind of dough he was helpless.

Tendou always wanted to teach him and sure enough, Ushijima was a good listener and fast learner, but somehow that didn´t apply to the kitchen.

But that was just one of his quirks that Tendou grew to appreciate over the years.

However there was one thing that Ushijima could do in which Tendou was completely and utterly lost: wrapping presents.

He really tried, but no matter what he did the present always ended up looking it had been fished out of a dirty river and then some kids played soccer with it.

Ushijima really liked wrapping presents, he saw it as a task like any other but liked the precision that was needed for it.

When both men were done they played some video games until Tendou got back home to you.

And now it was finally time to spend a day celebrating the person most dear to him: you.

Tendou wanted to do this every day, but he knew that you didn´t like this much attention.

He let you sleep in and then made you breakfast in bed.

Tendou knew you weren´t feeling so good about yourself lately, so he canceled the reservation at the restaurant he made, knowing you´d much prefer cuddling on the couch while eating take out.

Still, it was all too much for you. Why did he make such efforts? Why did he bake your favorite cake and got you presents you could only dream of?

It wasn´t fair… after all you didn´t deserve such things. You didn´t even do anything in return.

“Hey, you´re too beautiful for a frown like that, sweetheart. What´s wrong?” he asked softly, gently caressing your hand.

“I just… why do you go out of your way to make me happy? I don´t deserve it… I never do anything so big for me and it´s not fair…” you sobbed.

“You´re so silly. I don´t care if you buy me presents or not, I´ll still love you just as much! All I need is you with me, I can´t imagine anything better. Besides, there´s nothing I wouldn´t do for you. Absolutely nothing. I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue, I'd go crawling down the avenue, no, there's nothing that I wouldn't do, to make you feel my love. I absolutely adore you and there´s nothing that could ever change that” he said, smiling warmly at you.

[josiecarioca]

“It will be fine” - fanfic excerpt “Post War” chapter 66

Severus stepped out into the porch and sat on the steps, watching as the sun rose over the achingly blue mediterranean waters. He had about five minutes of peace before he heard footsteps behind him.

“What do you want, Potter?” he sneered without turning back.

“May I?” Harry pointed to empty space next to him

“Nobody is stopping you.”

Severus wasn´t sure why he hadn't just sent him away. Maybe he was just too tired. Harry sat next to him, and both of them watched the sea for a few minutes. Severus was almost not bothered. He could almost ignore him.

“It's not over is it? It will never be over...” the boy who lived said quietly, in a small voice, with none of Gryffindor brass he had cultivated over the years of talking back and acting up.

“What?” Severus smirked bitterly “Did you think that just because the Dark Lord died he'd take all that's bad in the world with him? That all hatred, all prejudice, all evil would just stop existing? Not even magic can do that, Potter. People will hate and hurt each other till the end of times just as they did before Tom Riddle was even born.”

“Maybe I had hoped the ones he gathered, the ones who followed him would...be easier to deal with. Without him to unite them around a purpose.”

“This is their purpose. Death, destruction. The Dark Lord just gave it a face that was easier to follow. In a way that made it easier for us too. We knew what to expect. But now that they don't have a leader...they can do anything. They're lost, angry, scared. Even good people do awful things when they´re scared... But don't worry. They'll find a new Dark Lord. Or It will be something else. They always do. As long as there's someone to hate and blame for their fears, they´ll find something...”

“So we just...wait for them to do something and react...keep fighting in vain?”

“Such is life, Potter. I'm sorry you were ever under the impression that it was anything else.”

“ 'Life is not a basket of every-flavor beans', right?”

Harry laughed softly. Severus smiled despite himself.

“She will be fine.” Harry said all of the sudden. “I know she will.”

“You know or you hope?”

“Both. She seems like a good person.”

“Far too good for her own sake.”

“Does she know? I mean, did she know, before yesterday...about you, magic I mean...”

“That's none of your bloody concern, Potter.”

“So, no.”

“You still think you're so clever...”

“She'll be fine. You two will.” Harry repeated. “She loves you.”

“Spare me the platitudes, I don't need...”

“That day at your house. I can tell by how she looks at you. I'm not really sure why, but she loves you. You must love her too....she's the reason you're working with the Ministry, no?”

“Shafiq talks too much for somebody who works in inteligence.”

“Shafiq didn´t say anything. I just imagined that...if you went to work for the Ministry after everything that happened to you...there had to be a good reason. That´s how Dumbledore got you to work with him, maybe Shacklebolt took a page out of his book. Hermione would say history repeats itself, but ...it's a bit different now, no?”

“I swear you Griffindors never know when to just leave it well enough alone...You think you knoweverything, do you, Potter? About me and what I feel...Why? Because I made the mistake of...”

“Telling me the truth. And now you're going to tell her the truth. And it will be fine. Because now it's different.”

[rhubarbbaby]

Strawberries and Art 1

Jihoon x Y/N

Genre: College AU, Fluff Word Count: 2k Summary: Like every passionate art student, you spend most of your time immersed in your drawings and paintings. The day you meet Jihoon, your everyday life suddenly gets a lot more exciting…

All chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Chapter 1

Changing the song that was currently playing on your phone, while at the same time trying very hard not to reduce your walking speed was definitely (much) harder than you thought. Twenty minutes ago you had still been asleep in your comfy bed while dreaming about... dreaming about what?

The memories of your dream had slipped away the second your alarm went off. The excessively shrill, piercing tone you had set for your alarm used to get you into a lot of fights with your brother when you were still living at home, because “What the fuck is that sound? Can´t you just use that weird guitar riff like any other fucking normal person?” Although you did always feel a tiny bit of pity for your brother and knew that he had a point (you would of course never admit that), you never changed the sound. You surely were not fond of it yourself but you needed something to pull you out of your sleep.

Even before you started attending university you were used to staying up late. Undeniably, staying up late was and will never be a healthy way to treat your body, you are very much aware of that. Your body wanting to sleep for seven maybe even eight hours was something you have always considered the cruelest inconvenience, the most ridiculous joke, the crudest rule the universe has set for you. Late at night was the time it was the easiest for you to pour all your thoughts, all the inspirations you had collected during the day into your drawings. How were you supposed to bend all your whirls of ideas into drawings if your body was basically screaming at you to finally go to bed? How presumptuous of your body to expect you to fulfill his basic needs.

But no matter how tired you were you nearly never managed to fall asleep before one in the morning which made you resort to the drastic measure of changing your alarm sound to said very shrill tone. After sometimes only four hours of sleep, your body was not willing to let you jump out of bed as simple as that.  One could say the fatigue almost holds you captive every morning until around nine am when you normally start to free yourself from the clutches of your own tired body.

Yesterday you unintentionally set the aforementioned alarm an hour too late which had led to you now having to rush to the lecture hall. Your art history class would be starting in three minutes and you needed at least another five to even get to the entrance door. Despite having had to open the music app on your phone just to select a completely different album until you could finally pick your desired song, you were sure you didn´t lose more than a few seconds. Now accompanied by an uplifting song (not too uplifting though because it was still only eight in the morning which was definitively too early for upbeat music) and the tapping of your shoes on the asphalt you were practically running to your destination.

The moment you finally reached the entrance door a wave of relieve swept over you. Your lecture had only started two minutes ago, which wasn´t too bad. You hurried down the hallway and slipped quickly through the door. Your eyes darted to the front to see if the professor had already started the class. Luckily for you she was still setting up the projector for her visual presentation.  While you tried to breathe calmly, which turned out to be quite a challenge after you had just crossed the entire campus in record time; you were looking for a free seat in the back. But this was an art history class. At eight in the morning. Nothing like an art history class before ten guarantees such an absurdly small amount of participating students. It was not difficult for you to find a free seat. (To be precise: you caught sight of more than twenty free seats.)

Seeing how many of your fellow students had deemed this class as “not worthy waking up for” you suddenly felt a bit insecure and ridiculous. You hated to miss class, even if it was art history. You knew that by simply listening to the professor you would already internalize some of the information. That meant you wouldn´t have to study as much at home anymore which meant you had more time for your drawings. Simple equation. Nevertheless you were feeling like the biggest nerd sitting in a half empty lecture hall with five other students.

Shaking your head slightly as if to get those unnecessary thoughts out of your brain you decided that it wouldn´t do you any good to continue thinking about your situation, so you simply took out your notebook and a pen to prepare yourself for the lecture. Four minutes after the professor had started speaking, your thoughts were already drifting off and your notebook got slowly filled with small doodles instead of the notes you were supposed to be taking.

Putting your things back into your bag you looked at your phone to check the time. It was 10 am. The professor´s voice long condemned to a pleasant background noise, you had spent the last two hours dozing and scribbling in your notebook. You hadn´t had breakfast and you were not hungry but you knew that giving your body some fuel in form of food would be the right thing to do right now. It was Friday and you knew your friend Jo did have morning classes just like you, so you decided to shoot her a message.

You: Hey wanna get breakfast?

You already felt your phone buzz after you left the lecture hall.

Jo: Sure! I´ll wait at the cafeteria.

Happy that you wouldn´t have to eat alone you grinned at your phone and started walking towards your friend. Entering the cafeteria you saw Jo waving while sitting at one of those big tables on the side. You shot her a smile and made your way over. With an overdramatic sigh you slumped down in the chair opposite of her.

“Was art history that bad?” she chuckled. “Honestly? I was just too tired to pay attention. I will never understand why classes that early even exist... It´s inhuman.” you retorted while shaking your head to emphasize your point. “Pretty sure some really sick sadistic psychopath invented morning classes.” She laughed but you knew she hated to get up early just as much as you. “Does Hansol not have class this morning?”

Hansol had been Jo´s boyfriend for a few months now. It´s definitely not that you are one of those girls who are obsessed with finding a boyfriend, haunted by the mission to find a pretty boy to post pretty Instagram pictures with, but Jo and Hansol´s relationship was kind of perfect, or so it seemed to the public eye and even though you (most certainly) were not one those girls, you couldn´t help but feel a bit jealous. Jo was one of your best friends and you were aware that their relationship wasn´t always ideal. They had smaller and sometimes bigger fights, like any other couple but they both were as happy as you had ever seen them and they supported each other unconditionally. When they got together you were scared you´d feel excluded when the three of you would hang out but Hansol turned out to be a total sweetheart (there really was no other way to describe him) who made sure you never felt left out.

“He does. He just was too lazy to get up today.” She shrugged. “You want pancakes? I´ll go get the food.” “Sure!” Fifteen minutes later both of you were not hungry anymore. “I didn´t even realize how hungry I was.” “I only ever realize how hungry I am when I start eating.” you agreed. “I totally forgot to ask you but did you already start drawing that portrait assignment?” “Don´t even remind me. I still have no idea who I´m going to draw. I don´t just want to draw some random celebrity. Everyone is going to do that and I really want it to be good.” “Yeah…but not everyone will be doing it as good as you. But like, have you thought about asking someone to model for you?” “Jo, are you indicating you want to be my muse?” you laughed with her tuning in right away. The mental image of her posing for you was more than just ridiculous. Just as she was about to answer, a boy interrupted the two of you. “You´re Hansol´s girlfriend right?” he asked her.

