#and then her moms like teehee ^_^ so many things happen between girls! which just sounds she got some girlfriends back in the dayyyyyyyy

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Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 12: All I Want for Christmas

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Author’s note: Hiiiiii, so I honestly have no idea what happened to the post scheduled for earlier, but Tumblr has always been a little b*tch so I’m not surprised lmao. This version isn’t as well edited as the one that disappeared, so please excuse any slips (it’s late and I’m kind of drunk so teehee). ANYWAY! Happy Holidays, everyone! Thank you so much for everything you do for me. From the bottom of my heart, I love you all :’)

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Masterlist

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Saturday December 13, 2008

With the holiday season comes all things festive; from brilliant and twinkling lights wrapped around post lamps, to an army of nutcracker statuettes that line town square, and finally that wishful little mistletoe hung above a few select archways and unsuspecting doorframes. There’s a different attitude that floats in the air during this time of year, an unexplainable elation swirled in with a dash of mild intensity.

You’ll never see more people in one place than at the mall, when everyone is on a mission to find that perfect gift, maybe even the perfect outfit for the office Christmas party with the cheap wine, or something of a school dance that may or may not be the social event of the year (unless you’re a senior, then prom is most definitely the only thing to look forward to).

“Why can’t I see it?” Harry pouts, peeking into the gaps of the brown Bloomingdale’s paper bag. 

She rolls her eyes; this is probably the eighth time in twenty minutes he’s asked her. For some reason he’d been under the impression that he’d get to see her try it on. Much to his dismay (but to her amusement), however, it had been a quick and easy pick up from the alterations department on the third floor. “Because I’m your girlfriend, and I said you can’t.”

Harry frowns slightly, eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t really see a correlation between those two statements, although. . .” He backs her against a wall, hands finding their place on the curves of her hips. A cheeky grin replaces his former expression, dimples making their indents on either side of his mouth. “I do like it when you call yourself my girlfriend.” 

Humming, she tilts her head to the side and wraps her arms around his middle. He swallows when she grazes the tip of her nose to his, his mouth parting in anticipation. They’re close enough that he can easily smell her strawberry lip balm. “Yeah?” she speaks meekly. The radiant look in her eyes makes his heart beat thrice its usual rhythm. He nods in response, just about ready to lean down.

Of course, timing has never been their strongest point, and Harry’s phone rings annoyingly from the pocket of his North Face. He sighs, dropping his head down, eyes squeezing shut when he sees the name lit up on the screen. “Are you gonna answer that, or should I?” Y/n giggles, snatching his cell from between his fingers. He shakes his head and pleads her not to pick it up, but she flips the cover open and brings it right to her ear. “Hi, Anne!” 

There’s a string of mumbles from under his breath. He had assumed that they’d be free from interruptions once they’d finally gotten together, but time and time again (an average of three times a week, he’s noticed) there’s always someone out to mess with him. The other day, Mason had squirmed his way between them while they were cuddled up under her favorite fluffy blanket, and Harry had only taken notice when he turned to peck her on the cheek only to end up with half his face covered in peanut butter frosting (his girlfriend––and he really can’t stress enough how happy the title makes him––thought it was absolutely hilarious).

“Yeah, we’re just about finished. . .” She playfully pushes his face to the side when he gives her another pout. “Okie dokie, we’ll be out in a sec. . .see you in a bit!” The call ends with the clap of the main screen against the keypad. She gives him a toothy grin and rises to the tips of her toes to press a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. “Let’s go?” 

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She’s on her bed when Cici barges into her room, a tote full of clothes hanging off her shoulder that she then drops by the closet door. “Where’s your knight with shining curls?” her best friend snorts as she plops herself down on her bed. She’d texted earlier saying that she would be hiding at the Y/l/n residence to escape the arrogance of her visiting aunt’s family. 

Y/n looks up from flipping through her latest issue of Teen Vogue. “I think he should be here quarter of.” He’d left over two hours ago to help his mom and sister decorate their Christmas tree. 

“I see you got your dress,” Cici notices, reaching for the bag by her nightstand. She pulls the stapled edges apart with an approving look from Y/n, then pulls out the garment until the bag falls back to the floor. “Oh damn!” she whistles, kneeing the mattress as she holds it up. “Has Harry seen this yet?”

“I’ve literally done everything in my power to avoid that,” she mutters, falling back against her pile of pillows. The implications of not going to the dance with her boyfriend hadn’t registered with her until yesterday when Zoey had showed him the exact corsage that she wanted him to get her. Now she feels almost sick thinking about Zoey’s perfectly manicured and deadly nails racking around her boyfriend’s body while she forces him to dance. And maybe that’s why she doesn’t want Harry to see her dress just yet, she wants to surprise him the day of because the petty part of her wants to send Zoey a clear message. 

Cici snorts loudly, laying down next to her, and both girls just stare up at the ceiling. “If you want my honest opinion, I think you should just go together. So, what if a few people get butt hurt? Do you really want to see that bitch try to make moves on him?” 

“Obviously not, but. . .” she lets out a long sigh. “Jasper.” She keeps having to remind herself that she’s Jasper’s date, and it just wouldn’t be fair to him if she were to be an absent companion. “He keeps saying how excited he is for this, and I don’t know Ci. I don’t have the heart to tell him that I don’t want to go formal with him, let alone that the reason being that I want to go with my boyfriend of what? Two weeks now?” She’s given this whole lot of thought, really, she has! Sure, the easiest solution would be to call off her date with Jasper, but she doesn’t want him to think that he was only a stand in for Harry until they finally admitted their feelings. No one should be subjected to that kind of impairing thought. 

