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MISTAKEN HATRED

A/N: okay im veeery nervous about this one bc its the longest story i've written in probably months and it took me sooo long to finish it so im just praying its not utter shit 🙃 anywaysss, happy holidays guys! it's not overly festive, but it has some vibes so im labeling it as my xmas fic haha feedback is always appreciated! 🎄

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SUMMARY: Things don't go as smooth as you planned with your bakery's opening, but you're doing your best to overcome the struggles. However there is one person who is hating on your business as if it was his job: Harry Styles. You just wish you knew what you did to earn his hatred...

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This is not how you imagined the last weeks before your official opening. 

You imagined the interrior to be fully done by now so you can focus on the last touches, ordering the right ingredients and promoting the opening.

Instead, you’re staring at what’s supposed to be your eight tables, intact and put together but it’s all in pieces. You specifically remember the website said they would deliver them done and you wouldn’t have to play puzzles. But they arrived six days late and very much not the way they promised. 

Taking a deep breath you stare up at the ceiling and decide to take the trash out before turning your bakery into Ikea.

“It’s alright. I can do this. I can do anything,” you keep telling yourself as you drag out the trash bags that are almost the size of you. 

You knew opening your own business would be tough. Especially in Eroda, the little town you have some of your earliest memories from, where your grandma used to live, the place that was closest to her heart and it breaks yours to know she couldn’t spend her last years here because she was too sick to live on her own. 

She never asked you to come back here, but the moment you found her recipe books the summer after she passed, you just knew what you had to do. Now it’s been three years and you’re finally opening Nana’s that will bring her warmth and love back to Eroda, or you hope so. 

Pushing the door open with your shoulder, you keep dragging the bags to the containers behind the small shop and you’re so deep in your thoughts you don’t even notice the two people just a couple of feet away.

“Hi, Love!”

You recognize Anne’s sweet, chirpy voice and a smile spreads across your face even before you look up, but the moment you see the person standing next to her, all joy just drains from your body. 

Harry Styles is standing as grouchy and arrogant as always next to his mother, hands hidden in the pockets of his fleece jacket, his unruly curls are tucked underneath his beanie and any normal woman would be into the man, but you. Not after he very clearly let you know you don’t belong here and you should take your business back to the city where you came from. 

You expected some resistance, not much has changed in town in the past decades and you had a feeling some might want to keep it that way, but you guessed older people would riot against your bakery, not a thirty years old grown man. 

“Hi Anne,” you smile back and mustering up all your strength you throw one of the bags into the bin, but you overestimated your muscle work, because it only falls to the edge and almost topples right out. Luckily, you grab it just in time and push it in.

“Oh, dear, those bags are bigger than you! Harry, help her!” 

“No, it’s alri–” 

Before you get to protest, Harry strides over to you and grabs the remaining two bags as if they weighed nothing and throws them into the bin without breaking a sweat. 

Of course he is fit, the man probably runs up the hill carrying twice his weight every morning, because that’s how you can imagine him working out. 

Though you shouldn’t be imagining anything about him.

“Thanks,” you purse your lips and square your shoulders as you face the two of them.

“How is everything coming together?”

Anne has been so enthusiastic about your bakery, she comes around probably every other day, checks in on your progress and always offers her help. 

“Um, it is… okay, I guess,” you let out a tired chuckle. Glancing over at Harry you see him looking to the side, as if he wasn’t even listening, but something is telling you he is very much focused on the conversation.

Yeah, that’s right, I’m still here! Not even your arrogance can chase me away!

Anne cranes her neck, peeking into the shop and she spots the pile in the middle.

“Oh, are you planning to put those together by yourself? Harry, why don’t you help her?”

The moment she suggests, you both protest.

“No, there’s no need.”

“Mum, I don’t really have the time,” he says at the same time, but it doesn’t seem to go through. Anne’s phone starts ringing and she excuses herself, leaving the two of you there. 

Great, this is all you were missing today, an awkward, forced situation with the man who wants to see you gone. Perfect.

“Should’ve ordered them done, don’t you think?” he speaks up, nodding towards the shop.

At first, you just blink at him, then close your eyes and when you open them, you have the fakest smile on your twitching face.

“What a wonderful idea! I totally did not think of that!”

“Then send them back and ask them to bring what you ordered.” He rolls his eyes and it’s irking you so much. You definitely don’t need his stupid advices, not when you’re terribly behind your schedule.

“They arrived almost a week later than they should have, if I send them back there’s now ay they will send me the new ones in time for the opening.”

Harry stands there, staring at the pile of furniture pieces inside and for a moment you think he might actually offer his help, which you’re not sure you’d have accepted, but it remains a mystery, because that’s not what he says when he speaks up.

“I’m busy for real. Mum likes to offer my help around without asking me.”

It takes you a couple of moments to figure out what you feel about what he just said. And when you finally do, you see red.

“As I said, I don’t need help. I did everything by myself and I will get this done as well. I don’t need your unwanted, half-assed effort to pretend like you’re helping me.”

You come off rougher than you probably should have, but he’s been bugging you ever since you moved to Eroda. The man knows nothing about you or your business, yet every time he comes near your shop he acts like it physically pains him to even look at it. He’d be the last person you’d ask for help, he doesn’t have to act like he has so much to do and doesn’t have the time to help when he doesn’t actually want to help. 

Harry stares at you with such intensity you almost break and stutter a sorry out, but that’s when Anne returns.

“Ah, we have to run. But I will come by tomorrow, Darling. And Harry can hel–”

“No need for help,” you smile at her as gratefully as you can force yourself to be in this moment. 

“Alright, then see you later,” she waves and you nod at her before your eyes meet Harry’s one last time before they walk away and you return to your shop. 

It takes you six hours to assemble the tables later that day, but you do it.

With no help. 

Moving to Eroda, it hasn’t been your only goal to have your business become part of the town but you also knew you’d have to become one of the locals as well. Only a handful of people know who your grandmother was and you don’t plan to reveal it until the opening. You want them to taste all the baked goods and think of her first and then put the picture together. But this means you’re a total newbie for most people around. Last time you spent more than just a day here was when you were sixteen and you’ve changed a lot since then, so it’s natural people don’t recognize you. 

Anne has been your biggest help in breaking the ice and involving you in as many things as possible so you get to meet the people of Eroda. The weeks leading up to Christmas are usually filled with all kinds of winter activities locals enjoy wholeheartedly. Concert by the town hall, decorating the trees at the main square, collecting donations and cooking for those in need for example. You’ve been to all of these and very much enjoyed being part of the community. This weekend however, you can’t say you’re looking forward to the new festive activity.

Ice-skating on the frozen lake.

It sounds nice and fun, but you’ve ice-skated only once in your life and ended up breaking your wrist. Not your favorite childhood memory for sure and you don’t exactly want to relive it as an adult. 

You arrive with the intention of just sipping some hot tea and watch everyone else skate around until your fingers are falling off and you can go back to the shop to finish putting up the tinker lights at the back. 

Anne however had different ideas about today. Because as soon as you arrive at the lake, she is waving at you, holding up a pair of skates and you know they are not hers, because she’s already wearing those. 

“Kick those boots off, Love, I brought you my old skates! Come join us!” She smiles brightly at you from next to the pier where people get on and off the ice. 

“Oh, no, I don’t skate, Anne, but thank you!”

“Don’t be silly, even Bernie is on the ice!” She nods towards the old man who must be at least eighty, sliding on the ice as if he did this all his life. He might have, you have no idea.

“It’s really not for me, I–”

“Just try it! Come on!” 

She drops the skates by your feet and then slides away, leaving you no chance to protest.

Staring down at the skates, you can feel your stomach churning, but as you look up you see that literally everyone is on the ice, you’d look weird standing on the pier on your own. 

“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath as you give in and sitting down you start peeling your boots off your feet. 

“You’ll break your ankle if you leave it that loose.”

You know the voice and it just adds to your stress even more. You see his black skates in front of you as you’re trying to lace your own up.

“Hi Harry, so good to see you again,” you hiss through your teeth. 

“Tighten it or you’ll fall.”

“I’ll fall either way,” you mumble as you go back and pull the laces tighter. When you’re done you straighten up, but remain sitting on the end of the pier, anxiously string down at your feet. Harry doesn’t speak, but you know he is still there, probably watching you, trying to figure out what’s wrong with you, why you’re not just standing up and going at it like everyone else. 

Your hands are holding onto the wood underneath you for dear life as you picture yourself finally moving, but you never get to actually acting. 

“Do you need help standing up?” Harry speaks up at last and his voice is different this time. It’s not as arrogant, maybe even concerned. Do you look that awful right now?

“N-No.” Your voice cracks and you hate that it’s him who sees you like this. 

“Doesn’t seem like–”

“Would you stop being an asshole for a moment?” you snap at him and finally look up, eyes meeting his examining gaze. You have no idea what he sees in yours, but a few seconds later he breaks eye-contact, looks around as if he is hesitating before he sits beside you at last.

“You don’t have to skate if you don’t want to.”

“Tell that to your mother,” you mumble under your breath and it makes him laugh.

The sound of it is actually nice, surprising, but nice to hear something other than insults coming from his mouth.

“She can be a bit too much, but she’s just too enthusiastic.” You sit in silence for a bit before Harry turns to you. “You really don’t have to skate.”

“I want to take part, I just… I broke my wrist on the ice once when I was a kid and I haven’t tried skating since then.”

You didn’t plan on telling him much, but you felt like you had to explain why you’re being so dramatic. Part of you is expecting him to make fun of you for being scared of skating because of something that happened ages ago, but the arrogant comments never come.

Instead he stands up and when you look up at him he is holding a hand out to you.

“I’ll help you. You won’t fall.”

Any other day you’d think he is plotting against you, that he would get you to trust him and the trip you the first chance he got, but not this time. He looks and sounds genuine and as you take his hand, you put way too much trust into them than you would have ever allowed yourself to. 

You hold onto him with both hands and he keeps you steady as you finally attempt to push yourself up from the edge of the pier. Your knees wobble the moment your weight is on the blades and you instantly feel yourself losing balance, but Harry’s hands wrap around your arms and keep you from falling.

“It’s okay. Relax a bit, you’ll find your balance.” He encourages you and it’s almost strange to hear him so supportive of anything you’re doing, but not breaking your neck keeps you too busy to care about his random act of kindness. 

“Try to move forward.”

“I can’t,” you protest without even trying.

“You can, just relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax, it’s not gonna help me relax!”

“Y/N, you’re gonna have a panic attack if you don’t relax,” he warns you and you realize how fast you’re breathing and all your blood is being pumped into your head. 

“I-I can’t, I can’t do this, I–”

“Y/N, look at me!” His hands snap to your shoulders and you grab onto his biceps as you look him in the eyes while your chest is still heaving. “I’ve got you, okay? You’re not going to fall. I’m holding you, I promise.”

Focusing on his words you finally forget about your fears and instead, you’re now trying to figure out where this version of Harry came from and why he hid from you all along. 

You’re not one to trust people that easily, but just from this one promise he made, you let go of all your doubts and hesitation. 

“Okay,” you breathe out. Harry nods and his hands slowly slide lower until they rest on your waist. 

“You knew how to skate, right? Before you broke your wrist.” You nod. “Alright, then it will all come back quickly.”

There’s a tiny smile hiding in the corners of his lips and your heart pitter-patters in your chest, but not because of the skating this time. His hands on you are not helping either, because for some reason, you feel heat radiating through the millions of layers you’re wearing where his hands are touching you. 

What is happening?

“Okay, I’ll hold your hand and you just focus on moving forward, yeah?”

You nod and panic rises in your gut for a moment when his hands leave your shoulders, but then they instantly take your hands and you feel safe again. 

Slowly you start moving, inching forward, your hands gripping Harry’s so tight, you’re afraid you might hurt him, but you’d never let go of him, not when you’re getting farther away from the pier. 

“That’s it, you are doing great,” he encourages. “Try to move a bit less rigidly.”

“Easy to say that,” you breathe out shakily. 

It takes time to loosen up even the tiniest bit and not grip Harry’s hand as if you wanted to crush his bones. But as you slowly move around the ice, led by him, you finally get more and more familiar with the feeling of sliding on the ice. 

“See? It’s not that bad,” he smiles when you stop for a short break after circling back to the pier. 

“I still fear for my life, but it’s bearable now,” you nod and he just chuckles.

It looks good on him. His smile is warm and welcoming, it’s a shame it took you so long to see it. You definitely prefer this version of him. 

“Honey, it’s so lovely to see you on the ice!” Anne slides over to you with ease, holding a cup of something warm, probably hot chocolate. 

“Well, it’s not quite my element,” you let out an awkward chuckle.

“You’re doing just fine. Besides, you just snatched up the best skater in town.” Winking, she bumps her hip against Harry’s. Your puzzled look urges her to elaborate. “Harry took over coaching the boys’ hockey team last year, the kids adore him!”

Instantly, you imagine Harry dealing with a bunch of cute kids, cheering on them, teaching them, making them laugh… The image is actually moving something inside you that’s been buried somewhere deep for a while now.

“Y/N, how are things coming together? Everyone is buzzing for the big opening!” Anne does a little dance that makes you laugh, but at the same time, something changes in Harry. 

“Um, it’s going okay. Not how I planned, but I’ll manage.”

“I’m sure everything will fall into place perfectly. And if you need any help just let us know!” She turns to Harry, looking for validation that he is open to lending you a helping hand as well, but his reaction is not quite what she was expecting, probably. 

“Sorry, I gotta go now,” Harry mumbles quickly, his gaze obviously avoiding you or his mother and he skates away so fast you just blink after him. 

“What’s gotten into this boy?” Anne huffs, but she lets go of it fast, starts chatting about something you don’t quite catch, because you just stare after Harry, watching him slalom between the skaters so fast it’s almost aggressive. 

And once again, you feel like you’re back where you began. He hates you and you have no idea what you did against him. 

Theoretically, opening Nana’s two weeks before Christmas was a great idea, because you imagined all the baked goods people would order for the holidays, you knew it would be a great kick start.

Realistically, it means that now you have to do the last touch ups in the harsh winter that’s as cold as the North Pole. Or at least that’s how you imagine the North Pole.

It’s been non stop snowing for the past three days, the fresh, soft looking snow is now covering every bit of Eroda’s breathtaking view and though it’s very festive and nice to look at it from a warm room with something hot to drink, it’s not as relaxing when you’re still working on the bakery, doing the last bits of decorating and starting the first batches of baked goods, because in 24 hours, Nana’s is officially opening its front door to the public. 

You’ve been here since five in the morning, now it’s four in the afternoon but it’s almost entirely pitch dark outside so it feels like it’s nearing ten. The place is not a mess anymore, but the kitchen is, there’s all kinds of dough everywhere, you’re doing everything you can now so there’s less tomorrow, but even with all the work tonight you’ll be here at five in the morning again tomorrow. 

It’s been hours since the last time you looked out the window, so it fully goes over your head how heavy the snowfall has gotten lately, chasing home every soul from the streets. While you’re covered in flour and keep muttering Nana’s recipes to make sure everything is measured right, there is one more person out there who is still not home, battling the weather. 

Harry has been going around town all day, helping out the elderly with either delivering groceries, or repairing the heating, whatever they needed a helping hand with. He’s usually the person one calls in Eroda when something needs to be fixed.

The roads are now not quite safe to be driving around, but with his jeep he’ll be able to get home just before it gets too bad. Or so the thought, but that is until he drives by the bakery and sees the lights on.

At first he keeps driving, telling himself it’s not his business. But the farther he gets the guiltier he feels and then he turns the car around.

You’re too busy to hear the knocking at first, but then you hear it again and know it wasn’t just in your head. Rushing out of the kitchen you stop in front of the door, because through the glass you make out Harry standing there, the snow already covering the top of his head as if he’s been out there for hours. 

“It’s freezing out here, Y/N! Would be nice if you let me in!” he shouts through the glass and you finally snap out of your surprise, unlock the door and Harry practically runs inside. 

“What are you doing here?” You watch him shake the snow off of him and finally turn towards you. For a moment you forget about how you parted ways at the skating, how cold he turned out of the blue after helping you. 

“Funny, I wanted to ask you the same thing. There’s a snowstorm out there, you won’t be able to get home if you stay here!”

“Are you kidding me? I’m opening tomorrow, I have a million things to finish!”

“So you’re risking getting snowed in? Were you planning to sleep here or something?”

