#how fitting is it that our judge is one who chooses to give a second chance every time?

[trrenchertrash]

I was thinking about “I am the dirt under your nails” and first of all I don’t think it can be ignored that the title of e9 is derived from this line. Considering that, this line is evidently not meant to be a cutesy throwaway line between Cait and Vi, it has huge thematic weight and implications. If you think about the title “The Dirt Under Your Nails” in this context, it’s clear that it’s meant to refer to the fact that all of our characters have dirt under their nails. As in, their hands aren’t clean. They’ve all committed wrongs, because they’re all human, which is obviously a major theme of this season/show. The second part of this dialogue is “nothing’s gonna clean me out,” which fits with what Caitlyn says about how no amount of good deeds can undo those wrongs. This line is about accountability.

And there’s a reason why it’s Vi who says this line to Cait. The most obvious is that Caitlyn has wronged her, but it goes deeper than that. In e8, Vi asks Caitlyn who gets to decide who gets a second chance. There are multiple ways to interpret how this idea impacts the narrative. I’ve seen it said that Caitlyn allows Vi to free Jinx because in giving Jinx a second chance she also gives herself one, and that’s an important point for Caitlyn’s character, but I think Vi would’ve found a way to free Jinx no matter what. Cait just made it easy for her. What the narrative shows us is that Vi is the one who gets to decide who gets a second chance by having her decide to give one to both Jinx and Cait. I’ve seen people talk about how’s Vi’s role is that of the witness — to be the constant that observes all the change and corruption that happens around her, and to be burdened with the memory of all that has transpired. And that’s true, but there’s more to it as well. Remember this promotional poster? It has 3 different titles/captions associated with it (that I saw):

1) Horrors I’ve Seen

2) Everyone is Guilty, Vi

3) It’s Too Late to Point the Finger Now

The first one obviously reinforces Vi’s position as the witness. But the second two are about accountability. It always struck me that the second caption brings the collective guilt of our cast to Vi’s attention specifically. Now it makes sense: she is both witness and judge. The character with the “good heart,” the only one who remains largely uncorrupted/unchanged by the end. Who is motivated purely by her desire to protect while the vast majority of the characters around her are twisted by revenge and ambition. It’s absolutely intentional that she is the one who says that line.

[ilikelookingatthings]

or like, idk what's your favorite episode. cause i guess that would be a more normal thing to ask.

hmmmm.....kind of difficult to choose depending on the criteria for favorite or can shift depending on which season your into 🤔.

Like some can be just be a fun entertaining stand alone episide.....which others can be amazing with how it fits into the narrative over all and how it made me feel or think.

Chat blanc was probably a favorite for the drama for a while but it does have mari sniffing his pillow so that's not really a favorite over all anymore.

I really liked the newyork special and think it's important to the show and characterization but I don't like rewatching it.

I really liked the episode where chloe apologized about the bag but that's more about the arc and them messing up her progress later made me feel bummed watching it.

Hmmmmm......I think it's a tie between the episide felix was introduced and the Scarabella episode.

The one with feljx is entertaining cuz felix is being a jerk but is kind of relishing in it. Even with added or changed context from later episodes I just love disliking him in the episode. I liked how we both got to see a bunch of sweet messages from Adrien's friends(especially chloe) even if Adrien didn't get to see them. The surprise vibe of seeing Gabe uncomfortable around his wife's sister...like gabe is new money and his wife is old money.

Gabe and Nathalie are weirdly more likable in the episode because they didn't doubt adrien's character for a second....and it makes me worry seeing how weak Adrien's bond to the class is when who they thought was Adrien lashed out. Yeah, it WASN'T adrien....but it made me understand why felix might judge them....but more it made me appreciate Adrien more.

Plagg assumed Adrien was unaware felix was bring a jerk and felix thought adrien was too goody goody and thoight he was fooling adrien...but adrien showed he was FULLY aware that feljx was bejng a jerk and chose to be understanding abd protect feljx anyways. Adrien pretending to be felix was hilarious and clever to try to lure them away and it showed a interesting maturity his other friends didn't have....cuz when feljx was lashing out at adrien...Adrien didn't take it personally and knows it was coming from feljx being hurt and how hurt people might not knowing a better way to vent the emotions. Adrien wasn't a push over. He did his best to put his foot down when feljx messes with his friends, and he did have some fun with felix getting some karma in the battle...but adrien also still offered if feljx needed to talk then feljx knows his number and even if felix did lie during his apology....adrien still stood firm that felix had to give a GOOD apology. Plus seeing three akuma is still iconic even with the questionable wording. Plus felix gets punched in the face...they mkght be trying to get me to like him more now but he gave our mari a panic attack...so the punch is more cathartic now.

SCARABELLA episode is tied with it because Alya had a great costume.

The villian and plan was actually clever and almost worked and we saw Mari make some mistakes by not telling chat ahead of time or giving Alya time to prepare which can echo issues later in the show. It's also fun to see Adrien/chat express his frusteration outloud even if they did him dirty by him losing to Alya...I love seeing alya/scarabella and chat interact and we got to see him show the most amazing support and why he is the best partner once his frusteration was put aside.

Though I think that one ranks so high with me is because it feels like a twist. Because the episodes are released out of order we all marinated in the knowledge that mari told her identity to alya and that chat was not aware of this. We all assumed he'd feel mad or betrayed because she broke the rules and didn't even tell him...even more considering her not giving him a heads up wasn't a great idea when sentimonsters get used. So chat found out she told someone her identity in one of the worst ways. And we were all on edge because since the episodes were out of order we got to see adrien find out at other times things ge was out of the loop on....so we are assumed he'd be angry.

Yet the shock I got when it turned out Adrien trusted lsdybug's judgment where he doesn't guilt her or make her feel bad about giving her miraculous to someone or telling her identity to someone. That he trusts her and wasn't feeling entitled to her identity when so many people though he'd be angry or take it personally...it made him feel more mature to me. And it was a interesting contrast because we know msri said if she was in his place she woukd gave been mad.

This is the same guy who had a really bad break up due to not being honest with kagami and yet he didn't think about how itcwould gave been nice if he could tell someone. He trusts her completely or at least supports her and while he was huffyvabd took out sone if his frusteratikn out on scarsbella....he doesn't take that out on ladybug. Is vulnerable about how what upset him was she didn't give him a heads up she was getting a temporary replacement....he didn't care she told someone else her identity at all....which blew up alot of people's arguments about chat being entitled or jealous to me. And it made Rockatear even more interesting in hindsite because that means he was vulnerable and LB was STILL leaving him out of things or exceptions she made. And it explained why Alya made that positive Chast noir video. And nino was a sweet trusting boyfriend in it.

Love that twist feeling.

Though another contender could be Sandboy. Love seeing the contrast of plagg and tikki's dynamic with their holders....seeing more of fu and why plagg might have issues with guardians....plus mari's fear was HILARIOUS with marry chloe adrien zombie and Adrien thinking plagg got turned into a sock was the best joke.

Still makes me giggle...and it was sweet seeing Adrien be so understanding of plagg despite plagg leaving Adrien with no warning yo face his worst fear by himself...plagg was understandably expecting hurt or anger....just to face Adrien's understanding and validating plagg's feelings...even reassuring plagg Adrien won't hold him back and just wants a heads up so Adrien can help.

It makes me think thats when plagg really starts to bond more with adrien...and it gave us a bit mire insight through the contrast with tikki and mari's dynsmic. Plus gabe sensing the Kwami and guardian with the plan backfiring was great.

[cherriegyuu]

seventeen as songs from eternal sunshine (ag)

a/n: like usual, i'll be giving songs and lyrics to each of the members, as well as small plots based on those lyrics. i don't plan to write all of these, but they are still my ideas (as basic as some of them might be). so if you are interested in writing one of them, you can message me about it. if you want to read one of them you can send in as ask or dm and i'll add it to my writing list

• Seungcheol ➝ true story But I'll play whatever part you need me to And I'll be good in it, too ↳ seungcheol was willing to do anything for you, even if it meant destroying himself

• Jeonghan ➝ saturn returns Aha, it's time for you to get real about life and sort out who you really are  ↳ Jeonghan always thought that life would be easier if he just stayed as he was, unmoving. Turns out that there was more to life than just that

• Joshua ➝ we can’t be friends We can't be friends But I'd like to just pretend ↳ you and joshua always traveled through the same friend groups but you were never really close to one another, mostly because you might have carried a crush on him for years. but when joshua suddenly decides that he wants to be friends, you don’t have it in you to say no

• Jun ➝ end of the world Wonder if he’s thinkin’ ‘bout it too and smiling Wonder if he knows that that’s been what's inspirin’ me Wonder if he’s judging me like I am right now ↳ after a first date that went beyond expectations, you couldn't help but wonder if jun too felt those same butterflies when he thought about you

• Soonyoung ➝ eternal sunshine I found a good boy and he’s on my side You’re just my eternal sunshine, sunshine ↳ even after months after your break up, after you met someone new, you can’t help but think back to your relationship with soonyoung, and how you're sure you’ll never truly be able to move on from him, after all he was still your eternal sunshine

• Wonwoo ➝ i wish i hated you our shadow dance in a parallel plane Just two different endings ↳ looking from the outside, you and wonwoo are the same, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. in fact, you couldn't be further away from each other

• Jihoon ➝ Don’t Wanna Break Up Again This situationship has to end But I just can't refuse I don't wanna break up again  ↳ you know you have to get away from jihoon, but whenever he calls you’re ready to run toward him, even if it means breaking your own heart in the process

• Mingyu ➝ bye Didn't think you'd lose me Now it's just too late to choose me ↳ you’re tired of always being the second choice for Mingyu, maybe it’s time for you to become your first option 

• Seokmin ➝ supernatural This love's possessin' me, but I don't mind at all It's taking over me, don't wanna fight the fall ↳ you knew that you were falling way too deep for seokmin, but there was no way you’d ever try to catch yourself before you hit the ground

• Vernon ➝ yes, and? Now, I’m so done with caring What you think, no, I won't hide Underneath your projections Or change my most authentic life ↳ throughout all of his life, vernon heard about how uncommon and weird his interests were, so in order to fit in more easily, he did his best to hide the odd away, but he was done doing that, especially when all it did was keep you away from him. 