“You’re being way being too nice––maybe the pope will canonize you one day. ‘Saint Y/n’ patron saint of the criminally kind.” 

She pulls a pillow from behind and whacks the side of her friend’s head, who then whacks her back with just as much force. “Stop being so dramatic, this isn’t Gossip Girl.”

“And it’s a travesty,” Cici tuts, but her eyes start to twinkle as she loses herself in thought. “If it were, I’d be Mrs. Nathaniel Fitzwilliam Archibald by now. Don’t you think Chace Crawford and I would make the most beautiful babies?”

“They’ll have the best eyebrows, that’s for sure.”

“Right!?”

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Friday December 19, 2008

The last day before the winter formal––and furthermore the last day until winter break–– and it’s all the students of Ashwood can talk about. At every turn, all that can be heard is who’s attending with who or what designer their dress is from. Almost all of their classes have resorted to study halls since apparently no one can stay focused for more than five minutes at a time, which really is stupid since midterms are scheduled only two weeks after they come back. 

On the plus side, since they’re screening Home Alone 2 in Spanish, it at least distracts the rest of the class while she and Harry giggle to themselves in the back-left corner of the room. During the beginning of their relationship, they had at least tried to remain discreet so as to avoid all the theories of conspiracy from the school’s notorious gossips over at the Ashwood Almanac. As the final days of the year dwindle down, however, all precautions to keep everything on the down-low have disintegrated, and they’ve probably shared a few not-so-private (though none have ever been in front of a grand audience. . .about five people, max) smooches when they part ways after a long history lesson with Mr. Noone.  

“As in right in the nuts?” he laughs through the question, his arm wrapped around the back of her chair as his fingers tread through loose locks. She’s telling him all about how Mason had thrown a snowball, which had actually ended up having a moderately sized rock lodged in there somehow, directly between Jeremy’s legs. And yeah, he does feel bucket loads of sympathy because he can’t even count how many times he’s had a football to the groin in his years of being an athlete, but he’s more so charmed by how animated she is when she talks about her family.  

“I don’t know how he did it, but then Dad went completely cross-eyed when it hit him. Like this.” For a split second, she’s able to mimic his reaction and it has him trying to contain his amusement with her shoulder before Señora Gustavo can scold them for being too disruptive. 

After a few moments settled within a comfortable silence, enough time for them to let Jeremy’s many woes fade from consciousness, their eyes meet again, and he just smiles at her. It’s one of those sappy lovesick smiles that would have surely made her knees buckle had she not already been sitting down. 

“So, Mum’s Christmas Eve party, you’re all going, right?” he asks, his thumb grazing the side of her arm. For as long as he can remember, Anne’s been hosting this party every year without fail. He supposes it started when she and his dad were still together––maybe even before then––since he’s seen pictures from the early nineties before even Gemma was born. Even when they’d moved to the States, his mum has always been the sociable sort, so during that first year away from Holmes Chapel had been filled with the company of their neighbors and over a dozen of her colleagues. This time around, Harry’s excitement is beyond a scale’s capacity because his granddad is flying in to celebrate with them. After all their long phone calls, he’ll finally be able to introduce him to the girl he’s been gushing over for months. 

Y/n nods eagerly. “And I already know what I’m making,” she says. There were a few options that she toyed with before falling asleep until ultimately deciding on one special dessert that she sure hopes will be a crowd pleaser come the 24th. It’s something that in theory she knows how to make, but it’ll require a few test runs and backups since she’s aiming for nothing less than perfection. “Your mom mentioned it during Thanksgiving, so I really hope she’ll like it!”

“Don’t want you going through too much trouble. Mum will like anything you make. Went on and on about those pumpkin spice cookies you brought around the house Sunday.” 

“I know, but. . .” Her lips curl inward and trap themselves between her teeth. She looks down into her lap, fingers messing with a stray thread where her skit had been hemmed. “I just. . .I don’t know. Do you think she’s mad––okay, not mad, but you know. . .annoyed––at me for the whole Jasper-Zoey thing? You keep saying it isn’t, but it’s a hundred percent my fault that we’re not going together.”   

“Baby, no. Don’t say that,” Harry frowns, and he doesn’t realize the new endearment to have tumbled off the tip of his tongue. “This whole dance thing doesn’t mean anything anyway, and it definitely doesn’t change this.” He gestures between the two of them, a lopsided smile spread from cheek to cheek. 

Her eyes narrow as she crosses her arms. “You’re being all cheesy because you want me to kiss you again.”

A loud scoff erupts from the back of his throat, and Señora Gustavo glares up from her laptop to give him another warning. There’s a moment when his face impersonates annoyance (but his arm still remains around her frame), and he begrudgingly turns his attention to Kevin McCallister wreaking havoc on his two unmatched foes. She does the same, but from the corner of her eye she sees the way his mouth plays with his words. In her head, she counts backwards from five, holding in a smirk as the numbers dwindle down. Harry pouts to himself, before he turns back to her. 

“Are my chances high, at least?”  

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Saturday December 20, 2008 

“Sweetheart, you look so beautiful!” Liv gushes as she brushes Y/n’s hair back, standing behind her in front of the vanity’s mirror. Y/n looks at herself carefully, her lips pulled up but pressed firmly together. The day has finally arrived, and she doesn’t think she can feel any more anxious than she does right now. Half her hair is pulled back while the rest is curled into the soft waves that fall just beneath her shoulders. Her dress is hung to the side, the sequins almost blinding as they reflect in the bathroom light. 

