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Wednesdays

Summary: Wednesdays are Janus Picani's busiest day. Between meetings, snack day, soccer practice, and art club, he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off. This Wednesday, however, is sure to change the lives of the Picani family forever. Jan's sure they can handle it though.

Ships: Platonic Moceit, thvi

A/N: I've been rewatching the old Reba sitcom from the 2000s and I'd forgotten just how good it was. Good enough that I wanted to write an au for it. Thank you so much to @amazon-me-bitches and my lovely qpp @forever-forgotten-angel for beta reading this and helping me to work out the kinks with the plot. As always, leave a comment if you like this. Enjoy!

For most people, Mondays were their busiest day. It made sense; returning to the workweek, school, etc. For Janus Picani, however, the title of busiest day went to Wednesday. His firm always had partner meetings, they were Emile’s day to bring class snacks, Remy had soccer, and Virgil had art club. On top of that, Jan’s therapy sessions were Wednesdays, which meant he had to make sure all of his work was done 15 minutes early so he could get to his appointment on time. Safe to say, to say Wednesdays weren’t exactly his favorite day.

“Emile! Get down here! You don’t want to be late for school!”, He called upstairs as he finished making breakfast sandwiches. Virgil stood across from him, packing lunches for his brothers.

“He probably can’t find his backpack. He left it down here after he finished his homework.”

Janus sighed, “This wouldn’t be a problem if he just left his backpack down here every night. Remy go get your brother and tell him his backpack is down here.”, the young boy got up, rolling his eyes and Jan had to bite back a sigh. Remy had always been his sassiest child.

“Why can’t Virgil do it?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at him, “Because I’m making lunch, I can go get him if you want to make your own sandwich ?”, Remys shook his head and ran upstairs, Virgil chuckling at the sight.

Janus finished plating breakfast and turned to thank Virgil, frowning when he saw that Virgil had only made two lunches. He looked pointedly at his son, “You’re not eating?”, he asked.

Virgil shrugged, “I’m gonna get lunch at school today. They’re having burritos.”, Janus nodded. As long as he was eating. Patton came downstairs before he could reply, Remy and Emile in tow.

“I found these two trying to play on the Switch.”, Emile and Remy sat down, guilty little grins on their faces that told Jan that they didn’t regret it, “Good thing I went to check on them.” “Good thing indeed.” He handed Pat a plate, pouting a cup of coffee for his husband? Ex? Janus wasn’t sure what to call the man he’d been married to for 20 years, separated from, hadn’t divorced, and who still lived in the house with. Regardless he poured him a cup of coffee, “Ok so you’re taking Emile and Remy to school and I’ll take Virgil. I’ll pick up Remy and you pick up Emile and-” “-and I’m catching a ride home with Thomas after theater. I’m working on the sets for Little shop today.”, Virgil piped up and Jan had to hold back a grimace at the mention of his boyfriend. He like Thomas, he really did. In terms of high school boyfriends, Thomas had been nothing but a gentleman. But the thought of his son dating still upset Janus deep down; according to his therapist, he was grappling with the thought of his baby growing up.

“Ok.”, he replied, keeping his thoughts to himself. It wouldn’t do any good to speak them when they were his problem to deal with, “I’ll pick up takeout on the way home.”

“Jan? I was wondering if you’d want to come to the restaurant today for lunch?”, He turned to look at Patton. Based on the tone in his voice Janus knew that this wasn’t just a friendly invitation to taste a new menu item. He sighed: he’d been planning to work through his lunch today so he could get out on time.

Regardless, this seemed serious, “Ok. I’ll be there at noon.”, he promised. He quickly finished his breakfast and looked over to Virgil, “Ready to go?”, he asked. He nodded and finished pouring his iced coffee and they were off.

The ride to Virgil’s school was as quick as always. Music played lowly on the radio, lowly on the radio and Janus hummed along. It would be peaceful if not for the fact that Virgil kept fidgeting and staring out the window. Something was up, “Ok. Something’s wrong. Spill.” Virgil turned to look at him, “What? Nothing’s wrong.”, He straightened his face, trying to appear calm. Janus didn’t buy it for a second, “I’m fine.” “Virgil James Picani. I have known you since you were born. I have held you for night after night. I know you inside out. And I know when you’re lying to me. What’s wrong? Is someone bothering you?” Virgil shook his head. “No. It’s just that Mr.Prince, the drama teacher, wants me to be Seymore’s understudy. And I know the chances of me going on stage are rare but I don’t want to take that chance. And I don’t know how to tell him without letting him down.” “Baby bat, just tell him the truth. I’m sure he’ll understand.”, Virgil nodded. The issue seemed to be solved, yet Janus had a feeling that there was something else wrong. But before he could ask any more, they’d arrived and Virgil was getting out. “Love you, Dad! I’ll see you after school!”, Janus shook his head, trying to keep his concerns down. He’d ask Virgil after school. It was fine.

Being a lawyer certainly had its perks; financial security being a prime example. Meetings running long weren’t that though. Janus sighed as he rushed into Pat’s. The warm lighting and delicious smells greeting him. Even if he’d preferred to work through his lunch, Janus couldn’t deny that the thought of Patton’s cooking made his mouth water. There was a reason people came from near and far to this place.

Speaking of Patton, Janus spotted the bespectacled man sitting in their usual booth, a bottle of wine waiting there. He smiled at the thought and sat down, “I thought you weren’t a fan of day drinking?”, he quipped. Pat rarely drank at all, but especially not during the day. “I’m not but I know you don’t mind a glass of wine at lunch.”, Pat poured him a glass, “Salmon or duck?” “Salmon.”, Janus answered. Patton made a delicious pan-seared salmon with risotto and kale salad. It was delicious and sounded lovely right now. Patton nodded and ordered that for him and glazed crispy duck for himself. “So.”, he began as he buttered a roll, “What did you want to discuss?” “Who says I have something to discuss? Maybe I just wanted to have lunch with you?”, He was stalling obviously. Trying to get time to steel his nerves.

Janus raised an eyebrow at him, “You and I know very well that Wednesday is our busy day. If you wanted to just have lunch you would have asked on another day. Therefore this is something important that you don’t want to talk about in front of the kids. So what do you want to discuss?” Patton sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Whatever he wanted to talk about was weighing heavily on his mind. After some time he finally spoke, “I want to finalize our divorce.”, he spoke quickly, like he wanted to get the words out of his mouth as fast as he could.

Janus nodded; he supposed it made sense. They had been separated for over a year now, they slept in separate bedrooms, and they hadn’t had sex since long before they separated. While they still cared for each other, the love they once shared was long gone. The only reason they were still married was the cost of getting a divorce. Considering they’d spent 20 dollars on a courthouse wedding neither had been too happy to shill out thousands of dollars to end their marriage.

The question was why now, and why couldn’t he say it in front of the kids. They’d sat them down months ago and explained that while they loved each other and would always be a family, they weren’t in love anymore. Virgil had taken in the best; being the oldest, he’d seen the signs for a while now. He’d taken it upon himself to comfort his younger brothers. Remy tried to pretend that he was fine, but both Janus and Patton knew better. He’d taken the thought of his family splitting up harder than he was showing. They’d both spoken to him about it, reassuring him that they’d always be a family. And they’d started having family activities every Saturday. Emile had taken it the hardest. The six-year-old didn’t truly understand what was going on. They were still having conversations explaining what it meant. Janus had even begun researching child psychologists at the recommendation of his therapist.

“Ok.”, He spoke, “Why now though? I thought we’d agreed that divorces are too expensive…. You met someone.”, the realization hit Janus like a ton of bricks. Everything made sense. Pat would feel guilty about pursuing someone else while married, even if they were separated. And he wouldn’t want to talk about this in front of the kids until he knew for sure that it was serious.

Patton nodded, “I did.”

“Well, tell me about him. I care about you regardless of our marital status. And I want to know about the person you’ll be bringing around our kids.”

“Ok. His name is Logan and I met him a few weeks ago. He came in here for dinner and he’s just the cutest. He got so excited when he found out we use crofters in our thumbprint cookies and our victoria sponge.” Patton smiled fondly at the thought, “We’ve been on a few dates and… It’s not just a fling. I can see a future with him, Jan.”

Jan took a sip of wine, “Ok. I’ll ask around for good lawyers when I get back.”,

Patton squealed and hugged him, “Thank you so much Jan. Maybe I could invite him over for dinner sometime. That way you could meet him and I could introduce him to the kids.”, Their food came at that moment, which meant Patton had to stop hugging him. Janus was thankful; he’d never been the type for hugging. Except with his kids.

“Ok. But you have to tell them about the divorce first. Deal?” “Deal.”

Virgil was generally considered a good kid by his peers and teachers. Quiet perhaps, but overall a good kid. He didn’t break rules, got good grades, and overall kept to himself. The one anomaly about him was that he was dating Thomas sanders, or rather that Thomas Sanders was dating him. Thomas was a bright and outgoing person; if this was a 2000s sitcom, he might have been considered popular. Not only that, but he had a fairly popular youtube channel where he did skits, challenges, and more. Virgil barely even had social media. They were a couple regardless, and Virgil was known as a good kid.

He didn’t feel like a good kid as he watched the Chipotle employee make his bowl. He’d signed himself out of school early along with Thomas, and now they were getting lunch. The thought of skipping school kept buzzing around his head, even though he’d gotten all of his assignments from the classes he’d be missing. Besides he had bigger problems to worry about.

He sat down beside his boyfriend and took a bite of his food, “What am I going to do?” He asked in a small voice, fear lacing his tone. Thomas reached across the booth and squeezed his hand.

Hey,”, Thomas whispered, his voice soft and reassuring, “It’ll be ok. I’ll be right here no matter what.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”, Thomas squeezed his hand, “Now really eat, you skipped lunch yesterday.”, Virgil nodded and the rest of lunch passed silence. The pair simply enjoying their food together. Virgil grinned and poured queso onto his bowl and smiled at his boyfriend.

“You’re so cute.”, he whispered. Thomas blushed at the compliment and Virgil considered it a win. Sooner enough they were done with their meal. Virgil stood up and gathered their trash, “I’m gonna go the bathroom.” “Ok”, Thomas nodded, “I love you no matter what.”. Virgil smiled and went to the bathroom, anxiety twisting his stomach in knots.

Janus sighed as he drove home. Patton had messaged him earlier that he was making dinner and Jan didn’t have to pick up any takeout. Of course, that made Jan’s life easier, but it also meant that they were going to talk over the divorce with the kids. Great. He peered at Remy in the backseat, sipping his chocolate milk without a care in the world. God sometimes Jan wished he were a child still. Childhood was so much easier, “I think your Dad is making dinner tonight.” Remy looked at him, “I thought we were going to pick up takeout?” “He messaged me saying that I don’t need to pick up any food.”, Remy nodded and smiled before looking back out the window. Janus understood: Patton was an amazing cook. Hopefully, they’d all be able to eat after this. God, how would Remy react? He’d already taken the separation hard. And Emile, he barely understood what divorce was. And Virgil, the oldest, the one who buried his feelings the most. He probably wouldn’t want to talk about it and would bury his feelings to help his brothers.

They pulled into the garage, Remy grabbing his stuff and running inside, “Take off your shoes and change before you get mud all over the house.’, he called after him. Janus took his time collecting his things. ‘Just go in. Better to get it over with.’, his thoughts raced around his head like an angry swarm of bees. He took a deep breath and walked inside.

The smell of garlic and tomatoes washed over his sense, Patton was making Italian food. He took a deep breath, enjoying the smells. Patton stood next to the counter, buttering a long baguette for garlic bread. He looked up and gave a reassuring smile, but Janus could see the nervousness in his eye, at least he wasn’t alone in the feeling, “Hey.” He greeted, “The lasagna is almost done and I’m making garlic bread right now. There’s stuff for caesar salad in the fridge if you want to help out.”

Janus nodded and took off his jacket before washing his hands and making said salad, “Where’s Emile and Virgil?”, he asked, praying that he sounded casual. The salad offered a great distraction from his thoughts, greeting parmesan meant he didn’t have to focus on this upcoming family discussion.

“Virgil is helping Emile with his homework. He’s learning addition.”, Patton supplied as he put the bread on a tray, placing it in the oven. “There are brownies in the fridge. I figured we could make sundaes. Hopefully, it’ll make the conversation easier.”, Janus nodded. Remy and Emile might not realize it but Virgil would know something was up. Pat rarely made dessert on weekdays.

Soon enough dinner was done and all five of them were sitting around the table. Virgil still looked anxious and Janus wanted to bang his head off the table. There was no way he’d be able to ask what was wrong after this conversation. Why did this have to happen tonight?

Patton smiled, “So how was school guys?”, ‘Subtle Pat, subtle. Why don’t you just hang a banner above our heads that says We’re getting divorced’. Janus took a large sip of wine so his thoughts would stay in his head.

“Ok,” Remy spoke up. “But I keep getting headaches during the day. The lights in the class are too bright.”, This had been going on for a while now. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom seemed to give Remy migraines, and his teacher wasn’t budging on letting him wear sunglasses to prevent it.

“I’ll talk to your teacher in the morning.”

“My day was good Daddy.”, Emile grinned, “We learned about ecosystems.”, Janus smiled. Emile was so young and innocent.

“Virgil?”, The teenager in question looked up from where he’d been staring off into space. He took a quick bit of lasagna before speaking.

“It was fine.”

He was lying. Something was wrong and Virgil was trying to act like he was ok. Janus wanted to ask more questions, to figure out what was bothering his son. It wouldn’t work though. Virgil guarded his privacy with his life. Prying would only make him more tight-lipped. Janus just had to wait for Virgil to come to him with what was wrong, and in the meantime, hope that it wasn’t serious.

Besides, even if Janus thought it was a good idea to ask, there were other things at hand. Patton nodded to him and he knew it was time. “Your father and I have some news.”. Patton began. Janus held back a groan.

“Are we going to Disney World?”, Emile was practically bouncing in his seat at the thought of such a trip.

“No.”, Janus made a mental note to talk to Patton about a family vacation. Maybe it would help reassure Remy and Emile that they were all still a family. “It’s not that. You all know that we’re always going to be a family right? No matter what happens we’ll always be together.”, Virgil was ghostly pale and Remy had his fists clenched. He didn’t even have to say it. They knew.

His middle son jumped up, “No.” He was tearing up, “You promised.”

“Remy..”

“No! You said we’d always be together.”, Tears began running down his face. A knot formed in Janus’ throat. Why did they have to do this?

“And we will. No matter what.”, Patton tried to soothe. It was met on deaf ears.

“No, we won’t! That’s what they all say! They say nothing will change but it does. Next thing you know, you’re in different houses and splitting custody and no one will want me. And then I’ll be back in foster care.”

“Remy that won’t happen. We love you.”, Janus wanted to take his son in his arms. Wanted to hold all of his children and promise them that they still loved them all, and the divorce wouldn’t change that. But Remy ran upstairs, the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut echoing through the house.

“What’s going on?”, Emile’s face was contorted, confusion visible. Of course, he wouldn’t fully understand what was going on. The six-year-old had barely understood the separation.

Patton sighed and knelt down next to him, “Your father and I are finalizing our divorce. We won’t be married anymore.” Emile blinked.