“Maybe! Yeah! I need to get a ton of dough ready and I still haven’t put up the tinker lights and I need to clean up…”

Harry stares at you with such a vivid look, you expect him to start screaming at you or something. But he just keeps staring until he finally breaks.

“Okay, where are the lights and where do you want them?”

“What?”

“You’ll spend the night here if you do everything alone. I’ll help and hopefully we’ll be able to leave when it’s all done.”

Now it’s your turn to stare at him as he is looking around, searching for the lights to start working, but you can’t really believe he is about to help you out when he could be home by now. On the other hand, you could really use the help and maybe finish earlier than midnight, so after pushing your surprise to the side you start instructing him. While Harry works on the lights, you return to the kitchen. 

To test out the dough for the croissants, the one thing you’re the most nervous about because it used to be Nana’s specialty, you decide to make a few and pop them in the oven while you do everything else. 

It’s hard to believe you’re finally at this point, so close to the opening, turning your biggest dream into reality. You wish Nana would be here with you today.

“Lights are done.”

Harry interrupts your thoughts and you wipe your floury hands into your apron before following him out of the kitchen to see the work he did.

“Oh my God, this looks perfect!” you gasp, seeing all the tinker lights run along the ceiling and walls, lighting up the place like magic. 

Harry just nods, pressing his lips together, as if it was nothing. 

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Yeah, I have a few pictures I want to hang up and then it’s all done–” The timer in the kitchen goes off, letting you know the croissants are done. “Let me take them out and then I’ll show you where I want them.”

You rush back to the kitchen and take the fresh, steaming croissants out of the oven, completely missing that Harry has followed you and he is now watching you curiously as you take the baked goods off the tray one by one.

“That smells like…” he speaks up, but the words die on his tongue and you just smile, placing one onto a plate, holding it out for him.

“Here, try it.”

He hesitates, but takes the plate at last. Though it’s still hot and he should definitely wait a bit, it’s hard to resist, you know that. You watch him take a tentative bite and wait for his reaction as if he is about to tell you your future. 

“So? How is it?”

“It’s… it’s really… good. Really good.”

It’s obvious he is having a hard time admitting you did something right, but his face says it all. You just don’t understand why he looks kind of puzzled, but you think it’s just because he didn’t expect it to be this good. 

“I bet the croissants will be the bestsellers,” you chuckle as Harry takes bite after bite until it’s all gone. He devoured it so fast it’s incredible. You couldn’t help but focus on his pink lips while he ate and those tiny sounds he let slip… they surely planted some thoughts into your head, thoughts you shouldn’t be thinking of when it comes to Harry.

“Come on, I’ll show you the pictures.” It’s your attempt to clear your mind.

You walk out and grab the box that holds all the framed pictures you want to hang on the walls, of course, all of them feature Nana. 

“Okay, so I thought a few could go over here, and then on that wall as well, and these, I want them behind the counter…” You start explaining your vision, but when you turn around you see that he is staring at a photo in shock. “Harry? What’s wrong?”

You step closer and see that it’s the photo that was taken on your tenth birthday. You’re holding up one of the cupcakes Nana made just for you and she is standing behind you, with her hands on your shoulders. It’s a fond memory, one of your favorite birthdays you ever had. 

“Oh, is it the dungarees?” you ask, pointing at your outfit. “I wasn’t quite the fashion icon back then,” you chuckle.

“No, it’s– who’s this?” he asks, pointing at Nana. You give him a puzzled look, because it’s not rocket science to figure out who the woman in the picture is.

“That’s Nana, obviously.”

“But as in… your grandma?” He finally looks up at you and his face is frantic, as if he is solving a lifelong mystery. 

“Of course, Harry, what is goin–”

“Y/N, Nana was your grandma?”

“Yes!” you laugh in confusion. “Of course she was, that’s why I’m opening a bakery under her name with all her recipes she taught me!”

You can’t read the look on Harry’s face as he puts the photo back into the box and then starts walking around with his hands on his hips. 

“Why do you look like you just learned you were adopted or something?”

“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“That you’re… Nana’s granddaughter. I had no clue.” He runs a hand through his hair and you try your best not to stare at how his bicep flexes in the movement. 

“What? Harry, why else would I be opening a bakery, named Nana’s right here, out of every possible place on Earth?”

“I don’t know!” he admits, throwing his hands into the air. “That’s why I… Okay, this is why I hated the idea so much. Because I knew Nana, I loved her! She was like… my grandma too! And I thought you just chose this name for fun!”

“Are you kidding me?” you huff in disbelief.

“I felt like you were ruining her memory, that’s why I was so against this place. I had zero clue that you are actually… related to her.”

“Oh my God, Harry!” There’s nothing else you can do other than just… laughing. This whole situation feels oddly comical, like something that only happens in movies. 

“I know, I’m sorry!” He exhales sharply and you truly see the regret on his face. “I was such a dick.”

“Yes you were!” you laugh in agreement. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Well, now at least I know why you were my biggest hater all along.”

“Not anymore!” He holds up his hands and finally breaks a smile that looks so fucking handsome, it makes you forget about everything in a second. 

Turning to the side he stares out the window for a moment before looking back at you.

“The snowing has stopped, let’s wrap things up and go home, alright? Big day tomorrow.”

You both go back to work, Harry finishes quite fast with the pictures so then he helps you clean up in the kitchen and you notice how obviously different the vibes are now. There’s no trace of his usual hostile behavior, in fact he is so open as he asks you about Nana and how the idea of the bakery came. Then he tells you about her as well, how he has known him for so long and after the passing of his stepdad Nana helped him through the toughest time of his life. You’re surprised the two of you never met when you were visiting, but you believe in faith and it must be because it wasn’t the right time. 

It’s almost ten by the time you’re locking up while Harry is scraping the snow off his jeep. It’s rather eerie to see the town so empty, but it’s also pretty, the untouched snow covering every inch of the scenery. 

“Thanks for the help. And the drive home,” you say when he has parked in front of your house. 

“I’ll pick you up in the morning as well.”

“What? There’s no need, Harry–”

“Just accept the help,” he flashes you a crooked smile. “I have a lot to make up for.”

“What if I say you’re forgiven?”

“Then I’ll do it because I want to spend time with you.”

His answer comes so fast and honest, you can’t mask the surprise on your face as you stare at each other in the dark car.

“Um, alright then. See you in the morning.”

“Good night. Y/N.”

You fumble with the belt and then climb out of the car, still feeling kind of giddy from his words. He waits for you to get to the front door and you wave at him before walking in. Through the closed door you hear the engine roar and he drives away, leaving you with quite a lot to digest.

Never in a million years did you imagine the opening of Nana’s to be like this. The small bakery is full to the brim, there are people everywhere, you haven’t stopped thanking everyone for the love and support and your heart leaps in your chest every time you hear someone talk about your beloved grandma. All the pastries are selling well, but as expected, the croissants are the biggest hit. 

But it’s not just the opening that has you smiling ear to ear.

Harry did show up early in the morning and he’s been helping you out all day as if he was getting paid for his work. In the kitchen, at the counter or by the tables, he’s been a one person army and your hero. You couldn’t have done it without him. 

You have just a couple of seconds to breathe between two customers and you peek over the crowd, spotting him right away by the table his mom and her friends occupy. He just made them laugh and he’s basking in their attention as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing his tattooed arms. 

Fuck, he looks so good, it’s criminal. 

Now that he is not an asshole to you anymore, it’s pretty hard not to notice everything you’ve been trying to ignore about him. His charming dimples, his bouncy curls, the way he throws his head back when he laughs, how his nose moves when he talks, they was his hips sway when he’s walking… there is not one inch on the man you can critique.

The situation would be a lot worse if it was one-sided, but it appears that Harry is just as keen on being around you, always touching your lower back when he walks behind you, or brushing your arm to get your attention. 

“I’m seriously writing you a paycheck when it’s over,” you tell him when he returns behind the counter grabbing some cinnamon rolls to bring to the ladies by the window.

“I thought that we were already over this, Y/N,” he smirks and you bite into your bottom lip as you turn back to the customer in front of you. 

It kind of goes by in a blur, there’s so much happening, you’re always on the move and before you could even process the events, the day is over and Nana’s is closing for the first time. After the constant crowd, it’s weird to see the place empty again, but seeing that everything has sold, it finally settles in your mind: you did it.

As you turn the sign on the door your eyes slide over to the picture on the right. It was taken in Nana’s kitchen, you were about six or seven, the two of you are photographed from behind as you stand on a stool, next to Nana at the counter while she is teaching you how to make bread. The memory still lives vividly in your mind even though it’s been over two decades.

“She would be so proud of you.”

Turning around you find Harry behind you with a soft smile on his lips, his eyes on the photo at first, then they move to you and your heart skips a beat.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” he chuckles.

“So, I was serious. I owe you a paycheck after today.”

He rolls his eyes before arching an eyebrow at you.

“And I was serious when I said I don’t want anything in return.”

“You’ve been here since six, Harry!” you huff out a laugh. “I would feel so bad if you just went home without anything.”

He stares at you for long moments and you start to think he’ll just let you suffer with your guilt, but then he speaks up.

“Go on a date with me then.”

You suck on your breath as your eyes lock with his.

“What?” you whisper.

“Go on a date with me, Y/N. Will you?”

“I-If you’re still trying to make up for–” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I’m not. I told you, I want to spend time with you.”

You blink at him once, twice, as if you’re waiting for him to say it was just a joke, but he stands his ground with a serious look.

“Are you gonna leave me hanging?” he smirks, snapping you out of your haze.

“Yes–I mean, yes to the date!” you shake your head, clearing up your answer.

“I was afraid you hated me too much to give me a chance,” he breathes out a shaky laugh.

“I never hated you, I was just confused. You were the one who hated me.”

“I couldn’t hate you, Y/N. And believe me, I tried.” You both laugh at his words. “I was frustrated, because I wanted to hate you and this place so badly, but still… I was drawn to you.”

“You were?” you ask, your voice barely more than just a whisper.

“You have no idea how much,” he admits with a soft smile, stepping closer to you. “When we were skating, I totally forgot about everything and just wanted to hold your hand and help you. It was like a slap across my face when mum brought the opening up and I remembered I was supposed to hate you,” he admits with a chuckle and e inches even closer. “I’m glad I don’t have to try to hate you anymore.”

“I’m glad too.”

He is right in front of you, his face only inches away from yours and you suck on your breath when he reaches up and takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, angling your head further up so your lips are now perfectly lined up with his.

His eyes move down to your mouth, then up to meet your gaze and even without words you know he is asking for your permission to kiss you. You push closer and he is quick to close the distance and press his lips against yours.

You’d be lying if you said you never imagined what it would be like to kiss Harry. Because you did, several times. But nothing compares to having him wrapped around you, his lips so soft yet rough against yours at the same time as he kisses you over and over again while you’re fisting the collar of his shirt so tight your fingers are turning white. 

Maybe you kiss for hours, or maybe it’s just minutes, you have no clue, but when he finally pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, you just know your life is about to turn upside down.

“Changed my mind,” he speaks up at last.

“Huh?”

“About the payment.”

His words sink in slowly and your eyebrows rise.

“Oh.” Harry laughs at your reaction.

“I want my payment in kisses,” he then says with the cheesiest smile you’ve ever seen on his handsome face.

“That could be arranged,” you breathe out when you finally get what he was talking about and grabbing the back of his neck you pull him in for another one. 

And another one.

And some more.

And just like that Nana somehow brought another wonderful thing into your life, even though she is not here anymore.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

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[adventuringblind]

American Sweetheart

Logan Sargeant x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Crack

Summary: Max isn't sure about this new American rookie on the grid. Not that he isn't nice, just that he likes Max's baby sister. Featuring Lestappen being a married couple.

Warnings: Protective Max, sarcastically protective Daniel, Logan being a SIMP

Notes: Yay! Logan Fluff! I've not written for Logan yet, but I honestly love him... He's such a pookie...

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Max looks at her with big pleading eyes. "Please tell me who it is?" He pouts, sticking out his bottom lip.

"No, because you'll torture him. I'd like to keep this one alive thank you." She puts the finishing touches on her makeup.

"I left the last one alive... barely, but that's not the point!"

"So if I tell you, then you won't freak out?"

"I swear it on my career-"

"It's Logan."

Max goes silent. Frozen in place as her tries to comprehend her words. The death stare at the ground tells her he's internally screaming.

She sighs, mildly worried that Max might actually scream profanities until Logan arrives. "Alright, what's your issue with this one?"

"He's American!"

She groans. It doesn't matter much where he's from, as long as he treats her right. Logan's been struggling since he came to the grid. It would make a difference if max accepted him and not just Oscar and Lando, by proxy.

"Give him a chance, please? For me?"