You had seen him passing you on the hallway before but until now he had never caught your eye. One look was enough for you to realize how pretty he actually was. Just like a mathematician who recognizes numbers everywhere with which they can explain mundane processes, just like a linguist who notices every subtlety of every single word and could distinguish the hidden delicate messages between each syllable, just like that you saw lines, strokes, patterns in the most varied and vivid colors that joined together in your imagination to form drawings and paintings in every place. You could be looking at any flower and the way the petals bent, the way the leaves curled around the stem would just make sense to you. That´s how you were looking at that boy´s face right now. His face seemed to consist out of tender drawn lines that intervened at the perfect spots. His eyes, his nose, his mouth that was slightly twisted upwards into a smile, everything just fit so wonderfully together you inevitably had to think about how amazing it would be to draw him.

“Yup, that´s me.” Jo´s voice had yanked you back out of your thoughts. “Me and Hansol have a class together. I forgot I still had one of his books and I think he needs it to study for that exam next week. Can I just leave it with you?”   He was holding out a book to her. “Sure! That´s really sweet of you, looking out for him like that.” With a comically exaggerated gesture he bowed before us. “The pleasure was all mine,” He grinned. “I´m Jihoon by the way.” “I´m Jo and this is Y/N.” Only now he turned his upper body and finally looked at you. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Maybe it was just your imagination, caused by the desire to be noticed by this undoubtedly (really fucking) attractive boy, but his gaze seemed to have remained on you for a tiny second too long for it to be considered normal.

“Delighted to meet you guys.” he stated with a childlike smile on his face which made his eyes disappear. “There´s this party tomorrow. Hansol said he´s coming. You two should come as well.” “We´ll think about it! Sounds like fun though.” Jo answered for the both of you. “Perfect! I should get going. I have class in a bit.” His gaze was turned back onto you. “You´re still going to eat that?” “Wha…What?” “That strawberry. You´re not going to eat that?” Only then you realized you had left a single strawberry on your plate. “No..you can have it.” You stuttered your reply, your eyes wide from embarrassment because you hadn´t immediately figured what he had meant. He picked up the strawberry and took a bite. “Thanks!” he grinned. And then he winked at you. Just like that. Without warning. Promptly you could feel your cheeks turn slightly red and you wanted nothing more than to hide your face in your hands but at the same time you could still not stop staring at his face. In that moment you would´ve sworn that wink was the cutest (but somehow also hottest) thing you had ever seen in your life. “See you at the party!” with that he turned away from you and made his way over to the exit.

Only now your cheeks slowly lost color and your breath seemed to slow down again. You looked at Jo. She looked at you. You didn´t have to say anything , she had already deciphered you. “So you think he´s hot?” she beamed. “So fucking hot.”

What you couldn´t have seen, of course, was the smile with which Jihoon had left the room. What else was he supposed to do when you were that damn cute?

Hi! It´s me, Jo. I´d like to thank you for reading my stuff! I really hope you enjoyed it. If you have any feedback, comments, requests, questions please let me know!

[81scorp]

From the diary of Angela Baker

(Originally posted on Deviantart Oct 30, 2017)

Warning: This fanfic contains SPOILERS for the 1983 horrorfilm Sleepaway Camp directed by Robert Hiltzik.

---------------------------------------- Dear Diary My name is Angela Baker and I... have lived an interesting life. When I was little my dad and brother Peter died in a motorboat accident. It scarred me mentally and the next eight years was a very hard time in my life. I was adopted not long after the accident and lived with my aunt, Dr. Martha Thomas, and my cousin Ricky. My aunt is actually very nice and positive... a little TOO positive. She`s kinda like Snow white... if Snow white was a stepford wife who had taken too much Prozac. My cousin Ricky is OK, he always looks after me. Anyway, after having been raised and homeschooled by my quirky aunt for eight years She thought it was a good idea to send Ricky and me away to summercamp. She thought it might help me come out of my shell since I had been very introverted for all those years. Summercamp was not as bad as I had feared, I met some nice people and started to open up a bit.Then people started to die.At first the deaths seemed to be accidents, but then it became clear that they weren`t. To make a long story short, the killer was caught and I turned out to be a guy.I should probably go back to the beginning and explain a few things.I remember when I first met my aunt Martha she was so optimistic of having a new kid in the house. I don`t remember everything she said, but the gist of it was that she had always wanted a girl. I remember the last thing that she said very clearly though. "Angela... Such a lovely name... Why I believe it means Angel! Why yes I`m sure it does! I know you`re going to like that name. Won`t you Peter?" So... the part where I said that my brother Peter died? Change it to "sister Angela" and you have the correct picture. My aunt liked my sister more, but since she was gone my aunt decided to take advantage of my traumatized psyche and raise me as a girl in her place. And the killer? That was me, I killed all those people. In my defense though, most of those people were mean to me. Anyway, I was sent to an insane asylum... for about a couple of months. One of the doctors declared me sane and let me out. To be honest, I don´t think I was fully cured, but I guess they just needed the extra bed. I wasn`t the only one he let out. There was another guy who was older than me (old enough to be my dad). He and I discussed what we were gonna do now that our old lives had ended and our new lives just begun. To (once again) make a long story short: he is now my new legal guardian. I like him a lot more than my aunt Martha. Sure, she was nice and all but that lady was crazy! This new guy is mental health personified compared to her! He runs a motel and his name is Norman, Norman Bates. I call him "Uncle Norm".He is nice and, like I said earlier, WAY more balanced than aunt Martha but there is one downside to living in the same house as him. His mom. I`ve never met her but I can sometimes hear her voice through the walls. She shouts a lot and says such awful things to Uncle Norm when they`re in the same room. Poor guy, he doesn`t deserve her treatment. Sure, she has her moments when she treats him with kindness, but those moments are few. Maybe I could take care of her like I did to those mean people at summercamp? I could make it look like an accident. But that will have to wait for another day. The doctor that declared me sane helped me get in contact with a guy who can provide me with estrogen. I`m going through puberty and I`ve done this Angela thing for so long that going back to living as a guy again would just feel weird. Another thing I`m not gonna go back to is being homeschooled. That`s right, I`m gonna start going to public school a week from today. If I`m gonna learn to be more social and open up I need to spend time with real people. When it`s gymclass I`ll just do what I did at summercamp: not shower with the other girls, just wait till they`re done. Completly foolproof. Just think about it, my first day at a real high school, one week from today! Eek! I`m so excited!

Peace. Angela

- - - - - - It`s been one week since I started high school today. Forks High School to be precise. Not as great and exciting as I hoped it would be, but, thank god, not as horrible as I had feared.I`ve made some friends. Their names are Jessica Stanley, Tyler Crowley, Mike Newton, Angela Weber and Bella Swan. It was very easy to build a circle of friends. All it took for me was to befriend Jessica and she introduced me to the rest. They`re all fun to hang around with... except Bella. She`s not a mean person or anything but she seems very disinterested in hanging with the group. Then there`s this weird guy who doesn`t come to school every day, only the cloudy days. He has pale skin, a stupid haircut (What`s the deal with his hair? Who would willingly style their hair like that?) and looks, for lack of a better word, almost vampiric. I don`t like the way he looks at me. I heard from Jessica that his name is Edward. Edward Cullen.

- - - - - - I almost died today.I was standing at my school`s parkinglot and some guy who was in a hurry lost control of his car. I was almost crushed between his car and one that was parked behind me. But then that Edward Cullen guy showed up out of nowhere, grabbed me and stopped the car from slamming in to me. At least that what I think happened. Everything happened so fast and when I finally realized that I had been just a second away from death he was gone. All that was left was a big dent in the door of the car and it`s driver wondering if I was OK.If that really was Edward then there`s more to him than meets the eye, and maybe he`s not as bad as I thought he was.

- - - - - - I take back everything nice I`ve ever said about Edward Cullen. It has been one week since he saved me from being crushed by that car and after that he has only gotten more interested in me. He stares at me, follows me around, appears mysteriously out of nowhere one second and disappears without a trace the next. I think he even snuck into my bedroom and watched me when I was asleep. He scares me. I`m afraid that he`ll find out about my secret. Then again, maybe he already knows and has no problems with it. The guy IS supernatural after all, it`s possible that maybe he has supersmell and can smell the small amount of male hormones I have. But that leads me to the other thing about him that scares me: He`s a stalker with superhuman speed and strength, and I`m just an ordinary mortal. If I want to get rid of him he`ll see me coming and stop me before I`ve even been able to scratch his skin. I`m scared. So scared.

I felt I had to tell someone. It may not get rid of Edward but at least I won`t feel alone, so I decided to tell our school`s guidance counselor miss Summers. I don`t know her first name but I`m sure it starts with a B and ends with a Y. It`s either Betty or Buffy. She`s a little younger than most of the teachers at school, probably in her early twenties, and is a real good listener. I told her about Edward but I left out the part about him having superpowers. I described him as "that pale guy with a creepy stare, stupid haircut, really stupid haircut" and I also mentioned "almost vampiric". I`m not sure but I think I noticed something in her eyes when I mentioned that last part. She told me not to worry and that she would keep an eye on him. I hope that`s enough. - - - - - - It has now been two weeks since the last time I wrote and there has been no sign of Edward Cullen in the school or even in the entire town. Whatever it was that miss Summers did it sure was effective. Turns out that thing that happened to me, being saved from a car by Edward only to be spied on by him later, happened to another girl a month before me. The girl in question was one of my classmates, Bella Swan. Now that Edward`s gone Bella`s all torn up about about it, as if she`s "lost the love of her life". Please! First: the guy was a creepy stalker, second: you weren`t the only one he stalked. So basically, he cheated on you. There are better guys out there than him. Unfortunately Bella hasn`t come to that realization yet, she`s been inconsolable since the day it became clear that he wasn`t gonna come back. I wanted to help her and gave her the number to the best therapist I know, the guy who helped me and uncle Norm get out of the insane asylum, Dr Hannibal Lecter. - - - - - - Two weeks have now passed since the last time I wrote. What has happened since then? Oh yeah, about a week ago Bella decided to take my advice and visit Dr Lecter and I haven`t seen her since. Wonder what happened? Oh well. I and the rest of my friends had a halloween party at Jessica`s house yesterday. I came dressed as Cleopatra. We did the mash. We did the monster mash. The monster mash. It was a graveyard smash.

Fun times were had. I have really grown as person these last months. I have come a long way from the shy, introverted non-girl that was too afraid to reach out and make new friends. I just hope they never find out my secret. If they do... Oh well, guess I`ll just have to make it look like an accident. Gotta go now, uncle Norm is shouting that the dinner is ready. We`re having pancakes. (Yay!)