“Why? I thought you weren’t getting one?” Patton sighed, “Things have changed.”, Emile blinked at him. This was going wrong. It was too soon. They should have eased them into this idea. Shouldn’t have sprung it on them like this.

Understanding bloomed in Emile’s face. His next words were a whisper, so quiet that Janus almost didn’t hear them. But he did, and it felt like getting hit by a truck. “Are you divorcing cause Virgil’s pregnant?” “EMILE!”, Virgil shrieked. Janus felt like he was watching this from above like it was a tv show playing out in front of him, and not his life. He looked next to him. Patton appeared to be in a similar situation.

“It’s the truth.”

Finally, Janus found himself able to speak. There were a million questions inside of him longing to get out, but all he could say was, “What?”

Luckily Patton was able to voice one of his questions, “Virgil, is this true?”. Virgil refused to make eye contact with either of them and Janus knew it was. His eldest child looked almost ashamed, shoulders tense and body hunched over.

“Virgil…”, He started, but he was upstairs before Janus could continue. Janus shut his eyes. Amazing. One of his kids was pregnant at 17 and another thought he was going to be sent back to foster care. His head met the table with a groan. Patton rubbed his shoulder.

Emile still stood in front of them, “Am I in trouble?”, he asked, voice shaking. Janus leaned forward and picked him up. He bounced Emile on his hip, stroking his back.

“No baby.”, He ruffled his hair and booped his nose. “You aren’t in trouble ok. Everything is just kinda stressful right now. But none of that is your fault, ok?” Emile nodded and buried his face into Jan’s chest. Patton joined the hug, stroking Emile’s back and humming softly. They sat there in this position for about 10 minutes before Janus pulled away, gave Emile a kiss on the forehead, “We love all of you so much and the divorce won’t change that ok?”

He nodded and Janus stood up, “I’m going to go talk to Remy, he might be easier to get to open up than Virgil right now.”, He handed Emile to Pat, who bounced him on his hip.

“Ok. I’ll make a pot of hot cocoa to take up. Hopefully, it’ll get him to open up.”, Janus nodded in thanks and made his way upstairs.

Remy’s room was as dark as ever, the twelve-year-old liked to leave the lights in his room dimmed. Janus peaked his head in, seeing him laying on his bed, face buried into his pillows. “Remy?”, He called out. The child in question didn’t respond but Janus knew he was awake, “Can I come in?”

There was silence for a moment and Janus thought about what he would do if Remy said no. He wanted to respect his privacy, but at the time this was a conversation that needed to happen. Remy thought he was going to be sent back to foster care and Janus couldn’t let him just think that. Luckily Remy soon answered, “Yes…”

He walked in slowly, eyes trained on his son. His son who was terrified that he was going to be sent away. He swallowed, “Remy you aren’t going to be sent back to foster care. I promise that.”

Remy sniffled and his heart broke for his middle child, “That’s what they said last time. They said they loved me and I’d never be sent away again. And then they said they were getting a divorce and it wasn’t a good time for them to adopt a kid.”

Janus sighed and began stroking his hair, “And I’m promising that no matter what we’re not sending you back there. We love you. You’re our son, our wonderful son who we love so much. The divorce is between your father and me. And I won’t lie and say that it won’t affect you or that nothing will change, because things will change. A lot of things will change. But the love that your father and I have for the three of you? That will never change. It’ll never fade or go away. And we’re never sending you back.” He smiled slightly and joked, “Besides we threw away the receipt. No returns.”

Remy giggled and Janus knew he’d been successful in cheering him up. Remy sat up and hugged him tightly, tears still flowing freely, “I love you both. This is my home, my family. I don’t want to lose you.” “I know baby, I know. What does Stitch say?”, He hoped that a reference to Remy’s favorite movie would lighten the mood even more.

Remy sighed, “Ohana means family.” “And?”

“Family is never left behind or forgotten.”

Janus nodded and kissed his head, “And you’re our ohana. And we hope to yours. We’re here for as long as you want us.”, Remy smiled and Janus knew that even if it took some time, everything would be ok with him. He sat up. “Patton should be up here in a few minutes with cocoa and I’m sure he’ll want to talk to you. So I’ll sit here with you until he gets up here and then I’ll give you your privacy. Ok? Besides I need to talk to your older brother.”

Remy nodded, “Is Virgil ok?”

Janus sighed, “I don’t know. But I intend to find out.”. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Patton peaked his head in. He held a tray with four mugs of cocoa topped with whipped cream. Next to them sat a plate with brownies.

“Can I come in? I brought cocoa.” He smiled encouragingly. Remy nodded and sat up off of Janus’s chest. Patton came in, taking two of the mugs and some of the brownies. “The rest are for you and Virgil.”

“Where’s Emile?”

“In his room with a covered mug and a brownie watching Aladdin. He’ll be ok.”, Janus nodded and took the tray before leaving.

Janus stood outside of Virgil’s room, trying to figure out what to say. What did you say when your teenage son was pregnant? Most parents were worried about their sons getting someone pregnant, not their sons being pregnant. Then again, not everyone had a trans son. He sighed and knocked, “Virgil? Can I come in?”

Unlike Remy, who took his time answering, Virgil’s reply was almost immediate, “I don’t want to talk, Dad.”, Janus sighed. Goddammit. This is exactly what he was fearing. He couldn’t just leave his son alone right now. His pregnant son at that. Virgil was pregnant. He groaned.

“Baby bat, please. We need to talk about this.”

“I don’t want to talk.” “I have Pat’s hot chocolate and brownies.”

There was a pause. Then he spoke, “The door’s open.”, Janus opened the door slowly. Virgil sat in the middle of the bed, knees tucked against his chest. Tears ran down his face in inky black trails. Janus’ heart ached for him. He looked at Janus and sniffled, “Go on. Yell at me about what a horrible mistake I made.” His heart lept into his throat. Janus remembered having a similar conversation with his sister 18 years ago. How she was pregnant and her boyfriend ran off on her. Janus hadn’t known then how his life was going to change forever. And now his son was pregnant.

“I’m not here to yell at you V.”, He sat next to him, handing Virgil the mug of cocoa. He took a sip of his own, “How long have you known?” Virgil shrugged, “I only found out today. But I suspected it when Dad mentioned that one of the waitresses at the restaurant was pregnant. I’m about a month along.” Janus nodded, “Does Thomas know?”, he was met with a nod. “And what does he think?”, more memories of his sister rushed to the surface. His sister saying that her boyfriend had ran out of town when she found out that was pregnant. That he took the rent money and she’d been evicted. He was brought out of his memories by Virgil’s next words.

“He says he loves me still. And he supports me no matter what I choose.”, Well that was good. Janus didn’t know what he would have done if Thomas had abandoned Virgil. It would have been unpleasant that’s for sure. Now for the hardest question.

“You have options; you don’t have to keep the baby if you don’t want to. Do you have an idea of what you want to do?”, Virgil looked up at him and Janus once again was overcome with memories of his sister. Adelaide saying that she didn’t know what she was going to do but she was keeping her baby. He and Pat letting her move in. Recording home movies for the baby. Rushing her to the hospital while she screamed in pain in his backseat. The doctor saying that she lost too much blood. Holding Virgil in his arms.

“I want to keep the baby.”, there it was. The thing that Janus had known deep down that Virgil would say from the moment he found out about the pregnancy, “I know I have options and I know I’m young and this probably seems stupid but I want this baby. I just... You took a chance on me when mom died. You and Dad weren’t looking for a kid when I was born but you took me in anyway. You took a chance on me. And I’m taking a chance on this baby.”

Janus sighed, “You’re just like your mother you know that. Just as stubborn and just as loving. And you know what? She was just as determined to have you, even if it wasn’t the best time. And I’m going to tell you the same thing I told her.”, He hugged Virgil close, “I love you so much. And if you want this baby then your dad and I will support you no matter what ok? We’ll help you out. I promise.”

Virgil smiled at him, “Really?”

Janus nodded, “Really really. Now I think you should invite Thomas over tomorrow. I want to talk to him.”. Seeing the look on Virgil’s face he added, “I’ll go easy on him. I just want to know he’ll be a good dad for my grandchild. And you two need to tell his parents.”

Virgil nodded and there was a knock at the door, “Come in.”

It was Patton, “Hey. Emile and Remy are both asleep. How is everything?”

“Well Pat, we’re going to be grandfathers.”

Patton smiled and sat down next to them both, “I see. And everything is ok?” Virgil nodded, “Yeah. Everything will work itself out.”, And at that moment Janus knew it to be true.

A/N: Unlike some of my other works, this one is going to be a series of one-shots. I think I'll be able to handle that better than chapter fic. It'll also feel more like episodes of a sitcom. I really like the feel to this and I'm open to prompts.

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spiritualnightmoon · 3 years

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Psychotic: Part 1

“Mom!”Young William Grossman exclaimed as he desperately opened the door of the apartment, looking around with great concern. It did not take long to feel a completely metallic smell in the environment, causing his skin to crawl when he noticed that the floor was full of blood, which formed a somewhat disproportionate path to the kitchen that was with the door closed.

>> Please ... God, please let her not have fallen into his clutches ... << He thought as he swallowed a bit of saliva and a cold sweat showed on his forehead.

In complete silence, he took out the knife he had decided to carry since that madness had started, from his pocket had a rather shaky pulse, beginning to walk stealthily.

His heart was pounding, was that last video by that "The Crooked Man" really true? He had not seen more than the clown approaching his beloved mother from behind with a small wooden mallet with black white stripes, noticing that it was bloody which, sure because that he had smashed it on the heads of several people, ending with the black screen and a few blank words that said, "It's time for the weasel to stop running, Will."

With great care, when he reached the door, he supported his ear in silence to listen to some movement related to the clown, since somehow, he managed to learn certain things that he did and at what moment he moved to catch him, but he never expected what would listen.

There was a muffled moan, to be more specific, a feminine moan but that carried pain, so without having a cold mind he kicked the door open to find a rather bizarre scene: his mother was tied tightly to an old chair made of oak as well as a gag that was beginning to bruise him due to the pressure with which they had put it, in addition to showing that his lower lip had been broken due to a slap. His blond hair that was always neatly arranged was dirty and stained with blood from the blow that the threat had given him, his garments were torn on his arms, legs, and stomach with their respective cuts in the skin. On the table were the inert bodies of the two canaries that she had cared for years, having their sockets empty and their tongues stretched out as far as possible from their beaks, as well as how they had taken the time to screw all their organs as if were the hats that the sultans used to wear on their little heads.

On the left side of the chair where his mother was, there was said clown with a sharp smile from ear to ear, as if it were a child who was showing his father some forms of plasticine that he had made in school in art hour. His white eyes were fixed on the blue orbs of the young adult, while his crooked index finger played dangerously with the woman's chin, noting that with the long nails that it had, he had made the cuts in her body without problems.

"Oh, finally the little weasel has approached the monkey who wanted to have fun ... Although, well, the monkey had to take it out on mother weasel for not being able to socialize with her baby." something funny, as if what was happening was just an innocent game. Seeing that the young blue-eyed man was raising the razor, he gave a loud laugh that made both victims tremble a bit before a muffled scream was heard from his mother as his hair was pulled back, giving him a better view of his neck to the young man, that if he did something, his hand would not shake to open his throat as if he were a fish. "After all, we don't want this beautiful evening to be ruined due to one of my fingers acting like a can opener for her neck, do we?"

"P-Please ... L-Leave her alone, you're not interested in her. ”He barely managed to say, lowering the knife a little, having his eyes teary because his mother's life was on his hands, and it all depended on how he handled the matter with this one.

"You're right, this bitch is not of my interest, but yours. You know? It has cost me a lot to be able to make you stay and listen to my words, even when I tried to be as "diplomatic" as possible but you always ran away when you saw me approach you. I don't understand why humans only pay attention to one when there is something of value that is at risk." form his other hand relax the grip of the hair and pat her on the head, implying that if he cooperated, he would too.

"W-Why? ... What do you want from me ?!" He managed to say while raising his voice more and more, due to the frustration of various factors, which were filling his patience with the lack of sleep.

"Tch, tch, little Grossman ... You lower the tone of your voice because otherwise, I'll make her raise hers." He said showing an angry smile, while slowly pulling the woman's hair back to the point that it seemed to be removing your scalp little by little, being something that was shown in the moans of pain on her part. After a few moments, he let go of her completely to rest one of his elbows on her head and smile a bit calmer.— As for the other, what I want from you is a little bit of your time since I must tell you something very important..."

"S-Something very important? ... W-What is it? ..." He asked while keeping the dagger with the edge down, trembling slightly since if he had done such things to those poor canaries, if he did getting angry could do much worse to the hostage.

"Well ... have you ever wondered where your father went, kid?"

"I-I only know that he left, leaving my mother alone and ..." He managed to say before starting to hear the aberration of laughter and a blow on the table, causing the carcasses of the birds to jump slightly, leaving them the "hat" made from your intestines.

"Ahh ... Really, angry women are snakes ... They simply let themselves be carried away by their stupid emotions ..." Said the clown as he took one of the aforementioned cheeks to squeeze it as if it were a little girl. Your father, Thomas, was a great man, Will. He had to abandon them due to a great family secret, which goes from Grossman to Grossman, something that unfortunately the children of this offspring do not have to be part of until they are of age. deep way, noticing something serious, no longer than mocking way with which one used to see and hear.

"W-What do you mean? ..." He asked again as his eyes became more and more watery. What did her absent father have to do with a being of that scale? The only thing he knew from his mother's mouth is that he was a man who had some anxiety as well as psychosis and, therefore, had to go to a psychiatrist for a long time.

"Well, it's a long story so you should take a seat," he said before snapping his fingers and making one of the chairs creep up to the boy, who still didn't trust any of them being actions. He just shrugged, then looked back at him. “This goes back two centuries, to be specific, to the year 1800, a London on Christmas Eve. Your great-great-great-grandfather, Isaac Lee Grossman was a very unfortunate child, his family had been poor for several generations since all men ended up being shitty alcoholics, in addition to being abusers with their wives and children, and in this case, not was the exception. Because he had to work as a newspaper boy or shoe shiner, he couldn't have friends because of not having time, so while his father was beating his mother, between his sheets he asked the angels to They conceived someone with whom he could have a break ... "He replied before having a somewhat lost look as he caressed the woman's head a little, as if he remembered something profound" ... And they created me.

Will looked at him roughly, for although there were things that were considered bizarre today, the clown completely surpassed them: his sharp teeth, his careless hands, his unfriendly voice, and his white eyes made anyone would mistrust him. Noticing his gaze, he laughed lightly.

"Don't think I always looked like this, kid. I was more colorful and much less son of a bitch. Continuing with the story that brings us together today, we were both very close, and one of my many skills was that I could adapt and develop to his mood swings as a personality. It was three beautiful months of fun until his father started to get more violent than normal, so his mother decided to take him to the orphanage in the hope that he would have a better life. He couldn't take me, so he promised that when I was old enough, he would come home even if he had been adopted, so he asked me to get into the music box the angels had kept me with. Obeying his words, I got into that little place and faithfully waited for 13 years, until in the end the inevitable happened: in one of the fits of rage, the bastard of his father ended up killing your grandfather's mother, causing that the policemen sentenced him to hang, leaving the house completely alone since no one was interested in the place because of its poor condition and that it was not a place to do anything either, besides being the poorest area of London. I was completely alone for a few days until I heard someone enter the place, being an adult Isaac, but like my colors, his soul had lost its essence because he had lost the woman he loved, falling into it. vice that her father and trying to forget her, was with other women until ... One day, a young woman with golden hair like the sun and a smile that melted any man's heart arrived at the place, helping him up the rustic stairs to the bedroom. They both started chatting and even though he was drunk, it was quite nice until a kiss was present. Although I did not know what the hell he was doing at the time, it caught my attention as he progressed from caressing her cheek to descending to her legs under her salmon-colored dress, but the girl refused even though this he insisted carefully, to the point that her patience ran out, giving him a strong slap and ..." He said while showing anxiety of happiness, making a morbid smile.