• Seungkwan ➝ ordinary things It’s funny, but it's true There's never going to be an ordinary thing As long as I'm with you ↳ life with Seungkwan was always extraordinary, he made sure of that

• Chan ➝ the boy is mine Promise you I'm not usually Like this, shit, it's like news to me, to me But I can't ignore my heart, boy ↳ you had always been chill and your relationship with had never been labeled, so at times it was hard to pinpoint where you stood, but one day, at a particular party, when a particular girl showed up, you couldn't help but be jealous

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[scribeforchrist-blog]

Regulating Our Speech

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Psalm 94:11 The Lord knows people’s thoughts; he knows they are worthless!

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ 1 Peter 2:1, so get rid of all evil behavior. Be done with all deceit, hypocrisy, jealousy, and all unkind speech

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SUBJECT: Regulating Our Speech

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM REGULATING MY SPEECH

I AM HEARING ��GOD

I AM TRANSFORMING

I AM HONEST

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 11 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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  How much of your speech is in line with the word? How many of your speeches are slightly off, but are you working on them? The word says so get rid of all unkind speech, so what is that? When I first saw this, I asked the Holy Spirit to explain what that means. We call it cussing or profane speech or calling someone out their name and gossiping; many of us do this when riding down the road. We think what we say should be said, and it's okay to say it, and it isn’t what we say shows who we are on the inside. I didn’t know this until the Holy Spirit started giving me a revelation of what this means.

We've all been there - driving down the road, minding our own business, when suddenly someone cuts us off. In that moment, our emotions can get the best of us, and we may find ourselves saying a few choice words in frustration. However, we must remember that our lips should only utter things we would want our Heavenly Father to hear. He is the one who truly knows our hearts and hears every word we speak. The Bible tells us not to allow anger or frustration to control us and, instead, to let that person go on their way. We may think they can't hear us, but God hears everything we do and speak. According to the word, every idle word will be judged, so let's choose our words carefully, even in moments of frustration.

 

* Ephesians 4:29 Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.

 

* Matthew 5:22 But I say, if you are even angry with someone, you are subject to judgment! If you call someone an idiot, you are in danger of being brought before the court. And if you curse someone, you are in danger of the fires of hell.

 

* Colossians 4:6 Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.

 

All these verses are telling us to watch what we say, and the verse today says get rid of it; we shouldn’t allow it to come out our mouth , our mouth should be for the uplifting of Christ, not anything else, and to call someone a fool, idiot or to cuss at them we will be endangered of hells fire, we have to be careful of the things we say the verse said our words should be full of salt. When we call ourselves Christians or children of God, we are supposed to uplift people, not hurt them, not cut them with our words, but uplift them with our words; we must start setting an example. What is the example you follow? What do you want most of all for your life? Do you want to walk in the spirit , to walk in the spirit? We must be willing to submit to God to change what we can.

 James 1:21 So get rid of all the filth and evil in your lives, and humbly accept the word God has planted in your hearts, for it has the power to save your souls.

   Using words such as cussing is nothing but filth; if you call yourself a Christian or a believer, you must accept the word of God, and the word of God is calling it filth and evil and it’s also saying it’s not acceptable, but the word of God has the power to plant in us, and it has the power to save our souls, it’s up to us to allow it to happen it’s up to us to transform by the renewing of our mind, so many of us aren’t being transformed because we are too busy with other things then the right things.

 Verse 22: But don’t just listen to God’s word. You must do what it says. Otherwise, you are only fooling yourselves

  A lot of us are not listening, but we are reading the word of God, and the Bible says if you're not doing both, you're fooling yourself; so many of you are reading just to say you read your word, but you are not LISTENING  to the word of God, James talks to us about people that glance at their face but don’t remember what it looks like are the same people that hear the word of God but doesn’t obey. It’s easy to forget what the word says or forget if we don’t care to change, but for those who are ready to change, God is willing to plant the seeds; we must allow him to water them daily.

  *** Today, we discussed the importance of being mindful of our speech. Our words can either align with the teachings of the Holy Spirit or be out of line with them. It is easy to let our emotions and frustrations control our speech, leading us to use curse words and say hurtful things. However, as followers of the Holy Spirit, we must be mindful of our language and make a conscious effort to speak with kindness and respect. This not only helps us stay aligned with our beliefs, but it also positively impacts those around us. By being deliberate with our words, we can create a more positive and harmonious environment while staying in tune with the Holy Spirit.

 Verse 26: If you claim to be religious but don’t control your tongue, you are fooling yourself, and your religion is worthless.

  We can’t call ourselves believers if we can’t control our tongue; we must ask God every day to help us bridle our tongue and help our speech to be in alignment with the word; if you truly want to change your speech you will allow God to show you and he will, every day is an opportunity to change what we are doing and change what we are changing, but what seems to happen is we aren’t consistent with it. If you’re struggling with your speech, ask God to change it, and he will. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we come before you with hearts full of gratitude and thanksgiving. We thank you for everything you have blessed us with and the love and mercy you show us daily. We also ask for your guidance and help in becoming more like you. Please change our speech and help us to walk in your light. We are grateful for the new day you have given us and the new opportunities that come with it. Lord, we humbly ask for your forgiveness for any sins we may have committed; continue to guide us on the path of righteousness, in Jesus' name, Amen.

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REFERENCES

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+ 1 Timothy 3:11 not slanderers, but sober-minded, faithful in all things.

 

+ 1 Peter 4:4 With respect to this, they are surprised when you do not join them in the same flood of debauchery, and they malign you;

 

+ James 5:9 Do not grumble against one another, brothers, so that you may not be judged; behold, the Judge is standing at the door.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 5

Joel 1

Acts 27

Leviticus 18

Isaiah 28

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[mimikoolover]

i think people are genuinely tweaking when they pick up certain moments to justify their ideas only when it fits into the narrative they've made of the bois relationship however we can never with surety give any labels to their relationships as fans either, we believe in what we want to be true and sometimes that affects our opinions. what you said about jungkook choosing mingyu and jimin over certain others was also out of pocket and very insensitive to jungkook himself, it really does show how skewed your opinions are, there are people in his life that we don't know about, same for jimin and that's how it'll be, we all have friends and jungkook/jimin is friends with taehyung the same way he shares a close bond with the other members, human relationships aren't limited, you form bonds with different people, what jimin and jungkook have is really special and their relationships with other people in no manner speaking will ever negatively affect it, some of you really tend to show your true colours especially with your responses towards reactionary comments

no it was not insensitive, I'm allowed to have an opinion based on what I see the same as you're doing about me - I could say your ask in insensitive to me then can't I? like it or not IMO jungkook is closer to jimin and mingyu than he is to the wooga squad. by certain people I meant the wooga squad since tkkers are so happy to say jk is friends with them - the fuck he is not. and what they did leaving him there on his own was shitty. and IMO while jungkook is obviously really close to tae it doesn't touch his bond with jimin and probably mingyu and this is coming from someone who's been defending taekook's bond since the beginning of time. you can think whatever you want. jungkook will never know me or read any of my posts on Tumblr so what does it matter in relation to jungkook if I'm expressing my opinions online? if anything you are doing to me exactly what you're claiming I'm doing with your skewed opinion about what I'm saying - I never said jikook are dating for sure for fucks sake so stop acting like that's what I'm doing and that it clouds my judgement. what i think about the wooga squad has nothing to do with jimin. you've no need to patronise me on human relationship or on jungkook himself. I usually don't judge what we see happen cause I know we never have the full story but the ski trip thing was bad enough for me to have a bloody opinion on ffs. and idk what happened with the movie premier jungkook supposedly was going to attend with tae again but the fact that he skipped on that second movie premier says a lot to me cause that's not very jungkook at all. but again I didn't mention that cause we don't know the full story there however I'm allowed to have an opinion about it knowing I could be wrong😩i'm one of the few people who always considers more than one explanation to stuff yet you're coming to me saying i'm reactionary and my opinions are skewed. you're welcome to have that opinion but then don't be calling me insensitive when you're coming to insult me whereas jungkook will never even know i exist so it's not like i'm going to be telling him how much i think he likes his friends lmao

and I beg to ask why are you and all the other anons nitpick every word I say?