They’d spent the last two hours doing her hair and makeup, which Liv had insisted she do herself since aside from dentistry and orthodontics, is probably her second passion in life. There’s a story she always likes to tell, about how she’d worked for a beauty salon during college for some extra cash but had ended up staying all four years because she found the whole transformation process to be exciting for both herself and her clients.

“I remember my first high school dance,” her mom continues, and she takes the dress off the hanger and signals for Y/n to stand up. “Now, my dress wasn’t nearly as form-fitting as yours. I mean, what do you expect from the 80s?” She chuckles lightly, shaking her head as she remembers exactly what she wore in her freshman year. Y/n braces herself against the wall as she steps into the pooled dress. “Philip Russo had asked me, and boy oh boy, was he something.”

Y/n snorts as she holds the lace fabric to her chest. “Does Dad know you still think about your high school boyfriend?”

Liv rolls her eyes, zipping the back up with one firm pull. “Oh of course, I talk about him every night before bed. You know what, honey? If I hadn’t met you, I would probably be living in Austin with Philip Russo and our seven kids. It makes for great pillow talk.”

“Did someone call me?” Jeremy’s voice calls from the master bedroom. Followed by his much shorter shadow, he saunters into the bathroom. 

Mason scampers past his dad and wraps his arms around his sister’s legs. “You look like a princess!” he giggles, picking at one of the beads. 

“You really think so, Mase?” she smiles, cupping his cheeks in her hand so he can look up at her. 

The little boy nods furiously. “Yeah! And that means Harry’s your prince, right? Because the prince and princess always kiss each other, right? You and Harry kissed yesterday! I saw it!” He even looks to Liv for support. “Right, Mommy?”

Y/n digs her nails into her palms. The three of them had agreed to keep Mason upstairs when Jasper picks her up just to avoid all awkwardness if her brother wonders where Harry might be. That’s not to say that her parents are completely on board with the idea of this bizarre arrangement. Jeremy had been quite vocally against it because he much rather send his daughter off with a boy he’s come to know and like, rather than. . .well, he’s never met this other boy, so that’s already a red flag in his book. 

“Now what I want to know is why you were snooping on your sister and Harry, huh?” she counters, hands on her hips and toe tapping with parental flare. 

“Because Daddy said I have to keep an eye on them when he’s not home.”

Jeremy’s jaw just drops. “You little traitor,” he grumbles, glaring down at his son. “I told you not to tell the girls about our little secret.”

“Secret secrets are no fun unless you share with everyone!”

“Enough out of you.” Jeremy lifts the boy up and places him over his shoulder. It’s now that he’s able to get a good look at his daughter, his not so little girl. Y/n notices a glisten in his eyes the longer he studies her.

“Dad,” she whines, “remember you said you wouldn’t be dramatic?” 

“I know, I know, but. . .” He twirls her around, a couple times before taking in her full image once more. “First, it's just a school dance, then it’s your wedding day. Jesus Christ, I’m getting old.”

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The theme of this year’s winter formal is Winter Wonderland, and despite its cliché nature, student council and the decorations committee had managed to transform the events hall into somewhat of a festive paradise. There’s fake snow falling gracefully in the backdrop at the photographer’s station, where some of the more smitten couples strike their cutest poses as their arms wrap around the other’s figures. Dressed to the nines in their best attire, a few students are already swaying to the DJ’s soundtrack, while others mingle in groups by the punch bowl. 

Harry is somewhat part of the latter category, his one hand occupied with his untouched beverage, the other buried deep in his pocket as he stands stiffly at Zoey’s side. She’s bragging about the price tag on her dress, gushing over how her daddy bought it right from the designer himself. “And he totally gave me his number and said I could stop by the New York office any time.”

“Bunch of bollocks,” Harry snorts into his cup, the fruity red liquid just barely grazing his top lip. 

Zoey turns around, a sickeningly sweet and glossy smile greeting him. “What was that?” she asks, far too perky in her mannerisms, in his opinion.   

“Nothing.” He takes a long sip for no other reason than to keep himself distracted. It works for a few more minutes, with him only participating in their conversation when he’s directly addressed, or if Zoey wants another damn refill of water. 

Now, he isn’t quite sure what had possessed him to ask Zoey, of all the girls he could have chosen, to the dance. It was right after Y/n had told him she’d be going with Jasper, and he’d gone outside to clear his head. Who was the first (okay, second, but Señora Gustavo does not count) person he’d run into? The decision had been made in a split second, and for fuck’s sake his biggest regret is not taking a few more to think about it. 

“Harry!” He turns on his heel at the call of his name, the first genuine smile of the night cheering up his downcast features when he sees Cici and Maxxie arrive through the doors. Excusing himself, he all but runs to them, enveloping both in a hug that’s filled with every bit of relief. 

“Oh, thank god,” he sighs. “She’s driving me up the walls.” 

Cici looks over his shoulder, brow raised as she glares at the redhead. “Are those next season’s Christian Louboutin’s? Unbelievable!”

“Jealousy is not a good look on you,” Maxxie teases, poking her side. “I’m not jealous. Just annoyed that the nasty ones always get first serve. And it’s honestly super annoying that she looks kind of good.”

“She’s beautiful. . .” Harry says suddenly, and both Maxxie and Cici gasp at his confession. The latter smacks his chest, and steam practically flares from her nostrils because she’s always had that protective instinct. Maxxie is more sensible, however, and he follows the line of Harry’s gaze right the source. It’s then he takes it upon himself to turn their friend around.