"S-So what? ... W-What happened? ..." He managed to ask while swallowing some saliva. From what he sensed, his ancestor could have committed a sexual crime.

"... He turned her body into a beautiful human chair ... Her soft skin was the padding, her bones were the base of the chair, and her fucking skull was the decoration for the top. That took several hours, in addition to certain parts of the chair, the skin was hanging a bit, but it was a beautiful work of art. ”He answered licking his sharp teeth as if that had been something so exquisite to see as a banquet. Mother and son closed their eyes in disgust at having imagined the shape of the poor girl's body, he finished. "I had never been exposed to such violence, but it was something that stimulated both of us and made Isaac know how to regain consciousness. his shattered life, beginning to massacre all his enemies as well as his children, giving them a slow death. One day, finally on the shelf where my music box was sheltered, it had fallen due to rotting wood due to humidity. Your grandfather went up again to where was his old room to look at the cause of the noise, coming across my discolored box after so much time, and out of nostalgia, he began to move the handle ... When I left it after the song "Pop ! Goes The Weasel "reached his climax, he was just as surprised as when we first met, only this time he was intimidated by my new look."

"A-And what did you do when you saw that I was afraid of you? ..."The blue-eyed asked again, keeping the dagger glued to his leg in case it were to pounce. Something inside said that at any moment he would do something to her since his expression was a mixture of seriousness and some anger with a hint of meditation on what he would say.

"I must admit I was very infuriated by the fact that he thought it was just a figment of his imagination, but ... you know? He was the person I loved the most, so I tried as much as possible that anger did not dominate me, to start a loooong conversation like in the old days. ”He answered giving a melancholic smile, showing a certain warmth that he had not shown before but that in a few seconds he disappeared to continue. "From that day on, I continued with the mission of my existence: to make Isaac happy, helping to get rid of the bastards who hurt him and managing to stay with the woman he loved, giving me the gift of having a little Grossman under my tutelage ... For what each generation that has passed, I take care that they respect his last wishes: that they continue with the tradition of being the best assassins of the decade." He replied before returning to stare at it.

At that moment, the silence was present in the place as Will took a seat and looked at the floor seriously. Did your entire paternal family have to follow the clown? Had everyone suffered such extreme harassment to the point of going crazy? He looked up again to see his mother's eyes, which reflected pain and sadness as if he had understood something. The wrinkles that were beginning to appear on his face, the gray hairs that were also taking initiative in the roots of his hair because old age was coming more and more into his life ... He owed many things to that woman, already that she had always helped him when he hit rock bottom, even more so because of the last love affair that was a complete disaster even though she was exhausted from work. In silence, he got up from the chair as he approached the clown, who grabbed the woman's blond hair tightly and with the claw of his index finger placed it on her throat, slightly prodding her causing her to complain to keep the threat in force until that he noticed how the boy was half a meter from them to do something that none of the older people thought he would do: he let the knife slide from his trembling fingers to fall on the wooden floor and immediately afterward, raise his gaze with haggard orbs and completely lacking in happiness.

"From what I can guess, all this time you have tried to make me know my paternal roots and follow in the footsteps of my grandfather like those who followed him, right?" Asked the boy, not even looking at the eyes of his mother, who begged him between muffled sobs not to do it, which made the clown pull his hair more sharply before nodding in response, showing himself very seriously. "I'll do what you tell me, as long as you leave mom out of this."

At that moment, everything returned to tense silence. The being was somewhat thoughtful by the boy's words, in addition to being the first that had not tried to attack him being so close, while the woman wanted to make eye contact with her son, trying to somehow make him come to his senses.

>> Please ... Don't do that ... I don't want to do this either, but I don't want to lose you as my best friend Mark because of him << He thought, pressing his lips together to try not to show the painful feeling that it was taking over her heart.

"Fine, child," the clown finally said as he gently slid his claw from the throat to the hostage's chin and stared into the young adult's eyes. "But once you left this apartment, you won't see her again or else ... "He said while making a not-so-deep cut in the woman's right temple, causing her to squeal a bit." Got it? "He asked with notable seriousness while he saw how he nodded in response.

Once the terms of the deal had been made clear, he let go of the blond hair to reach out his long arm and lead it to the kitchen counter to hand the boy a very old wooden mask painted white, which looked like the Venetian carnival masks of the Doctors of the Black Death. With some hesitation, he looked at the monochrome clown, as if searching for some explanation.

"That was the mask that your grandfather Isaac used for his massacres and that has been passed from generation to generation." He replied while gesturing for him to try it, which he did with great care as it was a relic. When the mask was finally on his face, a big smile was present in the being before approaching the young man and putting his hand on his shoulder. "It's time to go and start your life of crime, Will." He said before turning around. her head towards the woman with a wince of victory when she saw that several tears ran down her sore cheeks. "Don't worry, weasel mom. I will take good care of your baby. ”He added, giving a tone of responsibility as he cut the gag from her mouth a little so that she would alert the neighbors even though they would think she was a lunatic like several mothers from whom she had taken their children.

When she had managed to remove the cloth from her mouth, from one blink to another, there were no traces of the monochromatic clown or her son, only the corpses of the canaries and the wounds on his body.

The woman's screams of pain were present throughout the apartment, causing neighbors to call the police with some fear. There was no worse pain for a mother than her son was in constant danger because of having something in his blood that had always brought trouble to all subsequent generations of that man who had asked the angels for something positive.

#creeps #horror #laughing jack #crowman #will grossman #creepypasta #creepypastas #frankie #isaac grossman #my writing #psychotic #serie #snuffbomb

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BLANCHE OF LANCASTER AND JOAN OF KENT BEING BESTIES AND WEARING LEATHER JACKETS WHILE THEIR BOYFRIENDS ARE JUST *HEART EYES* AT THEM please?

It isnt summer, not anymore, but the late September evening is unseasonably warm enough that it might be mistook for a somewhat chilly August afternoon, at least if it weren't growing dark already- which it was. The pub garden- not really a garden so much as a scrubby patch of grass connecting the grubby, converted barn to the pothole ridden carpark- is lit well enough, however. And there's a candle shoved in to a glass jar plonked on the table. Ned lights his ciggarette with it and takes a drag, leaning on the table.

"Do you mind?" John says sourly. He's sitting on the bench opposite and his brother's just exhaled second hand smoke directly in to his face.

"Nope." Ned says, popping the 'p'; if John were a dog his hackles would be rising, and Blanche doesnt have the energy to deal with a pissing contest right now so she reaches across to her brother in law (hes not her brother in law, not really, she and John arent married but they might as well be and before - all this- she had always assumed that it would only be a matter of time before they would be) ; she reaches across to her brother in law, steals the ciggarette from his mouth and says sweetly. "Im going for a smoke. She sticks the ciggarette in her own mouth, swings off the bench and stands up. "Joan?" she adds. Joan stands also.

"Dont touch my chips," she tells the boys, and rounds the table. She and Blanche link arms and walk off to the side of the pub together. Edward watches them go, eyes trained appreciatively on his wife's backside. John moodily stabs at a peice of over grilled salmon, and deliberatley does not turn around to watch them go.

"You okay?" Joan asks her softly, once they've walked far enough away from the boys for Blanche to come to an abrupt halt. She shivers, suddenly cold. She clutches her leather jacket more tightly around herself with one hand, and holds the ciggarette with the other.

"John's not going to break up with me, right?" she says, staring down at the ground and flicking ash.

"Oh darling," Joan says, her voice heavy with sympathy. "Of course he's not."

"It's just...." Blanche exhales. Joan pulls her in to a hug, deftly tugging the ciggarette from Blanche's fingers amd dropping it to the ground, crushing it under foot. Her friend doesnt even smoke. Joan kisses the top of her head, and Blanche wraps her arms around her, burying her head in to the crook of Joan's neck. "I just. I mean. Sometimes I worry that the biggest part of his attraction to me is-"

"He asked you out because he liked you," Joan said firmly. "No man who doesnt really love a girl writes her that much poetry."

Blanche sniffles. "He's never written me poetry."

"Oh yes he has." Joan replies. "I know because he wanted my opinion and I told him it was a surefire way to guarentee you would never say yes in a million years. It was bad. It was worse than bad. At one point he compared your hair colour to cheese fondue."

The nosie that escapes Blanche then is half way between a sob and a giggle. She curls her fingers in to Joan's own leather jacket and clings on tight.

"So your dad's potentially- potentially!- in a bit of financial trouble," Joan continues. "John's not dating The Lancaster Group, he's dating you- and okay so he probably ran some numbers in his head, its John, I'm pretty sure he masturbated to the Finacial Times before he met you-"

"Joan, ew!"

"-But he's besotted. I mean, seriously besotted" Joan pulls back, though she keeps hold of Blanche. "Look, I know you and he were supposed to be meeting Edward at the Ritz tonight and instead you're at a crappy pub with me and Ned. Edward didnt cancel because of any of this, alright, you've still got his complete approval- you'll know if you ever dont, he'll tell you to your face," she adds with some bitterness. Blanche grasps her forearm and squeezes affectionatley. Wonderful things came out of Joan's fling with Holland- the boys, her marriage to Ned- but her relationship with her cousin- father in law is in tatters and there's no sign of that mending anytime soon, and Blanche knows that it hurts Joan more than she lets on. "Its because Thomas -"

"-Thomas has chicken pox i know I know." Blanche says. "I just...i'm a bit fraught at the moment. And paranoid. And im worried about dad. I keep thinking Im going to get a call saying he's had a heart attack or something..." she sighs. "Do you think the boys would mind if we went home?" she says miserably.

Joan smiles sadly. "Of course not, " she says.

Back at the table, John is continuing to stab at his salmon. "I just want to help!" he says emphatically. "And i know I cant, not really, but i Just want to hold her and make sure she knows its all going to be alright.... I was going to propose tonight," he added. "Saint James' Park , before we met dad....stupid Thomas, i swear he got chicken pox on purpsoe-"

"And you cant propose tonight anyway because...." Ned says, stealing one of Joan's cooling chips despite the pile on his own plate. Its a crappy pub with crappy chips but Ned swears Joan's are nicer than his.

"Because its not right," John snaps. "It has to be perfect..." he finally turns around. The girls are coming back- the car park lamps are catching Blanche's hair, giving her something of a halo. "It has to be perfect," he repeats softly. "It has to be perfect, because she is."

#my fic #idk what the fuck this is sorry #but hey

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Tom Riddle x Hermione Granger

Summary : It had started as an accident, then as a joke, then as friends, then as more than friends. But it was a rule, when one of them told the other that their world was ending then the other had to come over, right ? Right.

It was just after 3AM. The night had been long, first Hermione had not wanted to come at all. But one drunk Harry had called her and she had caved. Secondly, when she had entered the small student apartment she had been welcomed by a glass of red wine on her white dress. Classic Neville.Thirdly, she had thought she could at least get drunk on gin, the only alcohol she could bear the taste of, but only the devil’s piss was left : tequila. Hermione had then decided not to drink, and had accepted the fact that she would get bored.

And finally, Hermione had stumbled into one of the bedrooms where Lavender Brown was sucking off Ronald Wealsey, her boyfriend of three years now.

Could she still call him her boyfriend though ? At this moment, Hermione had decided that tequila was not that bad after all. At least tequila was known to do the job right. Right ? So no, the night had not been nice and Hermione was both wasted and on the verge of committing murder. She hurtled down the stairs, her left hand on the wall to keep her from falling forward, and arrived in front of the building, outside. She drunkenly took out her phone from her purse and squinted her eyes to discern where her uber was supposed to be. She couldn’t see shit. She could hear through people chatting around her, waiting for their own uber. A light vibration in her hand made her look back again.

- I am here -

A black car parked in front of her and she jumped in. Hermione looked at the driver in the rear-view mirror. He looked a little bit older than her, his hair was jet black and perfectly styled, his eyes were as dark as the night. He was, without a doubt, one of the hottest men she had ever laid her eyes on. Her stomach made a small flip and she quickly looked away.

The driver started the car and Hermione felt herself gently falling asleep. Suddenly, not even 3 minutes later, the car stopped. The driver leaned towards the glove compartment and opened it. Hermione’s heart stopped. She hadn’t thought her night could be worse, but being murdered seemed to be the cherry on the cake. She began sobbing loudly. She tried to open the door but it wouldn’t. Hermione began hitting the door, the window. “What the-” She heard the uber driver say. “Please don’t do it.” She cried. “I don’t have money,” she opened her purse and put everything in it on the seat next to her. “I have a Starbucks card-” “Just le-” “Tesco’s coupons, m-my oyster card with 40 pounds on it- p-please don’t kill me.” She slurred. “Wait, what ?” Hermione looked up and saw the driver staring at her, one of his eyebrows raised. “Why would I kill you ?” He asked her. “Thank god.” She exhaled.

Her head began to spin, surely from the relief of not being a future murder show episode. “The night had already been a disaster, thank god you’re not a Ted Bundy. At least I would have been m-murder by someone hot. Oh my god, what have I become ? Happy because-because I would have been murdered by a good-looking guy.” She laughed alone.

The driver was still looking at her, a small smirk on lips, clearly making fun of her. But Hermione couldn’t care less. She had begun talking and it was impossible to stop now. “I don’t think it would have been the worst thing of the night. My world is fucking ending. Just f-found out that my boyfriend of three fucking years had been cheating on me with a two-brain-celled girl, it’s not supposed to happen, right ? Right. I-” “Stop.” He finally said, obviously not amused anymore but fed up. “Are you buying or what ?” “Are you an Uber eats ?” Hermione’s eyes widened and her mouth began drooling from the thought of eating something. “I would die for a salmon enchilada right now.” “I am not- Wait ? Salmon Enchilada ? Who the fuck eats that ?” “You’re my uber driver, you’re not allowed to judge my tastes.” She slurred. “Who the fuck are you ?” “Hermione.” “You’re not Dean Thomas ?” He asked dumbfounded. “Do I fucking look like Dean Thomas to you ?” The driver closed his eyes and let his head drop towards his chest and exhaled loudly. “Get out of the car.” He ordered through gritted teeth. “Pardon ?” “If you’re not buying, get out of the fucking car.”

Hermione didn’t feel well, her head was spinning too fast, and her stomach was still flipping but she realized that it was not from the sight of the driver. She wanted to flip him off, but her right hand felt too heavy to move it. She let her head rest on the car door and felt her eyes shutting down when someone opened violently the said door. Hermione felt like falling down but someone held her. She opened her eyes and saw a smiling Dean fucking Thomas.