Peace.

Angela

[sabine-leo]

Bloody Valentine

Author: @sabine-leo

Genre: Humor, Sracasm with a hint of fluff ;) 

ONESHOT

Note: I know I´m a but early to ring in Valentines Day posts, but I wrote this yesterday and thought somebody out there might appreciate it! 

Bloody Valentine

This was probably the worst Valentines Day ever. I mean WHO DOES THAT?

 Blind Dates on Valentine’s Day? Speed-dating? Did your friends really think you were that desperate?

It must have been one of your weakest moments to agree to do this.

Come on (Y/N) this will be fun, 

Don´t think to much about it (Y/N), 

Just roll with it (Y/N)

Something along those lines you had heard the last 3 days. Even worse, your friend who talked you into it said she was ill 30 minutes prior.

Now you were sitting in a restaurant full of desperate people which wasn´t only dimly lit but plastered with hearts and fake cupids hanging from the ceiling. You looked around into hopeful faces, faces that had a staring contest with the empty chair in front of them and faces that were so nervous their eyes twitched. You were about to get up and just leave as the first man sat down at your table and this whole nightmare started. He probably was 20 years older than you and smelled of old smoke. Not that you were an ungrateful or biased person, but you rang the little bell on your table before he could speak. Signalling that you´d be free to talk to again.

 Maybe if you´d do that 5 or 6 times you would get disqualified or even better... thrown out.

The next man that came to your table looked fairly normal but opened his monologue with.

“Can you touch my hand? I want to tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel.”

“You do know Lucifer was an angel too?” You just answered and rang the bell.

This would so give you a headache in under 5 minutes…

 Guy number 3 declared that he´d rather watch the movie then reading the book.

“Seriously?” DING DING DING…

 For a moment you just rested your head on the table and grunted.                      “I´ll kill my friends! ” Which made the next guy so uneasy that he didn´t sit down at all. Great, that was going as well as you´d thought.

You didn´t even lift your head, just hit the bell as you heard the chair scratch over the floor as the next one wanted to sit down.

 At the bar Tom was waiting for his takeout to be ready and watched in amusement what happened in front of him. A ballcap hid his longer curly hair and the hoodie made him nearly invisible to people who would normally recognise him. This day always seem to hit a lot of people in the feels even those who normally wouldn’t care to be alone on any other day.  Not that Tom didn´t love romance and sweet gestures. No, the woman he´d love would know and feel cherished on any given day, not only on Valentines Day...but cupid was a blind and spiteful bastard in recent years. His gaze wandered around before fixing on a particular funny sight. This woman appeared to have not as much fun or desperateness oozing out of her to be here at all. Tom had to hide a coughing laugh behind his hand as her head hit the table and she just rang the bell without looking.

 For about 1 minute nobody wanted to sit at your table anymore. A sigh escaped you. Hopefully the torture was over now, but before you could lift your head a smooth voice began to talk.

“Cupid is a blind, spiteful toddler who has an aim that needs to be enhanced by miles!” Ok, that wasn´t the worst opening line you heard tonight, or ever. However you have had enough for tonight. You lifted your hand without looking up as you heard that Mr. smooth-voice wanted to sit down. “Nah-ah!” he warned and took the bell from the table.  

 You lifted your head to take a look at him and tell him to leave, but he just smiled and said.

“Hello, my name is Tom and I thought I would spare you the agony to hit this bell another time.”

That made you stop for a second and grin a little, but that night had left an imprint on you.

“Either you are full of yourself to think I wouldn´t hit that bell another time or you are as exhausted from this crappy, spiteful toddlers behaviour as I am!” Tom laughed a little and looked into your eyes.

“Maybe a little bit of both, but why are you here when you don´t want to be here at all?”

He really seemed interested…and he still held on to that bell.

“Long story short, my friends think I´m desperate and in need of a shag. Or I will likely end up as one of those sad little ladies with a ton of pets.”

Tom began to laugh out loud and grinned afterwards.

“Some friends you have.”

“Yes, I think I need to find new ones…or retaliate in the most vicious way possible!”

 A woman came to your table.

“Excuse me Sir. You are not registered to be sitting on any of those tables.”

Tom looked up and said. “No I´m not and I think its cruel of you to take money from people that are lonely and in need of company…” He stood up. “Oh and by the way, this..” He gestured around to the decorations “…is a bit on the nauseating side.” You just grinned and looked up at him…he was funny!

 In that moment his takeout was ready and he held out a hand to you. “Care to join me in my anti Valentine´s Day celebration and laugh at cupids bad aim?” You took his hand and stood up.

“Sounds good to me!” you bundled up and went outside. Gladly it wasn´t raining or to cold to be outside for long. The both of you walked down the road of restaurants and bars a little and took a seat on a bench. You had the best view into the windows of 2 restaurants and the people inside.

 Tom took out his food and propped it up between you.

“Dinner with a view is served and ready my lady!”  You shook your head laughing quietly and took a little something out of the container. “I didn´t catch your name earlier.” Tom said in between.

“Because I didn´t give it to you, but nice try Mr. Hiddleston!”

For a moment Tom  just looked at you and then started to grin.

“So you recognised me?! Couldn´t tell because you seemed to behave so normal.”

“Oh, please…you are really full of yourself aren´t you?” You teased him.

“Why should I behave otherwise? You are a human being like I am…and a decent one it seems.

“You really are something else!” He laughed and leaned back.

 From that point on the both of you ate, talked a lot and tried to analyse the people having dinner.

It was an easy-going and interesting conversation with lots of laughs and fascinating insights you gave each other.  

 “Oh.. look there! She´s fidgeting with her phone under the table. She´s texting her friend to give an SOS call to get her out!” Tom snorted softly.

“And this guy over there just dropped the engagement ring. Poor fella is going down on his knees for other reasons then proposing.” You had fun watching the social life of other people, even if it was a bit unfair to them. But this day just had its own rules…so one night of sarcasm wouldn´t hurt your karma too bad.

 After discarding of the long empty food container Tom looked at you. “Let´s walk a bit further.”

He took your hand as if he´d done it a million times before and tugged you up. Lovers, Dates and Couples strolled the streets. Some happy, some in love and some just saying their good byes without further looking at each other. Somewhere at Leicester Square was a musician playing on the streets.

Tom grinned and twirled you around 2 times before dancing with you on the pebbled streets. He was cute, you had to give him that and he was a good dancer. Laughing at each other you stopped and gave the musician a tip. Tom leaned in and kissed your cheek softly.

 “Thanks for the best anti Valentine’s Day ever! (YN)”

You looked a little surprised that he knew your name but then he whispered in your ear.

“I read your name tag back at the table.”

You laughed and nudged him a little. Sneaky!

“Indeed, thanks for the best anti Valentine´s day ever Tom!”

“We need to do this together again next year!”  

Tom smiled a little wicked smile before his hand went through your hair to your neck and his other hand pulled you close whispering. “We have a whole year to plan it!”

His lips crashed onto yours and you held on for dear life.

[wexregolden]

Read it on AO3 here <3

Chapter 2/19

THE BOY WHO LOVED Chapter 2

-The Forbidden Forest Topic -

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“Martino! You with us?”, the teacher made Martino jump out of his thoughts as he called him out.

“I... yeah, I´m here”

“Well then?”

“Then what?”

“I´d like to hear the answer to my question, Martino”

Fuck. Yes. He didn´t pay attention and he had no clue what was going on right now. His thoughts had drifted away again. To a certain boy. A certain boy with black hair and beautiful eyes...

“I´m sorry, I-”

“You didn´t pay attention, I know, Martino. Please, focus! Back to our interpretation of Ovid´s text,” the teacher said while he turned back to the blackboard to write down notes. Marti heard giggles from behind his back and as he turned around, he saw Gio and Elia making funny faces and laughing at his faux pas. These fuckers!

The moment the bell signalled the end of the school day Marti left the school as if his life depended on it. Today was one of these days his six hours of school felt like twenty. One of those days he wasn´t able to concentrate on the things he should. One of those days his thoughts drifted away every few minutes. One of those days he can´t wait to go home and lie down in his bed again. Post something on his Bookstagram. Read a book.

But before he could do that, he was meeting up with his friends in front of the school.

“Hey Marti,” Gio greeted him as they fist bumped. He repeated it with Elia and Luca and after it they fell back into the conversation they had before Marti had arrived.

“It was literally the best, especially as Il Peccio started to dance, well “dance”, you know, Marti?,” Elia asked him and grinned. “Oh no wait, you would have known if you would have been there.,” he continued and his gaze roamed over to Marti.

“Hey! I already told you that I stayed at home with my mom. And I promise, next time I´ll be there,” Marti said, his remorse hit in.

“You better be! You really missed something!,” Gio said, patting his best friend´s shoulder.

“What? Peccio dancing? Believe me, I´ve already seen that and honestly, it´s nothing I´d like to repeat,” Marti answered, grinning.

“Better, Marti! Better! Just one word: Girls!,” Luca butted in.

Girls. The one, constantly recurring topic. The one topic Martino is sick of. The one topic he really doesn´t want to talk about: Girls this, girls that. This. This was one of the reasons which would bring him to tell his friends about his feelings, his love life. Which nearly brought him to do so a few times already. Tell them that he likes boys. To not have to endure these talks, this topic anymore. Well, at least to not have to pretend anymore. To pretend that he feels like them, that he feels the same about girls as they do. But to do so, one thing is missing. This one person, this one boy who´s worth it to tell his secret. To accept the possible outcomes of his coming out. That his friends would not think the same of him anymore as they do now. Or even worse, that they would stop being friends with him because he´s gay. No more hugs and late-night talks with his best friend Gio. No more teasing Elia or getting teased by him. No more listening to Luca´s stories about his failed attempts at flirting. No, he would not want to risk this. Never. His friends were too important to him.

His angsty spinning thoughts got distracted by Gio waving his hand in front of Marti´s eyes. It happened again, his mind and thoughts completely drifting away.

“Martino! You with us?,” he tried to imitate their teacher from before, a big grin on his face. As he looked at Elia and Luca, he saw that they were mirroring Gio´s expression. Assholes.

“Oh fuck off!,” Marti said, trying to push his best friend away, but Giovanni was faster, already stepping out of his personal space.

“But well, are you coming with us, Marti?,” he asked and looked at Marti, expecting.

“Where?”

“At my place, getting pizza before and playing a few rounds of FIFA. I´m ready to kick your boring ass, Marti!”

“Oh, you sure about that? If I'm right I was the one who won all of our previous matches. So dream on!,” Marti said cocky, now being the one who had a grin on his face.

“Let´s see, Marti, let´s see!”

“But another time. I really need to go home and catch up on some school work, I´m so far behind”

“Boring, Marti, boooring,” he heard Elia say as he was already ready to get going, Luca next to him.