Max stars at her for longer than necessary. "Fine."

~~~~~

Logan appears at her door dressed in semi-formal attire. He takes in her appearance. "You look - wow..." There is a light blush on his face. It feels nice seeing as she's in something simple and modest. Just what she had to work with given she's living out of her suitcase.

They catch up on the paddock drama and how life has been going recently. Logan is a proper gentleman the entire time. She's not sure why she thought he would be any different. Logan has always been sweet to anyone he comes in contact with.

Their date goes incredibly well.

As does the second.

And the third...

Max stares at her as she sits in his room, giggling at her phone. She has no time to react as he snatches it from her hands. "Logan?! You're still talking to him?!"

She huffs and crosses her arms. "Yes, Max, I like him."

"He's American." He tosses the phone back at her. "Just let me talk to him." Max gives her puppy eyes. "Please."

"You can talk to him whenever, but if you ruin this for me, I'll break your wrists."

Max makes it his personal mission to figure out Logan through not talking to him. She has taking to simply rolling her eyes as Max drags Daniel around with him to stare at the poor boy.

Until he catches them in the paddock together and puts on the 'Mad Max' face. Logan immediately seems to shrink in on himself.

"Okay Sargeant, it's time you and I had a little discussion about your intentions with my sister." Max hauls him upwards by his bicep and Logan goes willingly like an injured puppy.

She throws him a reassuring smile and pray to Charles Leclerc that Max doesn't scare him away.

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Max and Daniel sit across the table from Logan. He thought asking her out would be the hardest part. No, he was mistaken, this is far worse.

The Dutch has been staring daggers at him since they sat down. Daniel keeps wiggling his eyebrows like her knows something Logan doesn't. Which - despite it seeming playful - only puts Logan more on edge than he was before.

"So, Mr. America-"

"Is that really-"

"Quiet! I'm the one doing the talking here."

Logan wants to roll his eyes. He wants to run into next year if it means avoiding this conversation. "Look Max-"

"I need to know you aren't going to americanify my sister." He points an accusatory finger between Logan's eyes.

Logan reels, and Daniel finally breaks all composure. The Aussie is laughing hysterically. "Mate, what does that even mean?!"

"Look, your American ways are not ours. I will not be seeing her calling things like American football, real football."

Logan sinks into his chair. The relief evident on his face.

He's about to jump into a spiel about how he would never expect her to just assimilate into his culture. That was never his plan. However, he's doesn't get the chance.

A figure dressed in Ferrari red comes stomping around the corner. "Max Emilian!" Charles screams out for anyone to hear.

Max shrinks in on himself. Daniel is almost falling out of his chair as Charles stomps his way over. "Why are we interrogating the poor boy?" He crosses his arms like an exasperated mother.

"Because my sister-"

"Your sister was in my room pacing and ranting that you were going to scare away another boyfriend."

Max has a look of shame on his face. Cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "But Charlie-"

"Nope. Not gonna work. Let's go." Charles grabs Max by the bicep and drags him away. The Dutch pouts until he's out of sight.

Logan looks at Daniel, who's finally calmed down. "Are they-?"

"Married? Yes, for like two years now. They are still convinced nobody knows." Daniel leans forward in his chair, and Logan once again is left feeling intimidated. "But seriously, kid, she's a good person. Max has always been protective over his sisters because of their home life. Just treat her right, yeah? She deserves it."

Daniel sends Logan off with an encouraging pat on the shoulder. He's never run away from something so fast before. Not out of fear, no, he just needs to see her. Reassure the female that Max is less intimidating when Charles is around.

He finds her pacing outside of Williams' hospitality. Logan runs right up to her, picks her up in his arms, and spins her around.

"I take it Max was nice to you?"

"Your brother is an interesting character, but nothing would stop me from loving you."

She blushes profusely. "You love me?"

Logan rests his forhead against hers. He can't wipe the smile off his face when he looks at her. "Of course I do! And nobody is going to stop me from feeling the way I do."

She hastily lands her lips onto Logan's , not caring about who's around to see. It's just them in their own little world.

She pulls away just enough to whisper against his lips. "I love you too, Lo."

Logan has never been happier than in this moment with her in his arms and Max screeching in the distance.

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[bonniepop]

title: of rumors & wrong assumptions parts: 1 / 2 / 3 character: iwaizumi hajime words: 1,200+ warnings: violence towards oikawa's person. experiments in chem lab. notes: i think this is one of my funnier fics so of course i had to bring this back! (also i am not compensating for forgetting about this website at all!)

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life would’ve been so much easier if you’d ended up having a crush on literally anyone else instead, but noooo. you had to go and have a crush on oikawa's best friend.

oikawa's probably gay best friend.

“i’m telling you—iwa-chan is not gay,” oikawa insists with a hushed voice, leaning over the beaker he poured water into earlier, his face so near the bunsen burner it was giving you anxiety.

“what the fuck, oikawa,” you nearly cry, shoving his face away from the open flame. “get your face out of there!”

your palm presses over the goggles on his face and he yelps. “ow!” he pouts and pulls away his standard chem lab goggles, running his hand through the red marks pressed against his skin. “that hurt!”

“would you rather i let your face burn off in case it exploded?” you shoot back, grabbing a pen and writing down your observations. “also can you get back to work? this is a partner lab report.”

“that’s just water,” he snaps.

"there's an open flame!" you practically shriek, but he ignores you.

"—and i’ll read your notes later.” he says the last part dismissively, and you had to stop yourself from launching your pen at his face—like a gladiator spear through one of his eyeballs.

life would've been so much easier if you'd fallen for literally anyone else, because their best friend probably wouldn't be an insufferably annoying volleyball captain that you'd ended up being partnered with.

at first, it made you giddy. this was your chance—be friend the volleyball captain, make friends with iwaizumi, flirt, fall in love, and live happily ever after.

okay, you're thinking too far ahead. but it was a great setup. until oikawa'd said, "i need to talk to you about something," with that something being... righting... his best friend's reputation.

is there any possible way to get run over by a truck? while inside a laboratory on the third floor of a building?

“anyway, he’s not gay,” oikawa brings up again, louder than the last time, and you sink down against the table and groan.

you can feel your table mates look back at you suspiciously, and you pray to every deity out there. someone, anyone. just open up the earth and swallow me whole.

“oikawa,” you bark, peering over your shared equipment with sharp eyes. “can we not talk about this here?”

he shakes his head quite vigorously. “no! we need to discuss this. because you are wrong, and i am here to tell you that you are wrong.”

your face wrinkles into a scowl. “i really don’t wanna talk about this,” you grumble, looking away.

you don’t even know how he knows. as far as you remember, it was a speculation you’d mentioned to your group of friends in jest, and two days later, oikawa—who had sweet talked your previous lab partner into switching out, apparently; if you think about it, this was all her fault for agreeing—started pestering you about it.

“add the iodine and stir,” your teacher says, and dutifully, you grab the smaller beaker and add the brown liquid, noting the color change when you stir.

“seriously!” oikawa insists, “he’s not. believe me.”

“wh—” you point your pen at him and glare. “you know what, i will remove your name from this lab report if you don’t work on anything in the next—”

you watch him grab his pen and, without looking, scribble quickly on his notebook. “there, done.”

your jaw unhinges, unreasonable, murderous irritation flooding your entire body. “you didn’t even—”

“now get your second beaker,” your teacher instructs, and you use it as a distraction to stop yourself from lunging at your lab partner. “add the remaining water, hydrogen peroxide and fabric starch.”

you take a deep breath and reach for the materials—which were near oikawa’s elbow. when your reach comes up short, you glare at him. “maybe you’d like to help me?”

“oh, sure,” oikawa goes, plucking the materials and placing them on the center of the table. “there you go.” 

you count to ten in an attempt to prevent yourself from hurling the second beaker at his head, opting to focus on the experiment instead.

“anyway, i—”

you nearly slam your hands on the table. “look, oikawa,” you tell him, leaning closer. “i don’t know how you found out about that, but it was meant as a joke. i didn’t mean it, and whoever told you that? give me their name. give me their name, so i can find them, break their phone, and burn their house down. end of story.”

he blinks. “so you don’t think he’s gay?”

you lean back. “if he is, it’s none of my business.”

“but he’s not,” oikawa whines. “what made you think that in the first place?”

you give him a bewildered stare. “what? why wouldn’t i think it? he’s obviously in love with you.”

his face morphs into one of complete and utter shock, and then he booms into laughter, which makes the class turn towards your seat at the very back. he sheepishly quiets down at the call of his name, your teacher evidently not as amused as he is at his new discovery.

“he’s not in love with me,” oikawa denies at a much softer, but not any less irritating, volume.

you ignore him. “he’s so scary but he turns sweet around you—”

“sweet? sweet?” he’s wide-eyed and appalled. he aggressively points to the back of his head. “is throwing volleyballs at my head sweet?"

you defend, “i don’t know what you’re into—"

"do you know how many almost-concussions i've had because of him?! i'm basically a fall risk at this point!”

“now, transfer everything in beaker 1 to beaker 2,” your teacher calls, interrupting your argument. “note the time.”

he stares and shakes his head. “anyway. well, that’s not the case. at all,” he declares, leaning forward to continue the rest of the experiment. “we’re just friends. you note the time.”

“sure,” you say, signaling for him to go once you track the seconds on your watch. you scribble in your notes when the liquid changes color. 

the bell rings, and students are shuffling to dump their liquids in the giant erlenmeyer flask at the back of the room.

your former lab partner smiles at you as you both dump your waste liquid. “seems like you and oikawa had a lot of fun,” she chirps.

not at all. “he’s okay,” you say before you part ways. when you get back to your desk, she notes that oikawa is waiting for you and that you walk out of lab together, bickering.

while the rest of the day went ahead as normal, for the next day at school, you were not granted that same luxury.

“hey,” one of your friends asks over lunch, “are you and oikawa dating?”

your fist clenches in surprise, and the juice sent ricocheting through the straw and into your throat makes you choke. “what?” you ask, coughing, and wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “where'd you get that?”

the rest of your friends meet gazes. “we heard you were really close in lab yesterday,” one of the girls says.

“yeah, like an old married couple,” another says.

your brain is going into overdrive. what? said who? “we are absolutely n—”

someone calls from outside your classroom. someone with very familiar and annoying voice, someone who you've, quite frankly, had enough of.

you look up to see oikawa, waving merrily at you. behind him, iwaizumi’s stony face is dark and threatening.

the girls around you giggle, and you flush, hunching over at your desk in an attempt to hide.

this cannot be happening, you think despairingly. not only was your crush probably gay, he also thinks you’re dating his best friend.

the best friend he was probably in love with.

“fuck me,” you groan into the wood grain of your desk. "fuck me so very much."

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[tuliptic]

“You keep me awake at night,” they said, But why? How?

Piles go from up to down, pictures are drawn by me, everything is literally by me. And I do not consent to my work being used by third parties in other websites as well.

Now. Breathe in with me, and then breathe out. Picked your pile? Let’s find out what are the answers. PAC idea by @nikolaiiy btw I need to give my niece some recognition here too.

Disclaimer: This is solely for my entertainment purposes. Take only whatever you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it. 

Content warning: Mentions of sex without details. Just to let y’all know beforehand.

Decks used: Luna Cat Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Kawaii Tarot Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck, self made decks.

Pile 1

Hey Pile 1! Your person thinks of you as their whole world, and that you’re their source of joy and beauty. You bring colours into their lives but this person of yours but they just… Don’t know how to deal with it. See, they have a lot of conflicting thoughts, and sometimes you guys have arguments that can be pretty harsh, creating discomfort between you two. You both have legit points but sometimes it just happens. And in late nights when they’re all alone, they will be replaying the scenes, trying to see it from your point of view, trying to see how they can make it up to you if it’s their mistake.

You remind them of their childhood, probably their ideal type when they were a kid, since we have a childhood card here. They probably had a dream of dancing with their future spouse and just wanted to ask you out for a dance some day, though I have no idea how and when but yeah. Or maybe you can ask them out for a dance in the living room with some nice music playing. That would be great too!

Your person doesn’t tell you their thoughts, their fantasies they have for you cuz they’re afraid of you judging them, so there’s this fear that I’m seeing where they worry if you leave them, since you’re such an amazing person and there may be other suitors who are interested in you. They’re a sensitive person and can be slightly low in their self-esteem, questioning how someone as wonderful as you would be interested in them.

Dear Pile 1, I hope you understand that these MAY be the thoughts that goes through the mind of your person, and I wish and pray that you’ll be able to give them the assurance they need and help them little by little with their self esteem. As someone who’s been through that, personally, I know that self esteem is something that can’t be built overnight. Your person is also working on it with the Magician at the bottom of the deck. It will work if you both work together.

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Pile 2

Hello Pile 2! Your person is a huuuuuge sweetheart who’s deadass thinking of getting married to you. They think of you as their whole world and just want to proceed into the next stage of life/relationship with you even in the earlier months of dating. I honestly have no idea what else to say. The cards flipped themselves out and just wanted you to know that your person loves you like there’s no tomorrow, as the Lovers and Two of Cups came out. These two cards are one of the best to pop up when there’s a love related reading and… Here they are!

Not to mention there’s also Juno, a card that talks about partnership, which further solidifies my suspicions of them wanting to marry you. They honestly can’t wait and may even practice marriage proposals inside their head. They are imagining how the lives of you two together may be, how it’s like for them to be walking into a new future with you, how it is like to achieve a common goal (family) together. 

You make them weak. The thought of you just makes them have giddy smiles all over, not giving a single care if anyone sees them looking like a starstruck fool. It makes sense tho, seeing how you’ve freed them from whatever that has been holding them back, allowing them to charge forward to pursue you.

Your person is shy to ask for the reciprocation of their feelings. It’s like… They love you a lot, and a little love from you can keep them continuing to love you more and more as the days pass by. They won’t feel defeated as long as you’re by their side. Remember to love them as much as they love you okay?

For some reason, it feels like your person has an air of authority and mystery over them? They’re probably someone who’s also authoritative at work or the more dominant person in the relationship, steering and guiding you through the ups and downs of this relationship.

Dear Pile 2, I can see your person is really reaaalllllyyyyy wanting to marry you You’ll need to remember to voice out your thoughts if you’re not interested in marriage, or you’re not ready for that yet.

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Pile 3

Yo Pile 3! Not gonna lie, your pile is giving me sexy and nsfw vibes. Your person is probably someone older than you and much experienced in you in any and every way, life or even sex. This pile literally made me have that 👀 eyes cuz the cards are giving me that energy (cues KAI’s Mmmh). They wanted to do so many things to you, but they had to hold back, because they know you’re still inexperienced. They had to stop themselves from thinking about it cuz it makes them slightly upset that they got to take things slow even when they love you so much, but they’re willing to wait. They’re willing to court you. They mean it. They love you so much that they’re willing to put their wants aside.

You make them weak in the knees, they’re literally weak for you. There will be some indecisiveness on thinking where do they want to bring you, or what y’all should do for the next date, or what to eat when y’all hang out the next time. This is because they want to give you the best, not to mention that you’re always in their head. In the end, they’ll just stop being indecisive and decide that doing all of them would be the best option.

As smart as they may be, they’re always imagining scenes in their head and practicing the words they want to say to you. It’s like they have no idea how to really charm you with their words when you’re with them and they’re determined to do it better. The best way to do it? Imaginary practice. Though they still might fail cuz I have a feeling that you’re the type to act slightly different from what they expected.

Dear Pile 3, you are their source of fun, their source of joy, and they just want to achieve every single happiness and to enjoy them with you, their beloved. They just want to experience everything with you and want you by their side to be participating in their life. It’s a cute energy yet a hot one at the same time I don’t know how this is possible.

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Thanks for reading until the end! Feedbacks and reblogs are appreciated!

Y’all can drop by my Instagram here if you’re interested as well! I’ll be posting different types of PACs over there in the future but will also post more here I guess lmAO

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[dirtybitfic]

THERAPY PT2

matt sturniolo x fem reader/y/n

contains: therapy session, experimenting, kinks, going to an event.

pink : you blue:matt

your pov-

After I got home from my first session with Matt my mind was running wild .He is so hot and I don't know if ill be able to control myself in my session today.

this past week ive been going through more websites and doing more research on kinks I could have and adding some to my list. Ive also finished two book this week and dear god I didn't think I could find this many new things that I would like but god dark romance has opened my eyes to so many new possibilities. Some of them are very concerning... like in the last book I read the guy bought the girl a collar and made her walk to him as he had a chain link connected to the collar dragging her around on it. Like what the fuck that should sound concerning but if the right man asked me to do it sadly I probably would.

I just got dressed in a somewhat nice outfit I wanted to look good for Matt I know he's just my therapist but for some reason I want him to notice me and maybe even compliment how I look.

skip 30 minutes-

I just parked in the deck and was rushing to get my purse and make my way into the elevator. Its about 6:50 im praying to god I won't be late but again LA traffic was a shit show .

I made it up to the 20th floor and rushed out into the waiting area and up to the desk .

hey y/n matts finishing up with something with his brothers but he said for you too just head back once you got here.

okay thank you you say and making your way to his office.

you knock on the door making sure he knows you’re about to enter

come in you hear a voice say from the other side.

you open the door and walk in seeing not only matt but what you can only guess are his brothers . they all look alike obviously because they are triplets but there are subtle differences.

hi y/n im sorry I was just finishing up with them but have a seat and we’ll get started in a second

okay you say as you walk between them to the chair in front of his desk

hey I like your outfit one of the others say

oh thank you you say smiling as you set your purse down

no problem ! okay matt we’ll head out he says as he starts heading to the door