“I think we swapped our ubers Hermione.” The guy smiled. “I think my uber driver is broken Dean.” She half laughed. “Get her out of the car.” The driver ordered her friend. As Dean helped her back into a sitting position, Hermione only had the time to say Oh that she was throwing up on the leather seats. Before falling into darkness she heard the uber driver saying “Fuck me.”

***** Hermione had just come back from winter holiday, after the Uber Incident as Dean liked to call it, she had not drank a single drop of tequila. She had decided to put the atrocious night behind her, meaning leaving Ron, stopping tequila for good and throwing away her white dress. “You should talk to him.” Harry said as they walked towards their next class. “I don’t want to.” “It’s been three weeks Hermione !” “It had been three years, I have the right to be angry.” “I know, I know, but the dynamics of the group…” Hermione stopped in her tracks and stared at him. “Really Harry ? The dynamics of the group ?”

Harry shrugged and they entered the lecture theatre. The room was packed as it was the first day of the second semester. Hermione knew that half of the students present today wouldn’t show up in one month. Harry was still talking to her, but since he had let out the problem of the group’s dynamics she had stopped listening to what he had to say.

On the blackboard was written in perfect calligraphy Criminal Law 101. She had heard only good things about Professor Slughorn and was excited to finally be able to get one of her class taught by him. Next to the teacher’s desk was a smaller one, usually used by the TA. Someone was sitting there. Someone who looked a little bit older than her, someone whose hair was jet black and perfectly styled, someone with eyes as dark as the night. And someone who was without a doubt, one of the hottest guys she had ever laid her eyes on. As she finished thinking that she froze. She could almost feel the tequila in her mouth, she could almost feel the dampness of the red wine on her white dress, and she could almost smell her own sick.

The TA rose his head. He looked at her. She looked at him. Fuck.

***** Harry had called her that night and had convinced her to join him at their usual pub. Hermione had almost refused but she had rather wanted to go out than to watch alone Geordie Shore. She quickly put on jeans that were probably laying on the floor for the past week and an old sweatshirt saying LAWYERED

Before entering the pub, Hermione stood outside looking at the front window. She briefly considered not entering but she had put on jeans. Hermione took one large inspiration and went inside : DIAGONALLY As soon as she got in, she saw Harry waving at her with a huge grin on his face. She approached him and took a seat next to him on the booth. Dean, in front of them, pushed a beer in front of her. “Where did you ran off to Hermione yesterday ?” Harry asked her. “What do you mean ?” She lied while taking a sip of the beer. “Come on ! As soon as the class ended you ran away. You usually go talk to the professor and you’ve been pestering us about Slughorn for months.” “I needed to change my tampon.” She lied.

Harry shut up. The good thing about being friends with only guys was that the period excuse was a joker. She could use it whenever she needed and none of the boys would ask her more questions. Harry and Dean began talking about football, classes and finally about Ron. As soon as she heard the name she stood up, told the boys she was going to the bar and left.

The pub was quite crowded for a wednesday night and she waited her turn to order. While waiting, she looked around her. The Diagonally was the pub of the law students. “Dolohov’s coming, get him a beer mate !” She heard someone shout from afar. Hermione turned her head and saw a blond boy waving at the person in front of her. The latter turned his head in the direction of his friend and nodded. Hermione froze. He was there. In front of her. Again. She recognized the jaw and the angle of his nose. She slowly lowered her head and tried to be as discreet as possible. Please don’t turn around. Please don’t turn around. Please don’t turn around.

“I’ll have five pints, three jack and coke, and a shot of tequila please.” The uber driver ? TA ? asked the bartender. “50 quids.” The uber driver put a fiver on the counter then simply said. “The rest is on her.” He turned around and Hermione looked up. She had never felt this embarrassed in her entire life. “Excuse-me ?” She retorted. “You either pay for the order or the car cleaning bill. Your choice.” Hermione took out her credit card. “Do you take amex ?”

The driver picked up the tray with his drinks and laughed out loud. Before joining his friend he put the shot of tequila in front of her. “I won’t take your shitty behaviour into account while grading criminal law.” Without thinking she took the shot. The second later she regretted it. “That’s your drink of choice, right ?” He mocked her. Hermione fake smiled and made sure to keep her mouth closed in case the tequila decided to make its way up.

As soon as he left, she quietly wondered if she should order something. She had just paid 50 pounds and the tequila in her empty stomach was telling her that she shouldn’t. But she wasn’t a quitter. Once the beer in her hand, she sat back next to her friends.

“Was that the TA ?” Harry asked and Dean choked on his drink. “Shut up Dean.” She whispered while kicking him in the shin. “What are-” Harry began but stopped abruptly and his eyes widened. “Ron !” Hermione’s head snapped up and looked at her friend. “What. Did. You. Do.” Hermione spat, her jaw clenched. “You two need to talk. It’s for the group’s dynamics…” “Oh fuck you, you and your group’s dynamics.” On that Hermione stood up, knocking her left knee on the table, hissing from the pain, turning around looking for a way out, and spilling her beer on her in the process. “For fuck sakes.” She whispered.

Ron had gone to the bar to say hello to the bartender, she thought it to be her chance to get out of the bar but then caught a glimpse of Lavender near the door. He brought her ? Arsehole. She turned around and crashed into someone’s chest. She looked up, her eyes filled with panic.

“Let me guess, the world’s ending and you need help, right ?” A dull voice said. “My boyfriend, well my ex-boyfriend, I need to get used to saying that, decided to show up because my future ex-best friend thought that it would be good for the group’s dynamics. What does that even mean ? I have thought about this moment before, but I would wear a fucking gorgeous dress not a week-old jeans and-and this shitty jumper. I should have at least showered, right ? I-” She said in one breath. “Stop. I don’t care. I really, really don’t care.” He cut her. The driver pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly. “Come over.” He said and took her by the elbow. He sat her down at his own booth and Hermione faced seven other guys. “Hi.” Her voice high pitched from the awkwardness of the situation. “Who’s that ?” One of them asked. “Hermione.” The driver said. “Hermione ? The Hermione ? Hermione as in fucking-girl-named-Hermione-fucking-puked-in- the-fucking-car ?” “Well…” She began. “Yes.” The uber driver cut her. “Huge fan of your work.” The same guy took her hand and shook it. “I’m Isodor Avery, by the way. Do you know what you’ve done ? You, Miss Hermione, are the first person to puke in his car.” “He leaves us on the sidewalk when we are too drunk, afraid we would tarnish the car. And you’ve done it, you son of a bitch. You’ve done it.” Another one laughed. “I’m Edgard Lestrange.”

The driver sat right next to her and looked at his friend, an annoyed look on his face. “And what are you doing here ?” The blond guy she saw before asked. “Please, don’t get her to talk. She won’t ever stop.” The driver answered for her. Hermione should have been mad at this comment but while thinking about it she realized she had told him shit loads without any reason. “Well, next round on me.” The blond got up and went to the bar. “What do you want Toyota-Prius ?” Hermione knew he was talking to her, and felt already too embarrassed to question the nickname. “Hum, I’ll take a gin and tonic please.” She sheepishly answered. “So, I was with this bird, and mate she was so turned on…” One of the guys began telling his mates and Hermione.

Hermione tried to discreetly look at Ron who had now joined Dean and Harry. They were clearly looking for her. She briefly thought about going towards them, but she only had to take a look at her outfit for this idea to getaway. She then decided to join the conversation.

The blond guy, Abraxas Malfoy from what she had learned, had come back with a tray filled with drinks and put it down at the other side of the table. All the lads went to take their drinks and Hermione wondered if she could get up and take hers. She knew that she was kind of a safety hazard and would spill all of their drinks on her way. “Uber driver !” She called. The entire table stopped talking and laughed out loud. One of them, Milton Mulciber, even choked on his drink. “Pardon ?” The driver turned towards her. “Could you pass me my drink please ?” He only looked at her and didn’t move an inch. One of the lads kindly handed it to her. “So you don’t know his name.” Abraxas noted. She went to open her mouth to answer but someone shouting at the other side of the bar stopped her in her tracks. “Oy ! Riddle !” “Is it game night ?” She smiled, quite excited about the idea. “I am so good at solving riddles.” The table laughed again, yet no one answered.

The boy approached them. “Oy, Riddle can you fucking answer your phone ?” He told the driver in a thick accent. Hermione furrowed her brows. She then realised. Oh. “Your name is Riddle, right ?” She said in a quiet voice. “Right.” He smirked. “Who the fuck is that ?” The new guy asked the table. “The girl who puked in his car.” The new-comer applauded a huge grin on his face. “Antonin Dolohov.” Russian it seems. “I already like you.” He continued while squishing in the booth with them. “Tom told us a lot about that night.” “Hush Dolohov. Ford-Infiniti was about to tell us about that shitty boyfriend.” Thorus Nott cut his friend. Next to her, Riddle, Tom Riddle, exhaled and let his head drop in his hand. “Well..” She began telling them the entire story, Riddle groaning from time to time.

***** Hermione had a long day, she only wanted to take a hot shower, crawl into bed and watch some stupid TV-shows. But her stupid self forgot her keys inside her room this morning.

She dropped her bags on the floor and rested her forehead against the wooden door, silently cursing herself. She took out her phone and called Ginny, her roommate. She called her once, twice before heading towards Harry’s room which was visible from afar thanks to the ugly poster of “Only happy thoughts guys” Harry himself made. Hermione stared at the sock on the doorknob. Only stared at it. She must have stayed like that for a couple of minutes before dropping once again her bags down and leaning against the opposite wall. What were her choice at this moment ? She could call a locksmith, but she couldn’t spend more than 50 quids on that. She could enter the room, and find her two best friends performing the act of love as Harry liked to call it, but she had done it before and she was still not over it. Funny how her friend was flexible and she was not talking about Ginny. Finally, she could call the only other person who had a key. Over my dead body.

So Hermione just sat down, in front of the sock mocking her. The floor is not that hard, you could maybe sleep here. “Avtomombil’” A loud voice in a thick accent called her. She turned her head and saw Antoning Dolohov and Tom Riddle coming her way. “What are you doing here ?” “I forgot my key this morning. I am stuck outside.” “In the boy’s part of the dorms ?” Tom intervened, leaning against the same wall as the one she was currently seating against. “I don’t want to talk to you. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough in your presence.” Tom only let out a laugh. “Why don’t you ask your roommate ? Gina ?” Tom kept going. “Ginny. She is in there.” She pointed her finger at the sock on the doorknob. “Oh.” Dolohov said. “Well come with us.” “No ?” Tom told his friend. “We’re not going to leave her there, are we ?”

Hermione didn’t know if she could speak up so she just let the two friends arguing about her, while she was there. It was, once again, embarrassing. “It was supposed to be a boy’s night.” Tom declared. “Bellatrix is there.” Hermione could see that Tom had nothing to reply to that. He crouched down and picked up her bags and Dolohov helped her to get her on her feet. “I’ll get the crisps.” The russian said and left them alone. Tom didn’t talked to her on their way towards his room. Most of the lads were in the small dorm, sitting their backs leaning against the walls on the beds. “Alfa-Romeo-Spider !” Abraxas welcomed her. “Hi blondie.” She smiled at him. “What are you doing here ?” “Don’t ask.” Tom intervened as he sat on his desk.

Antonin had come back with crips and beers and they all began playing uno. Hermione looked at her phone and realised that he was getting quite late. Ginny had not answered any of her text yet. “Isn’t there anyone who has a spare key ?” Tom asked her. “Well…” “Don’t tell me he has one.” “Well…” “For fuck sake.” He cursed. “Just call him.” “I won’t do that, uber driver !” She pointed her finger at him. “Fine, I’ll call him them.” “No !” “I won’t let you sleep here so, have a good night in the hallway.” “Tom !” Isodor intervened. “Fine, call him.” Hermione gave her phone to Tom and the latter called him. “Put him on speakers.” Abraxas smiled while taking a sip of his beer. Tom refused. After three rings, Ron picked up. “Honey-bear ?” Wealsey said. Tom looked at her and tried to stop himself from laughing. “No. Honey-bear is busy. But she needs the spare key you have.” At the nickname Hermione put her head in her hands, embarrassed. “Who are you ?” Ron asked. “Doesn’t concern you. Do you have the key ?” Tom pressed. “Hum, yeah. Where the fuck is Hermione ?” “She doesn’t want to talk to you.” “Just tell her I need to talk to her. I regret and I want to apologise.” “Will do.” Tom rolled his eyes. “Now, meet me in front of door 713.” Tom hung up and Hermione looked at him. “What did he say ?” She pressed him. “He’s giving me the key.” “That’s all he said ?” “Yes.” Tom lied and left the room.

Tom came back 10 minutes later, the holy grail in his hand. Hermione said goodbye to the lads and walked along Tom towards her own room. Once they arrived in front of it, he handed her the key. “Well Granger, once again your world was ending, but I helped, right ?” “It seems to happen a lot around you.” “It’s not only around me, you’re just a fucking disaster.” He finished as he turned around.

*****

Her shift was about to begin at Forge and Gred, Ron’s brothers restaurant. She put on her apron and walked into the main room. She had started this job at the beginning of the school year and she was getting sick of it. As usual, she went to her first table and began talking manically. “Welcome to Forge and Gred Restaurant, your experience will be magical. I’ll be your waitress for the night.” Hermione said in her best customer-service voice. She finally decided to see who her clients were for the night. As soon as she rose her head and looked at the two, a smirk appeared on her face. “Well, hello there.” General Kenoby she couldn’t help but think as she said it. “Fuck me.” Tom whispered. “Do you two know each other ?” The blond girl in front of Riddle asked. It had been two months since the I puked in this guy’s car incident. Hermione had become friends with all of the lads and was invited to all of their weekly gatherings. She even became friends with Tom even if he would never admit it. “Yes.” She said. “No.” He said at the same time. “Well, this is awkward.” The blond said in the most stupid voice Hermione has ever heard. “I’ll let you chit-chat then.” Hermione tried to be as embarrassing as possible while giving them the menu.

She turned around and left them alone while they made their choice of meal. Afterall, this night could be fun.

She had brought them one salad. Like just green lettuce, for her. And one plate of fish and chips for him. Hermione was currently behind the bar, cleaning some wine glass when Tom approached her in a hurry. “You need to get me out of here.” He loudly whispered to her. “Excuse-me ? Do you need anything ? Wasn’t the fish and chips as you wanted it?” She messed with him. “Oh stop it.” He hissed. “Get me out of here.” “Why ? She looks nice.” Hermione answered as she took a good look at Tom’s date. The blond girl was stunning, long legs, shiny hair. The whole package. “She’s dumb as fuck.” Tom answered. “You’re meant for each other then.” “Don’t start Granger.” “Oh come Tom, we both know you’re in for a quick shag. Don’t whine.” “Hermione.” “Fine, say the magic words and I’ll help you.” “Please.” He said through gritted teeth. “Not the ones I’m referencing to. It seems like your world is.. What’s the word again ? ” “My world is fucking ending and I need your help.” “Fine, I’ll help you. But you’ll tip me good, right ?” Hermione grinned. “Right.” Tom nodded and she followed him to his table. He put down the money for the meal plus two pounds for the tips. She looked at him. He put 10. She kept staring. After Tom put down 30 pounds of tips, Hermione put them in her apron’s pocket. She gave the blond girl a rubber and whispered loudly “trust me you want to use it. Chlamydia’s a bitch.” At that, the blond girl gasped, looked at Tom, took her bag and left abruptly the restaurant. “Did you have to do that ?” Tom exhaled. “When’s your shift ending ?” “Let’s say now.” “Go get your bag, I’ll drive you home.”