“See you tomorrow, guys,” Marti said as they started to head to the bus stop. Before Giovanni was leaving, he turned back to Martino, giving him a fond smile.

“Everything okay with you? How´s your mom doing?,” he asked Marti, a hand on his shoulder. A gesture, a touch that would have made Marti´s heart beat faster a few years ago. But it´s over now.

“Yeah, everything good. With me and with her, both of us. I´m just really tired as... I stayed up a little too late yesterday and I really need to do some things for school,” Marti answered.

“Okay, that´s fine. I´ll see you tomorrow then”. After a short hug Gio disappeared and went after Elia and Luchino. As he was out of his sight, Marti turned around in the other direction and headed home too. Finally.

---

As soon as he closed the apartment door behind him and put his keys away, his mother was already appearing, giving him a hug and a kiss to the cheek.

“How was school, sweetheart?,” she asked him as she stepped back, heading back to the living room, Marti behind her.

“Nice... I mean, okay. A bit boring, but well, I guess it was okay,” Martino answered.

“Well then. By the way, I´m going to watch a movie, maybe make some popcorn. Do you wanna join me?,” she asked her son, waiting for his answer.

“I´d love to, mom, but I´m actually really behind with some of my schoolwork and need to catch up as soon as possible. I´m sorry, but I would love to do this any other day again,” he said, a guilty look approaching on his face.

“Don´t worry, Marti!,” his mother smiled at him and he couldn't help but mirroring her expression.

“I love you, mom,” he said as he went over to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“I love you too, Marti,” she answered, the smile never leaving her face. And with that Marti left for his room, sitting down at his desk. School work. What a wonderful thing to do on a Monday afternoon.

---

Well, being productive looked different. He really wanted to do something, catch up with his school work. But he couldn´t help. And so it happened that Martino was sitting on his bed after already 15 minutes again. His phone inn his hands., ready to post a new picture on his Bookstagram account. He was scrolling through his gallery, searching for a pic he hasn´t posted yet. After a few minutes he found one, a picture of “It” by Stephen King, a book he read back in summer. And he loved it! Well, let´s just leave the fact aside that he finished it in the middle of the night and literally had a nightmare as he went to sleep. But still, he really enjoyed the story. He added a caption under his post, including his opinion on the post and a bit of more or less unnecessary chatter. He hit the post-button and after a while, the first notifications started to appear. Many likes, a few comments complimenting his picture, a few comments sharing their own opinion on the book, a few people trying to promote their own account or business. He loved it, the communication with his followers. One of the best parts about the whole Bookstagram thing! But especially one comment caught his attention.

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: and again: YOU FOR REAL?! YOU LIKED THIS CRAP BUT CAN`T STAND HARRY POTTER?? WHAT`S WRONG WITH YOU?!

martislibrary: @nicoissurroundedbymuggles and again: if you can´t live with my opinion... *Marti has left the chat*

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: @martislibrary Still not sure if this is how Instagram works, Marti 😛

A grin immediately appeared on Marti´s face. Wide. Bright. Radiating happiness. And suddenly he felt the urge to reread these messages. The messages between him and Nico. Well, no sooner said than done. He opened his and Nico´s chat, scrolled to the very top and started reading. Going through all the emotions he had whilst writing and reading these messages yesterday night again. Especially one caught his attention

“nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Well then you need to do the Pottermore test for you to be sure and accept that you´re not in Slytherin”

Pottermore. It´s not that he was actually interested in anything Harry Potter related. But his curiosity won. His curiosity to know what Nico was talking about. He took his laptop from his desk, placed it on his lap and opened his browser, typing “Pottermore” into Google. The first result already was said website. As he opened it, dozens of different articles and photos immediately caught his eyes. “The top five most fashionable teachers of Hogwarts”, “Take a new look at Hagrid´s Magical Creature´s Motorbike Adventure ride”, “The definitive Rubeus Hagrid quiz”, and so on and on. Nothing special, nothing that would impress Marti. It seemed like the perfect website for Harry Potter fans and stans. Like Nico. But then one button caught his attention: “Sorting”. Clicking on it, the next page showed the line “Discover your Hogwarts House”. This must be what Nico was talking about. Martino actually didn´t know what got into him but suddenly he saw himself creating an account on this website and starting this quiz. Answering questions. And honestly? How are questions like “Moon or Stars” or “Left or Right” supposed to tell anything about the house you're in. And again, he was wondering why he bothered to think about such topics. Anything related to Harry Potter. A book he didn´t like at all. Well, a text conversation with a cute boy exactly about this topic later and he sat in front of Pottermore. Marti shook his head, immediately trying to get his thoughts about this “cute boy” out of his head. And he continued answering the following questions of the quiz. The Sorting Hat quiz. Honestly? How drunk or high must a person be to come up with a talking hat?!

A few minutes later, he leaned back as he finished the quiz, waiting for his result. And then the page showed him his apparent Hogwarts house.

“Congratulations on being sorted into...

...Slytherin.”

Ha!

•••

The Sorting Hat spoke: Marti is a Slytherin, wuhu :D

Thank you for reading and I’d love to hear what you think of it in the comments or my ask box <3

[psychic-enemy-dragon]

1-100🤭😇

The meaning behind my url: Well… My blog is just my dreams and my thoughts and they are all still in my head so yeah xD

A picture of me: I don´t post pictures on my dashboard only in privat chat when I know the person better 😉

How many tattoos i have and what they are: I have 5 tattoos. A music key (I don´t know the right word for it), a wolf with wings, a red rose, a cross and a semicolon sign

Last time i cried and why: Yesterday at night and it was bcs of overthinking and a person

Piercings i have: No piercing xD But I still want a piercing on my belly button

Favorite band: Oh that´s hard… But at the moment it´s Against The Current. They are on YouTube.

Biggest turn offs: When someone is selfish and unhygiene

Top 5 (insert subject): I don´t know if I get this right but Music, Movies, Food, Girls and Video Games xD

Tattoos i want: A lot more really. I dream of a full sleeve at least on one arm and one on my waist too and still more xD

Biggest turn ons: Humor, empathy and when we like the same stuff? But I think that every person want´s that right?

Age: I am turning 21 tomorrow xD

Ideas of a perfect date: I think I would do everything with the person I like. I mean, I would ask the person what they want and than just decide what we are gonna do 😇

Life goal: To be happy and have a good healthy life with a wife

Piercings i want: Belly button and maybe a Septum too but I am not sure about the Septum 🙈

Relationship status: Taken

Favorite movie: That´s hard xD But I would say it´s a horror movie

A fact about my life: I have a introverted life so it´s not that exciting 😅

Phobia: Social Phobia and Spiders

Middle name: I don´t have it. My name is Christina and yeah 😅

Height: 173cm

Are you a virgin? No 🙈

What’s your shoe size? In german it´s 43

What’s your sexual orientation? Lesbian 🌈

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? Sometimes I drink but really not that much. It depends on the situation

Someone you miss: A tumblr friend. She lives so far away…

What’s one thing you regret? I regret to tell someone a special secret about me. I bet that person would still talk to me like in the past if I wouldn´t had tell her that. Yes it´s a woman.

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Natasha Negovanlis (Carmilla) 😍

Favorite ice cream? Hazelnut and vanilla and sometimes that cherry thing xD I don´t know the name again 😅

One insecurity: My body or especially my scars

What my last text message says: It was just a “Good Morning” with a emoji xD

Have you ever taken a picture naked? No and I would never do that

Have you ever painted your room? Yes many times

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Of course bcs I am gay as fuck 😅

Have you ever slept naked? Yes

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? Oh god yeah xD

Have you ever had a crush? Yes and I have a crush at the moment too

Have you ever been dumped? Yes

Have you ever stole money from a friend? I would never do this

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? Yeah but it was a guy from my friend

Have you ever been in a fist fight? No thank god

Have you ever snuck out of your house? Yeah when I was a teenager 😅

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes I had and it was bad bcs I told her…

Have you ever been arrested? No xD

Have you ever made out with a stranger? Well… Let me say it like that I had a one night stand and I knew that girl for like one hour xD

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? Yeah it was in college

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? Yes when I was younger

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? Oh god yeah that was happening to me one time. That was horrible xD

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? No one will believe me but no I never did that. I was always a good student 😅

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? Yes yes yes 😅

Have you ever seen someone die? Yeah I saw someone die and it´s still in my head

Have you ever been on a plane? Yeah even when I was scared

Have you ever kissed a picture? Yeah I did that xD

Have you ever slept in until 3? Yes

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now? Both

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? Yes I did that

Have you ever made a snow angel? Of course. Who doesn´t? 😅

Have you ever played dress up? Yeah when I was a child

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? Yeah but only in shooter games and than i got kicked out xD

Have you ever been lonely? Yeah I was lonely for a long time

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? No but I was “not there” mentally and this was happening too often xD

Have you ever been to a club? Yeah like 3 times and than I realized it´s not that much fun for me 😅

Have you ever felt an earthquake? Yeah and I was fucking scared

Have you ever touched a snake? No

Have you ever ran a red light? Yes

Have you ever been suspended from school? No xD

Have you ever had detention? No oh my god xD

Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes I have been in a car accident but I wasn´t the driver

Have you ever hated the way you look? Most of the time to be honest. Even when people tell me that I am cute, pretty, etc

Have you ever witnessed a crime? I don´t think so

Have you ever pole danced? No but I would try it. Not in a strip club. I mean it in a workout way. Sorry for my english 😅

Have you ever been lost? Yes xD

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? Yes

Have you ever felt like dying? Yes and not only one time

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? Too many times

Have you ever sang karaoke? Yeah I did and it was so embarassing xD

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes I did

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Oh god yes xD This was happening in class 😅

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? Yes older

Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yeah I did

Have you ever sang in the shower? I do this all the time xD

Have you ever made out in a park? Uhm no xD

Have you ever dream that you married someone? I don´t remember but I think so

Have you ever glued your hand to something? Yes xD

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? Yessss 😅

Have you ever gone to school partially naked? No xD

Have you ever been a cheerleader? No again xD

Have you ever sat on a roof top? Yes I did that

Have you ever brushed your teeth? Of course every day. What is this question? 😅

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? No bcs I love horror movies

Have you ever played chicken? What does that mean? xD

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Yes and it was hard to swim I swear

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? No but I got told that I am so cute when I was at pride

Have you ever broken a bone? Yeah when I was a child

Have you ever been easily amused? Most of the time 😅

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes 😅

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? Yes I did

Have you ever cheated on a test? No never

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? Yes and that was embarassing xD

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? Yeah xD

Give us one thing about you that no one knows. I still have some problems even when everybody else thinks it´s over

[kmp78]

AND SPEAKING OF SOME HARSH TRUTHS.

I wasn´t gonna do this, but enough is enough.

I have warned you people several times that if you are looking for my reaction, sooner or later you will get it.

First of all...