the other one glances at you smiling you smile back and he gives matt a hug before leaving

see you at home?

yeah but I have an event tonight so i’ll be home late

alright he says leaving the two of you alone in the room.

matt makes his way to his desk.

alright lets get started . How has this week Been

pretty good I did some research on some new things to expand my list

okay and what new things did you find?

well I read about breeding kinks and I realized its definitely something I find intriguing

okay and what do you find appealing about it

I think the way its kind of a possession type of thing like they are claiming me fully by you know "putting their baby in me"

so its the possessiveness of the act that excites you?

yeah I think so

okay next one

okay ummm cuckolding

okay and which side of it appeals you . Watching your partner with someone else or hearing stories about their past sexual encounters?

I think hearing about it . im more iffy on this one . I get jealous very easily so it might not be for me

okay well we can come back to that one later . Do you have more ?

yeah a couple more

okay go a head with the next one

okay um edging...

hmm okay and is that something you would like to do to someone else or have done to you?

to me definitely to me you said quickly with a small laugh.

okay he says chuckling a little bit at your reaction to his question.

What made you look into edging?

um I don't know its kind of like overstimulation right?

yes its a form of overstimulation

well then I guess thats why it sounds like something I could like

okay next one

katoptonphilia I don't know if I said it correctly

okay so mirrors . You like watching yourself?

yeah I guess sometimes . like if a man were to be fucking me infront of a mirror and made me watch myself I think that would be hot

Matt adjusts in his seat. He also has this kink and thinking of fucking you in front of a mirror has him growing painfully hard.

Alright next

scene play...

okay and what is the scene that you most thought of when reading about this one

A teacher and student roll play I guess

Have you ever had fantasies in the past about a teacher you've had?

uhhh yeah actually

What about that teacher were you attracted too?

well I guess his voice it was super deep and raspy and his hands they were huge . There was a couple times he'd come over to help me with my work and he'd put his hand on my back when I got distracted and i'm not even exaggerating it took up almost all of my back.

he looked at you with narrowed eyes and for some reason it made you nervous .

I mean im not a small girl you know what I mean so knowing his hands were that big turned me on

would you say you have a size kink?

oh yeah for sure

interesting ...okay next one.

sensory deprivation

okay and is it sight, hearing or something else that you like with this one

I think all of it to be honest . Ive never been blindfolded but ive always thought it would be fun. I also think that umm if someone took away my ability to breathe for a little bit that would be hot

And how would you want them to take your breathe?

I guess like a hand over my mouth and the other holding my nose or chocking me hard enough to take my breath but not hurt me

okay so that one is definitely something you'd like

yes that is a definite yes

okay is that the last one

umm no ... I have two more

okay he says waiting for you to continue

okay electrophilia

oh hmm okay and what drew you to this one

well after last session and our um ... conversation about punishments . I guess I went home wondering about other ways to be punished and this one caught my eye.

okay so punishments is definitely something you'd like in your next relationship he asks a small smirk tugging at his lips. He had never touched one of his clients before you. Doing physical "demonstrations" was not something he would ever do but when you he had brought it up to you and you said you'd never tried it he couldn't help himself but show you . He had gone home and immediately went to take a shower jacking off to the thought of you.

His mind runs wild when you sit in front of him reading off your kinks and fantasies not only because they match up with his but also because you're exactly his type in not only looks but sexual wants and needs.

absolutely I mean last week definitely opened my eyes to it and I couldn't stop thinking about it so..

mmm okay and what's the last one

okay well I don't know if this one is considered a kink or if so what kink it would be

so is it more of a fantasy ?

I mean I guess so I don't know

okay well tell me and then we can work out what it is

okay umm like a collar ...

a collar he says with a smirk on his face that has you holding your breathe .

mhm you say tight lipped thinking that you said something wrong by the expression on his face

okay explain to me what you mean by a collar... like what is it used for

well okay I read a book this past week where the guy... bought the girl a collar with a lock ... and when she gave him attitude or didn't listen it would shock her and ummm... at one part he connected a chain to a part of it and made her crawl to him and he also dragged her around with it when he got angry with her

you like to read a lot don't you he said remembering last time you said that the books you read corrupted you a bit.

yeah I guess so

so do you think thats something you would actually enjoy with a real man and not just because you like the fictional character?

I mean I think if the right man came along id pretty much do anything for him

hmm he hums looking at you with a gleam in his eye and a look you cant quite place.

I feel like you have something to say about that and just don't want to offend me you say with a tinge off worry but also attitude.

I mean I guess im just trying to figure out what you mean by you'd do anything for the right man . A lot of men would kill for a woman like you

woman like me ? you ask confused as your eyes narrow on him.

I meant in the sense that... if you found a man that was everything you've wanted and gave you everything you've ever wanted and probably more you would worship at his feet... at least thats the impression I'm getting

I mean ... id say yeah . Is that bad? you ask leaning forward keeping intense eye contact.

no I don't think thats bad.

mmm you hum as you sit back in your seat still maintaining the eye contact.

There is a weird feeling in the air . Like there is some tension but you cant quite place why.

how would you feel going to an event with me tonight?

Are you asking to be your date matt? you ask with a small smile creeping onto your lips as your eyes challenge his

Not exactly . The event is for a bdsm club... a high class club that not many people know about but ... you might find someone there that may peak your interest.

hmmm I don't know

You can say no but I thought I might as well bring it up you never know who you might meet and what's the worst that could happen other than having to spend a couple hours with your therapist

I mean i guess It wouldn't be that bad being stuck with you for a couple extra hours you say with a playful eye roll.

funny... so is that a yes?

mmm yeah why not . But ... im not exactly dressed for something like that

yeah well lucky for you I thought about that earlier he says getting up and walking to a closet on the left side of the office

oh so you planned this out huh?

I wouldn't say I planned it but in the case that you said yes I wanted to have something ready for you to wear

he pulls out a long bag that is usually used for clean pressed suits and a pair of black hells hanging on the top of the hanger

how did you know my sizing? you ask kind of confused

lucky guess. he says with a shrug

he walks back over to you as you stand up and he unzips the bag showing you the dress that was seemingly perfect inside the bag.

wow all black huh

I thought id play it safe he says smiling at you .

mmm I like it but matt... I know these heels they cost a good amount of money

meh not that much

you smile at him as he hands you the dress and heels telling you to go change and he will wait for you in his office

you change in the bathroom noticing the girl from the reception desk is already gone . Must have gone over our allotted appointment time again but the crazy thing is when your talking to matt time goes by so fast you don't even realize you've been In his office for 2 hours.

you head back to his office holding your clothes you came in in one hand as your heels clack on the marble floor.

you enter his office as he looks up from his computer looking at you.

you give him a smile and a small spin.

wow you look good he says taking you in with his eyes.

thanks to you ... you know you have good taste in dresses

im glad you approve . Let me just shut down my computer and pack my stuff and we can head out

okay do you want me to follow you in my car there

no we'll take my car and ill drop you off at your car after the event

oh alright you say as you go to grab your purse and phone.

your phone rings and you see its Leslie

go ahead and take that ill start shutting down the lights in here ill meet you in the lobby

okay you say as you pick up and head into the lobby/ waiting area

Hey Leslie what's up

nothing I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie when you get home

oh shit sorry im actually heading to an event right now

what since when

um since 10 minutes ago

with who ?

my therapist....

you mean your hot therapist you wouldn't shut up about this whole past week ... how did this happen

one I didn't talk about him that much and two I don't know it just sort of came up

mhmmm sureee well I cant wait to hear about it when you get home

yep okayyy I gotta go I love you see you when I get home

I love you too and have fun with your sexy ass ... sex therapist

yeah okay ill make sure too have a lot of fun with my sexy hot therapist I really gotta go

okay bye

bye

as you hang up you hear a throat clear behind you.

you gulp turning around to see matt smirking down at you

Fuck he definitely heard me call him sexy and hot . why was he just standing there and why did I not hear him walk out here.

ready to go

mhm yep

you both make your way to the elevators after he locked up and got down to the parking deck.

okay im parked over here he says walking to the left and you follow him to the most gorgeous car you've ever seen.

wow I love your car. Ive always wanted a gt just never had the money for one

I could definitely see you driving one of these he says he smiles at you with a look of admiration in his eyes.

you blushed as he popped the trunk for you to set your things in and then opened your door for you to get in. Then he got in and started up the car.

the interior was red leather that had your crush on him going even bigger.

Not only is he nice, hot, sexy, and exactly your type but he also drives your literal dream car down to a t. How could he get any more perfect.

He start driving out of the parking deck as closer but nine inch nails starts playing.

You've had many of dirty thoughts of things you would do to this song. You rub your thighs together as heat pools between them as your mind runs wild with dirty thought involving matt who's right next to you.

you like nine inch nails? you ask looking over at him

yeah love them but especially this song

me too you say smiling to him

he looks back to the road and god he looks so good driving . The way his large veiny hands grip the wheel and his perfect side profile glows in the dark city lights has you melting in your seat.

You have to force yourself to remember he's your therapist and its not appropriate for you to be having inappropriate thoughts about him.

I have a couple guys I wanna introduce you too while were at this event. But for the most part stick with me there's some older men there that are... not so pleasant and I don't want them making moves on you .

o-okay sounds good you say taking a breathe.

Since this is a higher class club some of the men think they can do whatever they want and have no consequences and the last thing I want is for something bad to happen to you. okay?

yeah I get what your saying you say as you look out the window

new flame by chris brown, usher and rick ross starts playing.

you softly sing along since you its one of your favorite songs

you feel eyes on you causing you to look over at him seeing him smiling at you.

what?

nothing he says still smiling and looking back at the road as your pulling into a very nice drive up to a fancy building.

He parks his car and shuts the car off getting out and going around to your side to open your door .You get out as he take your hand in his and slips your phone in one of his pant pockets.

come on he says leading you up the stairs to the large door where two men stand.

Good evening Mr .Sturniolo one of them says as they open the doors for you both to enter the building

you smile at them as you follow Matt inside and up a set off stairs. The next set of doors enter into a large ballroom adorned with large tables with booth seating and two bars one on the left and right wall.

you wanna grab a drink

yeah sure

he leads you to the bar and orders a glass or bourbon then asks you what you want after you tell him what you want the bartender makes your drink and hands them to matt.

you take a sip and fuck they made it strong causing you to make a face

you okay he asks noticing your facial expression

yeah im fine just stronger than I was expecting

yeah they are a bit heavy handed here

you don't say you say letting out a small laughing making him chuckle under his breathe .

Matt hey how are you a guy says coming upon next to him

Hey Jake Im Good how about you man

eh you know work has been kicking my ass but good otherwise

Glad to hear it man . I actually wanted to find you at some point tonight . he looks over at you . This is one of my clients y/n I thought you too might want to get to know each other

oh wow your beautiful its nice to meet you y/n he says shaking your hand

its nice too meet you too .

He's definitely an attractive guy but the only man your really wanting is your therapist Matt who is standing mere inches away from you watching the interaction.

So what are you looking for tonight

oh I don't know if im looking for anything. Matt said I might benefit from coming tonight so I did

mmm okay well tell me some things your interested in sexually and maybe I can ... be of some assistance

oh ummm I don't know I... you were caught off guard by how direct his question was. Its one thing to talk to Matt about your kinks and wants and needs since its his job but when a random man you just met asks you don't know what to say.

matt steps in and decides to answer for you

She has been wanting to experiment some new things lets just say what she needs to find is the perfect dominant man

Your face flashes red with embarrassment as you look at him and back to Jake.

aww so cute she's embarrassed

you glare at him and he chuckles

I mean I can definitely be that for you . I can give you my number and you can think about it he says stepping closer

you look at matt for some what of an approval to get jakes number.

don't look at me thats up to you

you sigh . Y-yeah sure why not . Matt hand him your phone from his pocket

Jake puts his name and number in your contacts and text himself something so he has your number too.

I hope to hear form you gorgeous he says before walking away

Matt steps in front of you meeting your eyes .

y/n your not gonna find someone if you cant even tell them what you want

oh whatever i just didn't really think he was my type

mhmm okay he says looking down at you

you roll your eyes knowing he's right . You don't know how to tell men what you want thats the whole reason you started going to him in the first place .

okay well if he wasn't your type look around and if someone catches your eye point him out to me

ugh do I have too you ask honestly because to be honest you don't really want anyone here but him but you know you cant have him so just to make him happy you start scanning the room .

You spot a guy with black hair and bright green eyes who looks like he was carved by a greek god and is covered in tattoos .

you quark a smile and point to him.

Hmm Aris kalmin hes a very rich business man but I don't think hes a good pick

and why do you say that

Because you said you wanted not only to be dominated but to also feel taken care of after ... with Aris you won't get that. He is the type of dominant to use you when and how he wants and will not take time to clean you up and make you feel good after

mmm okay yeah you have a point there okay never mind then

you scan the room again not seeing anyone that really gets your a attention .

hey I see someone at the bar I want you too meet

ugh okay you wanted to get a refill anyway . You were already a little tipsy you were two drinks in and since they made each so strong it was definitely hitting harder.

you asked for another drink when you reached the bar

matt going over to a very tall man who had one green eyes and one blue , his chiseled face had a light stubble and his hair was dark and fluffy. His neck was adorned with tattoos and so were his arms. He was definitely your type and now since you were tipsy you had a bit more courage than you did meeting the first guy.

the bartender handed you your drink as you looked back over at matt , him and the guy he wants you to meet are already staring you down with daring smirks on their faces which has your heart racing . Matt motions you over with his hand and you slowly make your way to them across the bar.

y/n this is Theo

hi its nice to meet you

its nice to meet you too matt was just telling me a bit about you

oh all good things I hope you say giving him a playful smile

very.. good things he says looking down at you from his 6'5 height .

you gulp feeling a bit intimidated by his size and the way his heterochromia eyes bore into yours.

you have gorgeous eyes

mm thank you sweetheart he says cocking his head a little as he smirks.

he leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear causing shivers to run down your back as his breathe hits your ear.

imagine looking into them for hours on end as you cum for me over and over

you choke on air as your face gets red and you clench your thighs trying to dull the throb in-between them

mmm I think you'd like that wouldn't you he says coming face to face with you

you gulp and slowly shake your head yes not knowing what exactly to say. You've never had a man speak so directly about pleasuring you before other than obviously your sessions with matt and the conversations you have.

he smiles and stands back up straight

maybe we can arrange that yeah

mhm y-yeah

he hands you his phone with contacts already pulled up you take it and put your name and number in and hand it back.

well it was nice meeting you y/n I hope to see you soon and matt we gotta catch up soon its been a while

yeah man just text me and we can work something out

Theo walks away and matt looks at you smiling

So what did you think of him

y-yeah he seems nice

mmm yeah I bet I saw the way you clenched your thighs when he said something to you

yeah okay whatever you say with more attitude than you meant too.

watch the attitude y/n he says sternly

or what you say tauntingly. Even though Theo was nice and definitely turned you on with what he said Matt was still right there in the front of your mind. Something about Matt just drawls you in and you cant stop no matter how hard you've tried for the past week to keep in mind he's your therapist and there is a line you shouldn't cross you just cant avoid the obvious attraction.

he steps closer to you causing you to look up at him . You sway a bit from the obvious slightly drunk state you're in from the drinks you've had throughout the night.

I don't think you wanna cross that line y/n he says smirking but keeping a deep stern voice.

But what if I do?

mmm he hums leaning down closer so he is mere inches from your ear . I don't think you can handle me sweetheart he says in your ear as he brushes some hair off your shoulder and he places a small kiss just below your ear.

you move your hand to his neck and tug slightly on his hair so you can reach his ear.

One thing you should know about me matt... is that I love a challenge

he turns to look you in the eyes . His jaw is clenched and there is a dark gleam in his eye that has your pulse racing. Your definitely drunk which is giving you a new found confidence . You would have never made a move on Matt sober because again he is your therapist but right now your not thinking with your head.

Come on were leaving he says grabbing you harshly by your arm and pulling you with him. His tight grip elicits a whine from your mouth.

You both hurriedly make your way out of the building and down the stairs. Hes not only dragging you with him by your arm but your also drunk causing you to trip over your heels and fall into him on the last step.

Jesus Christ matt slow down

I don't know who you think you are telling me what to do he says in a tone that for some reason makes you want to cry . Its the tone of a father who's angry at you for doing something you know you shouldn't ... Maybe thats the childhood trauma talking but...

o-okay im sorry

come on he says leading you to the car slower this time

he gets you into the passenger seat and shuts the door harshly causing you to jump.

he gets in and immediately starts the car

Put your seatbelt on now

you immediately buckle in not wanting to test his limits since he seems to already be on edge.

good girl he says before pulling out of the long drive way slightly fast and speeding down the streets then you reach the highway and he drives in the fast lane speeding down the dark highway .

After a second you realize you just passed the exit to get off for his building . He was supposed to drop you at your car after the event...

matt where are we going I thought you were dropping me at my car after

he smiles darkly before answering

Were going to my house

that statement immediately sobered you up.