*****

After three months of silence and messing with the group’s dynamics, Hermione had finally had that talk with Ron. It had ended badly. Really badly. There had been yelling, insults and most of all, cries. Hermione was currently under her blanket on her bed, trying to stop herself from crying. She opened her text message and began typing instinctively.

- If my world was ending you’d come over, right ? -

A few seconds later, her phone pinged.

- Right -

Her bose was playing All by myself by Celine Dion for the fifth time in a row when someone gently knocked on her door. She didn’t move, thinking that the person knocking at the door would go away eventually. They knocked again. Hermione groaned and got up, still rolled up in her blanket with her red and puffy eyes. When she opened the door she saw him, in black sweatpants and a green sweatshirt. “Really Celine Dion ? You’re a fucking cliché Granger.” He smirked. Hermione really tried to laugh but she just ended up crying again. Tom instantly took her in his arms. She tucked her head in his neck and inhaled. He was carding his fingers through her hard and was gently rubbing circles on her back. Tom slowly began waking them to her bed, he delicately laid them down, still holding her. “It’s was terrible.” She sobbed. “He said it was my fault, that I was working too hard, but I have a scholarship I need to work hard. Then he tried to defend himself for sleeping with her and I retorted that maybe he would need the experience because I’ve been faking for three years. Then he tried to put his family into this and wanted me to give him back the signature Weasley’s sweatshirt…” Hermione looked at him. She just realised that for once he had not stopped her. “And ?” He gently asked her. “You’re listening.” She thought out loud. “I’m always listening.” “Right.” She softly smiled through the tears.

*****

- World’s ending. Need help. ASAP. -

Hermione had just woken up and saw Tom’s text. She jumped out of bed, took a quick shower and went to where he was. She arrived in front of a Xenophilius Lovegood’s gym. She checked the address twice before entering. Hermione was not ready for what she saw. Tom, in sweatpants, next to Harry, doing the downward-facing dog pose. Hermione had often wanted to laugh in an embarrassing situation, but this was a first. She wondered for a second if she needed to take a photo of this, just for blackmail purposes, but didn’t have the time as Tom saw her.

“Granger !” He whispered out of breath, apparently struggling with his current position. He quickly got up and approached her. “You need to work on your flexibility.” Hermione mocked him. “What the fuck are you doing here ? And you clearly don’t need my help, you’re doing just fine.” “I am trying to be nice to your friends here. Harry invited me to go to the gym. I was expecting sport-” “Yoga is a sport.” She interrupted. “Real sport.” Tom glared at her. “You imagine my surprise when I entered and saw this guru, - because yes Granger, this is a cult - in his bright yellow yoga pants, clearly too tight, asking me to say hello to the sun and to get into a dog pose.” Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Harry !” She called her best friend. The latter turned his head while keeping the position. “I’m taking him home. He is afraid to stay.” Tom gently shoved her in the ribs. They went outside and Hermione jumped on his back and asked him to carry her piggy-back style. “What are you doing ?” He asked her as he put his hand on her ankle to secure her. “You’re an Uber driver, right ?” He just huffed and began walking.

*****

Comarc McLaggen had lettuce in his teeth. For a good thirty minutes now and Hermione thought about telling him at first but now it just seemed weird since it’s been thirty minutes. So she just kept quiet and tried to enjoy her date. But she couldn’t help but stare at the green thing between his teeth. On the table, her phone lit up.

- World’s ending at Diagonally. Come over pls. -

Hermione mumbled an apology to Cormac, took her bag and went outside. At least, Diagonally was the bar across the street, she almost ran there. She entered the pub and faced the lads and Tom casually sitting in their usual booth. “Tom ! What’s going on ?” Hermione asked him. “You seem fine.” “Hey Cadillac-Cimarron.” Isodor smiled at her. “Yes everything fine, why ? Maybe the bartender is taking too long to bring us our beers but it’s Friday night. You look really nice by the way.” Hermione understood. She quickly looked at Tom and saw him playing with his coaster, avoiding her gaze. “Yes, I was on a date.” Hermione answered slowly, still looking at him. “How was it ?” Tom asked her, still not meeting her eyes. “Fine.” She lied. “We were laughing and joking around until Tom send me a text claiming an emergency, right ?” “Bullshit.” He looked at her. “You were looking bored !” He quickly added before realising his mistake. “You saw us. Fucker ! You send me that text to get me out of this date.” “Everyone knows McLaggen is a twat. If you wanted a quick shag you could have gone to any other guy.” He barked, jealousy obvious. “Well, at least he asked me out.” She spat turning her heels and leaving the pub.

*****

Once again, Hermione had fucked up her resolution of not drinking tequila. Actually, it was all Ginny’s fault. She had been the one to drag her to this night club and bought her shots, because apparently, Hermione needed to get laid, and alcohol could help. The tequila hadn’t helped. So here she was, in front of the club, alone, shivering, and waiting for her uber. She didn’t need to go through the application anymore.

Tom’s car parked in front of her and he got out to open the door. “You came.” She slurred. “Your world was ending, right ?” He smiled. “Just don’t puke in the car. I swear Granger, if you throw up…” Hermione flipped him off as she settled inside the car. Tom got to the driver’s side and start the car. “Jesus take the wheel and drive me back home.” She said. Tom laughed at that. “We need to make a quick stop before.” “Salmon enchiladas ?” Hermione got excited. “You really need to get your taste buds tested.” Hermione was insufferable when she was drunk. Tom had come to know that, so he was not even bothered anymore as she played with the windows’ control button. Up. Down.

As they arrived in a small alley, Tom stopped the car and Blaise Zabini hopped in it. Tom opened the glove compartment and took out a full bag of weed. Hermione’s eyes widened. “Oy mate. You alright ? Is that your bird ?” Zabini asked Tom. “Don’t Zabini. You know the policy. How much ?” Tom simply replied. “50 quids.” Tom got a small balance from the glove compartment and began weighting for five grams of weed. The two exchange drugs for money and Zabini got out of the car.

“The fuck was that Tom ?” Hermione hissed. “Hermione…” “No Tom. Are you dealing ? I’ve known you for eight months and you were dealing all along ? Why didn’t you tell me ?” “I thought you knew.” He genuinely answered. “The first time we met I tried to sell you drugs. I thought you were Dean Thomas, who asked for some weed.” “For the last time Tom, how would you have thought I look anything like Dean fucking Thomas ? You know what ? I’d rather walk.” Hermione opened the door and got out.

“Come on Hermione, get back in the car ! Get back in the fucking car, you’re wasted !” Tom followed her in the alley, leaving the key in the ignition. “I told you everything.” She turned around to face him. “Maybe you joke about the fact that I tell you everything, but still I do. I thought you did too. Looks like I don’t mean that much to you. You know what ? If my world is ending I won’t ask you to come over anymore !” “Come one, don’t say that. You’re just drunk and upset over nothing because I thought you knew !” “Well you were clearly mistaken.” Hermione got her phone out and ordered a real uber for once. “What are you doing ?” Tom got closer. “I am waiting for my uber.” She answered like a petty child. “You have one here ! Get in the fucking car !” Tom got angry. Hermione kept walking and turned around the corner. Tom eyed his car and where she had disappeared to. “Fuck !” He shouted.

*****

The night had started out fine. Isodor had called her and asked her to join him at Dolohov’s party in a bar downtown. Hermione had nothing else to do, so she put on a dress and joined them. She had not talked to Tom in a month. He had tried to call her, talk to her after her criminal law class, but Hermione was still hurt by the fact that she thought they were more than friends and that him not telling her a huge part of his life, just send her back to reality. He didn’t consider her as more. This party had been weird. It had been full of drunk Russian guys, dancing to a remix of their national anthem. Hermione had asked Isodor what they were doing here and he had only shrugged, apparently asking himself the same question.

One shot of vodka led to another and Hermione almost enjoyed herself until she spotted Gellert Grindelwald, notorious for being a hothead. Tom, among others, had always told her that if she ever found herself in a party with Gellert Grindelwald, she had to leave, because everywhere this guy went, something bad happened. And this was exactly what had happened tonight. Hermione couldn’t even remember where the fight came from, but the gash on her head surely reminded her that she had received a full bottle of tequila, of course, tequila, on her forehead.

Isodor and Antonin had stayed with her while the doctor at the hospital had resewed her forehead. Hermione only wanted to go home and sleep. “Take me back home please.” She asked Dolohov as he was the one with the car. None of the boys moved and the three of them were waiting in the hospital parking lot. “Antonin ?” She pressed. “I’ve been drinking. I shouldn’t take the car.” He replied in his warm Russian accent. “You drove us here.” Isodor replied as Dolohov shoved him in the ribs. “Right, right, he is too drunk.” Isodor kept going, obviously lying. Hermione exhaled, turned around and closed her eyes. She didn’t know if she wanted to cry or laugh at this moment. What made her jump and open her eyes was the loud noise coming from someone shutting violently a car’s door.

Tom was walking angrily towards the three of them. As soon as he saw her, with a bandage on her forehead, he ran toward her and put both of his hands on her cheek, examining her. “Are you alright ?” He asked her, clearly worried. His thumbs were caressing her cheekbones. “Is she alright ?” He then asked the lads. “Yeah she is.” Isodor answered. “She just needed three stitches.” “Three stitches ?! Why the fuck was she there in the first place ?” “Come on Tom, she needed to be cheered up. She had been looking like a kicked puppy for a month now.” Tom shut up as he understood what it meant. He looked back at her. “The fuck were you doing there when you knew Grindelwald was there ?” His voice was a mix of worry and anger, but it was soft. “What are you doing here Tom ?” Hermione asked him. She felt like they were completely alone in this parking lot. Just him, his worried look, his hand cupping her face and her eyelashes fluttering from the warmth of him. “They called me because you didn’t.” She didn’t answer. “You’re supposed to call me.” He kept going. “Your world was ending and I had to come over, right ? And you didn’t call me.” “And yet you came over.” “I’ll always come over.”

Hermione kept looking at him, her stomach made a small flip and this time she knew it was from the sight of him. She pushed herself on the tip of her toes and gently pressed her lips against his. One of his hands went to her hair as the other one settled on the small of her back. Instinctively she carved her hands through his silky hair and heard a small sigh escape his lips. He pressed her against him even more and Hermione moaned against him. It was so warm and the world around her was freezing. “Can I call you honey-bear now ?” She felt him smirk as the words escaped his lips. “Don’t you dare.” She laughed before kissing him more. She wondered how she could have lived all this time without the feeling of his lips against hers.

*****

Dolohov was sitting in front of her, in their usual booth at Diagonally. He was currently teaching her a child song in Russian. She couldn’t understand a word, she couldn’t utter a word. She definitely needed a drink. Maybe tequila, because yes, she wanted to die at this moment.

- I fucking want my world to end. -

She waited for his response. It didn’t take long.

- I am not coming over because Dolohov’s trying to teach you Russian. I survived it, I am sure you can too. -

Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed.

- On top of being a shitty uber driver, you’re a shitty boyfriend. -

Dolohov, in front of her, didn’t seem to notice that she was not paying attention to what he was telling her.

- Be there in 5. You can survive for 5 minutes, right ? -

*****

Tom was not known for being a good cook. It was the first time he had tried the kitchen in the apartment he had just started renting outside campus. He had called Milton and had asked him for cooking tips, but Mulciber was only good at watching youtube videos of people cooking and not cooking itself.

Tom was startled when he heard the main door opening and gently closing. He tried to get rid of the smoke surrounding the small kitchen by moving his arms in the air. Hermione laughed behind him. He turned around and saw her casually leaning against the kitchen door, her arms crossed on her chest and a loving smile on her lips.

“And I am supposed to be the safety hazard between the two of us ?” She mocked him. “Shut it.” He laughed. “I was trying to do a nice thing here for our one year anniversary.” “Jewelry would have been nice.” She smirked. Tom approached her and gently pulled her into a kiss. “I won’t come over anymore if you’re trying to burn the whole building down.” Tom swallowed and felt his heart beating fast in his chest. He took out the spare key he had made for her out of his pocket and put it on the counter and took a deep breath. “Maybe you don’t have to come over anymore.” He told her. Hermione’s eyes widened and she quietly gasped. Her eyes were going back and forth between Tom and the key. “Well now that I’m living here, I am in charge of the kitchen, right ?” At the words, Tom smiled. “Right.”

*****

- I’m begging you. This is a fucking disaster. Come over right the fuck now Tom. -

Hermione tried to hide her phone underneath the table and kept harassing Tom with her texts. “Everything’s alright Hermione ?” Ginny asked her. “Yeah yeah.” She answered. “I thought Riddle wasn’t coming over.” Ron intervened placing his arm around Lavender. “He’s always coming over.”

Harry brought the starters to the table and Ginny poured some white wine.

- No way. You’re on your own on this Granger. No fucking way I am spending the night with ginger 1 and ginger 2, two-brain-celled girl, and cult-member Harry. No way. -

- Suit yourself. No sex then. -

- I’m coming over. -

- Right. -

Hermione cut Harry’s talk about new crystal he just bought. “Tom’s on his way.” “I am so happy. That is a good group dynamic.” Harry smiled.

*****

“My world is fucking ending !” Hermione heard Tom shout from the kitchen. She entered the living room in a hurry and saw him where she left him two hours prior : on the couch yelling at his video game, a gamer set around his head.

“Really Tom ?” She smirked.

“What ? Frozen fucking destroyed my planet - yes yes I’m talking to you Abraxas -” Tom yelled in his microphone.

Hermione just laughed and sat next to him. She watched him play for a couple of minutes while drinking her tea before noticing something on the screen. “I-am-lord-Voldemort ?” She read his username. “Don’t you dare judge me. I was ten.” “And that’s what you came out with ?” She laughed, setting her cup on the coffee table. “Laugh all you want but you don’t know how many hours I’ve spent trying to find a good anagram.” “You think this is good ?” Tom turned his head and glared at her. He put his controller down, stood up and towered over her. “How dare you make fun of the Dark Lord ?” He deepened his voice and Hermione just began laughing louder. Tom threw himself on her and harassed her with kisses, from her collarbone to her lips.

*****

It was not as if they had a “restaurant”. They didn’t want to be like this kind of couples, always going to the same places, settling into a routine. But they definitely had one. It was not really fancy nor the best restaurant in town. It was a small bistrot at the end of their street, only known among people in the neighbourhood.

Hermione was playing with her napkin, for once in her life she had arrived early and she promised herself never to do that again. 5 minutes of waiting turned in to 10 then 20 then 30.

- You better have a good excuse to be this late. I’m ordering food. Idc. -

Hermione wouldn’t but she knew for a fact that Tom couldn’t stand it when she did it. It was the kind of message that usually had him running here.

- Tom, you’re 30 minutes late. From now on, each additional minute will be spend hating you a little bit more. Just so you know. -

“Would you like to order something miss ?” A voice made her head snap up. Hermione looked at the waitress and politely shook her head no. Hermione considered going back home, she was currently starving, Tom’s phone was apparently turned off, so she could just walk back, find him snoring on the couch, smile at him despite the anger she felt right now. Yes, she could walk back. She would.