“Couldn´t handle my harsh truths to here”

Once again the non-English-speaker to the rescue: *HEAR

#Welcome #GrammarIsHard

And poor you “HAVING ANXIETY”...

Is that why you KEEP COMING TO MY BLOG?

That´s from this morning, btw.

And “SHE NEEDS HELP”?

Meanwhile remember this “Hey who is that “Meghan” person Inchslit tagged in her post?!” message from yesterday?

See the time stamp on when I answered it?

Guess what happened 15 minutes earlier?

And hey guess who lives in Germantown, Maryland?

“Disgusting and pathetic” indeed.

And “She is so awful a girl almost killed her self because of this girl sad about”?

Still with this fanfic, eh? 😂

Side note: 

Big thanks a lot to the people who created that bs story. Isn´t it great that your completely made up nonsense is still living in the minds of halfwits?

Yeah, thanks SO MUCH for that.

I won´t be forgetting any time soon either.

And quite honestly... since you insist on dragging this thing out in public then fine, have it your way. I have no loyalties or sympathy towards you anymore, so let´s all burn this shit to the ground once and for all.

Remember: you did this to yourself.

You could have gone your own way and stayed quiet and lived a perfectly happy kmp78-less life for the next 40 years, but you simply had to start poking the bear and trying my patience, so yeah.

HAVE IT YOUR WAY.

These here are my private chats with this person from last summer. 

See? Nothing but cordial discussions. Just normal chitchat. 

And might I add AGAIN: these kinds of convos went on for THREE YEARS and not even once did she EVER tell me of her hatred towards me.

Also she never answered my last question above, but later commented: 

And the next day...

Except after this exchange she went totally mute...

Never got an answer.

A smarter person than me probs would have sensed that she wasn´t interested in being friends anymore, but for me it all dawned 3 long weeks later when at 1:17 am this shows up in my chat:

Yeah, you can take it as a “no” because as you idiot failed to realize, IT WAS ACTUALLY 1 am MY TIME AND I WAS ASLEEP, but that oooh nooo made no difference to her:

Out of all the fantastic ways to wake up... Wow. Lovely.

And might I just add: that M&G she mentions took place IN APRIL.

This message containing her outburst about how embarrassing I am and how she lost all respect for me arrived IN AUGUST.

In between are 4 long months during which we had quite a few little convos and not even once did her annoyance and disgust come up.

Also...

Isn´t that just the most amazingly adult way of telling a so-called friend that what she did doesn´t sit well with you? 

Forget addressing the issue head-on and politely!

Why not just explode all over your friend´s chat completely out of the blue and call that “conflict resolution”.

Well, if that´s the way you wanna “adult”, then fine by me.

Oooooh so NOW you wanna “talk properly”?!

As opposed to you actually “talking properly” with me about these issues first instead of ripping my head off in some drunken manic episode while I wasn´t even awake?!

Side note: I edited that one name out because I have no desire dealing with that scum ever again.

THE END. 

So there you have it, folks.

Thoughts?!

I have only one:

that exchange took place in August and yet now here we are at the end of October and oh lookey who´s back begging for my attention. 

Again.

And btw: remember yesterday when I mentioned that in this fandom people keep mixing up insults towards JL/MARS as insults towards THEMSELVES because they simply are so narrow-minded and psychotic that they can´t differentiate the two, and who think online bulldogging for a celebrity is somehow a noble way to live because it makes other halfwits think you are one of the holy ones?

Do me a favor: go back to the beginning of this message and read it all again with that thought in mind.

“I´M BEING HARASSED AND BULLIED BY KMP78″

Are you tho?

Or are you simply a backstabbing former “friend” with major issues who could not let bygones be bygones and who´s now somehow appalled that I (shockingly) am not one to just lay down and let your echie-mobile drive all over me.

[gggbtswillbethedeathomeggg]

Arranged - Chapter 1 BTS MafiaAU!

Description: (Y/N) was born and raised in her father´s mafia. She has always wanted to get out of the mafia life for as long as she can remember wanting to live a normal life. She get´s promised that on her 21st birthday she´s free to leave her father´s mafia, but on her 18th birthday, her present from her father is a marriage contract to none other than Min Yoongi, mafia leader of BTS. 

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Word count: 3529 

Warnings: Language, brief mentions of miscarriage and prostitution 

A/N: Hey guys, I´m so excited for posting the first chapter of Arranged and I don´t specifically know how many chapters there´s gonna be in this series, but I´m thinking around seven chapters and an epilouge, but I don´t know for certain yet. I hope you´ll all like it and feedback is more than welcome so let me know what you think of this.

Here for the first chapter I wanted you to get to know what happened to the reader and how she ended up marrying Min Yoongi so kinda a bit of a slow start, but I´m currently writing chapter 4 and it´s gonna be very exciting. 

Masterlist

Character Aesthetics, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7(Final)

Never in your life have you ever experienced this type of fuckery. Beat a man to a bleeding, dying mess in an underground fight? He won’t even know what hit him until after it was too late. Dress up and go to a party to seduce an old pig to have him later killed by assassins? That bastard was as good as dead the minute you laid your eyes on him. Kill dozens of people in a mass shooting without getting a single scratch yourself? You could already hear their last dying breath heave out of them. However, this went beyond anything you would ever do.

Your name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), daughter of (Y/F/L/N) (Y/F/N), the most ruthless and most powerful mafia boss in Seoul probably even Korea, ruling the city with an iron fist. Nobody even dared to get in the way of your father, his mafia or you, and the ones who did apparently had a death wish.

You respected your father more than anything, and when he asked you to do something, you did it without any questions. However this, you resented him for it, maybe even hated him, because he had promised you away to another mafia boss. To be completely exact on who he gave you away to, Min Yoongi, ruler of Bangtan or better known as BTS.

And your dads reason for giving you away? You were his only daughter, his only child to be exact. He needed someone who could take over his gang when he either couldn´t do it himself anymore or died, probably being the last one. And apparently a girl couldn´t do that. Yes, you were highly respected by your fathers gang and they did what you told them to do, but still your father didn´t believe in you to live up to the commands or the family name that was ruling over the city like a dark cloud. Also, there were more reasons as to why you couldn´t take over his mafia.

You wanted to get out.        

You didn´t want to partake in the mafia life anymore, you wanted a normal life, with normal friends, a normal education and a normal job.

Your mother were given away by her own family to your father when she was only 24, but unlike you, she grew up with the normal life that you aspired to have. Her father were a casino player who lost all his money to your father in poker at a world famous casino, Shuffle Royal, owned by Park Jimin´s farther, another member of Bangtan who your farther were close to. Park Jimin now owned the casino since his farther died in a mass shooting there a couple of years ago.

Your grandfather ended up with owing your father a lot money, money he didn´t have so they made a deal. Your father got your mother as payment and your grandfather wouldn´t have to deal with any more trouble from his gang. Your grandfather, being the mayor wimp that he is, caged in and gave his own daughter away without a second thought to what it would do to her.

Later that night your mother were kidnapped from her very own bed and forced to sign a marriage contract with your farther. On their “wedding night”, your mother got pregnant with you and she had tried so hard to keep it together and stay strong for you, but that had only helped her so far. Back then, your farther adored and loved you more than anything, but he needed a son. Twice your mother had gotten pregnant and both times, she had a miscarriage pushing her over the edge. You were only 12 years old when the second miscarriage happened and you saw ever so clearly how it broke her and threw her in a black hole of depression and anxiety.

You took care of your mother trying so hard to put her back together; doing everything to bring your loving and caring mother back to you. However, nothing helped and at 13 you had enough, and not wanting to end up like your mother, you made a deal with your farther. The day you turned 21 you were free to leave, to get out and live a normal life, but only being 13 you didn´t see the lies behind your father’s eyes and on your 18th birthday he had given you away.

He needed an heir for his mafia and a powerful one and you being just a girl, he had to give you away to another powerful son from a strong and powerful mafia. And who better than to join together the two most powerful mafias in Seoul.

Now, 2 weeks after your father’s announcement, you were sitting in the back of your father’s car with him, on your way to sign the marriage contract with Min Yoongi and meeting him for the first time. You were staring out of the window ignoring your father sitting beside you. The memory of the announcement were still crystal clear in your mind as if it happened yesterday.

“Y/N, your farther wants to see you, now.”

The booming voice broke you and your mothers giggling. It was your 18th birthday and you were eating cake with your mother in her bedroom. She had said something funny about one of the many maids that worked for your family in the giant mansion that you lived in. It wasn´t even that funny, but it sent your mother into a rare fit of giggles, almost laughing at what had happened and you couldn´t help, but giggle and share the happiness seeping out of you because of it. You could count on one hand how many times she had laughed like that in the last 6 years and it made you feel both extremely happy and painfully sad to hear it.

“It will have to wait for later,” you sneered to Vijin who was standing in the open doorway. He was one of your father´s best men and he was trusted to do anything. He was ruthless and could kill a man with one punch, having done more times than you could count on two hands.

“Y/F/N told me to come and get you,” Vijin said to you. “With force if necessary” and with that he started cracking his knuckles making horrible cracking sounds come from them.

You could feel your mother get tense beside and not wanting her to be any more scared than she already was you reluctantly stood up from the bed to go with Vijin. Before you left her, you took the two plates of leftover cake and placed them on the bedside table. You turned to your mother cradling her face with your hands and giving her a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I´ll be back as soon as possible mother, I promise,” you told her while looking at her softly. She took one of your hands kissing the palm of it before looking back up at you.

“Just be careful my child” she said to you. “And remember, you´re father wants what´s best for you as much as I do” and with that she laid back down on her bed, closing her eyes. You wanted to ask what she meant with your farther, but Vijin was tapping his foot impatiently at the door. You turned around, sending him a death glare, and walked over to follow him to your father’s office. You walked over to the elevator and got in with Vijin. You watched him press number five, the doors closing to get you up to the fifth floor.

The mansion had six stories with the basement. The basement was where all the dirty work of the mafia took place, torturing people to get information out of them and locking them up. First floor was where the fancy parties took place when your father wanted to show off to other mafias while also reminding them who was the boss. Second floor was the living and kitchen area and were all the guest rooms and the library was. It was here you spent most of your time because of homeschooling. The third floor was were you and your parents had your rooms with huge bathrooms and giant walk-in-closet´s. The fifth floor was where the gym was with all the equipment and work-out gear you could ever need. There were machines for strength and cardio work out and a huge boxing ring in the middle to test out you combat skills. It was also here that your father’s men could “treat” themselves with the many prostitutes while consuming large amounts of alcohol and drugs.  

Then there was the sixth and final floor. It was here all the more professional work took place, from packing drugs and handling all the weapons, getting them ready to ship them out to customers, to the important meetings. You were rarely allowed up there unless you had to go on a mission with your father and his men.