[tonydaddingham]

heh im happy to answer questions!! :D im actually not out to anyone online as muslim and so this is incredibly fun for me to talk about sgjkgh

metatron! now i have to be honest, i had never really heard of metatron till.. couple weeks ago when i watched s2! and it seems that this isn't an uncommon thing too, there's much more description of metatron in jewish literature than islamic, his name isn't mentioned in the quran at all iirc, but given the other similarities in religion i thought to look it up and found that! he exists! but i don't know what the whole.. beyond the veil thing entails, really. 😔 not even sure what this "veil" is. regarding metatron i have basically no knowledge at all. we're all learning here!

but! the free will discussion... oof. honestly this is a big topic. as it should be, but a lot of young muslim kids ask this question of.. if everything is predetermined, how can God judge us for our mistakes? we're told we have autonomy and choice to do what we want (which is what makes us human.) but Allah has also predetermined everything. uh. so [shrug] the analogy that stuck with me most was that if a child is given two options for food by their parent, the parent will know what they are going to pick, but they still have the choice. its flawed like all analogies but it is a good framework i think. there's also the thing about Allah knowing everything that will happen but not actively enforcing it? its definitely confusing. i hope i made any sense at all ;-; again happy to answer any questions if that has raised any but i can't.. promise i'll give good answers sjkfhgh [gestures at these paragraphs]

israfil! well, judgement and resurrection are very closely linked. iirc, israfil is the only being (along with god) to know when the day of judgement will happen. he'll blow the famous trumpet once to end all life on earth except himself, and blow it again to resurrect everyone that has ever lived. nods. the second coming doesn't trigger this, but it does signify the end of days.

i hope that answered everything? sorry this was so long 😭 in my defence . uh. i have no defence. my apologies. but thank you for asking all this!! its rare that ppl show interest in my little special interest <3 - 🌙

hello again 🌙 anon!!!✨ well in that case im very honoured you are sharing this with me, anonymously or not, thank you!! thank you for your follow-up ask too; hope you don't mind that i answer both on this post? keeps everything neat and tidy, especially if i need to refer back to it at any point!!!

i was going to put the rest of this ask under a cut but fuck it the below 2nd ask is SO IMPORTANT.

re: metatron, i did do a little bit of reading on their mention in the quran and it reads that uzair (who is possibly ezra?) is also the metatron...? not a question necessarily, just a mark of slight confusion that i need to look into further, haha!!!

free will: that's such a beautiful analogy... i guess it may not necessarily be a predetermination of only one path, but multiple different ones, and it's our choice which one we choose, even if god knows which one will be chosen. but that god doesn't tell us what will happen when we make that choice, because that would influence our decision, and as you said - either way doesn't enforce it. that i believe crosses over into some catholic thoughts on predestination, im not sure, but either way would strike the balance between god being omniscient, and her creations having free will - making the two compatible.

israfil: brilliant, thank you for clarifying, especially where the second coming might link to the day of judgement!!! follow-up q, i read a bit more about the day, and where (if ive read this right), each person had their book of deeds that supports whether they go to heaven or to hell. sort of related: where does the book of life fit into this in Islam? is each person's deeds reviewed, handed back to them in whichever appropriate hand, and they are then scratched from the BOL?

stars: that's... that's not brainrot talking, that's bloody ✨illumination!!!✨ wow!!! even if the star shower scene was before demons existed, the suggestion that the shower started after the angel who crowley was (AWCW) began to ask questions - something that firmly foreshadowed the fall - and given that aziraphale was the one to make him start questioning/then hurriedly cautioned him against asking them... the symbology of AWCW not necessarily protecting him from things that chase away demons, but protecting him from being implicated in whatever punishment was to come??? protecting him from the fall??? my GOD, im ASCENDING. oh my god oh my god oh my god

(wait --- going by the above from 🌙 anon, was i potentially somewhat right in this and this??? like obviously not exactly right, but that aziraphale was himself implicated in the fall, and AWCW protected him/defended him? FUCK)

[sanjayrithikh]

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Absent parent

or unavailable is an umbrella term used to describe parents who are uncaring, emotionally unavailable, narcissistic or generally display self-centred and cruel behaviours which can – and often do – tip into verbal and physical abuse.

Absentee Mother

a person who is supposed to be your mother but isn't either physically or emotionally present or both. The impact of this varies in consideration of the bond created with the child.

• Unfolding •

When I was a child I have a simple and meaningful life, I'm the one who made it happen. I remember how my family treats me, always in survival mode but there's good and bad in every situation. My absent parents have no idea the impact their absence and inconsistency has on the child. It's hard to communicate and you don't have the confidence to face people because I know it all starts at home, well everything starts from home.

"Home stands for comfort; it should be a refuge, where you and your family can feel secure; it's where you can share the important things in life: your happiness and sadness, your achievements and failures; it's where you can help each other as a family."

The truth is I don't have achievements in life, I don't know who I am all I know is I can't give my all to people who I think deserve it, I can't choose, I can't eat, I can't be the best. I'm always the second child and again I never had a chance to choose what I really want, even in my life. Until I go to college and had a job It doesn't matter what I'm thinking or my opinion is not really important to them. It's just me the black sheep of the family. Trying to fit in, to sit in, to give in. Now that I try to give my best to my family, my child I don't want to feel them the same way again. Not in this life. I will give my all to protect them, to be present in times of need. I just want to be heard. That's all I want. I'm always present to them even now. I'm one call away, you can tell me everything I won't judge I always here to understand and see both sides. I'm not yet healed. I don't know when or where. Soon, someday eventually. I missed everyone very much along the way. Life is full of different types of experiences. Everyday passing in our life is not the same it is not possible for us to remember every day of our life but there are days or moments of life that are memorable. It is not easy for us to forget that day or the event. We cannot go back to the past and live any moment that we want. The memories of these days help us in remembering the same and making that moment alive for us but one thing I always remember "No one is there for me" the day that I really need you, the day that I lost my favorite wallet, That gloomy day I went home alone, The day that you're absent in my life. You weren't there to protect me, to guide me. I was lost. But it's all gone long time ago. I'm fine in better way.

Disclaimer:

Again this is all based on my experience I have no hard feelings or resentment It's all gone, long long gone.

If you’re the absent parent, stop trying to tell the active parent how to parent.

[megaera-of-pigeon]

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Hi. Hello, yes, is this thing on? Mhmm. Yes, it is I, the one, the only, Mr. Ande! It has recently come to my attention that there has been some sort of little “competition” happening on this blog that I was not informed of. While I have graciously elected to forgive the egregious snub that is being left out of the bracket, I can simply not abide this shoddy coverage and lackluster treatment of these contestants! So, I’m going to go ahead and take things over for the day, and give you all a taste of what a *real* contest is supposed to be like!

I have selected a few special volunteers, who will now demonstrate for you how a *real* Pageant is presented! So, without further ado—

Contestant #1–I found this delightful young man over by the merchandise booth, and he simply exudes an air of… approachability. And very agreeable! He jumped at the chance to participate in our little pageant today, and has been following me around backstage and asking what he should do. Now, he will demonstrate his talent—look at him standing on his head, and spinning in circles, and patting his head while rubbing his tummy, and…. Mmmm, yes this one might actually be mind controlled. Well, being mind controlled does not mean he can’t be a winner! Say hello to contestant #1!

Contestant #2- I met this gentleman on a dating app recently, and while he was not sure he and I were the best fit romantically, his piercing, soulful gaze simply SCREAMED that I must put him in pageants. Look at his debonair, suave air of sophistication. Look at his glittering cerulean orbs! These are the gemstone eyes that the poets write sonnets about! His talents include winking rakishly and picking pockets—what an intriguing specimen! Say hello to Contestant #2, Mr. Sapphires!

Contestant #3– I almost tripped over this fat little cat thing wandering around backstage and could have broken my neck. Or torn my outfit! How awful. It wouldn’t go away and when it heard I was going to be doing this, it wouldn’t leave me alone until I gave it a chance to participate. So, behold this……….. creature. It’s talents include ripping priceless articles of clothing, shedding all over everything, and smelling terrible, like the rest of its species. Oh? What’s that? You’re not a cat? Whatever. NEXT CONTESTANT

Contestant #4– I encountered this fair creature on her way out of the break room where she was helping organize things for one of the “manwhore” competition finalists. But I knew immediately that her talents were being wasted backstage! Her gentle presence, her mousy charm, it absolutely screams untapped Pageant Queen potential! Her talents include speech proof reading, fast filing, sewing and sword tricks. Exciting! Could she be the winner of our little Pageant? I suppose, maybe.

Contestant #5– I’m not going to lie, I’m a little… overwhelmed by this contestant’s whole aura. He heard I was going to be having a Pageant and came into our prep session to insist he deserved a “second chance”. His talents include setting explosives, groveling, selling incredible products at an absolutely killer deal, and threatening innocent and well meaning Pageant judges at gunpoint. How fun!

Contestant #6– Finally, we greet our final contestant. His image has been redacted for security purposes, but I am pleased to introduce the most wonderful, special brother of our most glorious and beautiful Queen Lilith, it’s the Queen’s Brother Luke! His talents include helping his sister with royal responsibilities, reading to the blind, feeding the poor, kissing babies, and gallantly waving at crowds! Now I know you can’t see it for yourselves, but this young man is the second most objectively beautiful person in existence, following only his most beauteous sister the Queen. Should you Vote For Luke? Should you Choose Him As The Winner? I suppose we will see!

So there you have it folks, those are the contestants! Now before we start with the votes, let me just take a moment to extend a heartfelt thanks to the Royal Kingdom of Ninir, which has so generously sponsored our little contest today. Thank our gracious monarch!

[finelinevogue]

he’s so vogue

Description - you are the journalist for the new Harry Styles December Vogue Issue

A/N - how is everyone doing? hope you enjoy! if you have any requests please feel free to ask. love you all and have a lovely rest of the week!

warnings: swearing

[masterlist]

Being a journalist for Vogue was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

After 3 years of studying English Literature at Surrey University, you never thought, only a year after, you'd be working as an apprentice at Vogue UK. If it weren't for your Aunty, who worked in the fashion design section at Vogue HQ, then you'd no doubt still be a broke-ass, single, lonely student. Ok, lonely you still were but your job was so full-on that you didn't have time for a relationship.

Two years into your apprenticeship you were promoted to an official member of the team, and then another two years later you got promoted to team leader in your department of journalism, and editing; The Media - or as you like to call it - "The Celeb Goss". You were beyond happy with your job and found such passion in every article your wrote. Whether it be about a new celebrity romance or the collapse of one, you found a way to story-tell in such a meditated way that everyone loved your pieces.

That's why the Harry Styles had requested you to be the one to interview him.

Of course you'd written about A-list celebrities in the past, producing articles on pregnancy rumours, or engagements, or breakups, but you'd never met them before authoring an article. You'd met plenty of D-list celebrities who thought they were mega famous, but if you mentioned their names people would turn around and ask "who?".