As she took her belongings and left a tip on the table for the bother, she heard the small bell that would ring anytime someone entered the restaurant. Abraxas was currently standing a couple of meters away from her, his coat drenched from the rain pouring outside.

“Hermione,” He said in a grave voice. “No car name tonight ?” She laughed as she approached him. He didn’t answer, instead he just looked like he was picking the right words in his head. Abraxas was avoiding her gaze and his bottom lip was shaking lightly. “What’s going on ? You’re scaring me right now ?” She pressed him.

The blond opened his mouth a couple of times but no words came out. “Abraxas ? Where’s Tom ?” Hermione simply asked in a small voice. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest, Hermione could hear the blood in her temples and her hands become clammy. Still, he didn’t answer. “He is coming over, right ?” She continued, tears in her voice. “Speak for fuck sake !”

Abraxas’s gaze met hers and Hermione almost regretted her last sentence. “You’re fucking with me Malfoy, is that it ? I’m coming home, I’m starving and quite in a bad mood, I don’t have time for your childish game.” Hemione got out of the restaurant and Abraxas followed her. Once the both of them outside, enveloped in the chill breeze of the night, Hermione turned around. She was angry, starving and she needed to vent.

“Tom put you to this ? That’s it, right ? He thought it would be funny to pull a prank on me ? Well, you know what Malfoy, it is not. I waited for forty fucking minutes and I didn’t even eat. If that isn’t love I don’t know what is ! So you’ll tell your friend that I’m pissed because he won’t pick up his fucking phone !” Hermione was almost crying at the end, she didn’t particularly knew why.

None of them talked after that. Abraxas just finally met her gaze. Sometimes more words are said in silence. On this night, outside this restaurant, Abraxas Malfoy had told her everything just by looking at her. Her stupid ringtone broke the silence, she took her phone in shaky hands and answered, her gaze still locked on him.

“Hello ?” She tried to sound as normal as possible. “Miss Granger ? This is St Mungo’s Hospital-” She let her phone fall on the ground.

“He is coming over, right ?” She cried, asking Abraxas. He took a large breath and shook his head no. Hermione nodded, kept nodding for what seemed like 10 minutes before realising what it meant.

Hermione had never thought about what death would do to her. She had seen in movies people crying and laying in bed all day. She had then imagined this to be grief. Grief was not tissues and tears drop. Grief was unexpected and fast.

“He is coming over.” She said.

Grief was a cold hand ripping half of her soul, half of her heart, half of what she was. No one can live with only half of them, right ?

“He always comes over.” She repeated.

Grief was the feeling of not being able to breathe properly anymore. Grief was that one person you hate at first, that makes your life miserable, but that you learn to know and understand. Grief is that one friend that reminds you of him in the end.

“He is not coming over, right ?”

****

- It’s been two weeks now. I’ve sent you a tone of text. I know this is stupid but I am still waiting for an answer. You’re not coming over, right ? -

- My world is fucking ending Tom. Where are you ? Why did you take the car -

- My world has been ending ever since. And no one is coming over, right ?-

Right.

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thomas-bakeshop · 4 years

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Our Roggenschrotbrot, Pan Centeno Entero, with cottage cheese, smoked salmon and chives, it does not get any better than this ... !! . #cooking #baking #sourdough #bread #breakfast #lunch #snack #travel #mallorca #cheese #salmon #smokedsalmon (at Thomas' Bakeshop) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7Us_XrImBu/?igshid=izx92sqlogv9

#cooking #baking #sourdough #bread #breakfast #lunch #snack #travel #mallorca #cheese #salmon #smokedsalmon

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simping-on-the-daily · 3 years

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Get to know Chelsea uncomfortably well! I just hope I can give credit to the person who wrote out the questions. XD

1. What is you middle name? “Not for me!” 2. How old are you? “Well, Thomas is twenty-nine and I was created when he was five, so........twenty-four?” 3. What is your birthday? September 25th!” 4. What is your zodiac sign? “Libra!” 5. What is your favorite color? Pink! Or black! Depends.” 6. What's your lucky number? “19th of December!” 7. Do you have any pets? “Oh, I wish!” 8. Where are you from? “The Mindscape.” 9. How tall are you? “6′1!” 10. What shoe size are you? “I think I mentioned this in another post?” 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? “As many as I want! We don’t need to ‘buy’ stuff.” 12. What was your last dream about? “Virgil and me were riding on a giant carrot. Don’t ask. XD” 13. What talents do you have? ”Really good at Origami!” 14. Are you psychic in any way? “I can sense when people are feeling sad, so sorta?” 15. Favorite song? ”It’s All Love from Trolls: World Tour.” 16. Favorite movie? “The BNHA/MHA movies!” 17. Who would be your ideal partner? “I already have my ideal partner.” 18. Do you want children? “WE CAN HAVE KIDS?!?!” 19. Do you want a church wedding? “I’d prefer a garden wedding!” 20. Are you religious? “Not me personally, but Thomas was raised with a Catholic view.” 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? ”My boyfriend makes sure that never happens. Virgil truly lives up to his name as the protector!” 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? “Nah. We don’t even have laws here! Just basic human decency.” 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? “I was literally created by a celebrity. Of course!” 24. Baths or showers? “Baths! They’re so relaxing!” 25. What color socks are you wearing? “Same as before; black and white striped socks.” 26. Have you ever been famous? “Probably! I am part of a famous YouTube program, so maybe. XD” 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? “I think I already am.” 28. What type of music do you like? “Inspirational Songs! Virgil’s gotten me into Panic! At The Disco.” 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? “This question better fits Remus. :p” 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? “Already answered this!” 31. What position do you usually sleep in? “I’m always hugging something! Whether it’s Virgil or a pillow, nothing can escape my cuddles. >:3″ 32. How big is your house? “It’s always changing because of Roman.” 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? “Usually a pop tart or some pancakes.” 34. Have you ever fired a gun? “Noooooooooooo........” 35. Have you ever tried archery? “Saw Roman try it, did it, broke my foot, cried, and got cuddled.” 36. Favorite clean word? So......just a word?” 37. Favorite swear word? “None!” 38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep? “Thirty-one hours, I think?” 39. Do you have any scars? “If I had, they would’ve healed.” 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? “Nah. Virgil was more like a non-subtle piner.” 41. Are you a good liar? “Not really? I don’t lie a whole lot, so I’m a little rusty.” 42. Are you a good judge of character? “I’ll leave that one in the air.” 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? “My ability to make my voice more relaxing does instinctively change to people’s preferences. If some people think a British accent is calming, I get a British accent.” 44. Do you have a strong accent? “Nah!” 45. What is your favorite accent? “This is a question?” 46. What is your personality type? “?????????” 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? “I don’t it’s ‘expensive’ when you didn’t even buy it in the first place. :p” 48. Can you curl your tongue? “Yep!” 49. Are you an innie or an outie? “Insert the “I AM CONFUSION MEME” right now, please.” 50. Left or right handed? “Men to the left, because woman are always right. :D Quotes aside though, I’m a leftie!” 51. Are you scared of spiders? “Unless they’re watching me in the shower like a perv, then no.” 52. Favorite food? *insert a starry eyed Chelsea rambling about junk food* 53. Favorite foreign food? “Pizza counts, right?” 54. Are you a clean or messy person? “Depends.” 55. Most used phrased? ”I’m here for you.” 56. Most used word? “Love.” 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? “Not long! We can just snap our fingers and poof, we’re camera ready.” 58. Do you have much of an ego? “I’d like to think I’m pretty modest!” 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? “Who. Bites. Lollipops?” 60. Do you talk to yourself? “It’s instinctive. I don’t know I do it until someone points it out. ;p” 61. Do you sing to yourself? “More like I hum to myself!” 62. Are you a good singer? “I’d like to think so!” 63. Biggest Fear? “Letting people down.” 64. Are you a gossip? “.........No?” 65. Best dramatic movie you've seen? “Thinking face: activate.” 66. Do you like long or short hair? “Hair’s hair!” 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? “Nope-” 68. Favorite school subject? “Art was always fun! Even if you technically never went to class....” 69. Extrovert or Introvert? “Extrovert!” 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? ”I think Thomas has, but not me myself.” 71. What makes you nervous? “Not helping others. ‘We need to talk’ is also pretty nerve wracking.” 72. Are you scared of the dark? “I’m not scared of the dark, I’m scared of what's in the dark.........YES I AM-” 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? “Only if it’s like ‘hey, you used that word wrong and it’s actually really offensive.’“ 74. Are you ticklish? “Please don’t let Virgil know-” 75. Have you ever started a rumor? “It was a very minor rumor that never hurt anyone!” 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? “Does being part of the jury in the courtroom count?” 77. Have you ever drank underage? “I was a very good rule following child!” 78. Have you ever done drugs? ”NO-” 79. Who was your first real crush? “Virgil. By extension, he’s my first boyfriend! Hopefully my only.” 80. How many piercings do you have? ”Nippity nopeity none!” 81. Can you roll your R’s? “Bold of you to assume I can even roll my R’s.” 82. How fast can you type? “Pretty fast!” 83. How fast can you run? “Pretty slow!” 84. What color is your hair? “Already answered this, but it’s sorta like a light salmon? Lightish reddish pink?” 85. What color is your eyes? “Magenta and pink! It’s got a sorta effect to it.” 86. What are you allergic to? “I feel really bad for the people who are allergic!” 87. Do you keep a journal? “Used to, and I still have it!” 88. What do your parents do? “I don’t have parents, try again.” 89. Do you like your age? ”Not sure on how to answer this?” 90. What makes you angry? “Like Mr. Rogers said, people hurting other people.” 91. Do you like your own name? “Why do people like this question so much-” 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? “I have! For a boy, I think I said Aiden, Connor and Jacob. For a girl I went with Faith, Hope and Harmony.” 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? “My child is my child, and I’ll love them regardless of their gender!” 94. What are you strengths? “I’m upbeat, optimistic, and comforting! At least, that’s what I think.” 95. What are your weaknesses? “I don’t like these kind of questions? I don’t wanna dwaddle on the bad bits of myself.....” 96. How did you get your name? ”We all came up with our names during high school! Aisha came up with her name and since we both imaginary friends created in the same year, I stuck with the ‘ending with a’ pattern and got Chelsea!” 97. Were your ancestors royalty? “I don’t even have ancestors-” 98. Do you have any scars? “I’m pretty sure we had this question already-” 99. Color of your bedspread? ”Black and pink!” 100. Color of your room? “My bedroom walls? Well, it’s white.”

#sander sides #sanders sides #sander sides ocs #sanders sides ocs #sanders sides chelsea #chelxiety #anxiety sanders #sanders sides anxiety #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #c!thomas #get to know me uncomfortably well

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wrotetheaboveoftoday · 4 years

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1831 Thurs. 20 January

7 10/..

12 20/..

F46º at 7 10/.., soft damp morning with a little rain while I was out - out at 8 10/.. to the Muette gate Boulevard de Beauséjour and back at 10 10/.. - dressed - 1 5/.. hour reading Le Temps - breakfast in 25 minutes - 15 11 35/.. had my hair done - had 1/2 hour's nap - Letter from Mariana (Leamington) about 12 1/2 - at my desk at one - read my letter - dated 1/2 down the 2nd page from Warren's hotel London 3 pages and the ends and under the seal -

Mention of the death of Mr. John Charles of Newton Kyme - neither of the executors can act with her Mr. Charles (John late the banker) residing out of the kingdom and writes Mrs. Charles to Mariana ‘Mr. Raper you know from his conduct is banished [from] the kingdom’ Death of your old and faithful housekeeper Mrs. Tatham - William Milne not well - inquired after the school recommissioned by Miss MacLean (my poor dear Sibella) Miss Clomels, Yorkgate, much pleased with it - expense till the age of 14 or 15 £100 a year and Mariana will make a sacrifice to send her niece there - of course as I ought to know I have not much to expect from her in the money way

Mr. Willoughby Crewe writes her that the people began to threaten in Cheshire - she had thought much of what I told her about returning to England - I shall most likely be at 'home in July which perhaps is the best place for us to be together in' such a chance as Scarbro' 2 years ago is not to be expected -

“If your aunt's health will admit of a return to England possibly she might sit down comfortably at Shibden - certainly such an arrangement would set you more at liberty than any other, and now that you are in such good luck as to society, and stumbling on eligible companions for seeing all you may desire of other countries, I would certainly have you follow it up - you will not be less inclined to go again, should opportunity offer, and if it should not, it will always be an advantage to both that even one has seen the world"

She thinks 'somehow' the continent will not be long open to us - will 'count the time like a school girl' to July - voila tout on this subject well it is all very well I must make my plans and then tell her them never expecting her advice to help them much - Lady, I mean Mme. de Polignac was a Parkinson daughter says Mariana of the last sister of the present Lord Rancliffe - niece to the Lady of Mrs. Salmon's brother Captain Barrow - from 1 3/4 to 4 25/.. wrote 3 pages and the ends, long, and under the seal, all very small and close to Mariana from 4 1/2 to 6 wrote page 4, and the ends and crossed page 1 and finished my letter to Mrs. William Priestly begun Monday the 10th instant (vide lines 1 and 8 of page 16)

Dinner at 6 10/.. - read the paper - came to my room at 7 1/2 - _twenty five minutes preparing napkin for my cousin came gently between one and two this afternoon - have wrote to Mariana, surprised to find her in London -

"It is impossible ever to count upon anything like fixity in their case, quite as much so as in my own - as to myself, nothing is more settled than when I wrote last - no communication has as yet passed on the subject of returning, between my father and me - but you shall know all as soon as you can - I have no reason, at present, to think my aunt will not be able to bear the journey; tho' it is probably enough, if she does not go next summer, she may never go at all - However, perhaps the chances are, we shall make the attempt - as for my traveling schemes, I see your uncertainty, but I do talk, and must talk of them, because I cannot calculate upon being able to remain comfortably in England - even you yourself, weighing all things justly on the balance, will not, I think, be for my staying longer than necessary beyond the time where we have been as much together as circumstances will permit - my aunt may do very well at Shibden - rien à dire contre - quant à moi, c'est une autre paire de manches - I do not expect the chance of Scarbro' encore, and only ask for 3 weeks, because I think you would have a right to claim the time certain - But we shall see by and by comment tout cela doit d'arranger - as for my 3 possible, just possible traveling companions, I do not count upon any one of them; and all would be very temporary - Lady S- [Stuart] (Gordon) may perhaps be persuaded to go to Spain - Miss Mackenzie is still, I believe, at, or not far from Naples and Miss Pickford is I know not where - and perhaps, after all, [your wid[?]] is as likely as anybody - je n'en sais rien - sufficient till the day etc. etc. and I shall not pother myself by attempting to fin[al] anything till the time comes - I shall be delighted and satisfied to see you, and this will be enough for me -