Fuck me ... his house... I guess he took what I said earlier seriously. I mean I did mean it but I didn't think he'd actually do something about it .

I guess ill have to sit here and wait to find out

Part 3 coming .... 💋

#matt sturniolo #fanfiction #dirty nasty #Spotify

[jewishconvertthings]

This isn’t a conversion question but I hope it’s okay to ask here. Is there anything I can do to support people living in Israel during this terrifying time?

Hi anon,

I wrestled with how/if to respond to this, because I try very hard to keep I/P politics off of this blog and have since I started this blog in 2017 or so. It is not relevant to this blog what my opinions are on this, and it's hard to talk about the topic at all (even in a neutral way) without people accusing you of being Zionist or Anti-Zionist if what you say does not perfectly line up with their viewpoint.

But in the end, I think that this transcends politics. It has to. Condemning the slaughter, torture, and sexual abuse of human beings, whoever they are, is the correct opinion. I don't care who is doing it, and I don't care why. This isn't a political debate; this is basic human decency.

As for what you can do right now? If you have Israeli or Palestinian friends (whether they are in your community or in Israel/Palestine, reach out to them. They may b'ezrat Hashem be safe, but they are not ok, so instead of asking, just let them know you are thinking of them, that you are praying for their continued safety and for peace to come swiftly and justly. They may not feel like talking, but if they do, hold space for them.

There are a lot of excellent organizations collecting funds to help with the great need that has been created by these atrocities. Find ones whose mission and goals align with your own, double check their validity, and then donate what you can.

Many Jewish communities (most, I assume) are currently organizing or have already set up community events to address the issues and to pray as a community. Look at your email - my inbox had no less than twelve different events (online and in person) within the next few days - and check the websites for Jewish organizations that you affiliate with for opportunities to gather and debrief.

And, perhaps, the most important thing from a social media standpoint: make sure that you vet *all* information before deciding to accept it as true and cross-check it with other sources, especially if you plan on sharing that information. Both Hamas and the Israeli government are masters of propaganda, and the Western media really likes to lean into this for a better story. Since Western media thrives on conflict and hyped up emotions to keep people interested and scrolling, there is a strong incentive to publish as much as quickly as possible, the more sensational the better. Use reputable sources, but don't rely on them to get it right 100% of the time. I would suggest looking at reputable sources that have a clear, known bias in each direction and comparing them both to media that at least attempts to be neutral. So far, it doesn't seem like too too many facts have been in dispute (most of the information about the atrocities committed by Hamas has been posted by Hamas as propaganda) but it's early. If you have the emotional bandwidth and have done the research, please correct the misinformation you see from friends, family, and followers. Do **not** jump in with assumptions or non-researched opinions, because that will only fuel the chaos and not help anyone.

Above all, be smart, be wary of disinformation, be compassionate, and (to the extent you are able) be generous. Remember that civilians are civilians, that neither group of civilians chose this, that plenty of them dream of a peaceful and just coexistence, and that intentionally hurting non-combatants is always wrong no matter the justification.

As for me, I will turn to Tehillim and to the words of the Prayer for Peace:

May we see the day when war and bloodshed cease, When a great peace will embrace the whole world. Then nation will not threaten nation, and the human family will not again know war. For all who live on earth shall realize we have not come into being to hate or to destroy. We have come into being to praise, to labor, and to love. Compassionate God, bless the leaders of all nations with the power of compassion. Fulfill the promise conveyed in Scripture: I will bring peace to the land and you shall lie down and no one shall terrify you. I will rid the land of vicious beasts and it shall not be ravaged by war. Let justice and righteousness flow like a mighty stream. Let God’s peace fill the earth as the waters fill the sea. And let us say: Amen

#jumblr #really hope I don't regret posting this #<<sigh>>

[lassolasso]

okay folks, buckle in i did some snooping again.

3x08 jamie goggles hoodie, you know her you love her

this fUCKING RIDICULOUS THING is (i am 97% sure) the diagonal raised fleece goggle hoodie sold for the cheap price of 330 USD

and when i saw this insane piece of fabric i obviously thought, hmm pray tell what the fuck does that look like with the hood on?

a reasonable question i thought but oH NO

i fucking scoured C.P. company’s website but they do not have a single promo photo of the goggle aspect of their design being utilized

never fear friends here is the answer

this is what it looks like on and i think it was worth every second i spent procrastinating my finals

i doubt anyone makes it to the end of this ride but thank you if u did. i now need a scene of roy bullying him into actually wearing the goggles and making fun of them so much so if someone wants to get on that let me know

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso 3x08 #imagine: getting up at 4:30 AM #stepping innocently out your front door ready to start the day #and you see THAT FUCKING THING JOGGING TOWARDS YOU #mine

[soshaaaa]

ObeyMe DEMON BROTHERS, but as Will Wood's songs!

i just love will wood, ok?

LUCIFER

♪She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much" / 'Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love / Just one week of cicada days, we're losing touch / And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much♪

Jeez, finding a song for him was tough, but i guess i did my best.

Apparently, "Cicada days" is about "that even the most painful losses can teach us something, as long as we persevere" according to some website. And i think it's pretty accurate.

I guess this song works well with all that Lilith death and Celestial Realm situation. Bro literally lost everything but still standing.

MAMMON

♪Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe / Oh please, let me go / Please, policeman, is it a test? / I won't know 'til I'm under arrest / Am I being detained / Am I under arrest? (Yes, you are!) / Read me my rights, please (No!) / I want my phone call!♪

So this song is about "dealing with life difficulties and feeling like you are trapped in a cage by circumstances". I thought that it, again, works well with Celestia drama and with fact that Lucifer was the one who chose everything for them. That would also work for Levi, but pppffft.

Also his brothers are often bullying him, so "feeling like in cage" might suit this well. No one takes him seriously and think that he is stupid, sad.

And oooobviosly Mammon might be in cage because he stole something expensive and hanging out in jail!)

other ones under the cut~

LEVIATHAN

♪One night one flung light through this place / So I run for cover, over, under, left the rind out on the plate / Little heart racing and praying, "Something, keep me safe" / I think it saw my face / Okay, one hungry day / Is nothing come what may♪

Okay, i have absolutely no idea what this thing is about, but according to some people this thing is about "Wanting to have someone near you and struggling with loneliness, but then accepting everything". Which gives some Levi vibes, since he is all "lonely worthless otaku".

But it's actually about a mouse, that's trying hard to live, wishes for cheese, hated just because of it's existence and naively hope that it will get to the cheese moon. It wanted to be friends with everyone, but eventually it gets trapped and killed. That's so hella sad and I've almost cried when i saw the clip, but, also it works well with Levi i guess. Poor dude wanted to be helpful for everyone, but everyone just left him(

All those hunger and cheese themes making me think of Beel, but no, it's not his song for sure.

SATAN

♪...Is there room for me in your cage?/.../ Animals are people too, but these people are animals/.../You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out / It's awful out here, Socrates♪

AND

♪I wanna make my murder look like a suicide / But they'll all know, they'll all know / They'll all know that the body's mine / I wanna go anonymous to identify / But they'll all know, they'll all know♪

Ok so "Willard!" is pretty obvious. The singer loves animals a lot more than humans and wishes to be animal too. And Satan is definitely that one type of people who prefer Cats over people.

And "Cotard's Solution" is kinda more complicated. Its about struggling with your identity. Actually Will Wood's "Self-Ish" album has a few other songs like that, but i felt like this one was the one. Satan's identity struggle is a big part of his character as we all know. Since he is a part of Lucifer and all that stuff. And Satan's love for knowledge is also working well, since singer is trying to understand what life is and what it even means.

I was thinking about "Hand me my shovel im going in" or "2012", but i thought this one is better.

ASMODEUS

♪Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful? / Oh lord. Don't ask me what I mean /.../ I'll never know. I'll never know. I'll never know. I'll never know what it's like / What it's like to love you♪

In this song singer talks about extremely pretty woman, who he is in love with. He is ready to sacrifice himself for her, even if he knows that it's dangerous.

Part from UNOFFICIAL meaning interpretation that i saw:

"Overall, "White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)" seems to be a portrayal of the intense emotions and confusion that can come with infatuation, particularly when it is unreciprocated. The woman in the song represents a sort of unattainable ideal, something that the narrator desires but cannot fully understand or possess."

I think this song works reaaaally good with Asmo. We all know how much Asmo wants to be the prettiest so everyone would love him. He is taking dietes to keep his form, uses a lot of skincare routine and overall trying to be perfect. Lets take that the "woman" is the ideal that Asmo is trying to reach, and he is ready to go on any sacrifices to be perfect the way how he wants it. So everyone will love him!

and i really like this song.

BEELZEBUB

♪Just like my parents in due time / Imagine me, just like my parents, yeah, right / 'Cause I've made more mistakes than simple empty moments /Each one as out of character as you know I tend to be♪

AND

♪Of the two things we do on our knees / Watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles / Well, here is the church, here is the steeple / Open the doors, see all the people / Alright, that's enough, let's get you home♪

I could find something that would suit him more so... uhhh.. "Becoming the Lastnames". Its just some cute song about how singer wants to create family, live happy and accepting responsibility for one's life. And hoping for the best, and working to create a lasting legacy for his family.

I mean, Beel is family guy. I just couldn't find anything better, sorry.

And about Kitchen floor... Well, that song is more about childhood dreams and adult reality, but its also about accepting your past mistakes and trying to work harder in future, so i guess it's not that bad????

Sorry Beel fans, i couldn't find anything better(

BELPHEGOR

♪Hold my hands, we'll dance the twelve step on my grave / I'd kill the man I am for one more chance to be yours, babe / No, I ain't begging, I'm just saying, it's an option / Don't let the latest be the last nail in my coffin / If you need me, I'll be in my coffin♪

AND

♪I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night / Well, who else could I be when I can hardly see? / I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night / I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between /.../ And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?♪

These two are just perfect match with Belfie!

The "Vampire reference in minor key" is about feeling dead inside and wanting for someone to save you. And we all know how dead inside own Belfie is.

And "Dr. Sunshine is dead" is about world not being black and white. And the whole Moon/Sun theme along with Dreams stuff is just perfect!

And both of them suit well with attic part! There is nothing much to say about these, they are just perfect.

I also thought about "Red moon", but i couldn't properly understand what it was about sooo...

Idk, tell if you want side characters version idk?

i enjoyed making this though~

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me shall we date #om! shall we date #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #spotify #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me swd #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #music #music headcanons

[rucbarthatbowtiesarecooldw]

September 30, 2023 Saturday Morning Session

How Wondrous and Great

How Firm a Foundation

Conducting: President Eyring

Elder David A Bednar

The Stalwart souls who travelled with the last wagons

They of the last wagon pressed forward

Captain Moroni – if more were like him the devil would never have power Alma 48:17

Walk in the path of your duty and press forward

Samuel the Lamanite: most walk clearly

Quiet members who often go unrecognized with their sustaining influence

Reverence the sanctity and importance of Life in God’s plan

Heavenly Father loves those who minister to children with love and unending kindness

Sister Amy A. Wright 1st Counselor Primary

Parable of the ten virgins Matt 25:1-13

Spiritual preparedness and discipleship

Cancer – “everything is going to be okay

At one point it will be too late to put more oil in your lamps – every drop matters now – but remember that because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ we will all be ok.

That is the greatest power on earth

Here is your reminder that the Atonement of Jesus Christ covers so many more things than just repentance or helping with forgiveness – it is also there to help us gather strength when filled with pain or sorrow, help us know that we are not alone even in the darkness of our mental health.

Gather and focus light

God with infinite knowledge, love, and glory

We cannot share our oil but we can share His light

We need more holy and revelatory experiences

He is the reason why there is never an end to our story

Eternal Life is Eternal Joy

Look to Jesus Christ and Live – like the story about the people of moses looking to the snake on a staff

I Feel My Savior’s Love

Elder Robert M. Daines, 70

Face blindness from being shot

How do you suffer from spiritual faceblindness?

Do you see Heavenly Fathers love and mercy, or a thicket of rules and thorns?

Spiritual faceblindness = seeing the rules but not recognizing God’s love

Can you sometimes only lipsync and not sing the song of redeeming love?

Does this activity/lesson help people see Jesus?

Also are we being inclusive in how we are presenting the activity/lesson?

Pray and study to see who He is and what He loves

God is completely devoted to His children in every age and nation

They are not rules to earn His love – He already loves you perfectly!

We worship our Father and not a formula

Covenants are the shape of God’s embrace

Elder Carlos A. Godoy, Presidency of the 70

Got in the wrong taxi

Heavenly Father does not do coincidences.

Omar ended up returning, being baptized and baptizing his wife and children, and then were able to be sealed a year later

Felt it was about time to go back to church for the sake of their children

Anything broken can be mended with Jesus Christ

The decision of one will impact whole generations

Not just from someone choosing to leave – also because of what caused them to leave

We should always be asking where will this lead?

Decisions, impact on self and future generations etc.

Shouldn’t we be more valiant and less lukewarm

High on the Mountain Top

D Todd Christofferson

What is the purpose of this gathering?

Protection of the covenant people

A defense and refuge from the storm

He holds the keys to administer in all authority

Keeping a proper and faithful record

Eternal families by the sealing powe

Baptisms and sealings for the dead

Add strength to your chain

Ian S. Ardern 70

Love your neighbor, refugees?

“lets all talk about Africa” – ahhh Uganda

Give to humanitarian efforts – Partners in Health (Green brothers approved donation website)

Compassion is an attribute of Christ, it demonstrates love to others and knows no boundaries

God will guide you in compassionate acts of discipleship

True compassion is more than merely flinging a coin to a beggar, it comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs reconstructuring- MLK

Compassion does not require us to know them, it only requires us to love them.

Faith in Every Footstep

President Dallin H. Oaks

Fullness of the Doctrine of Jesus Christ

Heavenly Father loves all His children so much, that He wants us all to live in a kingdom of glory forever.

In our Fathers house is many mansions

Your divine potential has everything to do with God’s love for you, and nothing to do with which glory you might possibly obtain later in life – this is something to be between you and God

You will be where you are comfortable

Do not just go through the motions and make “deposits”  - less of a checklist

He will force no one into a sealing relationship against his or her own will

TW - Plan of Salvation, Family Proclamation

Come Listen to a Prophets Voice

#genconf #tumblrstake #ldsconf #general conference #church of jesus christ of latter day saints #saturday morning session

[adventuringblind]

Make Me Yours

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: chaotic smut (I'm a slut for this man)

Summary: Daniel mentions something to Oscar and he takes a shot in the dark.

Warnings: KNIFE PLAY, blood, intensive aftercare, Max and Daniel being big brothers, Oscar is a dork and we love him for it, enemies to lovers if you squint, soft dom Oscar, Reader is a mess for Oscar and he loves it.

Notes: This was an anonymous request! I hope you like it!! Please remember to communicate and take care of yourselves if you engage in a kink like this!! Reader is a Redbull rookie which I know is ridiculous but it's fiction.

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She wouldn't say her sex life is vanilla. Definitely the opposite, actually. Most people would look at Oscar and assume he is the most boring human on the planet.

They are all wrong.

Most the drivers, including herself, teased him about how he knows two positions maximum. He'd gotten fed up with it and showed her exactly why everyone is wrong.

Turns out pent up tension from being rivals from F3 and F2 leads to these situations. The situation being mind-blowing sex with the one guy who you didn't want to admit feelings for.

Formula 1 is an unforgiving world. She didn't need feelings getting in the way. Until Oscar came along and ruined it all.

Until that night, at least. Now they are stuck together like glue. It drives Max and Daniel insane with how much he's around the Redbul garage.

She tried to use the 'best friends' excuse until Daniel caught them in her driver's room.

"It's always the rookies."

That being said, her problem isn't the sex, or Oscar, or her relationship at all. The problem is how to bring up something she would like to try.

Both of them like trying new things and have been very clear on boundaries and keep open communication about the subject. He's never judged her for anything she's brought up. So why can't she just ask him?

"Something on your mind?" Daniel appears from thin air, and she slams her phone down out of view. She prays he didn't see the pictures of the silver blades and thinks she a psycho.

"Nope," she squeaks. A terrible recovery on her end.

"Watching porn? Looking at Mr. Piartri's nudes? Come one, you can tell me!"

Max pokes his head out from around the corner. "Are we talking about sex?" Here she thought the secluded space would be far away enough for them to come bother her. Then again, Daniel could help her out. He's good at talking to people.

"Pretty sure you and Charles talked about it last night." She quips without looking at him.

She's blushing and embarrassed. Her brain is yelling at her to run as far away as possible before she does something stupid-

"Hey Daniel, you know about sex stuff right?" Wow, that doesn't sound awkward at all.

"Yes?" He quirks his eyebrow at her. "But if you're looking for a threesome I'm going to have to decline. For now, at least," he winks.

She chokes at the notion. She's going to explode at this rate. Time to bail out. "Never mind, it's not that, but it's dumb."

Max appears fully in her line of sight. "You can't leave us hanging now! Oscar not performing well anymore?" His expression suddenly goes dark. "Or if he hurt you, I won't hesitate to send him into the barriers."

"No! no, it's not him it's me. I don't know how to ask him about something."

Both the males soften. It eases the anxiety a tiny bit, but she'd still rather not be here.

"Hmm, can I ask what it is?"

"A kink," she whispers away from him.

Daniel hears it anyway. "Yours or his?"

"Mine."

Daniel, now seeing he's not going to get anywhere like this, tries a new approach. "Look, this is a no judgment zone, right? Max talks about Charles and their sex life any chance he gets. I am an open book. No laughing or cringing, okay?"

It still feels weird having this conversation. But Daniel isn't going to let it sit now. Curse her impulsive mouth. "Knives. I want him to use a knife on me."