“What are you–”

It’s a scene right out of a movie as Y/n steps through the door, gently shielding her eyes as one of the moving spotlights casts down on her. Her dress reflects a light just as strong, and it manages to catch the attention of a majority of those around. She searches for something, fingers fiddling at her front as she looks unsurely through the room. It’s when she sees the three of them that she smiles widely. 

“Guys!” she waves to them, lifting the skirt of her dress as she jogs over. “Oh my gosh, Ci! You look amazing!” she squeals, hugging her friend. 

“I know.” Cici has never been one to maintain modesty, but it’s one of the reasons why Y/n loves her. “But look at you! Oh my god, you look like Hilary Duff.”

“That seems to be the consensus apparently,” she blushes. She gives Maxxie a kiss on the cheek, giggling when he whispers something in her ear. It earns him a pinch to his side, and he playfully huffs as he directs himself and Cici to one of the empty tables. 

It just leaves her and Harry. 

He has to resist the urge to reach out.

“You look. . .wow,” he’s at a loss for words. 

Her eyes fall to their feet. “Still trying to get that kiss, I see.” And maybe she wishes she didn’t have to pretend like she doesn’t want to. It happens so quickly that she would’ve missed it she wasn’t paying any attention. His lips press against hers in a kiss. . .or maybe more appropriately a peck. But as her eyes flutter open, she’s met with a cheeky smile to top off an expression that constantly reminds her how in love she is with the boy in front of her. 

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She thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to see Zoey hang off her boyfriend like some pathetic sloth until right at this very moment. And she knows she shouldn’t let it all get to her because Harry had assured her over a dozen times over the phone that she’d be the only person he’ll be paying any attention to, but she really can’t help but feel mildly insecure. She hasn’t even had the chance to tell him how handsome he looks because Zoey had abruptly whisked him away as soon as Mariah Carey had started playing through the speakers. Take that, and the fact that Jasper had finally found his way to her after he’d talked to a few friends by the entrance. 

The car ride here had been a bit awkward, if she’s being honest. Jeremy hadn’t been so successful in keeping Mason upstairs, and the little boy had even been the one to open the door because he had been anticipating a completely different face. “You’re not–” Luckily, Liv had been there to cover his mouth before he could say anything more. “Kids! Am I right?” And after a few quick snaps from her mom’s camera, they were off in his dad’s SUV, both sat in the back seat with the middle completely empty. There was some small talk, mostly questions of ‘are you excited’ or ‘hopefully the food is good’ and whatnot. She had tried her best, she really had, to keep things light and non bothersome, but she can sense that he knows something’s up.

“Hey,” she touches Jasper’s arm. “I’m just gonna go to the ladies’ room.” 

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When she walks out of the bathroom, she feels herself being whisked to the side. Before she can let out a yelp, she catches a whiff of his familiar scent, and it’s enough to soothe her panic. 

“Are you crazy?” she giggles, looking down at the other end of the hall. “We’re supposed to be in there.” 

Harry shrugs nonchalantly before leaning his forehead against hers. “Just a little.”

“Thank god we got that settled then.” She lets her hands fall into his hair, loving the way his soft brown curls feel in the slope between her fingers. For the first time tonight, she feels completely at ease as their bodies sway gently to the echo of a song. “Hi,” she whispers.

It’s then he gives her a proper embrace, holding her as close to him as he can, letting everything around them fade into the back of his mind.

“Hi.” He buries his nose into her hair. “I’m sorry this is how we have to share our first dance.” 

He then pulls away just enough to look into her eyes, his heart swelling when she cups his face and presses a long kiss to his lips. The hold he has around her waist tightens as he deepens it further. 

“It’s okay,” she answers when she breaks free in need of air. She giggles as she swipes his mouth of any traces of her lip gloss. “I’m actually surprised you were able to get away from your date.”

Rolling his eyes, Harry lets out a humorless snort that she happens to find greatly entertaining. “It wasn’t easy, let me tell you. I had to make up some excuse about how my stomach was feeling all out of sorts when I saw you walk out. Figured it was the perfect opportunity to get my girl alone. Plus. . .” He directs her gaze above, and she can’t help but laugh when she sees a mistletoe hung above them. Without missing a beat, his lips find their way back to hers.

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Carmilla Fanfiction Favorites of Mine

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Music To My Ears by Latchingontoyou

Sum: A highschool AU where the whole cast are all in band and orchestra and have their own secrets. The music unites them all in the end where they all become friends that help each other through the trials of growing up. Carmilla and Laura teach each other that love can help anyone survive even through the worst. A lot of angst and fluff. Not smuf. But there is a sequel with smuf. This series has made me cry and laugh spontaneously. It’s beautifully written and I would reread it again.

Find Me Through The Radio is the sequel to this, and it’s a lot of angst and it’s oh so wonderful. Warning: Both of these with kill you with fluff. Make sure to have kleenexs on hand.