Poor dear Sibbella! I have lost the ostensible and now, I find, the real object I cared to wait for here; and, I confess, I have felt more than usually unsettled since my last return - I can understand the regret for [totality] - It is a serious thing, more serious than we sometimes fancy, to lose anyone to whom we have been long accustomed - I refuse going anywhere in an evening, for I am not in a humor for it and morning visits I make as seldom as I can - Mrs. Hamilton promised to introduce me to Lady Granville; but she has not yet been called upon for the fulfillment of her promise; and I am in no hurry - now that my mind is almost made up to be off from here in the summer, I am indifferent about things that would otherwise have interested me much - nous verrons - I am not much above concert-pitch; and now that I have done enough of at my accounts for the present (expense of last year not much above thirteen-hundred) I am seriously meditating a return to my little apartment, and turning back to something more mental than the commonplace of rue Godot - By the way, 13 hundreds are more than I wish to spend just now; but, in the status quo, I am quite sure I cannot make less do - economy goes for something in my not visiting this winter, tho' I am not sorry to have this excuse to make to myself"

Mention Kinnersy having changed 5/. for transmitting the money - 'the accounts I have from Briggs are much better than I expected - all my rents were paid' - remember hearing 'my poor dear friend speak of Miss Clomel's (Yorkgate, London) school'. She at one time wished to have her nieces there - 'It is a nice situation, from all I remember about it, a very likely one to suit their people' ask the age of 'Mariana Lajeune' - 'I am glad you think her such a nice girl, and shall be anxious to hear what you determine about her - at her age, she certainly has no time to lose' - ask after Steph - fear she can expect no great advice from that quarter - will inquire about Mme Thomas rue des filles St. Thomas no. 23 Mde des modes - mention have several 2 or 3 times met a lady I should have fancied Mrs. John Raper had I not beheld her to be at St. Bues in Cumberland. Beg Mariana not to forget her French and if she sends little Mariana to Miss Clomel to 'beg that this language may be particularly attended to' - all the rest of my letter chit-chat of no consequence

my letter to Mrs. W. Priestly - chit chat - had received her letter on my return home 'for which I should have made a point of thanking you immediately, had my mind been more at ease' - she would see by the papers the death of my poor friend Miss MacLean 'for the nearness of which I was strangely unprepared - Deceived to the last, she herself was not aware of the real state she was in, till the last 3 or 4 days; and the 1st account that met me on my return was that of her death' - Congratulation on the Sutherlands being returned to Crownest -

'I can easily understand and join in their sentiments on this subject - I am accustomed to give you credit in matters of both of feeling and of judgement; and it is not in this instance that I should be inclined to dissent, in spite of the opinions, the wishes, or the interests of others’

say 'I had a very interesting tour last summer - a week on the Spanish side of the mountains and at the 1st Spanish town found the contrast between the French and Spaniards as striking as that between the French and English on first landing at Calais - from Narbonne to near Marseilles disappointed with the shores of the Mediterrtanian but M- Toulon and Hières made us regret that our arrangements did not allow of our going farther' -

I find my aunt surprisingly well - she had behaved admirably during the revolution, having been much calm and composed than many younger and stronger people - she says she never felt alarmed but once, and that only for a little while when Marmont threatened to blow up the whole street if they did not instantly cease making the barricade, which, however, was completed in the night - we had no fear during the trial of the ex ministers - 100,000 men under arms - sense enough' -

All as quiet here now as the P-s [Priestleys] themselves can be at Lightcliffe - mention Laffitte’s being ruined by the revolution - conclude with

‘I know your time is a thousand (crossing on the 1st page) times better employed than in writing to me, and therefore and therefore only I do not expect to hear from you very soon - If you wait 6 or 7 months, perhaps you may have an opportunity of answering in person - Do not name this to any one but Mr. Priestley because our plans are at this moment not fixed, and therefore not mentioned even to our friends at Shibden - I am too much accustomed to trust to your discretion to doubt it in any case - you may see us both - it depends this time as I told you it did 2 years ago, on my father - I fancy you can read my crossing without much difficulty - I did not wish to write the last sentence where Mrs. Bagnold could read it too easily - my aunt’s kind regards to yourself (had before joined in mine to Mr. Priestley) - and my own, too, and believe me, my dear Mrs. Priestley, affectionately and very truly yours A L- Anne Lister’

dated ‘Friday 21 January 1831’ - from 7 1/2 to 9 1/4 (coffee at 9 20/.. and came to my room at 10 55/..) and from 11 to 11 1/4 wrote all but the first 22 lines of today - did not talk much to my aunt tonight - read her what M- [Mariana] wrote on the subject of our going to Shibden , and said, I took it, that she did not particularly advise but said nothing at all against it - spoke as if hesitating on the subject - but my aunt herself says she thinks it best on all accounts to go - Soft damp disagreeable day - a little rain in the morning while I was out - and gentle rain from about 2 p.m. for a considerable time - F48º now at 11 20/.. p.m. and damp, wet night - raining a little - rainy night -

#anne lister #anne lister code breaker #mariana lawton #eliza priestley #1831 #paris winter 1831

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dazombi3fari3 · 4 years

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Hey doll hey!!! How’s your day/night going? Great I hope. I had a pretty good day … but it’s night now here in Florida and I am starting to hurt pretty badly…. I think I over did it today.

I noticed that I haven’t done any Monthly Beauty Favorites so I thought I’d start a new series for this blog… hope you like it.

Before we start I just wanted to shade with you what I made for dinner tonight! I am so proud of myself. I’ve never made Salmon on my own… I always just order it from a restaurant… but with the national quarantine and all the sit down restaurants being closed I’ve had to step out of my comfort zone and teach myself to cook things I normally would order out! so …. here it is …

Honey lemon Salmon and garlic butter and corn white rice. This dish was so sublime that I don’t think I’ll ever order Salmon when we go out to eat again!

Not all categories will have a high end and drugstore entry. Please Note that I am not sponsored by or affiliated with any of the products or companies that I mention in this blog post. * Warning this will be a long post … just grab a snack, something to drink and settle in … I promise you wont be sorry for reading this post….. Well … Without further ado …let’s get into my April 2020 Beauty Favorites.

Favorite Beauty Store:

Beautylish has got to be my all time favorite place to shop for all things beauty!!

I’ve been shopping at Beautylish for well over 5 years. Their customer service is of the highest quality. Their shipping rate is a flat rate of $5 on all orders (in the US it’s $5 on all orders under $35 anything above $35 is free shipping). The only downside is that they are unable to ship to P.O. boxes. They offer flex payments on orders of $100 or more where you pay a down payment and then they spread the rest of the bill over 3 to 4 payments depending how much the bill comes to. The down payment amount also depends on the amount spent… For example: I just placed an order for $102. I paid $37 as the down payment and the rest was split into 3 equal payments to be due on the 1st of each month. The due date depends on the date of purchase. I tend to pay my flex payments off faster than the allotted time, but it’s great to know I have the 3 months just in case I need them. Beautylish also ships international the the following countries: Australia, Austria, Bahrain, Belgium,Bulgaria, Canada, China, Croatia, Cyprus, Czechia, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, France, Greece, Germany, Hong Kong, Hungary, Indonesia, Ireland, Israel, Italy, Japan, Kuwait, Latvia, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Macau, Malaysia, Malta, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Philippines, Poland, Portugal, Qatar, Romania, Russia, Saudi Arabia, Singapore, Slovakia, Slovenia, South Korea, Spain, Sri Lanka, Sweden, Switzerland, Taiwan, Thailand, UAE, U.K., and U.S. Beautylish carries the following brands:

Aethera Beauty

Allies of Skin

Alphabet Bags

Anastasia Beverly Hills

Anna Sui

Ardell

Artis

ARTISAN&ARTIST

beautyblender

Beautylish Presents

BeautySoClean

BECCA Cosmetics

belif

Benefit Cosmetics

Benjabelle

Billy B

Bioderma

bkr

boscia

Briogeo

Brush Works

Bumble and bumble.

BY TERRY

Caudalie

Charlotte Tilbury

Chemist Confessions

CHIKUHODO

Clean Apothecary

COOLA

COVER | FX

Danessa Myricks Beauty

Dominique Cosmetics

Dr. Barbara Sturm

DUO

Eau Thermale Avène

Embryolisse

EVE LOM

Evian

Farmacy

Glamcor

Good Molecules

Hampton Sun

Herbalore

HoliFrog

Hourglass

ILIA

Indie Lee

Inglot Cosmetics

IT Cosmetics

Jeffree Star Cosmetics

JILL STUART Beauty

Jo Malone London

Jouer Cosmetics

JUNO & Co.

Kevyn Aucoin

Kjaer Weis

Klorane

Koh Gen Do

KOYUDO

La Mer

LASHES IN A BOX

Lilly Lashes

LINA CHOO

Lit Cosmetics

Lixirskin

Lord Jones

Lucas’ Papaw Remedies

MAHALO Skin Care

Make-Up Atelier

Max & Me

May Lindstrom

Mila Moursi

Miss Fame Beauty

Moon Juice

MYKITCO.

Natasha Denona

Naturally Serious

Nomad Noé

Nudestix

Omorovicza

Oribe

Pai Skincare

Parian Spirit

Paw Palette

Peter Thomas Roth

Quintessence Paris

R+Co

Rae Morris

Raincry

RCMA Makeup

ReFa

Rene Furterer

rms beauty

SACHAJUAN

Saint Jane Beauty

Seche

Sisley-Paris

Skin Inc Supplement Bar

Skindinavia

Slip

Smith & Cult

Smith Cosmetics

Sol de Janeiro

Sonia G.

St. Tropez

Stila

Sugarpill Cosmetics

Sulwhasoo

Sunday Riley

Surratt Beauty

Susanne Kaufmann

Suwada

Takahashi Hiroko

Taos AER

TEMPTU

The Beauty Chef

The Brush Guard

The Ordinary.

The Sacred Ritual

TOM FORD

Too Faced

TRIA Beauty

Tweezerman

U Beauty

Uma

UNITS

VDL

Velour Lashes

Vintner’s Daughter

Viseart

Vital Proteins

Vueset

Wayne Goss

ZIIP

Z•Palette

I truly love to shop with them because the take time to package my purchases with care, it never takes more than a week to get my packages (except for now, it’s taking about 2-3 weeks because of the Corona Virus), and they have a great return policy: Their website states that their return policy is: If you are less than completely satisfied with your purchase, you may return your order within 60 days (from the delivery date) for a refund. We regret that we are unable to cover return shipping costs or refund the original shipping and duties charges unless the return was due to our error. Products must be returned in new or gently used condition. If your product arrived either damaged or defective, please contact us right away. Sets/bundles are sold as-is and products cannot be substituted, customized, and/or returned individually.

I’ve never had any issues with their services, in fact there was 1 time around 3 years ago that I ordered something from the brand It Cosmetics and the wrong item was delivered to me, I contact them straight away and they sent me out the product I had originally ordered that same day and as a way to apologize for the mistake they even allowed me to keep the product that I had received in error.

Favorite Amazon Beauty Finds:

Pixnor 5″3″ Stainless Steel Makeup Palette with Spatula Tool $6.99 on Amazon: I am so happy I purchased this!! I use to apply foundation to the back of my hand and then bonce my sponge off my hand … what I found is that this would cause waste of product because some of the foundation would sink into my skin and I would have to use more foundation… now I just apply a few pumps onto the palette and there is zero waste. I also love the spatula because I can use it to scrape moisturizers out of the jar without having to use my fingers. I also use the spatula to mix dew drops into my foundation and now I don’t have a big mess on my hands.

Segbeauty 5.4oz/160ml Continuous Spray Plastic Squirt Bottle With A Fine Mist $14.99 on Amazon: This bottle is a curly hair girls dream!! It provides just the right amount of moisture without over-wetting your hair. It has a 360 degree sprayer and it’s perfect for re-wetting hair in the morning to restyle and freshen up curls. This bottle has changed my hair game for the better.

Every Drop Beauty Spatula $5.89 on Amazon. I’ve always hated the thought that there was still product in the bottom and sides of my products after I’ve run out. I started cutting plastic tubes open to get every last drop on product out but with bottles you just can’t do that. I came across this little baby when I was just browsing the beauty tools section of Amazon one day and thought OH! PERFECT!!! This spatula gets all the way to the bottom, the sides, and even the shoulders of bottles! I now have zero waste with my beauty products. I love this item so much that I have ordered it’s baby sister product the Every Drop Lip Spatula for $5.49 I ordered 2 one for lipsticks and lip glosses and one for concealers and other small wand items. This has truly helped me not waste my money by allowing me to get every last drop of product out of their containers.

Favorite Makeup Tool:

Face Halo Makeup Remover Pads: $17.60 for a 3 pack on Amazon. This little puppy is the perfect accompaniment to my vastly growing Eco-friendly arsenal. I find that I do not use as much of my Bioderma now because I am not using it to take off my makeup before I use it as my first cleanse…. 1 round is enough to completely remove all of my makeup from my face, neck, and ear lobes! You just soak it with warm water and remove your makeup… and it does remove 100% of my makeup, including lash glue! I just simply wash it after every use and it dries quickly too. I highly recommend this if you are looking for a way to reduce your carbon foot print on the planet!

Favorite Makeover Product:

Schwarzkopf Keratin Permanent Hair Color Cream in the shade 4.6 Intense Cocoa $9.97 on Amazon (but Amazon only allows you to purchase 1 so I ordered 3 more from Walgreens.com buy 2 get 1 free for the same price). This was the first time I used this product and I’ve gotta tell ya … This has got to be the BEST boxed hair color on the market. It has Anti-Breakage Technology called K·BOND-PLEX technology (that repairs inner hair structure) and a Pre-Color Serum (that leaves your hair looking healthy and strong, with less hair breakage). It also doesn’t have that harsh hair dye smell to it. In fact my hair smelled so good that it was like I had just simply washed my hair. The conditioner it comes with left my hair so smooth and soft and fluffy. I believe they use the same technology as Olaplex does because my hair felt as if I had just done an Olaplex treatment to it. This will definitely be a product I repurchase again and again.

Favorite Candle:

Bath and Body Works Vanilla Bean Noel 3 Wick Candle: This sadly is my last Vanilla Bean Noel candle… I purchase this scent every year at Christmas time … I stock up when they have their holiday sale and typically purchase 20 of them… it’s just the best scent ever

Favorite Body Care Item:

Nivea Essentially Enriched Body Lotion with Almond Oil $5 at Walmart for 16.9 Fluid Ounces: I use to use Bath and Body Works body creams but with my Fibromyalgia I tend to get very sensitive itchy skin and have noticed that the Bath and Body Works creams would aggravate my already sensitive skin … So on a whim I picked this up a few months ago. Firstly a little of this goes a long way. It’s very creamy and very hydrating and has a soft Almond scent to it. It sinks in quickly and doesn’t leave me body feeling greasy. I’m pleasantly surprised at how wonderful this product is.

Favorite Hair Care Item:

Olaplex No 6 Bond Smoother $28 for 3.3 fluid ounces at Sephora and No 7 Bonding Oil $28 for 1 fluid ounces at Sephora: These two products work together you add a few drops of the oil into the smoother and mix it together. I use this once about ever few days to revive my curls… since I don’t wash my hair everyday I need something to help my curls revive. I typically only wash my hair 1 time a week since I don’t put any hair products into my hair. This not only smells amazing, it leaves my hair soft and replenished and defines my curls when they start to go a bit frizzy. A little bit goes along way I only use a quarter sized amount of the smoother and about 5 drops of the oil. This is another item that has seriously upped my curly girl hair game.

Favorite Movie : (I know this isn’t beauty related, but I take my movie time to do my spa treatments … so I included it as a favorite.)