This is why interviewing Harry Styles was a massive thing for you.

Not very often did you get to do work out in the field, especially in these covid infested days, but nevertheless it was your favourite part of the job. Getting to meet the people you were writing about was completely refreshing, allowing you to obtain a clearer outlook on which direction to take on your journal piece.

You were asked to go to Stonehenge, where the photoshoot was being filmed, as your office of interview. Even though you'd lived in the UK all your life, you'd never actually been to Stonehenge. It wasn't really on your bucket-list, but it was a pleasure to get to see it all the same.

Being the prepared interviewer you were, you'd prepared an array of questions that you were set on asking Harry. You'd never met him before, but after much googling and youtubing of him prior to meeting him today you would already be confident in saying he's the most brilliant man to ever exist. You were really nervous that you were going to screw this interview up and make a terrible mess in front of Harry Styles.

"Lisa! What if I accidentally say something I shouldn't?" You ran your stressed hands through your hair.

This whole morning had been frantic. It had started off by you waking up late, no thanks to Lisa, your best-friend and co-worker, pressing snooze on the alarm. You wanted to look professional today so you'd put on your best shirt - only to spill coffee down it ten minutes later. So now, you smelt of coffee and were wearing what was left in your wardrobe - and it wasn't much. The only things left clean were a pair of pink corduroy flares and some, pastel coloured, graphic t-shirt to go with it.    

"You won't. Stop being so negative." Lisa rolled her eyes, probably fed up with the amount of winging she'd heard from you this morning - and you'd only been awake an hour.

"My outfit is hardly professional either." You huffed, pouring the rest of your, second, coffee down the drain.

"Well I think you look gorgeous." Lisa stated, whilst putting her breakfast bar wrapper in the bin.

You and Lisa were back and forth about you stressing, and such, for about half an hour before you had to leave. You had a great panic about losing your glasses too. You could see without them up close, but for long distance viewing and reading you were practically blind. You were taking Lisa's car, since she didn't think you were emotionally stable enough to drive. Lisa was the creative director on the set, and thank goodness she was so you could at least ramble to someone.

After a two hour drive up from London, you arrived at Stonehenge and it was freezing. Although the sun was out, it did nothing to keep your body heated. The journey up had been nice because you sat in your nicely heated car, chatting away with Lisa and blasting some Harry Styles out of the speaker. You'd made it through the first album, and the second one up to Canyon Moon before reaching your destination.

Upon arriving you could just about, without glasses, make out about 15 other cars, arranged at the bottom of a hill. There was an array of Audis and BMWs, a few Range Rovers, which you placed your bets on one was Harrys, and a green, vintage, Jaguar which was most likely belonging to the fashion editor or something. There was also a modern barn, perched at the foot of the hill, which was where Harry would be getting changed in to his various different outfits.

It took you a moment to register that Lisa had parked and was already clambering out of the car, making you look a little idiotic still blankly staring at the beautiful scenes in front, and around, of you.

But it was still bloody freezing.

You jogged a little to the boot and whipped out your white cardigan. Originally you'd thought that this would've been enough to keep you warm, but now you were starting to think otherwise.

The atmosphere here was amazing. People were rushing around left, right and centre loading, and unloading, various pieces of equipment and clothes. You caught sight of brightly coloured fabrics being carried to and from various places. There were the camera crew, and presumably director, all chatting amongst themselves. The smell of the very fresh air was so lush that you'd forgotten what it smelt like - especially after years in London.

You grabbed your bag from the boot, which had your notes, recording kit and laptop stuffed inside, before locking the car and following Lisa in to the barn.

It was lovely and warm inside - a completely different climate to than the outside. It was as if it was Bali inside and Antarctica outside. Better Bali than Antarctica though.

"Ok. Let's put our stuff down over here and then go find people we need to meet and such." Lisa instructed, you still too in awe of the place to fully comprehend what was going on.

You followed Lisa and you two ended up dropping off your stuff next to some other bags. You took a liking to the purse next to your stuff. Next to your bag, it made yours seem ancient - like it was worth nothing more than a penny. It was luscious and a beautiful baby blue colour. You softly ran your hands over it, finding satisfaction in how smooth and subtle it was.

"Hope you're not planning on stealing that, love." A manly voice appeared from behind you. You whipped around to see who's bag you'd been messing with, and it was just your luck that it was to be Harry Styles'. Of all the people's it could've been it had to be his. 

Perfect.

He looked dashing. He was in black flares and his iconic 'But daddy i love him', t-shirt, along with a huge green anorak. His hair was prettily clipped back with a pink clip, presumably placed there to gave his curls greater volume. In his hand he had a pink toothbrush and you guessed he'd come back over to put it away in his bag - only to find you caressing it instead.

"Oh - no, no. Not at all. I - uh - I just thought it was beautiful." You stammered over your words, choosing them carefully to try and make you look less like an active criminal.

"Mhm." Harry nodded whilst looking you up and down, most likely judging why a peasant like you, in comparison to him, was touching his expensive property. "Well, I love your flares darlin'." Harry looked down at your trousers, his compliment making you blush a little.

"Thank you. That wasn't professional, and neither is my outfit, I know, and I apologise." You added, because you knew that if your boss knew you turned up today the way you did she would give you a right bollocking - and potentially even fire you.

"Never apologise for flares. You look amazing." Gemma perked up, making you feel more self conscious surrounded by all these other beautiful women. Gemma was in a slouchy, knitted, jumper and basic jeans - no doubt all from shops beyond your budget - and yet she looked like a model fit for the runway for Vogue.

"Okay, sorry." You apologised again, to which you, creepily, got the exact same, stern, look from the Styles siblings at the same time.

"My stylist, Harry, introduced me to big pants. He offered whether I wanted to try a pair of flares, and I was like, 'Flares? That's fucking crazy'!" Harry laughed as he told his story, earning a laugh out of you too. "Now they're my favourite item of clothing. Have a whole wardrobe dedicated to them."

"I wish he was joking." Gemma laughed at her brother and his flare obsession.

"Well you do look handsome in them, so I understand why." Your words rolls off your tongue before you could even comprehend what you were saying. Only after you finished your sentence did you completely intake what you'd just said.

"Good start." Lisa giggled to you, before turning to walk over to the coffee station. It was a help-yourself coffee bar and you knew that you were going to bed at least five cups to get over the last five minutes alone. You'd probably drain the station before letting anyone else have any.

"Oh god." You awkwardly mumbled, not daring to see how weirdly Harry would be looking at you, before walking off outside.

You had spent less than 10 minutes here and yet you'd never felt like a bigger clown. Joining the circus had never been so easy.

The outside wind hit you like a powerful leaf blower, and your hair blew around like crazy - most likely compiling into a birds nest on the top of your head.

Today was supposed to be the start of something great. Your hopes were set on a promotion from your written masterpiece, whilst enjoying the company of one of the most handsome, most lovely, most talented men of this century. Those hopes seemed a little too distant now. They seemed to mock you, as if to laugh at how you ever thought you were going to be any more successful. You'd completely, in more ways than one, made a fool of yourself in front of your interviewee, you were so underdressed, you were caught fondling his Gucci purse and you were still bloody cold.

It all felt too unprofessional for a job where professional was practically the driving force of the company.

You leaned against the barn, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You were a master in over-thinking, but unfortunately that wasn't something you could add to your resumé. You let your eyes close and the other senses come alive for a few moments. The sounds of distant sheep and the smell of the cold wind were just two of the senses that allowed you to take a step back for a minute, and breathe.

"Thank you." A voice interrupted you from your attempt of quick meditation. You looked to your left and noticed Harry standing there, still in the same outfit as before.

"I'm sorry?" You asked confused, taking a step away from the barn to considerately pay more attention to him.

"Thank you - for saying I look handsome in flares." He repeated, smirking when he added the second part.

"Oh." Was all you could respond, feeling too embarrassed to take the conversation any further. "I should—" You pointed back to the barn, using it as an excuse to leave before yet screwed up anymore.

"Lisa told me you're the interviewer." Harry added, and it only occurred to you that you'd never actually introduced yourself. "So it's lovely to finally meet you Y/N." He stuck out his hand for your to shake, which you did willingly. His hands were a lot softer than you'd expected.

"Ho... You know my name?" You asked surprised.

"Of course. I also know you're the best writer in Vogue right now." He flattered you, which made you blush. You had a feeling he'd make you do that a lot today.

"Sure." You rolled your eyes as you spoke sarcastically.

"Well I chose you for a reason, didn't I?" He rhetorically asked.

"I mean.. I, well.. I don't know?" You stumbled over your words, making yourself look like a larger fool than you did already. Today was just turning out to be exactly what you didn't want it to be. "Sorry."

"Stop apologising. You do it too often." He told you, nearly making you apologise again but he gave you a jokingly stern look, as if he knew what you were going to say, and so you decided otherwise.

"Harry!" You both turned to see there was a man waving towards you both, but specifically to Harry. "Come get changed!" The same man shouted. Harry lifted his thumbs up, as if to signal he'd be there shortly.

Harry turned back to you and noticed you shiver a little.

"I'll start the interview after I come back from the dressing rooms, yeah?" Harry asked, taking off his, khaki green, trench-coat in the process. He handed it to you before you could oblige against it.

"Wait what?" You confusedly looked down at the coat and back up to Harry.

"Gives me a piece of mind knowing my interviewer isn't going to die of hypothermia before actually interviewing me." He smiled, obviously attempting to crack a joke and you have to admit you did laugh.

"Thank you." You say, before he runs off to where he's being called to.

                                                            ••••

You'd been sat inside for a little while, waiting for Harry to come back. It gave you time to perfect your questions though.