The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened for you and Vijin to walk out and onto the floor. You walked down a long hallway and past many rooms, all of them with closed doors. However, you didn´t have to see to know what happened behind them. There came loud noises from behind some of the doors your father´s men laughing and yelling while doing their job, but behind some doors there were complete silence and you assumed that nobody were in those rooms since your father´s men couldn´t keep quiet for a very long time unless they were on a mission.

You and Vijin had reached the end of the hall, standing in front of a closed door that led into your father’s office. Vijin laid a hand on your shoulder to prevent you from going in. You quickly shook his hand off of your shoulder glaring at him, but all he did was ignore you, raising his hand to knock on the door.

You could hear a muffled “come in” from behind it and Vijin opened it while giving you a shove on your back to push you inside the room. You were about to turn around to murder him with your eyes, but before you got the chance the door was already closed again.

“Hello Y/N, it´s nice to see you.” You turned around too look at your father. He was sitting behind his big mahogany desk with a glass of scotch in his hand. He pointed at the leather chair in front of him. “Please, have a seat I have something very important to tell you about.”

You relaxed your tense shoulders thinking that your dad only wanted to tell you about a new mission you had to go on. You walked over to the desk and took a seat in the giant, leather chair. You looked up at your father expectantly waiting for what he had to tell you.

“You´re probably wondering why I wanted you to come up here while you were spending some time with your dear mother,” your father said looking at you. You knew he was waiting for you to say something about the interruption, but you stayed silent knowing it wouldn´t get you anywhere useful in this conversation. 

When you didn’t say anything, your father sighed placing his glass of scotch on a table coaster and bending down to open one of the drawers in his desk. You heard the drawer open and close and then he sat straight up again, but now he was holding a small box wrapped in black wrapping paper. He reached forward and placed it in front of you before leaning back in his chair. You leaned forward taking the small wrapped box in your hands and looked up at your father rather confusedly.

“What is this?” you asked him not even trying to hide the amusement in your voice. This was definitely not, what you expected when you walked in here. Sure, it was you´re birthday and all, but your father always let your mother take care of giving you you´re presents, never being much around himself since he was a very busy man.

“Why don´t you open it and find out for yourself?” and with that he took his scotch and drank some of it raising his eyebrows slightly, looking at you expectantly. You looked back down at the box and started unwrapping it. When you removed the paper, you saw an emerald green velvet box. Shocked you looked up at your father, you´re mouth slightly agape. It couldn´t possibly be…

No, you quickly thought, looking down at the box again. It´s probably just a pair of earrings. You looked back up at your father to see his own reaction, but all he did was pointing at the box. You quickly looked down again missing the dark, almost sad, look that came over his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had gotten there.

With shaky fingers, you opened the small velvet box and what you saw astounded you. Because inside there was a ring, but not any type of ring. An engagement ring.

You quickly closed the velvet box throwing it onto the desk in front of your father, quickly standing up.  

“NO!” you yelled at him. “No. No, you promised me that I would get out, that I wouldn’t have to stay in this life, that I could get a normal life. YOU PROMISED ME.” You´re whole body were shaking and you were close to tears, this was not what you wanted.

“No, what I promised you was that when you turned 21 you would get out” your father said to you standing up from his chair. “I never promised you anything about giving you away. Besides, you should have known that this was coming, even when you were just 13 years old, you should have known. I need an heir for this gang, one that your mother was unable to give me, so you have to do this whether you want to or not.” Your father was now standing directly in front of you with the velvet box in his hands.

“Mother will never let you get away with this” you sneered at him, but all your father did was stand there and chuckle at you. And that’s when you remembered your mothers last words before you left her.

“And remember, you´re father wants what´s best for you as much as I do.” Your mother’s words echoed through your head when you finally realized what she had meant when she said that to you.

“No,” you choked out finally losing the battle to the tears that were now running down you´re cheeks and falling down onto the carpet. Your father opened the box and took out the engagement ring, reaching forward to grab your hand to put it on you. You took a step backwards, bolting for the door to get out and away from your father, but before you even reached the door, it opened and Vijin stepped inside. He quickly grabbed you, turning you around to face your father who stepped forward grabbing your hand and forcing the ring onto your finger. You could already feel all of the bruises that would be on your arms tomorrow morning from how hard they were holding onto you.

“For god´s sake, will you stop crying now,” your father yelled at you. “You should consider yourself lucky that I´m giving you two weeks of freedom instead of just shipping you off right away.”

You rubbed your upper arms from where the bruises had been for a full week after it all had happened. Vijin was sitting in the front seat next to the driver, ready to shoot anything and anybody who got in your way, and to prevent you from trying to escape one last time. But you weren’t going to try to do that since your father had told you that if you even tried, he weren’t going to hurt you, but your mother. Even though you resented your mother for putting you through what she went through all of those years ago, you couldn´t let her get hurt by Vijin, who you knew your father wouldn’t hesitate to put into work if necessarily.

In those two weeks all of your things were packed and shipped off to god knows where you were going to live. You had begged your mother to try to talk your father out of this, but all she kept saying was that it would be for the best.

Since then, you had spent all of your time in the gym, because there was no way in hell you were going to let this Min Yoongi push you around to do whatever he wanted with you. You couldn´t let him make you all soft towards him, because that would be the breaking point for you. If you were going to survive this, you would have to turn cold and not let anything get near your heart, but then again, when you had been living in a mafia your whole life, it was going to be pretty easy.  

You soon felt the car stopping and looked back up. You were holding in front of a giant mansion, although it wasn’t as big and as impressive as your fathers, it still took your breath away because this is where you were going to live for the rest of your life.

Both Vijin and the driver got out of the car, Vijin standing with his gun out ready to shoot if necessarily and the driver going over to open the car door for your father and you.

“We have arrived at Mr. Min´s mansion Sir,” the driver said as soon as your father stepped out. He turned around and stuck his hand out to help you get out of the car, but you quickly pushed it away and stepped out yourself. Your father stared into your eyes silently telling you to behave the best that you could, and you knew what the consequences were if you didn´t. He stuck his arm and you grabbed a hold of it as he let you up the marble stairs to walk through the door and meet your new husband. Vijin followed closely behind you to make sure that you followed.

You walked in through the door that was held open by a butler. The butler, looking rather old with grey hair and a bald spot in the middle of his head, bowed to you and your father and raised his arm to the side to point at a closed set of double doors to the right.

“Hello Mr. (Y/F/L/N) and Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Min is waiting for you so if you will follow me I will show you to him,” the butler said to you before looking over at Vijin. “I´m sorry Sir, but you can´t bring that in there” he continued, looking down at the gun Vijin was holding. “I´m going to have to ask you to leave it here,” he said pointing at another butler, much younger looking than he did, who stepped forward with a silver tray in his hands. Vijin didn’t react to what the butler said and only starred at him.

“Leave the gun Vijin,” your father told him, not wanting to leave a bad impression of himself or the people that worked for him in Min Yoongi´s very own mansion. Vijin placed the gun he was holding down on the tray, pulled out two more guns from inside his jacket, and placed them beside the first one.

“If you´ll follow me” the first butler said and walked towards the closed double doors. Your father walked behind the butler following him and dragging you with him, Vijin following closely behind you. The butler reached his hands forward and took the handles, opening the double doors and taking two steps forward and one to the side. “Your guests have arrived Mr. Min,” the butler proclaimed. You and your father stepped forward into the room and right there in front you over by the windows, with his back turned to you, stood your future husband.

You couldn’t see what he looked like since he had his back turned to you, but what you could see were his black hair and that he was rather slim build. It surprised you a bit since you had expected an old, fat man to be your husband. He was wearing a black suit that were tailored to perfection to fit him nicely.

“Thank you, Peter, that would be all for now,” he answered the butler who was apparently called Peter. It took you by surprise since you thought he would be called something like James or another more butler-sounding name if that even made sense.

The butler bowed and stepped out of the room closing the doors behind you and leaving you in there with your father, Vijin and Min Yoongi.

“I´m glad that we finally get to meet each other, Miss (Y/L/N); I think we are going to have a pleasant life together, don´t you think?” Yoongi said to you, finally turning around to reveal himself to you. And girl, were you surprised when he did.

[josiecarioca]

The first Christmas (One shot)

It´s Severus and Lily´s first Christmas as friends, so they exchange gifts. (old fic I´ve posted to AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/22023787) 

Cokeworth

December, 1969

Severus shivered inside his worn-out coat, his feet scrapping the fresh snow that covered the ground as the swing moved lightly back and forth. He looked down at the mishapen package on his lap, and felt his little fingers start to go numb from the cold. He was in such a hurry to get to the park he had forgotten to put on his gloves. But those gloves barely had fingers anyway, só itwouldn´t make a difference if he had put them on. The boy couldn´t shake the disapointment. He had tried to find a pretty wrapping paper, but all he could afford was a boring pink one with white polka-dots. Even worse, he couldn´t even ask his mother to help him wrap it, because if she knew he was about to give a Christmas gift to anybody when they hardly had any money to put food on the table he´d probably hear a lecture. Not that Severus had spent any money on it, but that actually sort of made it worse...

"Sev!! There you are!!!" a light and cheery voice called out as fast footsteps disturbed the snow. He looked up to see Lily running his way. She was wearing a thick yellow coat that reached all the way to her knees and her cheeks were as pink as the matching wool scarf and cap she wore, long dark red hair loose and flowing about her shoulders. She stopped in front of him, and took a moment to catch her breath, huffing, her eyes twinkling.

"You didn´t come yesterday!" Lily asked him, her voice sounding urgent.

"Sorry..." the boy mumbled, looking down again. Her red mary-janes were like rose petals blown over the snow as she shifted on her feet.

"Why?" She insisted, sitting on the swing next to him and taking her white gloves off "I told you mum was ok with you coming!"

Severus stared at the worn and dirty tips of his shoes, frowning. Lily probably insisted a lot with her mum to get her to let him spend Christmas with them. He knew Mrs. Evans didn´t like him. Mr. Evans was nicer, but Mrs Evans and Petunia...they really didn´t like him at all.

"I couldn´t leave mum alone on Christmas" Severus breathed out, his eyes still avoiding Lily´s brilliant green ones.

"Oh, your dad wasn´t home for Christmas?"

"No..." Severus lied. His father had been home for Christmas...Completely drunk, cursing at him and his mother. His parents had another argument...it lasted until about midnight...then his father left again, and Severus finally found the courage to leave his room and go to the kitchen, where his mother was crying, cursing and breaking things. When she finally got tired of it, she saw him standing at the door. She held him tight and said she was sorry, over and over again.

Severus didn´t know what she was sorry about, but he knew he couldn´t remind her that the Evanses had invited him to spend Christmas with them and ask her to help wrapping Lily´s gift. He decided to just stay there with her. She looked like she needed his company more than Lily.

Lily had her parents and even stupid Petunia. Mum only had him.

"You could have brought your mum with you! Better than being alone just the two of you."

"She wasn´t feeling too good..."

"Oh, I´m sorry. How is she doing now?"