Synopsis: When Cecilia’s abusive ex takes his own life and leaves her his fortune, she suspects his death was a hoax. As a series of coincidences turn lethal, Cecilia works to prove that she is being hunted by someone nobody can see. This was a very well thought out movie with lots of twists and turns. Highly Recomend.

Favorite Spa Day Item:

Revolution Skincare x Jake-Jamie Avocado Face Mask $11 for 1.6 ounces at Ulta: This mask is amazingly moisturizing. I use it once a week and my skin feels heavenly afterwards.

Favorite Skincare Item:

I tried a ton of skincare in the month of April and there were several things that I loved but I would have to say that my all time favorite item(s) are as follows:

My 2 whole face (including eyes) serum routine: #1. Good Molecules Super Peptide Serum $12 for 1 fluid ounce through Beautylish (it’s also sold on the Good Molecules website) and it’s function is to target fine lines, wrinkles, and dullness. #2. Good Molecules Hyaluronic Acid Serum $6 for 1 fluid ounce through Beautylish (it’s also sold on the Good Molecules website) and it’s function is to replenish your skin’s moisture by drawing moisture into the skin for deep hydration. My skin has never looks this good since I was in my teens. Both these serums are light weight and sink into the skin quickly and you only need 1/2 a dropper for your full face and neck … I also use whatever is left on my hands to rub into my hands as sort of a treat for my hands.

La Roche-Posay Anthelios Ultra Light Face Sunscreen Fluid Broad Spectrum SPF 60: $29.99 for 1.7 fluid ounces and I purchase mine through Amazon. Ever since I starting using this sunscreen I have decluttered all other facial sunscreens. This is the perfect consistency for me. It’s light weight and hydrating. It sinks into the skin amazingly fast. It doesn’t interfere with my makeup application and it doesn’t have that sunscreen scent. BONUS: It’s a 60+ sunscreen which is the ideal level of protection for the face.

Favorite Face Primer:

Tarte Timeless Smoothing Primer $39 for .5 ounces at Ulta and Sephora: I typically switch up my face primers every day or two but the one that I use everyday is this one. It just fills in my pores so well that I reach for it time and time again over all of my pore primers.

Favorite High End Foundation:

Charlotte Tilbury Airbrush Flawless Foundation $44 for 1 fluid ounce through Beautylish (but can also be purchased through Sephora and the Charlotte Tilbury website). As I said in my haul of this item this is such a beautiful foundation. I just can’t stop looking at my face anytime I’m wearing it. This full coverage foundation leaves my skin looking youthful and flawless. It plays well with dew drops mixed in and plays well with any primer. I will always have this foundation in my collections.

Favorite Drug Store Foundation:

Believe Beauty Skin Finish Foundation: $5 for .85 fluid ounces only at Dollar General Stores. This foundation surprised me I truly didn’t believe that this was going to be a good foundation, however it is a FANTASTIC foundation and is is a medium to full coverage. This is a semi-dewy foundation. What I mean is it’s just dewy enough to give you that youthful look without being to extreme. It lasts all day and doesn’t break down. I hope they never stop making this foundation!

Favorite High End BB/CC/Tinted Moisturizer:

Tarte Maracuja Tinted Moisturizer $29 for 1 fluid ounce of product at Ulta. This is a super dewy product but not in a greasy sort of way. It’s light coverage and sets with powder nicely. This is such a beautiful product.. so much so that I purchased a back up just in case they pull it off the shelves. I find that it’s best to apply this one with your fingers since it’s such light coverage that using a sponge with soak it all up and using a brush will leave it looking streaky.

Favorite Concealer:

NYX Born to Glow Radiant Concealer $9 for .14 fluid ounces at Ulta. This is such a beautiful concealer! It doesn’t settle into my fine lines as long as I set it straight away upon application. It doesn’t crack throughout the day. A little tiny bit is all you need. It’s full coverage without being super thick. It gives an amazing glow to the under eye that can still be seen even after you set it with powder. I’d probably go out on a limb and say this may be my favorite concealer all year.

Favorite Cream Bronzer/Contour: I wont be having 2 categories for this one… mainly because I don’t have a drug store option for this category as of yet, I have since purchased a drug store option today.

Charlotte Tilbury Hollywood Contour Wand in the shade 2 Medium/Dark $38 for .41 fluid ounces purchased through Beautylish (but can be purchased at Sephora and the Charlotte Tilbury website). I can’t believe I am saying that this is my favorite!! I have loved the Chanel Soleil De Chanel cream bronzer for so long that I didn’t think anything would ever replace it! Sad to say the Chanel bronzer was discontinued and a new cream bronzer replaced it … it looks more hydrating than the one I have so I’m keen to try it however … let’s talk Hollywood Contour Wand shall we!? This is the first cream contour product I’ve ever tried (bronze to me didn’t seem as scary as cream contour did). It is easy to use, easy to blend in, and gives the skin a natural looking contour. This is a light weight very pigmented product. You don’t get much product for the price tag, however a very little goes a very long way. I use 1 squeeze ever 2 days (it’s a sponge tipped applicator so the product stays in the sponge… I just squeeze 1 time and have enough product left over on the sponge that the next day I just have to dot what remains over the perimeter of my face. Unlike the Chanel bronzer this product doesn’t disrupt my foundation underneath. I love this product so much that I place an order today for a back up.

Favorite Matte Bronzer/Contour:

Mac Bronzing Powder in the shade matte bronze: $30 for .35 ounces of product. I’ve had this compact for probably way too long because it’s starting to get hard pan, so I scraped the hard pan off … the powder works fine. The picture of the hand on the left is without flash and the one on the right is with flash. It’s just the perfect everyday natural looking bronzer. You can’t over do it with this bronzer since it’s so light of coverage. I always love my look when I’m wearing this one.

Favorite Glowy Bronzer :

Tarte Limited Edition Park Ave Princess Waterproof Face & Body Bronzer $34 for .55 ounces of product at Ulta. I do love a good glowy bronzer and this one does not disappoint! It’s the perfect shade, has just the right amount of glow without having shimmer to it … it’s just this glow from within! I just love how my skin looks with this bronzer on.

Favorite Dewy Primer:

Charlotte Tilbury Hollywood Flawless Filter in the shade #3 Light/Medium $44 for 1.01 fluid ounces on the Beautylish website (can also be purchased from Sephora or the Charlotte Tilbury website). Ever since getting this product in I have not been able to put it down! It’s freaking amazing!!! AMAZING! It has just enough of a tint that this could be worn alone for “No Makeup” makeup days and has the perfect amount of glow without having any shimmer to it. 1 swipe per zone is all you need of this primer. It’s not sticky or greasy and it does hold foundation nicely.

Favorite Cream Highlighter:

Charlotte Tilbury Hollywood Beauty Light Wand $39 for .41 fluid ounces on the Beautylish website (can also be purchased from Sephora or the Charlotte Tilbury website). I have tried many cream highlighters and hate every single one, until this one came into my life! This highlighter is just magical! It doesn’t disrupt the foundation under neither, it melts into the skin seamlessly, and it has no glitter to it… just a natrual looking glow. The glow can still be seen even after setting it with powder! I haven’t been able to stop using it because I’m so in love with it.

Favorite High End Face Powder:

Too Faced Born This Way Ethereal Setting Powder in the shade Translucent $33 for .53 ounces of product at Ulta and Sephora. This powder has the most beautiful finish ever! It give a slight glow to the skin without looking like glitter or shimmer. This one has taken the place of my beloved Laura Mercier Loose Setting Powder in my heart. I just never want to be without it!!! It doesn’t take much of this powder to set the full face either. I tap 3 shakes into the cap and that sets my full face! It even looks amazing under the eyes.

Favorite Drug Store Face Powder:

Believe Beauty Matte Blur Loose Powder in the shade Translucent $5 for .14 ounces of product sold only at Dollar General. This is such a light weight powder that sets the face flawlessly. It is matte but doesn’t leave the face looking cakey or dry. It even looks good under the eyes. I have repurchased this 2 time since discovering it and I have 2 back ups.

Favorite High End Finishing and Touch Up Setting Powder:

Charlotte Tilbury Airbrush Flawless Finish Setting Powder $45 for .28 ounces of product on the Beautylish website (can also be purchased at Sephora and on the Charlotte Tilbury website). This gives the prettiest soft focus to the face and doesn’t change the look of your makeup when you touch up with it. I find on days that I wear this one as a finishing powder I don’t have to touch up at all. I don’t quiet like this one as a setting powder, just as a finishing powder and touch up powder and sad to say I have hit pan … this is the most expensive pressed powder I own but it’s so worth it and I will definitely be repurchasing it when I’ve finished it.

Favorite Drug Store Finishing and Touch Up Setting Powder:

JCat Beauty AquaSurance Compact Foundation $13.99 for .31 ounces of product at Ulta. This is a spot on dupe for the Charlotte Tilbury Airbrush Flawless Finish Setting Powder. It’s basically a fuller coverage version and I can use it to set my set as well and I never have to touch up at all when I use this powder.

Favorite Powder Highlighter:

Benefit Boxed Highlighter in the shade Cookie $30 for .28 ounces of product at Ulta and Sephora. OH BABY! This highlighter is so pretty and little is all you need. This is a beaming highlighter so definitely not for low maintenance makeup day but add this to your full glam look and watch out…. it’s the perfect highlighter to be noticed in.

Favorite Blush:

Tarte 12-HR Amazonian Clay Blush in the shade Captivating $29 for .2 ounce of product at Ulta and Sephora. This is the best just pinched shade I’ve ever owned. I wore it a ton in April and for good reason. It goes with everything from “No Makeup” makeup looks to full on glam looks. It lasts all day and is probably my all time favorite blush shade.

Favorite Lip Combo:

L’Oreal Rouge Signature Lightweight Matte Lip Stain ($5.99 at Ulta) in the shade 448 I-Tease (a soft taupey pink matte) a few dots of Makeup Geek Creme Stain ($11.99 on their website) in the shade Jitterbug (an intense coral matte) a touch of NARS Lip Gloss ($24 on the NARS website) in the shade Stripe Tease (Sheer champagne nude). This makes the perfect shade for every look. I’ve worn this only for the past few days of April but I can already tell it will be worn a ton in the month of May.

Favorite Powder to Set My Under Eyes:

Laura Mercier Secret Brightening Powder $28 for .14 ounces of product at Ulta and Sephora. This just leaves the under eyes looking flawless and it sets every concealer I own except the Dermablend concealer (that concealer is just too heavy and took emollient that nothing really sets it and I would return it but I lost the uni-carton it came in so Ulta wont take it back). I wish this came in a larger jar because I just know I will be repurchasing this over and over. It gives this soft focus glow to the under eye area that isn’t shimmery or glittery … just a sort of glow from within look.

Favorite Brow Pencil:

Benefit Precisely My Brow Pencil $24 at Ulta and Sephora for .27 ounces of product. I have purchased this pencil 2 time since discovering it and I have 1 back up. This is just the most effortless brow product ever. I almost never have a bad brow day when I use this pencil. It’s a definite recommend in my book.

Favorite Brow Gel:

Believe Beauty Eyebrow Styling Gel $4 for .2 ounces of product sold only at Dollar General. Even though it’s only got .2 ounces of product this brow gel lasts a long time. You only need 1 pass of the wand to fully set your brow. It is never crunchy and never goes flaky. The picture is of my back ups … this sucker goes fast at the store so I pick up 2 or 3 every time I go to Dollar General so I never run out. I adore this one so much that I never reach for my other brow gels.

Favorite High End Eye Shadow Palette:

Too Faced Born This Way The Natural Nudes Eyeshadow Palette $45. It has 8 matte shades and 8 shimmer shades and you get .48 total ounces of product and is sold at Ulta and Sephora. Some of my all time favorite looks this past month have come from this palette! I just adore it so much. Too Faced really hit it out of the park with this one.

Favorite Drug Store Eye Shadow Palette: (I have 3, 1 is a bit more pricier, 1 is mid-ranged and the other is super inexpensive)

ColourPop Bare Necessities 30 Pan Eyeshadow Palette $34 on the ColourPop website. I have created so many beautiful neutral eye looks with this palette! With 30 shades I never get bored of this one.

Believe Beauty Eyeshadow Palette in the color story: Nearly Nude $5 only sold at Dollar General. It’s just simple an amazing palette. I was highly impressed with this one. I got a few looks out of it and it’s the perfect size for travel.

Catrice Basic Bae Eyeshadow Palette $14.99 at Ulta. This was the first thing I ever tried from Catrice and I was super impressed! The shadows are super pigmented and blend like a dream.

Favorite Eye Liner:

Charlotte Tilbury The Classic Powder Eye Pencil in the shade Audrey $22 on the Beautylish website (but can also be purchased at Sephora and on the Charlotte Tilbury website). Now this one was a surprise to me. I hated this pencil when I first tried it…. I could never get it to work… Well I finally figured it out and I am in love. It gives such a effortless look to the eyes when I use it. This will be a repurchase when I run out.

Favorite Mascara:

Milani Dangerous Lengths 3D Mascara regularly $9.99 nut currently on sale for $7.49 at Ulta. This is another item that surprised me but ever since I’ve been conditioning my lashes with the Jamaican Black Castor Oil my lashes have been looking so nice and combined with the mascara I just fell in love…. I can’t believe I have a favorite mascara and it’s, for the first time in years, not the L’Oreal voluminous Carbon Black!!! This just gives a nice fluffy airy look to the lashes.

Favorite Inner Corner Highlight:

Hikari Creme Pigment in the shade Honey Dew $15 on their website. I have been using this for a few years now but I just can’t seem to stay away. It just give the prettiest lilt to the inner corners.

Favorite Setting Spray: (I have 2 this month)

ColourPop Hyaluronic Acid Setting Mist $12 for 3.72 fluid ounces of product at Ulta and on the ColourPop website. This setting spray smells like the beach and leaves the skin looking dewy and healthy. It holds your makeup fairly well … I don’t really need a setting spray that will hold my makeup on until the wee hours of the morning, I just need a spray that will take down the powderiness of freshly applied makeup. I’ve been using this bottle for 2 months and I’m almost out of it. This makes me sad because it’s sold out everywhere. I think this may just be my favorite setting spray of the year.

Belif Aqua Bomb Mist $34 for 2 2.02 fluid ounces of product on the Beautylish website (but can also be purchased at Ulta and Sephora). This one adds tons of hydration to the skin and I love it as a touch up spray too. Lately I have been using it in combination with the other setting spray just to add a bit more hydration to my under eye area.

Favorite Find of the Year So Far:

HonHey Portable Hand Held Rechargeable Fan. $13 on Amazon. I purchased this back in the beginning of March but it has quickly become my favorite beauty extra! It helps me dry my setting spray and lash glue. It also helps keep me cooler when the hot lights of my makeup table start to make me over heat. It has a great charge life as well.

Well … We have reached the end dolls. Thank you ever so much for hanging in there with this post …. I know it was a long one … but this is the flagship post of this series and I thought I should be as thorough as possible with at least the first in the series… Now that’s not to say I wont have heaps of favorites in any given month, but I may just have a few favorites in other months too.

Well that’s all for now dolls. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night and that your spirits are high and your health is good! Remember dolls, Save a spoon for a bit of lipstick.

XOXO

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