Well That Was Unexpected by HollisteinFF

Sum: I really like this author, they have more works that I will mention because they are so good. This story is alot of smuff with some fluff and a plot that creeps up on you and turns into a mystery. It all starts out when Carmilla gets dragged into a strip club with her brother and she spots a small innocent looking honey haired woman that, ironically, goes by the name Honey, who she finds out is actually Laura. They start going on different escapades as they make their way through each other lists of fantasies, until Carmilla finds out that Laura may not be who either of them thought she was. There is also a sequel to this that I have yet to read, Unexpected Consequences by BloodandPaper, HollisteinFF

Good Enough by HollisteinFF

Sum: (This is a fanfic version of the movie Cruel Intentions. It’s beautifully done.) Like I said before, this author is amazing! This about Laura being a music prodigy and she gets accepted into a prestigious school, but before she goes her father decides that she needs to go out and do something besides just music. So he gets her to go to cheerleading camp where she ends up meeting a certain broody girl that has the whole camp of girls in the palm of her hands. (Literally. There’s lots of smuff) This certain brood also happens to be Laura’s new roommate. Which for the entirely too tightly wound blonde, may be the worst or best possible thing to happen to her. In the end they realize they may not be so different after all and that they both have issues. They show each other that love is possible and they can get through anything. Btw you’re in for a huge shocker in the end, and you’ll never expect it. So please grab some kleenexs.

Finding Real Love by KarnsteinRosenberg

Sum: Carmilla is royalty that forced into a life of obligations when at a very young age of 12 she was snatched away from the life she had grown to love. She learns that she must become true to her new self and accept it as the new heir to the throne.

Laura is a princess, who cares for her sickly father who just wants his little girl to be safe and in desperate times decides she needs to marry her off. The two girls lifes collide and they realize that they will need to work together in order to survive what has become their duties and responsibility for their kingdom. A really great story!! The only thing that I could complain is that english isn’t the author’s first language, but they do a good job otherwise. I read so much of this story in just one sitting. There’s 69(teehee) chapters full of angst, smuff, and fluff.

Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Be Your Heart There Also by churchofyourcurves

Sum: If you didn’t realize it from the title and the hint at Lily’s grave, this is a Harry Potter AU in which Laura and Carmilla and the rest of the cast are all wizards and witches that have grown into powers that require them to go to Hogwarts to learn about their abilities. Along the way Laura’s journalism desires get them all digging into things they probably shouldn’t until they all slowly unravel the secrets the school has to offer. This is a really nice twist for those that fell in love with the Harry Potter series and also enjoy reading about the Carmilla characters. Enjoy! Also when you’ve made it through (you’ll need lots of kleenexs with this one as well) all of the teenage angst, and fluff, (no smuff) then please buckleup creampuffs for the sequeal that it also has to provide. Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond.

Under Cover of Darkness by Heligena

Sum: Laura tries to sneak into the dorm that she shares with her broody vampire roommate. She comes home with injuries that she’s sporting from a long night and she doesn’t want to have to explain any of it to Carmilla. Her plan backfires when her roommate hears her shuffling around, and she ends up having to explain everything that eventually leads up to them unraveling the mysteries of the happenings that are taking place at the Silas University. All while they try and pretend they aren’t using it as an excuse to spend more time with each other.

This fanfiction is incredibly well written and has alot of mystery written into it that is nice to see along with hollistein. I feel like it really stays true to the actual show and what it had brought forth to all of us, but this is much darker and will not be easy on you. It has everything you could want in the story. Expect more good things from this author. This was beautiful.

Kept by Bodylikeabattleaxe

Sum: A zookeeper AU in which Carmilla is a Big Cat keeper and Laura works with the cute and fuzzy animals. They end up having to work together despite their differences in their job titles, and begin to see that you shouldn’t judge someone by their covers. This is a cute story that shows you the life of a zookeeper, but also shows you that love can be simple. It also can sneak up on you unexpectedly. Being a zookeeper can tug your heart in many different ways, so please creampuffs be prepared. But don’t worry, Hollstein will get us through it in the end. This has angst, fluff and smuff.

Fool’s Gold by whatsthedamage

Sum: I don’t think there is a creampuff left that hasn’t read this Highschool AU, but it’s always a honorary mention in my books. But this is about Carmilla and Laura going through highschool trying to figure out what they want, and come on people we all know that they are going to end up together, so why is it always so difficult for them to figure that out. Watch as these teenagers do everything in their power to avoid what everyone wants! Erjgh! Also this has to be one of my favorites for the simple implications of The Breakfast Club and Pretty in Pink. Yes, thank you so much for that!!! :D

Absolution by lordvoldyfarts

Sum: This has alot of smuff and makes me so happy they way they supplied it in context to plot and angst. Carmilla has to witness her roommate with her girlfriend, Danny Lawrence, everyday and all she can think about it how she so doesn’t care. Nope. It doesn’t bother her at all. She just can’t stop thinking about the little ball of sunshine, but it still doesn’t mean anything. That is until she realizes it means everything. Carmilla decides that she’s going to wait for the right moment and swoop in to get the girl of her dreams.

The Kind of People You Meet On Airplanes by alterocentrist

Sum: More of a short story, but not really. Carmilla and Laura end up sitting next to each other on an airplane. They are complete strangers that are in for a huge surprise. Inspired by David Levithan’s “The Number of People You Meet on Airplanes”. But please don’t go and read that short story before you read this fanfic. This fanfic is more of a short novella, but please read it so your little gay heart’s can get the well deserved break from all of the angst I had thus supplied. This one is an imagining of what might happen when you sit next to a stranger on a airplane. You never know who you might meet. Expect the unexpected.

Also there is a sequel to this one as well!  "Now We’re There, and We’ve Only Just Begun" Oh how I love sequels! It’s also so hard to give up on such a good story. Isn’t that why we are all here reading fanfics? ;)

Pandemic by Puntrest

Sum: An apocalyptic story where a virus breaks out and the whole cast have to stay in a facility, Silas, to survive the plague of the outbreak. They are the survivors and their sole purpose is to help find the cure for the others that exist outside of the walls. Laura and Carmilla have become roommates that know nothing about the other and Carmilla is determined to keep it that way even as determined as her roommate can be about trying to find out what really is going on within the walls of the Silas facility.