Thinking up questions to ask Harry had been a challenging task, but one that you'd been fully invested in. You loved creating questions to ask him that were going to get to understand him on a deeper level. He was a very private man, and you completely respected that. If you crossed any boundaries, with the questions you'd ask, you would write them out of the interview. You liked to think you hadn't thought up a question that would make him feel uncomfortable though.

Pissing off Harry would be on another level of shame.

"Coat kept you warm?" Harrys voice disengaged you from your notebook.

"Hm?" You asked then replayed what he'd just asked in your mind. "Oh, yes. Thank you very much." You stood up, from where you'd been perched on the floor, picking up your nearly finished green tea as you did so.

Only when you stood up did it come to your realisation that Harry was now in costume. He was dressed in luxury. Each item looked like it cost more than your rent, and that was saddening. He looked rich and luxurious. To be quite honest, you were finding it rather difficult to take your eyes off him.

"You think the outfit is Vogue enough?" Harry asked, striking a few poses, which made you laugh. It was refreshing to see him act so relaxed and carefree, rather than a stuck-up-prick you knew some celebrities to be.

"Completely. I love it!" You exclaimed, appreciating the twirl he did for you.

He was wearing a kilt-like skirt and he looked beyond beautiful in it. Fuck toxic masculinity. Fuck being a manly man - like what does that even mean? Harry was embracing gender fluidity and experimenting the ways in which there was no definitive line between men and women's clothes anymore, and you thought it was marvellous. Revolutionary, for times as politically and socially troubled as these.

You started removing the coat in attempt to give it back to him, but he refrained you from doing so by holding on to your forearm.

"Keep it. I thought we could go outside to start the interview, so you'll be needing that." Harry told you, and you agreed - however reluctantly that was. You couldn't really complain though, because the coat did kept you warm and, what's better, it smelt divine - just like you'd imagine Harry to smell.

"Okay. Thank you. Do you want to go now?" You asked hesitantly, not knowing whether he was busy for someone else right now.

"Whenever you're ready, love." He answered, making you feel more relaxed. He was going at your pace and was making you feel settled - he was even more of a gentleman than people described him to be.

The two of you had walked around the backside of the barn in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. Well, at least you were. It was a blessing no one was back here. It was just you, Harry and the scenery that surrounded Stonehenge.

You approached a bench and you plopped yourself down on one end, whilst Harry sat on the other. He respected the fact that there was a pandemic going on, and didn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way. You still had your mask on, so Harry had taken that as you were very conscious about the virus - which he admired.

You pulled out your glasses, from the depths of one of the coat pockets, and placed them on your face, probably making yourself look even geekier than you already felt. Today was just one of those days you wished you had good eyes...

You opened your spent notebook, musty pages practically falling apart, and turned to the section of questions you needed for that interview. You were so nervous already and you hadn't even asked anything yet, all because of the previous interactions with Harry today. Your shaky hands shuffled through the pages and you cursed under your breath when you struggled to find what you needed.

"Shoot. Come on." You mumbled quietly under your breath, hoping it would make this terrible situation end faster. You mustn't have been as quiet as you thought though.

"Y/N." Harry's name broke through your clouded mind of self-disappointment.

You looked up at him to see him softly smiling at you, blowing all worries away from you away with the wind. "Yes?" You timidly asked, pushing your wind-swept hair out of glasses - where it'd gotten caught.

"You’re alright, love. You don't have to be professional around me, alright? We're just two strangers having a conversation, to get to know each other, okay?" If his words didn't calm you enough, the soothing sound of his husky voice certainly did.

"But that would mean you asking me stuff too?" You replied, confused at his implications of the phrasing 'getting to know each other'.

"Mhm." Harry nodded his head.

"Oh I don't know Mr Styles, i'm not a very interesting person." You answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose from where they'd fallen.

"I refuse to believe that." Harry chuckled, making a quick smile appear on your face. "And please call me Harry. Just Harry." He begged, obviously finding it weird you calling him by his professional title. All you wanted, ever, was for your interviewee's to feel comfortable and safe, so if Harry wanted you to call him Harry then so be it.

"Ok, Harry," you sarcastically said, earning a shake of the head on his behalf, "you can ask me a few questions throughout the day." You told him, but you knew he'd struggle to find even two questions when he realises how bland you are.

"Does that mean you only get to ask me a few as well?" Harry smirked, already knowing the answer to that question. Unlike Harry, you had to write an article about today when you got home and so he knew that you'd have to dig as much dirt as possible from him.

"No, sorry. I don't particularly want to lose my job." You paused to look down at your notes, squinting a little as you did to see better. "Okay. Tell me your experience with corona virus."

"Sorry I didn't quite catch that, love." Harry apologised, leaning in slightly to see if he could hear you a second time around.

"Sorry." You looked down to fiddle with your fingers - a habit you'd undertaken when you're embarrassed. "Um..," you cleared your throat, "would you mind if I took off my mask?"

Your timid voice sent tingle down Harrys spine. He didn't think anyone could ever be this sweet. "Not at all, ‘course you can." He replied, again, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

You hesitantly took off your face mask, feeling like you were in some dramatic movie where they face revealed someone. You kind of liked having the mask on, because, for one, it kept you warm, and for two, you were a little self conscious with how you looked compared to all the other women here today. You shoved the mask in your pocket, with trembling fingers, before looking back down to your notes.

"Woah." You heard Harrys voice being mumbled under the wind. You eyes shot up to his and you noticed him staring right back at you.

"W-what? Is my acne playing up? I knew I should've—" You self-consciously run your hands over the areas you know you got acne. The masks really didn't help when it came to skin care.

"Hey, stop. No. You just... You look beautiful." Harry complimented you, and a roaring blush arose on to your cheeks. You'd never been called beautiful before, and so you were taking the compliment like such a 13-year old.

"Oh, uh, thank you." You awkwardly answered, not really having any other words come to mind in that moment. Harry chuckled under his breath, still keeping eyes on you for some reason.

"Would you mind repeating your last question, I didn't quite catch it?" Harry asked politely.

"Sure. Um, tell me how you've experienced corona virus." You repeated for him, gripping ahold of your pen to start copying what he says and pressing start on your recording device in case you needed it later.

"Well, it's been tedious that's for sure. However, I just want people to be safe and for life to return back to normal, so therefore i've been very MIA for a lot of the time. Keeping to myself mostly. I only went out for hikes or bike rides. All my meetings were online, so it's been very lonely." Harry kept eye contact with your figure the entire time, and if it weren't for you concentrating on writing what he was saying then you'd probably melt away under his gaze.

For such soft eyes he sure was intimidating.

"I presume the loneliness sent you crazy at times." You laughed, because you sure felt that way through lockdown. Curse being single.

"You have no idea." Harry laughed along with you, making you, slowly, feel more at ease.

"Actually, you'd be surprised." You looked at him unsure, before returning down to your notebook.

"Okay then, first question from me," Harrys words made your head shoot up, "How can someone as amazing as yourself be lonely?" He asked and you made a mental tally of how many questions he'd asked.

"Could ask you the very same question, Harry." You slyly replied, avoiding the question by answering with another question. It was a tactic you'd learnt, throughout your years of journalism, when you wanted to dismiss something .

"That's cheating." Harry pointed at you and raised his eyebrows, but you couldn't take your eyes off the big, cheeky, smile perched on his face. You shrugged you're shoulders in defence and returned to your questions. "But you did just call me amazing, so I think i'll let it slide this one time." You blushed, again, when you understood what he meant.

He was amazing though - that was the truth.

"You were in L.A. for the majority of quarantine, am I right to say?" You already knew the answer but your manager had just wanted confirmation.

"Yeah, but L.A. feels like holiday, whereas London feels like home." He answered, which you appreciated. He hasn't got lost in the way that Hollywood could let people. He'd stayed grounded.

"So what did you entertain yourself with during quarantine?" You asked curiously, slightly side-tracking from your pre-written questions - just because you were intrigued (nosey).

"Not much, not to be boring. I ate a lot of bread. I worked out pretty much every day. I wrote quite a bit actually." He used his fingers to pinch his bottom lip, something you'd noticed he did in interviews.

"Does that mean a new album on the way?" Your inner fangirl was screaming at the thought of HS3.

"Can neither confirm nor deny." Harry smirked to himself, like the cheeky bugger he is.

"That's a yes then." You joked, pretending to write it down in your notes.

"You're impossible, you." Harry laughed and shook his head. It made you feel all funny the way you could make him smile like that. You were the source of his happiness for just that moment, and that was enough to make you feel happy for a lifetime - not that he felt the same.

"Next question," you stated, moving swiftly on because you knew you had limited time, "How's your experience with Vogue been so far?"

"Wonderful. Everyone has been so welcoming and that makes it so much easier for me to have fun. It's daunting going at things alone, but i'm getting slowly used to it now." Harry sniffled a little, probably due to the freezing cold weather here.

"Must be strange, not having four best friends around you, all the time, anymore." You stated rather than asked him, sure that he was missing his bandmates. I mean, you were - so he definitely would be.

"Brothers." Harry replied, making you look up at him confused.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, giving him your full attention.

"You said four best friends. Well, actually they're my brothers." His words actually caused a rift in your heart. You could feel it being pulled apart and torn in to two. If you wrote this in to the magazine the fans would have a worldwide passing-away-party.

"Harry." You said softly, slightly tearing up at his words. "God, I swear i'm not normally this emotional." You chest your throat and try to establish your dignity - however there wasn't that much left anymore.

"Oh shut up." Harry looked away obviously trying to hide the fact that he was tearing up too. You laughed at him but didn't draw any more attention to it than you guessed he would've wanted.

"They mean a lot to you then?" You asked, hopefully not treading on any unwanted territories.