~~~~~

Oscar is sitting in wait around the Redbull motorhome. His girlfriend had said she'd meet him out here and he hasn't seen her all day, so he came early.

Media days are usually difficult for her. The journalists manage to find some new sexist thing to point out every race weekend. It drives all the drivers insane. They can't just let it go and move on to something new.

"Hiya mate!" Daniel appears around the corner and Oscar manages (just barely) to not jump out of his skin. "You waiting for your girl?"

"Yeah, I'm early though. Do I need to go?"

"Nah, you're fine." Daniel throws him a grin. "I'm curious how you keep the marks on her hidden. Been wondering for a while now."

Oscar blinks. His brain is trying to process the last Statement. "You mean... like a hickey?"

"No! The scars." Daniel looks like he's just said the most obvious thing. Oscar is still trying to remain neutral in what is definitely an odd conversation.

Scars? What scars is he talking about? "I-"

"Don't tell me you don't see it! That girl totally has some kind of knife kink."

Knife kink?! Where is this coming from? He tries to think back to any hint of it on her end. It's not like he's opposed to trying new things and he wouldn't be shocked if she felt weird about bringing it up.

"I'd ask her about it mate." Daniel winks and disappears into the crowd of people.

Oscar tries not to think too hard on it. It's just a weird comment made by Daniel in passing.

At least, that's what it started as.

Oscar then finds himself doing research on it. A deep rabbit hole that now occupies far too much space in his brain.

The idea of her permanently some kind of mark he puts there drives him wild. Which is odd, because it hasn't before. A visible hickey every now and then does the trick. Satisfies him when they go out places.

After the first 'I don't see your boyfriend,' he started putting one on her collar bone. Not visible unless she deems it so amd fresh enough to ward off any suspicious characters.

Curse Daniel for giving him this stupid idea. Something more permanent than a hickey sounds appealing.

If it were up to him, he'd keep her in his pocket. It's funny, really, how she thought he didn't know about her feelings. Oscar had played the game for two years. Then he couldn't take it anymore and he snapped.

Yes, she's snarky and moody, and as picky as Lando, until you get past the hard exterior and see she's all soft and squishy. Most of the time, anyway.

He asks her about it after Silverstone. He's coming down off his high and drunk on the adrenaline paired with a shot of success. The confidence boost is really what he needs to put the idea out there. As outrageous as it seems, Daniel might have a point.

"I was thinking about something." He starts off with. She flops onto her bed. Not his since Lando manages to get into his room at the worst times.

"Something good I hope?"

"Depends." Oscar adjusts their position so he can cradle her. The way she snuggles into him like an affectionate cat makes him melt. "It's kinky."

"The best kind of thoughts to have!" She taps his nose with her index finger to accentuate each word.

Oscar steels himself for the possible outcomes. "What if we tried knives."

There is an unmatched look of pure shock on her face. Oscar is prepared to reassure that she doesn't have to, until he notices the glint.

"Yes! I mean - yeah, we should give it a try."

Huh, so Daniel was right. Oscar will have to thank him later for the tip. "We need to talk about it first. I'm thinking either talk now and do it or we save it for a later date."

"How about we talk now, then see?"

"Sounds lovely."

~~~~~

The more Oscar talks, the more she wants it. It's ridiculous what he does to her with merely his voice. Or maybe it's the constant regard for her wants, needs, and safety.

Yeah, it's true what they say: consent really is sexy.

"Love? Did you hear what I was saying?" His voice has they soft mellowness about it that calms the raging see of her emotions.

"No..."

"Stay with me, yeah? I'll put this off if you aren't coherent enough to truly consent to anything." Yep, sexy. No doubt about it.

"I'm here, promise! Just got distracting... thinking."

"About?"

She waits a beat to see if he's willing g to drop it. He makes no indication he'll be moving on, however, making her forced to answer. "Your voice..."

She is going to combust at this rate. It's embarrassing how wrecked she is already. Oscar hasn't even touched her, but the sight of him with the glinting silver blade in his hands has her going feral. The crazy eyed, drooling kind that makes her seem like she should be locked up.

The fact Oscar spent over two hours in discussion and has research to back up every point her makes drivers her wild. She would happily spend the rest of her life with him even after a measly two years together.

He's ruined her. Oscar has made it so she will never be able to leave. So what if she's dramatic? Can you really blame her when she has Oscar Piastri standing in front of her looking ready to devour her?

Oscar takes his time. It's slow and gentle kisses, nimble fingers finding their way around the canvas he knows so well. "Fucking hell you're gorgeous."

She takes a mental note of the way she's in no clothes and he's got all his own. It's unfair and she tugs at his sleeve to signal she wants it off. Oscar complies and pulls the fabric off.

He goes back to licking his way around the inside of her mouth. Her hands relax around his body, taking comfort in the warmth and closeness of the skin-on-skin contact.

His fingers slip through her folds and like muscle memory locate her clit. It's pathetic the sounds he's getting her to make. Specifically, while holding the pocketknife, unopened, in his free hand.

"So pretty for me love. I would cut you up and put you in my pocket if I could. Carry your cute ass around with me like a good luck charm."

She's so far down the rabbit hole of her favorite headspace. Oscar's words are just swimming around her, until the sound of the black clicking open pulls her back into reality.

He presses the flat part of the blade against her arm. The cold of the metal sends a shiver running down her spine.

Oscar is looking deep in the eyes, mapping out every emotion and physical reaction she's having to the sensation. "Color?"

"Green, very green, the brightest of greens-" Oscar shuts her up with a kiss to her temple. It's gentle and meaningful. Enough to turn her right into a blushing mess.

Oscar checks in frequently every time the blade moves. The masochist is jumping for joy when the tip barely rests against her shoulder blade. "Are you ready? Want me to mark you? Shall I make you bleed for me?"

"Please," She whines.

"Keep your eyes on me yeah? You say red and I stop."

She signals that she understands and would like to continue. Oscar traces the line he wants to make.

She hisses when the knife presses downwards. Oscar panics, but he watches her eyes roll back and knows to continue. "Eyes on me, love. I want to see how pretty you look."

The cold stinging sensation makes her whimper in pain and moan in ecstasy all at the same time. He's still talking to her. Voice still calm and gentle. He's watching her intently, tracking every shift until he's done.

He keeps a hand on her to let her know he's still present as he tucks the, now closed knife, safely onto the bedside table. Despite looking so composed to everyone else, she notices the small thing about Oscar's shift in demeanor. Like how his pupils are staring at her, just the slightest bit tinged with the desire tor take her in the next ten seconds.

He resists and makes sure she is ready for that first. "Color?"

She slurs through an ungodly number of praises and words resembling 'green'. Oscar basks in it. He sits and caresses her skin as he watches the cut to make sure he really did go light enough.

Small beads of red appear at the surface, but not enough that he's concerned with first aid at the Moment. He breathes a sigh of relief.

"Osc? Are you still green?"

Oscar softens again. "Yeah, I'm green, just taking in the sight and - happy I didn't stab you." He's breathless and panting. His jeans straining and her hands aching to get her hands on him.

There is so much love and kindness leading up to him finally getting inside of her. The towel underneath her shoulder catches the run-off red. It falls away with every thrust of his hips and rock of her body.

They hit the edge to quickly. Falling over it in white hot pleasure and moans of joy.

"You're such a good girl for me. You did such a good job." Oscar whispers in her ear as he wipes the cut with disinfectant.

Oscar carries her blissed out body to the bathroom and lets her look at the wound before bandaging it. A perfect heart now rests on the peak of her shoulder. Not massive, but enough to be seen without looking to close.

"I love it."

"Yeah? You ready to bandage it?"

"Do we have to?"

She doesn't get her way. Oscar bandages the heart and gets them cleaned up. Then it's water and snacks in bed.

"I never thought you'd be into it."

"I wasn't until Daniel brought it up."

Her entire being stills. Maybe even goes pale and Oscar looks at her in confused worry.

"I might have asked him for advice on how to ask you... about this."

Once again, his face softens. "You know you never have to be afraid of asking me." A gentle smile appears on his face. "I do think we'll have to thank him for this later."

"You're just going to inflate his ego."

"Maybe it's worth it if he keeps giving me advice." Oscar winks at her and smirks.

Yeah, maybe Daniel's pestering isn't to bad.

~~~~~

Oscar stands waiting for the drivers parade the next race weekend with all the other drivers. He's waiting patiently for his favorite rookie to come and join him.

Instead, he is once again jumping out of his skin because Danile is grabbing his shoulders from out of nowhere. "Could you not, like, scare me? Please?"

"But this is more fun! Certainly not as much fun as you had, I'm sure. I saw the scar." Daniel wiggles his eyebrows.

Oscar is blushing, he can feel it in his face. The words he wants to say are not coming out like he intends. "yep, I - um... thanks."

"Let me know if you need any other advice." Daniel smirks and claps him on the shoulder, Leaving Oscar a mess.

This is why I get teased; he thinks.

#x reader #f1 fic #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fanfic #op81 imagine #op81 x reader #op81 #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren racing #mclaren #redbull racing #redbull #redbull daniel #dr3 #mv1 #mv33 #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

[bitacrytic]

Little Brothers

Trigger warning - really weird shit mentioned.

-

“Porsche!” Tankhun said, bursting into Porsche’s office that morning as Porsche sighed heavily.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it could have been an email, Phi,” Porsche said.

“Have you read Brown Legacy by 22xx?” Tankhun asked, slamming his phone down on Porsche’s desk.

“I have not,” Porsche replied, slowly struggling to type out what he was working on before Takhun arrived.

“It’s about our brothers,” Tankhun stated.

Tankhun had to be talking about the site and if he was, then it was romance. Seeing as Porsche had only one brother, it had to be Chay, but there was no way the story would feature Kinn. Most writers liked to explore Kinn’s infatuation with Porsche. Not Chay. Which meant that Tankihun was talking about-

“You mean Kim and Chay?” 

“Yes,” he said. “Why aren’t you more worried about this? They’re writing disgusting stories about your baby brother,” he said, emphasizing “baby”. “And Kim.”

“It’s fiction. Let them have their fun.”

“Have you seen the tags on the story?”

“It doesn’t matter. They can write whatever they want.”

“Non-con,” Tankhun said, reading from his phone as he began pacing. “Enemies-to-lovers.”

“Understandable.”

“About a sixteen-year-old boy?” Taknhun asked.

Porsche paused for a second, thinking about that. Generally, he tended to avoid stories that had his brother in them because he didn’t want that in his brain. Not when those stories were spank-bank material. But now that Tankhun was mentioning it, Porsche wasn't so sure he liked the idea of grown men writing about his brother in that way.

“Okay, maybe it’s a little weird that they’re writing that,” Porsche conceded.

“Only the stories? Aren’t you worried about what this means for your brother and Kim?”

“It’s fiction, Phi. They’re not going to read it and do everything they see there.”

“This, coming from the man who re-enacts his own sex stories.”

Porsche cringed again, praying for the millionth time that his brother was nothing like him.

“There’s outrageous stuff in here. Which might be fine, if I didn't think it would affect impressionable young minds like Chay’s.”

Porsche reached for the phone with a worried frown as Tankhun gave it to him. Quickly, he scanned the tags, looking for what was so wrong with them, and with each tag, Porsche’s eyes just kept getting wider and wider because…

Orgasm denial…

Bestiality…

Incest…

Skat…

“Oh my god!” Porsche threw the phone away.

“You see my problem?” Tankhun asked.

“They shouldn’t be writing that.”

Tankhun stopped moving as he faced Porsche. “I think we’re both worried about different things here.”

“We have to shut that site down right now.”

“No, we have to make sure that Kim stays the fuck away from Chay.”

“What?” Porsche asked, a little confused by Tankhun’s words. 

“Look, Kim’s soul is old and wretched and dead, but Chay is still an angel. We have to keep them away from each other and make sure that Kim never gets it into his head that Chay is a viable romantic option.”

“Oh,” Porsche said, staring into Tankhun’s face and wondering how to explain to Tankhun that that ship had sailed.

Months ago. Porsche had known about Kim and Chay for a while and the fact that Tankhun thought the site would be to blame for that would have been funny if Porsche wasn’t plotting the destruction of the MansionOfMen website, right at that very second.

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#mansionofmen #mansion of men #fanfic #kinnporsche #kimchay

[paradoxxinvader]

COCOA POWDER AND CHOCOLATE CHIPS - hirota maki x reader

pairing :: maki (&team) x fem!reader

genre :: fluff

summary :: you and your boyfriend, maki, attempt to make a tray of brownies for him and his members to celebrate their debut. what they failed to realize that maki being sick limited his comprehension skills. but, hey. what could possibly go wrong?

word count :: 795

warnings :: fluff. fluffffffffffffff.

taglist :: @acousticking @jeonsy98​ 

lu speaks !! :: someone pls pray for me i’ve been retweeting maki-related things for the past 24 hours my friends are concerned i have swept the entire #&team maki tag on tumblr three times i need help

“how about... this one! this recipe looks easy enough!” maki exclaimed, shoving his phone in yn’s face.

“maki, anata,” yn started, scanning the list of ingredients for vanilla cupcakes. “we don’t have pure vanilla bean. and don’t sit so close, you’re sick,”

“oh,”

“it’s okay, though!” she lean forward on the couch the both of them were sitting on, ruffling his hair a little. he scrunched his nose, tiny giggles escaping his lips. “the guys like brownies, right?”

“yea, i think so,” he replied, sitting up straight.

“well, there’s one recipe for chocolate chip brownies! look, you even add some black coffee in it, so k-ani is bound to like them!” the girl showed him the pictures on the website she were scrolling through.

“oooooh, these look good,” maki said, swiping left to see all of the pictures. “we have all the ingredients, right? let’s start now!” he exclaimed, seeing his beloved nod her head.

he jumped off of the couch, grabbing yn’s hand in the process, and running to kitchen. 

“okay what ingredients do we need?” he asked, hands on hips, his face supporting a large, toothy grin.

“right, so, we need cocoa powder, flour, eggs,...” yn started to list off all of the items needed to make the dessert, and maki had taken the duty of taking them out from the various different drawers and shelves. 

yn grabbed two mixing bowls, a whisk, sifter, and measuring cups and placed them on the counter, and maki started to read out how much of what was needed in which bowl after putting his group’s EP on repeat. yn told the boy that she’ll do the actual mixing and all so that the doesn’t make the brownies sick (yes because that last part totally makes sense, lu).

“ok, hanni, add a cup and a half of white flour, a cup and a half of cocoa powder...”

soon enough, the brownies were in the oven and the entire kitchen was a mess. flour and sugar covered the counter tops, yn and maki’s shirts (well, more like maki’s shirts) were covered in cocoa poder dust, and the chocolate chips were spilled all over the floor.

“should we, uh,...” yn started, making a sweeping-with-a-broom motion with her hands.

maki just nods quickly, grabbing a brush and dustpan for yn, and a rag for himself. “you start on the floors, i’ll get the shelves,”

after ten or so minutes, while buzz love was on repeat, the couple had managed to successfully clean up the kitchen, putting all of the dirty dishes in the sink, promising themselves that they’ll wash them in the morning (spoiler alert- they didn’t).

after about a half hour, the timer rang, signalling that the brownies were done. both of the teenagers hurried to the kitchen, and maki started doing a little-wiggly dance while yn grabbed a pair of oven mitts and opened the oven.

she slowly took the tray out, the aroma of... burnt brownies filling the air?

“uh... babe? how long did the recipe say to bake the brownies?” the girl asked her lover.

“uh, i’m not sure but i think forty-five minutes?” the boy shrugged, not noticing the smell because of his blocked nose.

“can you double-check, please?” 

the boy shrugged, grabbing his phone from his hoodie pocket, opening up the browser where the recipe lied. “oh, haha, it say’s thirty minutes, so i think i set the timer about fifteen minutes extra,” the boy chuckled. apparently his hazy brain also limited his ability to read the room.

“babyyyyy, we burnt the brownies,” yn cried out, setting the tray of the extremely dark baked good.

“i mean, it can’t be that bad, now can it?” he grabbed a fork, stabbing a little piece from the corner before popping it into his mouth. he chewed for a minute or two (more like five because he couldn’t chew the rock-like final product), then swallowed before speaking up.

“ok, it’s that bad,”

“broooooo, what do we doooooooo?” yn dragged out, grabbing a spoon and plate, piling the brownie into a plate so that she could put the tray into the sink. she threw out the burnt batter into the trash, leaning her head against the countertop.

“don’t worry,” maki started, grabbing his phone. “i have an idea.”

——————

a solid hour or so later, the boys were set to arrive to your tiny apartment, a place that was not meant for ten people, but, hey. who were you to stop them from coming inside?

after greetings and hugs and long-awaited congratulations, yn and maki rushed into the kitchen, grabbing a box of brownies that arrived just a bit before the boys’ arrival, and quickly plated them, and maki grabbed a bunch of small plates. 