This is a really cute story that feels like I am also reading a zombie outbreak twist, but it’s not at all. It just has alot of mystery and plot twists that I solely enjoy. The love story between the two is really a nice break for all of the angst that builds up as well.

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose by peerieweirdo

Sum: Carmilla and Laura both own stores across from one of each other. One day Carmilla hears the store next to her making an obnoxious amount of noise while in preparation for them opening up, which prevents her from sleeping at night. Running out of patience, she decides to take matters into her own hands and find out what all the ruckus is. Little did she know that such a small woman could make so much noise and turn her world upside down.

One is a floral shop and the other is a tattoo parlor. You’ll never guess who owns which.

Emancipation by ceceash

Sum: In a world where slavery is lawful, Carmilla’s mother owns her own business that puts them in the upper class in which requires them to have slaves of their own to keep their image. On Carmilla’s 17th birthday, she is finally old enough to own one of her own. She goes to the auction house with her mother, who has allowed her to pick out one of her own. Little did she know she would find one that she would like so much. In order to save the little honey haired girl from the greedy hands of the other auctioneers, she convinces her Mom to buy Laura to be Carmilla’s very own slave.

As much as this story seems like it’s pretty fucked, it really isn’t. It’s a good story, that has a lot of beautiful moments. It has it’s unnerving moments with the whole slavery ordeal, but it’s oh so oh so good.

On Your Ground by kaitlynsgonnakait  (tumblr prompt which is really cool)

Sum: Did you know that being intimate with your patient as a doctor is considered unlawful and a violation of hospital policies of the United States and is a justification for imprisonment? So did I, I mean Grey’s Anatomy, obvi, but it still makes for a damn good story. Carmilla and Laura knew that too, but the was the last thing on Carmilla’s mind when she got injured. It was ok, she had a really hot doctor to take care of her though.

Ohhhh soooo much angst. Ughh so good. And smuff with fluff of course. Pfft duh.

Secret Craving by catmilla

Sum: Carmilla is the new history teacher at the Silas highschool. The same school she went to herself. She never really liked school, so she surpised a lot of people when she decided she would teach, but it was her dream. College was finally over and she could finally pursue that dream. She’s nervous, but luckily there’s a little blonde girl that is determined to make her feel welcome to her new class and even more excited to “get to know her”.

Also, did you know that teacher-student relations considered sexual, whether consensual or not, is also illegal in public schools and immediate action of termination is required? Doesn’t this sound alot like that bloomington movie? Anyone else? No? Ok, well carry on.

The Trade We Choose by carmillasleatherpants

Sum: Laura needs a new job and she needs it stat. Luckily her friend LaF decided to put in a request for Laura to become the new personal assistant of the famous Carmilla Karnstein at Karnstein Industries until she becomes the new chairman in November when Carmilla turns 25. Or is she so lucky? When she looks at the reviews of how her possible new boss may act, maybe she isn’t as lucky as she thought she would be. At least that’s what the trail of previous personal assistants have said. Laura refuses to believe that anyone could possibly be that terrible.

This is reminds me of a better version of 50 Shade of Grey, but without the weird abuse. And it’s actually really good. Plus I’d watch this movie over and over again without feeling awkward, even while watching it by myself. *cringe* ok so not 50 Shades of Grey

The Black Cat by marissalyn14

Sum: Laura gets dragged to the Black Cat by her friends in order to get the birthday present of her dreams. Little did she know if would be a Kitty cat in a pretty black robe.

Little does Laura know her world would be turned upside down after she met the girl of her dreams. Maybe the Kitty isn’t as innocent as her name suggests.

This story a nice alternate twist to ‘That Was Unexpected’ that I mentioned before and it doesn’t disappoint. There’s smuff and fluff.

Veni, Vidi, Vici by standoutinacrowd

Sum: A HSAU, but what makes it great is that it has a nice twist of also being a stepsister AU. o.o. Hmm so the gothic broody useless lesbian and the bright and sunny popular girl’s parents decide to get married forcing the two to have to live together. Whats wrong with that? Everything! Carmilla has had a crush on the tiny blonde for 3 years. This can’t be happening! Now her crush is her stepsister. Ughh. (insert broody eyerolling).

On top of that Carmilla has a bad rep of rumors floating in the halls, no thanks to the beanstalk, so the ball of sunshine already has a bad image of her. It can’t get worse, right? Ha! The blonde is straight and her twin brother refuses to give up on his chances of getting in the cupcake’s pants.

This is going to be interesting. Smut and fluff.

-SHORT STORIES-

A Human, A Vampire, And A Werewolf Walk Into A Cliché by WaterBendin

Sum: A short story in which Danny, Laura and Carmilla all decide that they should get to know each other better by playing ‘Truth or Dare’. We all know the cliche of this one, but it turned out completely different than I thought it would. It’s really good.  

Coffee Sophistication by Muse92

Sum: Carmilla works at a coffee shop and she has become an expert at guessing what someone’s order will be. No one has ever surprised her with an order, until now when she meets a tiny journalist. Lots of fluff.

Shameless Smut Tropes by novaprospekt

Sum: I have never felt like a story has ever needed a warning in it’s summary, because well in my opinion I think it gives away the simplicity of the element of surprise. That can always make a story that much better. I have especially haven’t ever felt it necessary to add a warning to a story with a title such as this one, but there’s a first for everything. This story/stories has offended quite a few creampuffs, just because it pushes the boundaries, but if you think you can handle it I highly recommend it. I think it brings a refreshing change to the playground of the Hollistein AUs. I thought it was really good, and you get ample warning before each story provided. So far there are 31 or more stories listen and I think the author plans on adding more in the near future. Enjoy you dirty bastards! Shamelessly.