"Much more than a lot, yeah." Harry nodded his head, turning it back to face you. He could tell this conversation was now off-the-record because of your closed notebook, your undivided attention towards him and the fact you’d turned off the recording device. He liked being able to look at you, rather than the top of your head. He swore you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

"You still see them often?" 

"Not as often as i'd like. Niall did come around the other week to drop off some old guitars he didn't want anymore, and then we ended up playing around with some music for a bit." He admitted, which stitched your heart back together.

"So does that mean a Narry collab?" You teased, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

"Narry? You so are a directioner." He laughed along with you.

"And you just avoided my question, therefore there is a song out there written only by you and Niall." You concluded, which shut him up.

This conversation was going a lot better than expected. Certainly a lot better than earlier. You will be permanently scarred by the way you spoke to him and handled his belongings. It was going to haunt you forever - and yet he'd forget about it by tomorrow. Or maybe he wouldn't, which is why you felt the need to apologise.

"Harry?" You asked, clearly indicating this was still a conversation away from the interview.

"Yes Y/N?" He watched you intently, listening to your every word.

"I, um, just wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was just really nervous to meet you, and to be honest still am. I didn't mean to touch your stuff without your consent and I certainly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with any of my comments. So, i'm sorry. I can only imagine the awful, yet true, things you must think of me." You rambled really quickly, that you were uncertain whether Harry even caught one word of what you'd says.

"Do you know why I asked for you to interview me Y/N?" Harry asked, which wasn't the first thing you expected him to say after your apology.

"No. I...well Lisa told me it was because I can write well or something." You suggested, not wanting to sound egotistical.

"I mean you do write perfectly, but no." You were intrigued now. "I asked for you because I, and this is not for your magazine, have a secret - but not-so-secret - crush on you." This time it was Harrys turn to blush.

"Harry... you don't have to say that to—"

"I'm not saying it for anything. I sincerely think you are the most delightful, most prettiest, most fucking sweetest person i've ever met." Harry exclaimed, which you were taken aback by. Never, ever, did you think that Harry Styles would proclaim his likeness towards you. Ever.

"Harry don't mess with me, please." You shyly spoke, tilting your head down in disbelief that the Harry Styles was smitten about you.

He shuffled along the bench, stopping a little way from you but close enough to reach out for you. Your heartbeat increased when you noticed his hand move closer towards you. It didn't stop till he reached your face. He took his time, courteously, pushing your hair behind your ear before removing you of your glasses. He held the right-eye frame and slowly pulled the glasses off your face.

Once he'd successfully taken them off he folded them up and placed them alongside your closed notebook.

"Can see those pretty eyes now." He whispered quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"Don't lie. They're so dull." You mumbled, lifting your head up slightly. His face was still away from you.

"Not to me they're not." He retaliated, looking deep into your eyes as you did his. "I hate this corona virus."

"Why?" His words were so out of the blue sometimes, it gave you whiplash.

"Because I can't be as near to you as I want to be." Harry told you. And yeah, you hated corona too. It was getting a little laborious now.

"Smooth, Styles." You chuckled. You wondered how many new and weird pick-up lines could be made from covid. 

"I know." He winked, which honestly would have made you throw up if it were any other man on the planet. Somehow, though, Harry just made it seem attractive - along with every other thing that man ever did. "After this, would you like to come back to my house for a cuppa tea?" He asked sweetly, like a five year old asking whether you wanted to play together.

"Okay. Lisa was my ride though." You said more to yourself than anything else, debating on how you'd even get to Harrys. Uber? Taxi? Lisa? Walk?

"I'll drive us, it's fine. I have to drop Gem off, but i'd be more than happy to chauffeur you." Harry kindly offered, to which you were internally screaming about. You were literally, and metaphorically, having a field-day with all this Harry content and interview.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden." You question politely, not wanting to overstep any boundaries - especially in these covid infested times.

"Of course. I wouldn't have offered otherwise." He protested, waving his hand at if to say it was no bother. You were already trying to work out, in your head, how much petrol money you were going to owe him.

"Then i'd be honoured to have a brew with you Harry." You giggled at how cringe you were being, even if this was just your normal self speaking.

"Great." Harry genuinely smiled, teeth and all. "My shoot should take a couple of hours, but feel free to continue to write and journal. I'm looking forward to reading this particular article." He winked at you before standing up.

"Wonder why?" You sarcastically asked, knowing full-well it was due to his exposure of his own feelings towards you. Even though you'd never says anything back you were quite in agreement on how you felt about him, like he did you. He would be a narcissist to say he knew you liked him the same, out loud, but he knew. And you knew that he knew.

"Wonder why indeed." He gave you one last smile before he'd disappeared for the rest of the afternoon, leaving you to digest and relive the past half an hour or so.

Being Harry Styles' crush was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

                                                          ••••

After Harry had finished up his shoot he was quick to come find you again.

You'd watched parts of his shoot and he looked magnificent. There wasn't a good enough word to describe how amazing he looked. Harry, his stylist, was probably the best stylist out there. His fashion choices were unmatched and you wanted him to be yours. You were not rich enough nor fashionable enough, ironic for working in a a fashion company, to hire a stylist, but you would if you could.

You were so proud to see what he was achieving now as the person that he was. Harry was just being Harry, without the devilish control of shitty managements or ridiculous amounts of PR stunts. Harry was more free than ever, and it definitely showed just how much he was enjoying it.

You were certain that this Vogue magazine would break the internet - his fans were good at doing that. This could be a turning point for many people, with their outdated and ignorant views. There was no room for people with racist or homophobic or transphobic or xenophobic - and the list does go on - views anymore.

You were waiting by the front door of the barn, to catch Harry as he walked past. You caught sight of him in a white robe, presumably to get changed back into his everyday clothes. He looked really pretty in the robe - very domestic actually.

Today had been a good day.

Harry asked you to send over the more specific Vogue questions to him via email, so he could devote more time in to answering them in a lot more depth. You thought he meant you'd be sending them to some PA in his team, but you were shocked to understand he'd given you his personal email.

People were walking back to their cars and packing away the filming kit. You saw Lisa and the director talking to one another, no doubt discussing some in-work gossip.

"You ready?" Harrys voice reminded you that you'd been waiting for him. You looked to see he was back in the same clothes as this morning, only this time without his coat.

"Here?" You offered, having him over the coat once again but he declined.

"Looks better on you anyways." He winked at you, before walking through the car park and to his car. You were very surprised when you found out Harry was the one to own the green Jaguar. You assumed all celebrities drove the Range Rover, but no. The vintage car added to Harrys immaculate vibe and just made him that little bit more hot.

Harry properly introduced you to Gemma, who was equally as lovely as Harry. They were both amazing people and they were crazily alike. From the way they looked, down to the way they phrased their words, they were mistakingly twins. Gemma explained how Anne, their mum, didn't know they were doing this photoshoot and that it was going to be a surprise, which you thought was so cute.

Gemma spilt a lot of gossip on Harry, to which he got very embarrassed over. You learnt that Harrys first word was Cat. You learnt that Harry is godfather to multiple children, which you found heartwarming. You learnt Harry used to be a baker - which was something he elaborated on for a good half an hour. Harry was just a fountain of memories and Gemma was the one sharing them all with you.

The drive back to London was relaxed. You sat in the back, listening to Harry and Gemma pointlessly argue whilst an Arctic Monkeys album played in the background. You forgot that people like Harry drove, and listened to music, just like other regular people. You often misplaced celebrities in society, thinking they had everything done for them but in reality that (often) wasn't the case - at least not for Harry.

Gemma was dropped off quickly before Harry drove to his. It was no surprise that the Styles siblings didn't live too far away from each other. Harrys house was beautiful. Bigger than anything you could ever dream of buying. It was a palace compared to your cupboard-sized house. You were unbelievably jealous. He gave you the tour of the house, showing you where the toilets were, and even his panic room if necessary.

You migrated to the kitchen for a bit, talking about anything and everything. Getting to know the minuscule pieces of information that no-one else was trusted with, made you feel special. Harry made you feel special - even if he weren't meaning to.

Every moment held a spark. Every touch set off a firework. Every laugh was an electric burst. He made you feel so alive.

"We can go to the living room after this has boiled." Harry said, pointing towards the streaming kettle. He wanted to show off his fancy tea collection he had, and let you have a try if you wanted to. Harry was boring and chose the basic green tea, but, after much deliberation, you chose the cranberry green tea. It intrigued you and it sounded delicious.

"Why the extensive tea collection?" Not even you, a certified caffeine addict, had this much tea in your house. Coffee was a different story and one in which you didn't want to talk about.

"They help me with my meditation." He took the teabags and placed them in his glass mugs. They had a delicate Gucci stamp on them, and you just imagined that they probably worth the same amount as your daily salary.

"You meditate?" You were slightly surprised that he did.

"I try to yeah." Harry nodded, focusing on pouring in the boiling water into the mugs. "I've got very tight hamstrings and so it helps if I meditate twice a day."

Harry finished making the tea, in the light-filled kitchen, before showing you around to the open-lounge area. Everything was modern and chic. It was exactly how you imagined it, but better. The open, red-brick, wall was a beautiful feature and one that you were a whore for! It reminded you of New York and the memories you'd made there one summer.

The sofa was a beautiful velvet, green, sofa. It was soft and gentle, a lot like Harry when you thought about it. The whole house was an architectural masterpiece and you'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous. You sat on one end and Harry went to go and sit on the other end.

"I don't bite you know?" You joked, self-consciously wondering whether he didn't want to be sat near you.

"I know, I just don't want to step on any of your covid boundaries - which is perfectly fine by the way." He added, apprehensively taking the spot next to you.

"No, not at all." You ushered him to sit next to you, as you took a sip from your steaming hot cup of fruity tea. "If I smell though, do tell me!"