“guys! we made brownies!”

#lu's work! #&team #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team fanfiction #&team maki #&team maki x reader #&team maki imagines #&team maki fanfiction #&team ej #&team fuma #&team nicholas #&team k #&team yuma #&team harua #&team taki #&team jo

[sunasjellyfruit]

Sugar!Daddy Kuroo headcanons

Don't ask me why but this idea has been in my mind for a few days (kind of a few months at this point) and I've been unable to think about anything else.

It has taken me two months to write this, I might be back or I might disappear again, who knows.

Warnings: sugar daddy themes, money, smut (not really detailed), daddy kink, swearing, choking, edging, spanking (those three only mentioned), rich Kuroo basically.

Saturday night and you were tired of swipping to the right as the only thing you saw were old-perverted faces and unappealing messages.

When you started having some problems paying your university and a part of your rent, your friend (jokingly) suggested to get a sugar daddy, and you quickly laughed at it thinking it was a crazy idea.

Well, after trying numerous jobs (sometimes two at the same time), saving as much money as possible, selling stuff you didn't need or use, your financial problems didn't disappear .

And thats how you ended up in that stupid website searching for a sugar daddy, loosing all the hope you once had.

You gave the website five more minutes, if a decent option didn't appear within those five minutes then you'd give up.

But then, a completely different profile appeared, your pulse even started shaking while reading it.

"Kuroo Tetsuro, 27 years old. Businessmen, no attachments." And a few photos that definitely made your heart skip a beat, even if his face wasn't completely shown.

He had a very nice and sculpted body, and he looked extremely fine in that suit.

Without a second thought you swipped to the left (for the first time), praying to be the chosen by that handsome (and rich) men.

It was alredy late, so even if you were excited and nervous at the same time, you tried to go to sleep to get some rest.

When you woke up at late half-past eight, a few notifications popped on your phone screen. You had to read them three times to understand what was happening.

"Kuroo Tetsuro likes your profile too." "Kuroo Tetsuro has accepted your request." "Kuroo Tetsuro has sent you three messages."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You exclaimed trying to unlock your phone, too nervous to even remember the password.

"Greetings Ms.Y/N, I see you're interested in the offer."

"If you can, meet me at XXX (think of a direction guys hehe) at 9:30 am."

"We will discuss the terms of the agreement there with some coffee. Hope you're okay with the idea, if not you can contact me through this chat, at least until we meet."

Oh god your hands were really shaking. The coffee shop he had asked you to go wasn't exactly near the location of your house, so you would have to run to get ready if you wanted to reach the place on time.

In the end you were able to dress in something decent and take a taxi, so you reached the coffee shop even five minutes earlier.

The hurry hadn't let you think about what was happening, but in the door of that fancy place you realized three things: first you had no idea how that man looked like, second you were in a really fancy coffee shop in a plain black shirt, a pair of jeans and your hair was in a messy bun, and third you really were going to be someone's sugar baby in the next few minutes.

"Good morning Ms.Y/n, I see you're already here. That's good, punctuality is a quality I really appreciate." A deep and velvety voice brought you to the world again, and for some reason you knew it was him.

When you turned around you felt impressed, a tall and sturdy figure that looked at you with deep dark eyes, almost piercing your soul. Even if he was wearing a black facemask that covered half of his face you could guess that he was smiling, proud of the reaction that he was causing in you.

He was, indeed, incredibly handsome.

"Ladies first." He pointed while opening the door. "Thank you." You muttered, trying to maintain a steady voice.

Even if he let you enter first you had to follow him through the place, which made you appreciate his broad shoulders compared to your small figure. "You like what you see I guess?" He asked with a smirk, he had taken his facemask out letting you finally see his whole face. "I do, I can't complain." You said lifting your face. "Well, let me tell you that I share that same idea about you."

Gosh he really knew how to make you flustered in just a few seconds.

An americano with a glass of ice next to it was already waiting for you in the table, and there also was a piece of what seemed to be a red berry cake in your sit.

"I took the liberty of ordering something for you to eat, the cakes here run out quickly." He explained, taking a short sip of his black coffee after speaking again. "Now, what has brought us here."

A shiver ran down your spine when he took some papers out of his briefcase and left them right in front of you.

"This are some simple rules that you must follow. If you feel like something should be changed we can discuss it now. And if you want to add some restrictions you can do it, as long as we both agree with it." He explained, and you nooded at his words like a good girl.

"Of course Mr.Kuroo. I will wholeheartedly and undoubtedly agree to every proposal." You said, after all he was going to pay you for,

"Oh? So submissive from the beginning pretty girl? I like it. And y/n, drop the formalities." Fuck, the pet name. He was driving you crazy.

Just a bit older that you, too handsome to even describe it, with an incredible body (at least in that black suit) and with a gift for words.

You cleared your voice before speaking, taking a moment to drink your coffee. "Of course. After all it's going to be easier for me to call you just Kuroo." You murmured with a small smile. He answered with another smile and with a movement of his hand he asked you to read the papers.

Rules of our agreement. 1) There won't be any romantic attachment between us. 2) We will meet every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday in this direction: XXX at nine pm. Be punctual, unpunctuality will be punished. 3) You can ask me whatever you want, if you behave you'll get it. You can use my contact if you ever need something, or to cancel a date for a justified reason.

"I think everything's okay. The rules are clear so I won't change anything for the moment." You said, surprised because everything was easier than what you had imagined. "Perfect. I will pay you every Sunday, two thousand dollars per week if that quantity is enough for you. As it's stated, if you ever want something and I get it for you, it will be out of your salary, so think about it as a present."

Two fucking thousand dollars each week. That was more money than what you needed, you had to accept the offer. I mean, with tremendous man in front of you of course you were gonna say yes, you already wanted him to fuck you right there (not with all those people looking of course).

"Sounds perfect." You accepted, trying not to sound too excited. "Great." Kuroo extended his hand, that handshake will meant that the agreement would be signed, and you felt proud when your hand didn't shake when his hand surrounded yours. "I have to go now to work, I could only take a rest of forty minutes. I'll see you in three days then pretty girl."

You nodded, still too impressed by his imponent figure to say a lot. "Oh and, you can come here as often as you want, the waiters will charge your drinks to my bank account. Your breakfast is already paid, so you don't have to hurry to eat it and then leave without a word." He explained with a proud smirk. "That's nice to know. Have a nice then Mr.Ku- Sorry. Just Kuroo."

Those three days were truly the longest even if the university had managed to keep you busy most of the time but it was finally Thursday and, after taking an extensive shower and spending half an hour in front of your almost naked wardrobe (you had to sell your clothes in a desperate try to get some money) you found yourself 5 minutes earlier in front of the door of the hotel room in which Kuroo had cited you.

"I see your here on time, puntual as the last time. Well done pretty girl." His voice startled you just like the first time you saw him.

Kuroo was already there, looking at you with a smirk even when you could appreciate that his jaw was tense. He looked stressed for some reason, but you didn't thought it was the right time to ask.

Not waiting for an answer, he unlocked the door with a magnetic card and walked in, looking back to make sure that you were following here. Once you both were inside and he had closed the door he stood right behind you.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked, pressing a hand on your lower back, sending chills all over your body from anticipation. "No, I'm not thirsty." You answered. "Not yet. Then, let me take your jacket, it's gonna get hot in here."

Fuck, that made your legs tremble, but you managed to let him help you with your jacket without gasping everytime his hands met with the skin of your arms.

You stood there while Kuroo walked towards a luxurious sofa which had a small round table with two glasses full of a dark liquid. Actually, the entire room was very fancy, with large windows that allowed you to see almost the whole city, an enormous king size bed and other furniture.

The moment he sat and held a glass, he made a sign indicating you to approach him. And you did, you wanted to be his good and obedient girl after all, but you didn't expect what happened next.

His hand grabbed your wrist, and you found yourself falling right on his lap when he pulled you towards his body. His smile grew bigger at your gasps, your bodies being so close that you could even see some small freckles on his neck.

Your legs were on either side of his body, while one of your hands had ended up almost on his shoulder to get some support. On the other side, both of his hands were now on purpose on your thighs, the smug smirk on his face revealing you that that was exactly how he wanted to have you, almost trembling even when he had barely done anything.

"I've had a really stressful day today pretty girl." He admitted, taking a sip of his drink before leaving it on the table to focus all of his attention to you. "Really? Do you want me to do something to help?" Yo asked knowing well why you had come there on first place. "Yeah, you probably can do one or two things that would really help me..." He groaned, his voice falling deeper when your hands went under his jacket suit.

He eyed slightly your lips, as a silent way to ask you for permission, and right when you nodded his mouth crashed into yours with passion. His hands squished the side of your legs and travelled up to your hips, and his lips devoured you as if he had wanted to do that for an eternity.

Kuroo was an expert kisser, he made you want more from him the moment your lips separated, and you whined lightly making him chuckle. "Shh don't worry pretty girl, we don't need to rush things." He reminded you, leaving small kisses in your jaw and neck which made you hold your breath for a few seconds. His hands moved under your shirt, leaving soft touches in the skin of your waist before grabbing it firmly.

"May I take this off?" He asked lifting your shirt a bit and looking at your eyes. "Please." You almost begged, and Kuroo's smile only grew bigger. You didn't feel cold when your clothes left your body, it was only starting to feel more and more hot in that hotel room. He didn't even let you a moment to feel insecure, starting a path of kisses in between your chest.

"No bra for the next time." He warned, and you clasped it off almost immediately, letting it fall between your bodies. "Much better now. You are so pretty y/n, such a perfect body." He praised you, and the combination of his words with his kisses made you hold a groan.

Kuroo lifted you easily and carried you to the luxurious bed, your heart beating loudly against your chest, you even thought that Kuroo could hear it. "Are you nervous?" He asked you, supporting his weigh above you with one arm while caressing your leg with the other. "Just a bit." You admitted, and he kissed you gently. "Can I taste you?" He asked again, taking your breath our of your lungs. "Yes, please."

He's a tease okay? It was your first time together and he behaved, but he took his time with you, he wanted to taste every inch of your body. Oh Lord, and he did. After almost twenty minutes eating you out your legs were shaking and you could not hold it anymore.

"D-daddy, please." You begged with tears almost falling from your eyes. His shoulders shaked a bit from hearing that name. "If you don't like my teasing then why are you moaning so much?" He laughed, kissing your clit and making you squirm. "I need you to take me, I can't wait anymore." You said. "Are you sure? Once I start I might not be able to stop." He warned, looking at your body and biting his lips. At this point the only clothes remaining were his boxers, but you could see his prominent boner, so hard that it seemed painful. "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly."

He again started gently, but girl he had warned you. He was feral. So hungry, so horny at the same time. And none of you felt like one round was enough. That night was pure bliss for both of you.

He gives me big dick energy. Like, maybe not the longest (he's long if you were asking hehe) but he's definitely thick.

Thicker than what you expected.

The moment you woke up you felt an unfamiliar and sharp pain on your lower body. However, being covered in silk sheets and surrounded by a comfortable warmth made it worth it, even more if you remembered the last night events.

When you looked around you found yourself alone in that colossal room and even if it was nine a.m. (you had worked up quite late) you allowed yourself to take things with calm. Wednesdays were a good day, you only had university practices in the afternoon.

After a short shower (Kuroo had cleaned you up last night but a morning shower was always welcomed) you picked up your clothes from the floor and went home to have breakfast because, after all, you couldn't afford spending your money on food you already had at home.

Your routine kept like that for more or less three months, when Kuroo started taking you on "dates". They were mostly always dinners at some fancy restaurant, in which you tried to know the other a bit more, and later he would take you back to the hotel to fuck your brains out.

The first time you told him you didn't have a nice dress or a suit to wear, he showed up the next day with three different combinations for you to choose. Since then he also started taking you on "shopping dates", which led to you two eventually spending entire days together.

Some of Kuroo's favorite moments where the first time you gave him head (your mouth was so warm and you were so skilled at it that it only took you seven minutes to make him cum), the first time he let you be on top, riding him, and when you surprised him wearing a lingerie set.

You learn to be obedient (and puntual) after the first punishment in which he spanked and edged you until you were on tears.

Or the time he "accidentally" broke one of your cheap necklaces after choking you but you told him that it wasn't a problem. The next day he showed at your door with a super expensive necklace with some diamonds or pearls or something like that. You had to beg him to return that back because it felt too luxurious for you.

And he was like, "what? Don't you like it?" Yes Kuroo honey we love it but, cheap necklaces work as well. Your hands are a really good necklace too 😔🖐️

Over all he was a really good sugar Daddy.

One of your most memorable memories is in fact one of those dates. "What do you want to do on Sunday? I've got some free time and we can go somewhere." He asked you with almost his entire focus in the small cubs of ice that decorated the bottom of his glass. He had been very tense the entire night.

"There is a comet crossing the sky tonight, we could try seeing it." You said, but after a few seconds of complete silence you realized that he probably wasn't listening to you "Kuro?" you called him and that seemed to bring him back to reality. "What?" He murmured finally looking at you. That disappointed you, if he was stressed, unfocused or not in the mood he should have cancelled your meeting. You curled up a bit, naked on his bed only covered by the silk sheets, you felt cold.

"Nothing, we can go to that restaurant that you really like." You ended up saying. After all you were there just to please him.

After that you expected to go on the same date as other days, in a fancy and neat restaurant surrounded by rich people, but you were clearly wrong the moment Kuroo picked you up at your entrance driving himself in his car.

"No chofer today?" You asked him sitting in the passenger seat. "We are going on a private date today, so no, no chofer." That intrigued you. A private date? He had always told you what you two would be doing on your dates, and this clearly surprised you, which made Kudo smile.

After a 20 minutes ride, when he stopped the car you found yourself in the middle of a vast and green wine farm. "What's this and what are we doing here?" "This is my wine farm, closed at the moment except for us, and we are here to watch the comet. I thought that's what you wanted to do." You looked at him for a few seconds wanting more than ever to kiss him. Instead of that you genuinely smiled, muttering a quiet timid "thank you"

"Oh and I also have food from "that restaurant I really like", so you better eat because you will need energy for our future actions. I'm not going to hold back tonight pretty girl."

Yeah he always listened to what you wanted. A 10/10 sugar daddy and even a better partner but that's for another headcannon.

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Swansong short story #2: Love

Archived from the official Vampire the Masquerade: Swansong website.

Three short stories were posted on the official Swansong website, providing more information on its main characters. Originally posted on 6/22/2022 at "news.vampire-swansong.com", this was the entry featuring Emem, her sire - Hilda MacAndrews and what love is among the undead.

Short story #2 - Love

Vienna, late 30’s

A spin. A high kick. A jump. The pounding of heeled feet on the stage. A step to one side. A step to the other. A peek of bosom. A flash of behind. And then, with a confident grin, the singing started up again.

Hilda MacAndrews sat at the table farthest from the stage, but held Emem’s stare as she’d suggested — kindly, but firmly — that sitting right at the stage’s edge every night was a distraction. A pleasant one, to be sure, but a distraction nonetheless. Better that Emem looked across the room into the eyes of her lover while she sat at the bar, than kept glancing down at Hilda’s appreciative smile.

Forever mine... Hilda hadn’t touched the drink in front of her — a prop, really — but stirred it slowly as she watched her childe’s every move. This audience loved her for her voice, or more likely, her body. And they could all want her, she didn’t care, she was hers. Hilda was sometimes overwhelmed with the idea of consuming Emem, so keenly did she want to know, to possess, every part of her. On those occasions, a long walk along the Danube and the taking of some hapless prey was enough to soothe her inner Beast, but damn all if the urge didn’t emerge at the most inconvenient times. 

As Emem’s song waxed on, covering the familiar subjects of illicit love, stolen passions, and the pining for another, Hilda slipped her hand up, inside her dress. Nobody was looking in her direction; nobody but Emem, and sure enough, Emem caught her sire’s risqué behavior, her eyes widening. And then she laughed — her generous, lively, angelic laugh — which she incorporated into her song as she danced only for the lady at the other side of the club, her moves increasingly indecent, her words ever more suggestive.

***

“You were quite, quite amazing tonight, darling.” In Emem’s dressing room, Hilda approached her childe from behind, put her arms around her torso, and laid kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck. “I know when you’re using unnatural talents to captivate a crowd, and my love, tonight was all natural.”