Anatomy Lessons with Professor Hollis by Fox_is_Fandumb

Sum: Smut with Fluff. Carmilla almost loses her job as the TA for her instructor, Professor Hollis, until Professor Hollis decides to sweep in and offer to tutor her student. The lessons go much better than planned. Maybe Carmilla actually knew a lot more than Professor Hollis had expected.

Special Delivery by bodylikeabattleaxe

Sum: Carmilla gets an interesting package in the mail. With all of the impending doom of Silas, Laura is interested in some change. Maybe this mystery package is exactly what she was looking for. Smut with Fluff.

Break Up to Make Up by littlemonster

Sum: Smut with some fluff. The title says it all.Could easily take place right after their breakup in season 2, but the author wrote it before it actually had taken place. It still reads as such.

In-Flight Distractions by Muse92

Sum: I want to say that the title says it all again, but I won’t be cruel. This is really good smut, about Carmilla having a fear of flying. Luckily she has a really cute distraction.

I plan on adding to this list as I go along. Please if anyone has more to add, tell me so I can make it grow. Ill probably read the stories or put them under as suggestions and add the name(if thats ok) of the person who suggested it for credit.

#muse92 #carmilla karnstein #carmilla #carmilla cast #best fanfiction #fanfic #laura #laura hollis #hollistein #hollisteinff #littlemonster #bodylikeabattleaxe #fox_is_fandumb #smut #novaprospekt #waterbendin #mariassalyn14 #carmillasleatherpants #catmila #kaitlynsgonnakait #ceceash #peerieweirdo #puntrest #alterocentrist #lordvoldyfarts #whatsthedamage #heligena #churchofyourcurves #latchingontoyou #archive of our own

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Identity Crisis Summer 2017

The world has twisted since this picture taken at National Rainbow Gathering last year, and so have I.

A deep depression has taken hold, even though I’m back on Cymbalta for it. I start therapy tomorrow, so let’s hope there’s at least no harm...

I must open up, in hopes there are hopes.

I tried writing about it, gonna share.

I called it: Identity Crisis Summer 2017:

So much irony having an identity crisis because I've come Home and am living with Family (blood, not Chosen). But I individuated so very very strongly, and then some. Ran away age 14, came back at 15. Ran away age 26, came back age 30. Ran away last spring, came back now. Moved to the other side from family of Rock Creek Park (after months in the mountains) to raise my kids in a diverse community, against Dad’s wishes, and ...I dunno, was he right? After age 10 they had a less privileged upbringing, which turned profoundly underprivileged, and now the side effects of poverty haunt us.

More irony is that there are facts of my existence that are very unusual, yet I feel nothingness, emptiness, clear vast blank, which is sometimes euphoric but mostly terrifying.  I have rare traits, and I didn't fabricate them. Like I birthed twins, accidentally concieved but profoundly WANTED, and their dad was/is a sh*t. He did things that would be impossible in the age of social media, even tho I understood we had an open marriage. Use your imagination.

I have the drive that artists have, yet the unmotivated state of a depressive.

One of my beloved musical partners said a year ago, “Oh, are you just gonna do Walkabout?” and my answer was YES, sincerely, but I kept letting my non-shine-ity hold me back. And I got wrapped up in some dreamtime, sorta. I DID go many many miles and have lots of adventures and see scads of sights. Then NYC in April/May was kinda painful, cuz I THOUGHT I could do the job at the lovely Ganas Community, but they let me go and my poverty mentality grabbed their offer of  “Sure take the whole paycheck, but be gone if so” (it's more complicated) and I regret that, MAYBE.

Maybe not, cuz my daughter DID get deep strong benefits from Mom being Home. Until we clashed last week when I got profoundly triggered and alienated her. (Which would explain Strong Sadness) Prayers requested for HER healing, which'll overflow to US.

IS there such a thing as a Healer who loses her sh*t, gets profoundly triggered and alienates her beloveds? Why yes, every shaman I know personally (and there are many) does that. But I then doubt my healing abilities. The Wounded Healer is a real thing but your own healing should have actually happened! Mine has, but I guess I'm in relapse.

Yet, last Solstice, 3 weeks ago, the circle I was part of insisted on my priestessing some of our process, and I did it. And my daughter lovingly attended with me, and she knew the Spiritual Giant Women who were in the circle since her childhood. That is good, deeply good.

Then on our way out that beloved young woman said I was like “comic relief for the circle”, a jester's role that sometimes (frequently) works for me. But does that mean I was justified in reading about Pierrot's Columbine's and Harlequin's poly triad (my take) for HOURS the other day, learning way more than I can use about jesting, and dreaming more?!? I don't know. I sure do love learning and exploring. And dreamtime.

Also on our way out of Solstice ritual my daughter called her twin brother to describe our antics. The wondrousness of shamanic dancing. I THINK she was telling that, but I have Selection Bias, though I KNOW she was delightfully recalling.

He wasn't there because 1)it's a women's circle, not my choice originally 2)he insisted there is no such thing as spirituality, though I would love him to argue that I've also got THAT wrong.

He, my beloved son, called me last Saturday, after I spent Friday night in the hospital. He showed his philosophical bent and worked to reassure me that everything is ok, bless him (oops). He Stood Up for Mom. See, my siblings? This is an excellent young man. Period.