"Yeah, you smell bloody awful!" Harry sarcastically remarked, but laughing afterwards to assure you he was joking. The atmosphere went quiet for a minute, only the sounds of passing cars and deep breaths being heard.

"Y/N can I ask you something?" Harry turned the tone of the conversation. It sounded like he wanted to be more serious than you two were being beforehand.

"Anything." You encouraged him to continue. You placed the cup of tea down on the table, deciding it was too hot to drink right now, and gave him your full attention.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Harry questioned. You didn't think you'd be having a conversation this intense - especially if you had different opinions - on your first day of knowing each other, but here you were.

"I believe you can love someone at first sight. I don't believe you can be in love with someone at first sight. Why?" You were curious as to how his brain had journeyed to this particular topic. You'd never really had this conversation with anyone before, mainly because you were unaware of the true power, and meaning, of love.

"It uh... It doesn't matter." Harry shook his head and you could tell by his body language that he was shutting you out. Maybe you'd made him uncomfortable.

"Sorry I didn't mean to—"

"No, no. Please don't apologise. It's just - I like you a lot more than you may think." Harry shyly told you, which made you all soft inside. He was being vulnerable and that was something you admired in a partner. You didn't just need love, affection and trust in a relationship. No. You needed vulnerability and heartbreak too, and Harry was revealing that part of him to you.

"I like you a lot more than you think too." You repeated, not because you felt bad for him but because you truly did like him a whole lot. Love was a weird yet wonderful thing, and if you were to hazard a guess you'd say you loved Harry. 

You couldn't wait to be in love with him.

"Does that mean I get to crown you my girlfriend?" Harry excitedly asked. Harry happy was something that should be made a constant, and you were more than happy to be in control of that.

"At least take me out first." You bargained, wishing for nothing more than to go on a date with Harry. Where you'd go, you had no idea. Everything was closed right now and there was still the chance of becoming sick with corona, but no doubt Harry would think of something not only clever, but special.

Of course you'd love to be Harrys girlfriend. However, you wanted one more, official, opportunity to really get to know him - unprofessionally. You wanted to make sure that you knew, and he knew, that you wanted to be with him because he was the charming Harry you've come to love, not because he was Harry Styles.

"So you're allowing me to take you on a date?" Harry smirked like a little child, your heart fluttering at how excited he was to be able to treat you to dinner.

"Yes, Harry. Yes I am." You answered sweetly, offering him the cutest smile you could.

You can't believe what a turn of events today has been. You've gone from nearly writing yourself on Harrys enemy list to writing yourself on to his 'people he's dated' list. Who knows what the future would offer you. At the start of the day you had wished this whole day to end and for the ground to just swallow you up, now you never wanted it to end. It was too perfect to be true and yet it was.

Harry was the most wonderful human to exist and you were beyond surprised to be the one to catch his attention. You didn't understand why you were so special, but it was nice to feel like this for a change. It was nice to feel wanted.

                                                             ••••

A few months later and you were officially Harrys girlfriend.

It had been such a crazy few months. Harry religiously took you out on dates every week. Whether it be to grab a hotdog at a local diner, a coffee from a quaint cafe, a walk in Hyde Park or a late-night drive around London - which normally ended up with you falling asleep before you could make it back to yours. On sleepless jet-lagged nights he'll still drive through London's quiet streets, seeing neighborhoods in a new way, just as an excuse to spend time with you.

Harry often stayed over at yours. Even though you looked like you lived in a shoebox compared to Harry, he liked it. He liked the subtly and normality of it all. He wanted your life to remain as normal as possible and, apart from the occasional paparazzi incident, it did. You never had anything to complain about. Of course the online bullying created emotional wounds, at the start of your relationship, but it was nothing that Harry couldn't repair with a bit of love.

Lisa has nominated herself to be maid-of-honour when the day comes - if the day comes. Harry has already pinky sworn that you are it for him. The one, as some may say. You were utterly flattered, but you certainly unsure of what the future help for you both.

You loved Harry, you do love Harry and you will forever always love Harry.

It was ridiculous to think that all this stemmed from you working at Vogue. From you studying English Literature in a city away from London. From you dedicating you extra hours gaining work experience and money to be able get in and afford university. So many moments in life have you stopped and said 'i wish i hadn't have done that', but now you were convinced that they were the best things to have happened to you - because they lead you, all, to Harry.

And, being Harry Styles girlfriend was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

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todobakudeku x fem!reader | SMUT (18+)

WARNINGS: threesome, daddy kink, use of “good girl,” “slut,” and “whore,” voyerism, exhibitionism, threesome, double (triple?) pen, anal, vaginal, and oral (giving and receiving) sex, yelling, degradation, praise, getting caught during sex, inexperienced writer (this is like the first smut I’ve ever written 0.0)

Word count: 3k

x male(ftm pre srs)!reader 

Katsuki ran his hands up and down your body, making your skin tingle with excitement. 

“Please,” you whimpered, lifting your hips up to try and create even a little bit of friction. 

“Please what, baby?” Katsuki said, pressing his warm palms lightly on your abdomen. “Use your words.”

“Please touch me,” you moaned, grabbing at his hands and trying to move them down to your clit. 

“Mhm, since you asked so nicely,” he said. His index finger ran down your stomach and he slipped it inside of you. “Ah, you’re already so wet just from me touching you like that?”

He pulled his finger out to put it in his mouth and you grunted, desperate for him to be inside you again. “What a fucking slut.”

You started to whimper again incoherently. 

“Mhm, you taste so good, baby. I think I need more.” Katsuki lay down on his back. “Come sit on my face.”

You nodded eagerly, bringing your knees to either side of his head. You held yourself up just above his face, waiting for him to start. 

“Uh-uh. You’re not gonna be able to keep yourself up on those legs once I’m done with you.”

You began to lower yourself down nervously.

“Come on now. Daddy can take it. Yeah, just like that. Good girl. When I need to breathe I’ll lift you up, but after you come right back down, understand?” He put his large hands on your waist.

“Y-yes sir.” You’d never called him sir before, but something about the way he was talking to you made it seem right. And judging by the way he moaned from underneath you, he liked it too. 

When you were genuinely sitting on his face, Katsuki began alternating between pushing his tongue in and out of you and drawing figure eights on your clit. You gripped the sheets and bucked your hips back and forth over Katsuki’s face, covering his skin with the hot slick he was getting you to release.

“Ah! Katsu! That feels so good!” 

“Quieter, baby,” he said softly as he lifted your hips. 

“I’m- I’m sorry Katsu, you’re just- agh- so good-” you cut yourself off with another whimper as you felt an orgasm building in your core. 

“Please Katsu, I’m so close, please keep going.”

He picked up the pace a little, focusing only on your clit as he flicked it up and down and drew circles around it. 

“Ah- yes, yes,” you cried out, pulling against the sheets even harder while your back arched and stiffened. You felt your orgasm tear through you, making you cry out Katsuki’s name. He lifted you off his face and sat up, pulling you onto his lap. 

“Fuck, you taste so fucking amazing. You were so good for me,” he said, stroking your hair. 

“But you haven’t…” you trailed off, reaching for the bulge in his boxers. 

“Be patient, baby, I’m gonna fuck you soon.” He lifted you off his lap and moved to the edge of the bed. His calves dangled and his toes grazed the floor. 

“C’mere,” Katsu said, dragging his boxers off. He kicked his legs and let them crumple onto the ground. 

You crawled over to him, and he lifted you up by the waist again with your back facing his chest, slowly lowering you onto his cock. You felt it stretch out your entrance slightly and gripped Katsuki’s thigh, but as he went deeper, the discomfort faded. Finally, he lowered you all the way onto his lap. He paused to let you adjust, but you just wanted him to do something. You could feel his dick twitch inside of you, and you moaned his name, trying to move back and forth. 

“I’ll do it, baby, don’t worry.” He pulled your body up and pushed it down again, making you bounce up and down on his lap. His cock slammed deep inside you with every thrust, and you felt your core tighten with the unrelenting sensation. You could feel the head of his cock brush against you, and each time it hit that sensitive spot inside you, you couldn’t help but press your back into his chest and whimper. After a minute or so, even his heavy breathing in your ear turned into moans. You were facing away from each other, but you desperately wished you could see Katsu’s face. 

“Ah, fuck yes. You’re such a good girl, making daddy feel so good.”

“Katsu, you- you fill me up so well,” you managed to choke out. Katsu started going faster, and you couldn’t help but whine. His arms kept a sturdy grip on your abdomen; you could feel the callouses on his palms rubbing against your skin.

“God, you like that?”

“Yes! It feels so good, daddy!”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, nuzzling his face between your neck and shoulder.

Your moans increased in volume, completely drowning out his, and Katsuki made a shushing noise. “Not too loud, sweetheart. What did I say?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you said softly. Your breathing became heavy and labored. 

“That’s it. Good girl.”    There was a creaking sound from in front of you, and the door swung open. 

“Hey, is everything-” Deku stopped speaking to stare at the two of you, his mouth gaping open. On his left, Todoroki’s eyes went wide. Neither of them made a move to leave. As you mumbled ashamedly and tried to cover your naked body, Katsuki kept fucking you in front of the two men. 

“Fuck, if you’re gonna watch, at least close the door, assholes,” he said in between huffs. 

For a few seconds, they continued to stay still, but Todoroki reached behind him to pull the door closed, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. 

“Fuck, my girl’s so hot you can’t look away, Half-and-Half Bastard?”

Todoroki didn’t respond but you could see a bulge growing in his pants. Next to him, Midoriya was already palming his dick from over his pants. 

“Katsuki,” you whimpered softly, “don’t you think we should stop?”

“Why? They wanna watch, they can watch. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”

“I do, Katsu, just… this is embarrassing.”

“You- you should stop, Bakugo. She doesn’t want to keep going,” Todoroki said. 