Emem played coy, removing her earrings and removing the ties from her hair while Hilda lavished attention on her body. She ran her finger along her dressing table, noticing it appeared to not have been dusted in some time. “Oh, really? I thought it was just the first time these old bastards saw a brown body on their stage, and were wondering if they’d walked into the wrong joint.” She placed her earrings — both pearls — into a small box emblazoned with her initials looped with those of Hilda. EL−HM.

“Don’t be foolish, darling. They paid to see you. They knew who they were coming to see. Every night you fill this place to the rafters. Every night they clap, they make their happy noises, they throw their schillings onto the stage, and they pray you'll look at one of them. Hell, I guarantee if you flashed one of them a smile while keeping eye contact, you’d have a man’s death on your conscience.” Hilda helped her childe out of her dress, which took little effort. The outfit was designed to come apart easily, and there wasn’t much of it left on by the time the show came to an end.

“I know you hate it, baby.” Emem let the clothing drop to the floor, turned, and took Hilda’s hands, once again looking into her eyes. “You think they sound like farmyard animals, mooing and braying for feed. You don’t think they deserve to get to see me like you see me, do you?”

Hilda bit her lip. This was all part of the routine. She was supposed to act all shy and ashamed of her protectiveness, Emem was supposed to reassure her that it was okay, that she loved it. And then, the two of them would hold each other, even feed from each other if appetites were suitably aroused. But before Hilda could answer, someone was hammering the dressing room door.

“Miss Louis? Miss Louis! The Gauleiter requests your attention! He says to meet him in the lobby!”

The post-performance haze of romance and blood was drifting away with the concierge’s words. Hilda was a combination of crestfallen and furious, her eyes narrow as she contemplated dragging the boy into the dressing room and beating him for his interruption. But as she always did, Emem calmed her sire. “Hugo, let that stuffed shirt know I’ll be out as soon as I'm goddamn ready, you got that?” The sound of footsteps dashing away from the door was the answer Emem wanted.

Emem wrapped her arms tightly around her sire’s body, feeling the cold skin warm as the two vampires motivated their vitae into action. They’d both be hungry after tonight, but sometimes, sacrifices were necessary. “Now, where were we?”

***

“With all due respect, you’re full of shit.” Hilda pushed the man back with her index finger, advancing to block his view of Emem. “She’s my client. We’re free to perform wherever we fucking well choose, if the theaters will have us, and guess what? They all want Miss Louis! She’s the most successful singer and dancer in Vienna, and has toured every major city in Europe! So again, Herr Aigner: you’re full of shit.” Hilda pushed him back again, forcing him to stumble down a step, out of the theater lobby and toward the sidewalk.

Aigner was surprised at the strength she carried in that little digit, but more shocked at the effrontery these two women were showing him. He had orders when it came to women like Emem Louis, and they didn’t involve being pushed around. “Little women… Irregardless−”

“That’s not a word,” Emem called from her position in the lobby, her arms folded as she watched her sire play with this little fascist like a chew toy, “but if you’re going to struggle speaking to us in English, we’re more than capable of speaking to you in German, French, Italian, or… what language was it you’ve started learning recently, Hilda?”

“Croatian.”

“Croatian.” Emem stepped up to stand beside her sire, acting in this instance as her agent and manager. “We ‘little women’ aren’t that easy to push around or gouge with your new taxes. Which I didn’t see published in any newspaper, by the way. I’ve heard assholes like you like to invent new methods of extortion for people like us. Well, buster, you’re not getting a single dime from my purse, and I sure as hell am not restricting my shows to the parts of Austria you designate as ‘proper for my kind.’ You can fuck off all the way back to your little buddies in brown and tell them I welcome the goddamn challenge. Did you get all that, or do we need to break it down into German?”

Aigner remained silent. A time was coming for women like this, with their attitudes, and their cosmopolitan behavior. He finally opened his mouth to speak, only for Hilda to cut him off with a fist to the jaw, sending him sprawling to the cobbled street.

“Hilda!”

“Don’t worry about it, darling. I don’t think the Gauleiter is going to be telling his friends a ‘little woman’ knocked him out. Come on.” The two descended the short staircase to the street and Hilda hopped over his body, holding out her arms to lift Emem over as if with a dance move. The two laughed the evening away as they found a cab and made their way back to their hotel.

***

“Will I need this?”

“Stop asking me that.”

“How am I supposed to know what to keep and what to leave behind? I’ve not been to Paris in years!”

“Well I’m as in the dark as you are!”

“Please, let’s not fight.”

Hilda slammed her case shut and wheeled on Emem. “No, let’s. I told you last month.”

“You told me?” Emem’s jaw dropped.

“I told you! But you had to be hardheaded and say ‘the show must go on!’ Well, look at us now. Being harried out of Austria because we couldn’t leave in good time!”

“Me?” Emem repeated herself. “You’re the one who punched the tiny prick in the mouth! If we’d been a little more controlled, perhaps, we’d have got away with just slipping him some of our earnings. Stayed on easy street for a while longer. But no, you’ve got to be my guardian angel all the fucking time!”

Hilda paused a moment before pulling an electric lamp from the wall and smashing it to the ground. The room had darkened naturally, but a coldness came with it as Hilda drew in the dread and fear around her. “Do not piss me off, childe.”

Emem couldn’t help but back away, tripping and falling into the wardrobe, clothing coming off its hangers as she grabbed upward, leaving her covered in a small pile of sequined gowns and short dresses, and a scattering of dust that seemed to pour from the shelf above. “Hilda… I−”

Hilda could feel the fangs growing pointed in her mouth. She could feel the smug roar of the Beast clutching up her throat, trying to force her mouth open in another show of intimidation. She closed her eyes, cracked her knuckles, shook her head, and spoke. “No. No. This isn’t the right time. I’m sorry.” She opened her eyes. “I’m so sorry, darling. I just wish we’d been smarter.”

Emem remained half-sitting in the wardrobe, terrified of her sire, but slowly pushed herself free from her mound of clothes. “It’s…” she couldn’t find the words. She’d seen Hilda as a predator many times, of course, and had fed alongside her on more occasions than she could count, but rarely had her lover and sire directed that anger at her. “It’s fine. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have provoked you. Help me up?” Emem forced a chuckle, trying to defuse the situation.

Hilda strode forward and yanked Emem to her feet. There was no warmth in the gesture. “Come on. We need to pack and get to the station by midnight if we’re going to get to the right train for Paris. If I’ve planned everything right, our luggage carriage won’t be opened until two nights away, by which point we’ll be in France. Just pack some reading, I guess, because we’ll be stuck inside those trunks.”

“And a light?” Emem offered, again attempting to add some levity to this dire affair.

“Yes,” Hilda’s coolness finally broke and she allowed herself a smile, “pack a book of matches and try not to set your novel on fire.”

The two continued packing their bags without exchanging words, before Emem broke the monastic atmosphere. “Where did we go wrong, baby?”

Hilda finished her second suitcase and rested on the edge of the bed. “I guess punching out one of the Warlock council’s ghouls didn’t help matters.” She sat in silence for a moment before letting out an uncontrollable laugh. “Yeah, you could say we fucked that up. Pissing off the Warlocks in Vienna of all places… My God. What were we thinking?”

Emem joined her sire in laughter, sitting next to her on the bed, stroking her hair, and finally kissing her on the cheek. “We’re going to be okay, you hear me? Whatever the hell’s going on in Austria’s not going to follow us across the Alps, and you know something?” Emem’s hand moved from Hilda’s hair to her cheek, which she gently stroked with her thumb. “Even if it does, we just keep moving. As long as we’re together, we’ll survive.”

Hilda felt a genuine smile forming on her face, Emem’s hot skin against her cold flesh. Her childe always knew what to say and what to do to make a bad time better. “Just… Let’s not do anything stupid for a while, okay?”

“Okay.” Emem kissed her sire again, and let one fang bite into Hilda’s lips.

***

“So you truly are... leaving us?” As the two vampires loaded their bags into the luggage carriage and waited for onlookers to drift away so they could follow suit, a voice interrupted their plans. Emem turned around to see the tall, stooped figure of Hugo Kaufmann standing, watching them. The Nosferatu’s face appeared at first glance to be covered with a light coating of fur, but when approached, one could see it was a thick, ever-blooming layer of small, white fungal infection and dead skin. He leaned from under his hood, creating a small cloud of dust where his skin brushed against the fabric.

Even undead, Emem struggled to not feel repulsed by this poor monstrosity, who bore the same affliction all over his body. He was a vampire rarely seen in public, or even the city’s infrequent Elysia. “Have you come to see us off?” She had no closeness to the hideous Kindred.

“Oh yes.” Kaufmann moved forward a fraction more, even more dead skin particles blossoming into the air. “I wanted... to make sure you got to your… train.” His rasping voice was almost as unpleasant as his appearance. “Your presence in Vienna… will be missed.”

Hilda, her inclination to protect Emem rising to the fore, stepped between her childe and the Sewer Rat. “How did you know we were catching this train, Kaufmann? We didn’t tell anybody.”

The Nosferatu’s contorted grin showed an array of vicious yellow fangs. “I’m a fan. I keep up… with everything Emem… does.” He peered over Hilda’s head, easily a foot taller than the Toreador. “I’ve watched all… of your shows… Emem Louis. From Paris… to Vienna. And now… back again? Haven’t you… noticed me?”

Emem screwed up her face and shook her head, placing her hand on Hilda’s shoulder. “Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here.”

Hilda just shook Emem off and stared at the man in front of her. “We first met you here, in this domain. I’ve never seen you at one of Miss Louis’s shows. Tell me exactly what’s going on, Hugo, or I’m going to peel layers off your skin until I start seeing red.”

The threat provoked a mocking laugh from the Nosferatu and a retching sound from Emem. Undead or not, she suddenly felt nauseated, like she wanted to purge the vitae from her system. “Oh shit… Jesus Christ.”

“What is it? What did he do?” Hilda turned to Emem, then back to Kaufmann, then back again, her expression changing from care, to fury, to fear. “What did he fucking do, Emem?”

“The dust… All over the damn place. My dressing room… Our haven… The hotel… I… I just thought… I didn’t…” Emem turned and walked away from the two Kindred, lost in disgust.

“My autograph…” Kaufmann volunteered, still bearing those fangs, the cloud even thicker with spores. “You put on so many… private shows for… me. Signed so… many autograph books… for me while I dressed… in a suit and… bowtie… wore a new… face in your... audience... “ He lurched toward Hilda, shoving her with amazing power, sending her flying through the air and into the side of the train with a crash. “Only fair to give you… mine.”

“Baby!” Emem awoke from her fugue state and rushed to Hilda’s side. Her sire’s head had a crack running across the top of the skull from the force of Kaufmann’s blow. She could see her partner’s skin and bone knitting itself together, the vitae working to repair the wound, as Hilda’s eyes rolled and then fixed in anger at the Nosferatu now looming over the both of them.

“Kill him for me, darling.”

Emem required no further prompt. She jumped to her feet and onto Kaufmann, making the vampire stagger back as she bit and clawed at his face and neck. Much smaller than the Nosferatu, Emem clung on like a feral animal, her legs wrapped around his waist and hooked together; her hands inside his hood, ripping at his skin; her fangs gnashing at his nose and lips. Kaufmann screeched in pain, not having expected such ferocity from the young Diva. In Emem’s head, however, she heard it as this pervert enjoying himself, and only worked harder to break his head apart in her hands.

As Hilda unsteadily climbed to her feet she found herself gasping in horror despite her undead state, as Kaufmann displayed that awesome strength again, pulling Emem off his body and slamming her into the stone ground. “Get away from her!” Hilda twisted every emotion she could in Kaufmann’s mind to focus on her and fear her, and hopefully send this monster fleeing into the night.

Instead, Hugo Kaufmann stamped his foot into Emem’s chest. “Your power is no… match… for how much I… love her.” He brought down his foot again, driving his heel into her sternum. “And if I can’t have… her… you... cannot…” He leered at Hilda then, showing the wreck Emem had made of his face, a horrible open wound of raw pinks and reds, coated with seams of fuzzy white.

And then he screamed in pain again. Looking down, Kaufmann could see Emem had driven a railway spike through his knee, and was about to stab him again. He reached down to grab her wrist, to squeeze it tight enough to break, when he heard the split second crunching of fast footsteps on the train track’s gravel sidings, the sound of splintering wood, and then felt all sensation abruptly mute, as Hilda with inhuman swiftness impaled him through his heart.

***

Hilda pulled the carriage door shut. It was dark inside, but it was a comforting darkness. Neither woman could see the other’s wounds, or the mess of blood around their respective mouths from where they’d replenished their strength by feeding from Hugo Kaufmann. Alone time, as possible as such a thing is in a small luggage carriage, was necessary at this point.

For a long time as the train rolled out from Vienna, Emem’s head rested in Hilda’s lap while her sire comforted her by stroking her hair or singing to her just loudly enough to be heard over the sound of the rumbling train.

Eventually, Emem broke the melancholic feeling, as she so often did. “Do you think when the train rolled over that piece of shit, the station was suddenly coated in a snowstorm of skin flakes?”

The thought of it made Hilda smile. She leaned down and kissed her childe’s forehead. “I can’t have anyone else loving you, you know?”

“I know, baby.” Emem remained in her position, enjoying the attention. “Those men in my audiences… People like Kaufmann… They think they know what love is, but they don’t know the kind of love we have. They want to own me.” Through the gloom, she thought Hilda was silently crying, though it was difficult to tell whether the rivulets on her cheeks were her tears or Kaufmann’s dried vitae.

“Hey. That’s not how we are.” She gripped her sire’s hand. “We have each other, tonight and always. We’ll always love each other. We’ll always forgive each other when we fuck up. We’ll always be there for each other. Got that? There’s nothing you could do that’d make me stop loving you. You understand?”

Hilda squeezed her childe’s hand in response, but didn’t say another word that night.

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[chirhos]

Hi chirhos, I've been really enjoying your blog. This is somewhat asking for advice and somewhat a prayer request (apologies for thrusting this on a stranger on the internet,but I really don't know any other gay Christians irl...). I have been struggling so much with my feelings of guilt for being a lesbian, and also with a constant worry that I am just being lustful for experiencing sexual attraction, same-sex at that. Things like sex and masturbation have been so guilt addled for me as a former Catholic. Sometimes the grief and guilt is so much I can barely stand it. I really would appreciate any prayers for finding peace...not only for me, but for others. I can't imagine that I'm the only one struggling in this arena.

Anon, you are absolutely not the only one struggling here and there is no need for you to apologize. I (and every other gay Christian I know) struggle with all kinds of guilt around our same sex attraction. Being a lesbian just compounds that, as we're not only gay but also women, and further shamed for our sexuality.

As for the advice: surround yourself with lesbian content. Read books about lesbians, watch movies and TV shows with lesbians in them, listen to music and podcasts made by lesbians. (If you want recommendations for any of this, let me know and I can help you out!) Make lesbian (and LGBT+) friends, both online and in real life. When I was first realizing that I was gay, this helped me so much in reinforcing that same-sex attraction is not shameful, it is natural, normal and good. Being a lesbian is not something bad: it's something to be celebrated! It's not just okay that you're gay, it's wonderful.

On the more religious side of things, see if you can go to an explicitly affirming church (if this is something you are interested in doing - there is also no shame AT ALL in taking a step back from a religion that has harmed you, please take care of yourself!). I've found that ChurchClarity is a good resource for finding affirming churches near you, or sometimes the more explicitly and outwardly affirming churches will fly pride flags or state on their websites that they welcome and affirm LGBT Christians. You could also look for LGBT Christian groups near you. These should be available in a lot of larger cities or university towns - where I go to school, the Catholic church has a meeting for LGBT Christians of all denominations once a week. You can start by googling "lgbt christian groups in [your city/town]".

As for the prayer request, I will be praying for you and every other person in your situation. I will ask everyone who sees this to join me.

Sending you so much love, anon! God made you the way you are and He delights in His creation. You are not alone. I know how absolutely soul-crushing your predicament can be, but there are so many of us just like you and I promise that it won't always feel like this. If you'd like to talk more about this or anything else please feel free to message me or send more asks❤

#also hearing that you like my blog made my day❤ thank you so much kind anon! #answered #gay christian #lesbian christian #lgbt christian