They'd been recommending surgery, which is always to be avoided. I have a complicated medical history that is disgusting and infuriating to hear. So I'll spare you, even though it matters for this. Most pertinent NOW is that the red streaks radiating from the (internal) wound are gone and the pain is too. And more surgery would undoubtedly cause more adhesions which started this whole thing, besides incompetence of medical professionals. See my performance piece entitled A Scar Is Born, with the happy face ending. It isn't online; hopefully someday. I waver between open book and discretion. Frustratedly. Of course I would benefit from a manager and an agent.

I am in limbo of sorts. I have deep friends, and also am “getting the word out”, and the fact is, I use social media a lot. If it isn't interactive, social media can be mentally harmful. Sez I and others.

Home? Hometown? My family of origin has rejected me harshly, mostly in those microagressive ways, but more. Attempting to have my children removed and put in foster care in 2006, and other outrageous treatment of my children and me. Cousins and extended family are quite decent and loving. One must mention the mental illness of my older sister, who fixated on me (and mine) or decades, wrangling other family against me. Though it began very young, that's over now.

Part of my family's rejection might come from the fact that I am not straight. I was born with the bisexuality. It's true that I wouldn't have had to act on it, even though I already had at age 7, and then how about this one: I truly am gender nonconforming. I was in a theatre play at at the age of 12 in which I played a man, so maybe that's to blame, but I was always been told to be more ladylike, and only with the recent freedoms granted have I not had massive angst about clothing. Instead I've been doing drag surreptitiously for over 3 decades. At an all girls camp, one must have “drag”, teehee. The girl who played the (cross dressed) lead was stunning and talented and I had a big crush. Didn't recognize it for what it was. Nowadays I would have been allowed to. A few weeks ago I was in line at a pharmacy and the person behind me didn't think I was moving fast enough, so they said “Ma'am? Uh, sir? Erm. There's a space in front of you.” Just a few days ago at the hospital my attending physician asked if I was sexually active, immediately following with “Male? Female? Both?” to which my easy answer was “Both”. Because she offered me that option and it is truth. Before our recent liberations, I would have had to quickly discern how to honestly answer, so as to not offend the doctor and stay pertinent to the case. MY gender and sexuality are twisted together, but please know that they are not the same thing. Always the activist, another problem of mine...

More reason to not feel nothingness: I'm a recovering alcoholic addict, and the stats are low for longterm recovery. Another rarity. I have become a sort of 12 Step Junkie, so I have that indoctrination of  “A day without ____ is a productive day”, but... it rings hollow too much, so YAY for all the other tools. Like not isolating and having a network of people, but ironically I am only speaking with one or two f2f. Depression is contagious; gods forbid I bring it on you. My latest are NarAnon but the Most Useful is Underearners Anonymous. Here's how I'm not gonna break the 11th tradition: I know people in those programs, and I did not say I was a member. This is the 1st time I've ever even come close. My intense fear of doing a wrong thing is probably at play here.

Furtherly ironic is me not playing music with others, or at all; more of the self-destruction of depression. Until yesterday, I hadn't picked up my guitar in 9 days, practically a CRIME for a string player. One benefit of being in my home city COULD BE the network of musical connections that I truly developed here. Just a few years ago there were several public events where when I showed up without my instrument, I got scolded. But I need Right Livelihood, and there are many factors that have made music not my livelihood.

Yet I still am having a massive identity crisis. And having the classic symptoms of depression, Very Low Motivation, confusion, sadness, indecision, vicious cycles of ill health due to lack of self care, because... what's the use. It is significant that I went for medical care the other day and fortunate that I did. I will never suicide; I could not do that to my kids.

I am researching grad school to get a master's in psychology and become addictions counselor, hopefully utilizing my BA in studio art, my musical core, my jesterly nature, and my initiation as shamanic healer. Attempting research while wasting time, cuz I aint worth the effort, and having fabulous sammiches.

Obviously I am also hyper-graphic, compulsive with many things, and am knowingly using the hour of Good Mood that follows Morning Coffee to write this. I'm also considering full time work for a friend's Green Company, secretarial stuff. I do hope they actually noticed how genuinely butch I am, and heard me when I said grad school is likely in my near future.

Anyway, idletime is for the birds. Though I'm tremendously grateful for the Soft Landing that my auntie is providing for me here in NW DC. I just wish I wasn't living alone, but a beloved cousin has invited me to her beautifully crowded house in Bethesda for grad school time, and we're talking.

This beautiful picture of Rainbow Gathering 2016 feels worlds away. In many ways, it is. But I myself took it, and I was there. Sincerely. Just because the Spirit Names I have been given didn't stick, and I look like a Failed Soccer Mom with the S.A.D. Diet to strangers (deformed belly with that old wound, & authentic Nighttime Binging Disorder, please don't shoot me), doesn't mean I don't have relevant vital depth and value.

Depression sucks. It killed many members of my family and it's not gonna take me.

I'm just changing, and seeking. I was a performance artist, I was an illustrator, painter, my writing has been published, I will always be a musician, even if I believe people who consider females incapable of that, eff that. I am a multimedia artist. I put on an excellent concert 10 days ago. I had a visual art exhibition 16 months ago. I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and goldangit I handled the weirdest election in US history in a coal town, worked their general store, then worked in another pretty-well-integrated-with-mainstream commune (my preferred lifestyle, attempting freeganism, seriously) in NYC and … I'm gonna figure out how to tell these tales. And integrate them with my life.

#depression sharing bipolypagan