"Better, thank you."

"Here! I brought your Christmas gift!"

Severus looked up and only now noticed Lily had something hidden under her coat. A box wrapped in a nice red paper with golden arabesques on it. He stood up and carefully lay the package he was holding on the swing, so he could have both his hands free to get the box and open it.

"Don´t rip the paper too much, we can still use it for a collage. I got some new magazines at home!" She told him.

"Don´t worry, I won´t."he unwrapped the box trying to do as little damage to the paper as he could. Once the wrapping was all gone, Severus could hardly believe his eyes . It´s was an action figure. The Action Man talking commander, to be exact.

"Dad helped me choose!" Lily´s smile went from ear to ear, almost as if she was the one getting the sought-after talking action figure. It did seem like something her fahter would pick, but Severus didn´t mind that.

"Thank you, Lils!" He beamed. But suddenly it hit him...he couldn´t come back home with that.

"You didn´t like it?" She immediately noticed his expression changing.

"I did! Of course I did! I really like it!"

"Then what?!"

"Is just...if I come back home with this, my parents will never believe me if I say it was a gift."

"Oh, don´t be silly. If anything they can just ask my dad. And if they still don´t believe it you can leave it at my house. I think dad would like that...he was so excited it looked like he was buying it for himself. I think he misses having boy toys." She giggled.

"He can borrow it if he wants" Severus laughed as well. The tought of Mr. Evans playing with action figures amused him. But if he was Mr. Evans Severus might also get tired of having only dolls everywhere in the house too.

"We can go and ask him to put batteries in for you!" Lily hopped off the swing.

"Wait!" Severus blurted out.

"What?"

"I...I have a gift for you too"

"Oh, ok!" She laughed. She had been so excited about giving Severus the Action Man, she didn´t even remember he might have a gift for her too.

Severus looked at her then back at the pink and white polka-dot package on the the swing. The paper was all crumpled from his various failed attempts at making a nice wrapping...but that wasn´t what concerned him. He knew the contents of the package could hardly compare to the nice gift she had just given him. Suddenly, Severus felt entirely too embarrassed to even look at her. He hadn´t even bought it.

But he said he had a gift so now he had to go through with it. He picked up the package and clumsily handed it to her. Lily smiled and started to unwrap it, just as carefully as Severus had unwrapped his.

Severus couldn´t even look. He knew she´d be disappointed.

"Sev! This is so pretty!"

Severus winced, taken completely by surprise. He looked up at her.

"Y-you liked it?"

Inside the pink and white polka-dot paper there was a woolen hat Severus´ mother had given him after his old one had started to unravel because it was so old and used up. It was a dull little something...sage green with white stripes...Severus knew a pretty girl like Lily would never like something so boring, but Severus didn´t have any money to buy her a proper gift, and he couldn´t ask his parents for it.

"Of course I do!" She squealed, taking her pink cap off and replacing it with the green one. "Mum is always giving me Petunia´s old caps and scarves and they are all pink and frilly. I hate them! I can never tell her I want different ones, because she says is silly to spend money on new ones because Petunia´s will suit me just fine. Now I have my own cap and it isn´t pink! Thank you!"

"You really do like it?" Severus insisted, timidly.

"I´m telling you! Look! Don´t I look much better in green than with this awful pink one?"

"You look great, Lily"

"Thank you, Sev!" she threw her arms around his slim shoulders and planted a kiss on his cheek that almost made him loose his balance. Before he could recover from the surprise she began collecting the wrapping papers and folding them neatly to fit into her pocket."Now let´s go?"

"Go where?"he felt dazed.

"Oh, Sev! You´re silly today! Home! So my dad can put the batteries in your Action Man. And I have an idea for this polka dot paper too"

"And what is that?"

"I got a new doll, but I didn´t like her dress. I´ll make her a new one with this!"

"But, Lily...it´s paper!"

"I know. But you can make clothes with paper. I saw it on tv the other day, some fashion designer did it! And dolls don´t move like people, so it won´t rip."

"I thought you didn´t like pink!"

"I don´t like it for me. But my new new doll has brown hair. Pink will look great on her. Let´s go?" She got a hold of his cold hand into her warm one. "Blimey, Sev. Your hands are cold! And why don´t you have a hat on? Your ears are all red!"

"I...forgot."

"Here, wear my new one." She put the green hat on his head "When we get home you can give it back, so I can show mum how much better I look in it. Maybe she´ll stop giving me Tuney´s pink old things! Now let´s go! I have a new spell to show you too!"

She pulled his hand and started to run. It took a while for him to catch up with his ill fitting boots, but eventually he did. It didn´t matter how fast she ran, Severus would always find a way to keep up with her. He´d never let go of her, ever.

[consecrated2christ]

Back there again...

Hello friends!

I sincerely hope you had a restful Christmas and were able to celebrate the New Year with close friends & family.

I happened to get quite sick over the holiday break but perhaps it was much needed with all that went on this year.

I was literally home for about 2 weeks...hadn't gone out but for a few important occassions like my brother's engagement party.

Part of me believes I've been slowly becoming an introvert (gain energy from being alone) after dealing with burnt out and my diagnosis with generalized anxiety. (Since 2016) However I still do get bursts of energy from being with people...maybe the difference is the type. Ie. healthy vs. unhealthy.

Personally, I know we're all broken people but find it's a deal breaker in relationships (romantic and non) to not want to deal with your issues. But I totally understand the initial "putting off" of painful experiences and emotions. I do it too... I just mean being a person who doesn't want to change at all -- the whole "I am who I am" mentality.

Anyway this past Monday, my mom and I wanted to have an outing together. She has a chronic illness and this prevents her from working outside the home and doing normal errands. It's like when your phone battery stops charging completely and you only end up with 30% after a normal charging period. Or in humans terms, sleep. To give some context, my mom started showing symptoms when I was 11. So we've dealt with this as a family for about 15 years now.

Regardless of her illness, I have come to love my special time with mom. I say "come" because my teen years would have said otherwise. Not to say though that I don't love my mom unconditionally...it's more that my raging hormones complicated things. So while my mom had good intentions of wanting to have time alone...it would all depend on my mood.

I will say though that experiencing my mom's illness with her has been a journey to say the least and used to really blame Jesus for it. Anyway another story within itself...

Back to this story. My mom ended up not being well enough to do the errands that we were planning on doing together. This is what I mean by our special dates. Sometimes it may just be as simple as returning an article of clothing and looking for some fabric. My dad ended up going with me after work and was just honestly thankful to get out of the house for my own sanity.

We first drove to Old Navy to return a coat from Christmas for my brother. The sales clerk said she couldn't process the order at the store because it was an online purchase. Back on the road again. Next we headed to a pretty low key mall to look at some fabric that my mom needed for our dining room chairs. As it turns out, the place she had in mind was close by but not where she initially thought. Next we then purchased some Pad Thai for dinner that night at the mall and then headed to our last stop for the day.

So we get there and my mind was overwhelmed with all the fabric inside. I am an artsy person in other ways (makeup, music, etc) but find any kind of crafy store to not be my cup of tea. However I appreciate those blessed with this type of creative mind and skillful hands. My fine motor skills are terrible to say the least. ;)

After we take a couple of pictures of potential colours and specific fabrics for my mom to see. (They didn't offer swatches)

As we head out and continue driving down this street...part of my brain recognizes this area. Now I recalled how I'd been here once or twice with my family for this Polish supermarket and one of my mom's favourtie restaurants. Still...something peaked my interest.

Then it hit me after seeing some specific land markers. I say land markers because I am directionally challenged without my GPS, so had previously defined a place by what it sold.

This is the place where I tried to commit suicide.

I remember like it was yesterday: hopped on the closest bus to my house and just headed south. Then got off at a random stop and went to go pick my poision. Then I drank it with another sugary beverage and walked into these woods. I didn't take any IDs or my cell phone. ((NEVER DO THIS)) All I had what was on my back. I then proceeded to drink the poision and walk into the woods. It wasn't super dark yet but remember how cold it was on my hands.

Kept walking but nothing happened. I drank some more.

Being in one of the darkest places of my mind is where I then headed down the street where this fabric store was on. It was one of those roads that had lots of industrial places and kept going for miles. It was in this moment that I was so angry why this plan hadn't worked. Stubbornly I kept walking. My stomach was growling to the point of no return and felt a bit light headed from not eating for a few hours.

I then came across this coffee shop. I caved and ordered some food.

Looking back, no one on the bus or in the coffee shop knew what had happened. Only God Himself.

Afterwards I saw a familar bus that I knew which headed back into my old neighbourhood. I ended up at a local plaza and called my mom on the pay phone. She then sent my dad to pick me up.

A question that close friends ask me is, did you go back to our childhood neighbourhood because it was a safe place for you? Maybe but it was ultimately God who provided a familar route in the midst of a destructive night.

Now I know what you might be thinking...why are you writing this on the internet? Shouldn't you first talk to a counselor and/or a parent? Yes I've done both and am on medication. (See previous post for more of that story)

Some say it isn't wise to disclose your deepest thoughts on the internet or in the workplace. They might unfairly judge you. Maybe...probably...

But part of me needed to get this off my chest and properly process it outloud. (Where my extrovert habits come in)

I say this with my deepest love and care for you my Tumblr community. Looking back, 10 year old Lizzy had no idea what her thoughts and actions were capable of.

Part of it is genetics. My grandpa who passed away last year deals with depression. So does my mom and brother. Thank the Lord for my mentally sane father!! And of course Heavenly Father.

I was reminded when watching a movie where this kid experiences a messed up childhood that we can't always control the negative things that happen to us. Ultimately it's deeply rooted in our sinful nature and our pride that insits that we have to be in control.

As a Jesus follower, I'm not promised that my life won't be without deep and painful moments. But I am and can hold God to His promises that He is faithful and is putting together those broken pieces of my life. Slowly and in His timing.

So this post is for the doubting Christian and the unbeliever too. We all wrestle with from time to time on if we're truly alone in this world. I can tell you with full assurance that you're never alone. Just like I was when I attempted suicide.

Maybe you have noticed that certain things fall together for your benefit. Like a chaotic day at work or school had moments where it all made a small ounce of sense. That was probably God.

So while there are lots of people who doubt His existence I can reassure you of His work in my life.

Even the demons believe there is a God!

So let me end with that Tumblr. God is not dead.

By Christ's grace, ~Lizzy xoxo

[fly-pow-bye]

Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Blundercup”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Leticia Abreu Silva, John Martinez

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

"Butter makes everything taste better." - Ina Garten

The episode starts with a montage of Buttercup doing radical things. Punching an pig shaped alarm clock to get it to stop! Grinding down the stairway in her Derbytante gear! Making broccoli explode, showing that she hasn’t learned anything since the Brocolloids incident! Punching out that one generic monster guy! Being late for that advanced math class, judging by the background and not the almost entirely different teacher, and breaking a clock in response!

And, finally, kicking a kickball really hard into the sky. So hard, they needed to cover up the impact with a hit flash. In this TV-Y7-FV show, not only can we not see that aforementioned monster getting punched, we can't even see a ball getting hit! I'm sure all the balls in the audience would be happy to not see such wanton violence against their kind.

This was all a montage in an in-universe sense: Buttercup decided to make a video about how she's a great superhero. Who recorded Buttercup doing all of these things? Pineapples. We know it's not Bubbles because she reviews it like an art critic. Blossom isn't as big of a fan of this video.

Blossom spends the entirety of the episode nagging Buttercup on how useless she's being. She reminds Buttercup that she promised to make dinner, and she apparently hasn't made dinner for a whole week. She also tells Buttercup that kickball was the last kickball the school had, so they have to use a empty plastic milk jug instead. She then throws the plastic jug at her head, mostly to prove that it would not give her a dent in the head. Trust me, that's the reason, and it seems rather necessary in this show.

She does get another fan, as we cut to a very buttery person clicking the subscribe button, while laughing evilly. No, this doesn't turn into a "be wary of strangers on the internet" episode, though this scene makes me think it could.

I can't help but notice those recommended videos. Specifically, that one in the middle. Outside of this, this episode rarely uses any outright wacky face gags, even if an ability Buttercup will get later in the episode could allow that. Also, there's a model of a muscular Wonder Woman with a golden helmet. Maybe that's their way to save Wonder Woman from that horrible skimpy clothing she had.

The next day, according to an entirely different narrator that never appears again, Buttercup tries to repeat her performance from yesterday. Unfortunately, as soon as she loses balance and falls off of the guard rail she was grinding on, something is immediately off. She gets hit with the refrigerator door. Worst of all, she walks out of the school, and apparently convinced Blossom to do the same! At least this is supposed to be awkward.

After all of this, Buttercup is worried that she's losing all of her mojo. No points for guessing the joke they do with that line. Bubbles shows up with "scoupons" for free ice cream at Penguin Pete's, but Buttercup denies the offer. I can't help but notice they named that ice cream parlor far more than the school where most of these episodes take place. Shows their priorities. Suddenly, Barry says "look out", and Buttercup wasn't quick enough to avoid it.

She gets hit with an empty milk carton, which the school has to use instead of a kickball because Buttercup hit flashed their last one. Yes, they have to re-remind us about this, but it is helpful if you tuned out Blossom’s nagging. A major difference from the previous scene is that it actually does give her a dent in her forehead. See, that was really the reason, and Buttercup is about to find out why this is.

She walks home, apparently due to flying power getting sapped away, sweating yellow while trying to remind herself that she's awesome. She goes into the bathroom to find out that she's melting from being in the sun too long! See, Buttercup is turning into butter. I can't decide if I hate that idea or tolerate it. Her sorrow at this turn of events gets immediately interrupted by Blossom and Bubbles knocking at the door.

Buttercup: Uh, someone's in here!

Bubbles: I think she's pooping!

Bubbles just has no shame, doesn't she? They ask Buttercup why she's home, as she told them she was going to stay at Penguin Pete's to show off some more. Buttercup did not take that offer for those free scoupons, so she tries to find out what's going on by sneaking out the bathroom window. She apparently had enough flying power to do that. They never do figure out what's going on.

She finds herself chugging an entire tub of ice cream and somehow not getting an ice cream headache. Everyone is cheering her name, nobody knowing that this Buttercup is an impostor, while the buttery Buttercup can just watch as she gets all of the glory.

This faker meets up with the real Buttercup, and calls her "Butterfingers". This is the closest we get to a name for this villain, by the way; this villain isn't in the credits. I could tell it's Natalie Palamides doing the voice, as the body snatcher's voice is just a slightly lower Buttercup's voice. At least that avoids the usual problem with body swap episodes; they just happened to share those vocal cords.

If they swapped bodies, why did Buttercup look like and have the flight ability of the real Buttercup in the morning? Did Butterfingers have to slowly turn into Buttercup, too? The answer to both of those questions is also pineapples. However, Butterfingers does tell Buttercup the story that led up to this possession.

We get to see Butterfingers’ previous form: a normal slacker kid that wants to be a superhero like all the people in the comics! They have superpowers, and, most importantly, they fight giant robots and monsters! They don't just eat ice cream, kick those poor little kickballs, and be late for school, after all.

They cut to these panels while this kid is talking about how cool superheroes are, and I can't help but feel a bit confused. It looks like this superhero guy did all the work beating up that evil Hulk and the giant robot, and then this superheroine just shows up, beats him up, and just heroically stands on top of his buried body. The most charitable explanation is that this is supposed to parallel the Penguin Pete's scene, but it seems more like a misguided "girl power" joke.

Unfortunately, Butterfingers is just an ordinary kid who slacks off all day reading comics. No way will kicking out the bad guys, beating up the monsters, fighting against evil, and rescuing the town be in this person's future.

This all changed when this comic fan was involved in an accident at the County Science Fair of Food! A nuclear-fusion deep fryer exploded, accidentally fusing this person’s DNA with the butter. Finally, superpowers!

One thing that really interests me about this plot is the implication that there are other superheroes around. There are supervillains, even supervillains that have superpowers, but the idea of other superheroes being in the Powerpuff Girls wasn't touched upon that often. Even in the original, there were a few one-episode-wonders like Captain Righteous from Fallen Arches and Major Glory's crossover appearance in Members Only. It's cool to see this idea getting a little more spread out in the reboot. Like butter!

Unfortunately, Butterfingers realizes that these butter abilities aren't very good for fighting giant monsters. Butterfingers constantly gets chased by dogs, people scoff at the existence of this buttery being, and buttery hands ends up being very inconvenient for driving a car. Buttercup does ask whether this person is even old enough to drive. It seems like how these people are supposed to be little kids seems to be an afterthought most of the time, so I am glad that joke exists.

This ends up being a rather interesting jumping point for this "other superhero" plot. The Powerpuff Girls, and even the Reboot Puffs to some extent, have essentially won, if not the Superpower Lottery, then the Superpower $5,000 and a Free Spin. Now we see a superhero who feels like they got the Superpower Whammy, and the envy is what drives this villain's act of villainy.

Wallowing in sorrow, this butter-being looks up videos on this episode's YouTube equivalent. They were never really consistent about it; a certain episode even had the website call itself Me2Tube and TvTV in the same shot. There’s a possibility that this was meant to a reference to former short video website Vine, which probably still existed. though this "SuperCut" is way too long to be one.

Apparently finding out where the Powerpuff Girls live from the SuperCut video, this creepy butter person sneaks into the Powerpuff home and uses the "butter fusion" powers that this person happened to know about. Switching bodies is not exactly fusion, but whatever.

If this kid can take over other people's bodies, why didn't "just use the ability to take over other people's bodies like The Thing or Mario from Mario Odyssey" come to mind? This may be a subtle hint that this villain isn't very creative, which is actually something that comes up in this episode.

Butterfingers, the one that possessed Buttercup's body, decides to melt Buttercup with eye lasers, causing her to go into the sewers.

Butterfingers: Butter luck next time! Hahahahaha!

Butterfingers even absorbed her ability to make bad puns!

Butterfingers does a SuperCut video to show off the awesome might of the new body. There’s definitely a contrast between this scene and the real Buttercup’s video from the beginning. Unlike Buttercup’s, which features her doing ordinary rascal things, some of which involving superpowers, Butterfinger’s idea is to just have violence against a bunch of giant monsters. That’s what superheroes are all about to this former butter-person’s mind. Apparently, Butterfingers never needed any help from the other two, because neither Blossom nor Bubbles talks about how they were there.

They do, however, protest about something else. Blossom is just as impressed as the last time someone with a green dress shown her a video, and even Bubbles decides this video was a step down from the previous one. Bubbles even gets to do her usual thing by yelling at Butterfingers to get in the kitchen. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't word it like that. Unlike the last episode, the problems do not get solved by a tantrum.

Blossom and Bubbles don’t get to do much, but they don’t really get in the way, either. We just get occasional jokes about how Bubbles is starving. If the girls are waiting for Buttercup to make them a salad, why is Blossom not starving too? Much like randomly using a word to describe nonsense, it's probably just bad writing.

Butterfingers isn't too happy about this, needless to say. The villain even complains about how none of this has anything to do with punching giant monsters in the face. I wonder if this is a jab at people complaining about how PPG 2016 isn't as violent as if it's the only problem with the show. You know, aside from all the pineapples.

Eventually, Buttercup, the one that was turned into butter, shows up, persumably coming from the sewers. Got to say; I wish we could have saw that adventure. Maybe she met a rat who taught her everything to do with the way of the Bataa. Paula Deen-Jutsu? I don't know.

Because she’s a more experienced superhero, she’s able to learn to use the Butterfinger’s abilities far better than this slacker did. This shows that even butter abilities can be useful with enough practice. Maybe the toughest fighter doesn't need a reason to be as cool as she is, especially when she's fighting against someone who is clearly a slacker that wanted to be superpowerful.

Butterfingers ends up begging Buttercup for mercy. In a twist of fate, Butterfingers learns that with hard work and patience, anyone can achieve their goals. Butterfingers gives back Buttercup her body, and then goes off and fights crime in some other city, learning new techniques along the way. And then Scrooge McDuck shows up to tell Butterfingers to get off of his lawn.

If you haven't guessed yet, I was joking. As Buttercup accepts this mercy, Butterfingers tries to backstab her by melting her again. Buttercup then reforms, missing an opportunity to reference Watchmen, and then envelops Butterfingers with that same "butter fusion" power. It is left entirely in our imagination to what happened next; we never see Butterfingers again.

Also, there's the implication that Butterfingers apparently smothered Buttercup while she was sleeping, if this is the way the fusion power works. Maybe this person is beyond redemption anyway.

What we do know is that Buttercup ends up getting her body back from that. She explains everything that happened, and Blossom tells her none of that matters. Blossom gives up on Buttercup ever following her promises, and decides to order a pizza for the dying Bubbles. The end.

Does the title fit?

They had the perfect pun, and they decided not to use it. Maybe they wanted it keep the butter twist a surprise, as the TV Guide description doesn’t say this is an episode about Buttercup turning into butter...but that’s ruined by the title card being a stick of butter. Also, the Amazon description spoiled it, too.

How does it stack up?

This episode’s idea should have lead to one of the worst episodes ever, but I honestly think this ended up being one of the better ones. Interesting execution, and a moral I could stand behind. Even the way they barely use the other two means that there's no scenes that are a waste of time in this episode.

I could still find problems, though. The way they handled the villain in the end seems really lazy; it would have been cool to see Buttercup teach this kid said moral. Then again, that's expecting way too much out of this show. Despite that, I can't help but like this episode a little more than usual. Maybe you disagree, maybe you don't.

Next, I'm going to push this rock up the hill once again.

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