“We have a safe word, you vanilla bitch. Anyway, you’re the one making her uncomfortable.” He leaned into your ear and you felt his hot breath brush against your skin. “You really wanna stop, you say it, okay? I know I give you shit but I don’t want you doing anything you don’t wanna do,” he said. 

You nodded your head but didn’t say anything. Katsu chuckled. 

“I knew you were a slut. You hear that, dumbass? She loves being humiliated in front of you.”

You moaned and averted your eyes from the men as your face got even hotter. 

“Stop covering up, baby. Let them see how pretty your body is. Show them why daddy loves fucking you so much.”

You slowly lowered your arms and gripped Katsu’s thighs again. Both Todoroki and Midoriya were flushing a deep shade of red, but neither made a move to leave. In fact, the bulges in their pants had only gotten bigger. 

“Hm, baby, I bet you want them to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Wh-what?” 

“Yeah, I can tell. You can’t stop fucking staring at them, and you haven’t said my name like you did before.”

He stopped bouncing you up and down for a moment and brought his palm down on your ass. You hissed at the sting. 

“Moan for me, baby,” he said sternly, putting both hands on your waist again. He began to thrust deeper than before, picking up the pace. 

“Katsu,” you whimpered, bringing your hand down to play with your clit. “You fit so well inside of me!”

“Yeah I do,” he hissed, continuing the pace. You felt another orgasm build inside of you, and it poured out with a string of moans. You clenched your walls around Katsuki’s cock, and he groaned, biting down on your shoulder. You yelped, but he didn't let go until your walls loosened around him. 

“Good fucking girl,” he said again, licking at the marks he left. “Now for them.”

“What do you mean?” you stuttered nervously. 

“Say their names. Shoto, Izuku. Moan for them. I want you too.”

Taking a shaky breath, you brought your fingers to your clit again and began to rub it up and down. “Ugh,” you whimpered as Katsu continued to fuck you relentlessly. “Izuku… ah…” You began to go faster and moaned even louder than before. “Shoto, ugh that- that feels so good,”

At the sound of you saying their names like that, they could no longer refrain from touching themselves. Without saying a word, both unbuckled their belts and let their cocks spring free as their pants and underwear pooled at their feet. 

“Yeah, you bastards liked that?” Katsu laughed, biting softly on your shoulder again. “Why don’t you come fuck her too? You okay with that, baby?”

“Mhm-hm,” you groaned, unable to form another response. 

“Look at them, m’kay? Who do you want in your mouth? I’m keeping this pussy. The other one will get your ass.”

“Uh,” you quickly looked back and forth between the men, unsure of which to choose. 

“Deku’s dick is thicker,” Katsuki pointed out. “So it might hurt less. Unless you’re into that,” he chuckled. 

Both men looked down self-consciously. 

“Uh, okay. Izuku,” you mumbled.

“M’kay. Fuck her mouth for me, Deku. And you- there’s lube in that drawer.”

Todoroki quickly stepped over to get the lube. 

“Hey- and don’t get any ideas, you hear me? You may fuck her tonight, but she’s still mine.”

Izuku nodded rapidly. “Don’t worry, Kacchan! I wouldn’t even think… wouldn’t even dream about it! I mean you two are obviously together and you’ve already been so generous with this, and-”

“Fuck my mouth, Deku,” you moaned, trying to keep your teeth from chattering as Katsu bounced you up and down on his lap. 

“Hold on, baby, we gotta switch positions first. Don’t want you chomping down on Deku’s fat dick. 

“F-fat?” Izuku stammered. 

Katsu ignored him and stopped moving your hips up and down. You groaned at the loss of friction. 

“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll be even better soon. Get on the floor on your hands and knees for me.”

You did as you were told, waiting for the three men to come closer. 

“You-” Katsuki said to Todoroki, “bend over her.”

“What?”

“You heard me, dumbass. Put your legs around her, bend over, and stick yourself in her asshole.”

You whimpered at the idea. 

“And you. Stand in front and let her suck you,” he said to Izuku. 

“Uh- okay.”

The two men approached you cautiously. Todoroki was the first to act. 

“I’m gonna… put my finger…”

“Yeah, go ahead,” you murmured. 

His lubed up finger slowly entered you from behind as you moaned softly and rocked your hips back and forth. He slowly added another finger, stretching you out more and more. 

“Are you ready now?”

“Mhm” you hummed. 

As Todoroki gently pushed himself inside of you, Izuku stroked your hair and let you take him in your mouth. 

“Move, motherfucker,” Katsu said, pushing Todoroki’s torso forward. He kneeled behind you and resumed where he left off, with his cock inside of you. 

“Mmhph,” you moaned on Deku’s dick, and he inhaled sharply in response. From behind you, Todoroki was going at a slow pace, while Katsu was ramming his hips into yours. It felt so overwhelming, but so good at the same time. You couldn’t stop whimpering onto Izuku’s cock, and the vibrations from the sounds were quickly going to send him over the edge. But before he even came close, Katsuki’s deft fingers began to toy with your clit, and you felt another orgasm rising inside of you. 

“Yes, Katsu, please, I’m going to come,” you attempted to say around Izuku. 

“I can’t quite understand you, but I think I got it,” Kastu said, starting to move his fingers faster. Pleasure erupted from your clit, spreading throughout your entire body as you moaned and whimpered under your boyfriend’s still-moving fingers. Deku grabbed your hair and began to thrust in and out of your mouth, making you gag repeatedly. From behind you, Todoroki began to pick up the pace as well, slamming himself into you. You felt his dick reach places that no one had ever touched before, and you threw yourself onto him in an attempt to get him to go even deeper. After another minute or two, Izuku and Todoroki both began groaning and swearing, grabbing onto your body even tighter than before. 

“Ah- yes, yes, just like that,” Deku moaned, pulling lightly on your hair. “You’re gonna make me cum, fuck.”

“Ah- me too,” Todoroki said, punctuating each word with heavy breaths. 

You felt both of them release into you at the same time, swearing profusely as they did. Hot ropes of cum spurted into your mouth and asshole, and you nearly choked trying to swallow it while Deku was still pushing himself into your mouth. After a few seconds, both of them pulled away from you, covered in sweat and panting. 

For the first time, Katsuki seemed to notice what was going on and stopped moving. 

“Katsu?” you asked meekly. “Is something-”

“You fucking came already?” Katsuki shouted, enraged. He began pulling you into his hips again. “Fuck! I let you join us to show my baby a good time, but you can’t even last five fucking minutes? You’re fucking pathetic.”

He began to go faster as Deku’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Sorry, Kacchan-”

“Don’t apologize to me, you bastard! Apologize to her! You couldn’t have even lasted a few more minutes? I’ve been fucking her for twenty. Assholes. She’s come three times today. There are three of us here. Wanna know how many times you two made her come?”

He paused angrily and huffed. 

“Zero! Zero fucking times! You two used her like that and didn’t even make her come? You should be fucking ashamed of yourselves.”

You started to moan again. “Katsuki- daddy- please, you feel so good. I’m sorry you- haven’t even cum yet.”

“Mhm, don’t worry baby,” he said softly. “It’s gonna be soon, now.”

He paused for a moment. “Hey! Deku! Half-and-Half Bastard! Look at her! You see how she’s a whimpering mess for me? This-” he pinched your clit, making you cry out his name. “-is what you bastards can’t do. This-” he thrust into you particularly hard. “-is why I’m allowed to call her a slut and a whore, understand? I’m not some half-assed bitch who can’t even make a girl cum and only lasts a few minutes. This is what she wants, and I’m able to give it to her. She gets what he wants, and I get to tell her how much of a whore she is for wanting it. I thought you would be able to give her that, too! You’re supposed to be strong and tough and shit, and then you pull this?”

You were a moaning mess, barely even able to move. You felt a fourth orgasm clutch at your clit again. Even the pleasure was painful, in a way, and you felt your legs trembling. 

“Katsu,” you whimpered. 

“I know, baby, I’m so close.” He turned his attention to the men. “I thought I told you to fucking apologize!”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” both Deku and Todoroki said hurriedly. 

“You two wanna watch a real man cum?”

They both stayed silent, and Katsuki took their lack of response as a yes. 

He picked up the pace again, stroking your hair and face with one hand and gripping onto your hips with the other. “You take me so well, baby. You’re such a good girl. Do you want daddy to cum?”

“Yes please,” you murmured, unable to speak any louder. 

“I’m so close, baby, just hold on a little longer, okay? You’ve been so good today.”

“O-okay,” you said. 

Katsuki continued to moan and grunt from behind you, occasionally pausing to plant a kiss on your lower back. 

“Fuck- fuck, I’m so close,” he moaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Ah- fuck- baby, finish me in your mouth.”

You quickly turned around and began to suck on Katsu’s cock, bobbing your head up and down and he guided you. 

“Ah yeah, that’s it. Just a little faster, baby.”

You obliged and pushed away the suffocating feeling you were getting from having him so deep in your mouth. He was close, you reminded yourself. 

“Fuck yes, fuck!” Katsuki yelled as thick lines of his cum erupted from his dick. “Fuck yeah, swallow daddy’s load.” 

You swallowed and eagerly opened your mouth to show him it was gone. 

“Tastes that good, huh?” he laughed, stroking your hair. “You’re so pretty when I fuck you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you said, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment again.

Todoroki cleared his throat from the other end of the room. You saw fury flash through Katsu’s eyes again as he pulled on his boxers and tossed you his shirt to cover up with. 

“You bastards don’t know how to treat a girl, do you? You think I’m going to neglect my girlfriend after all of that to talk to you idiots? You can see yourselves out if you’re uncomfortable, unless you need daddy to do it for you?” he mocked, glowering at them.   

Todoroki’s face went bright red. “I-I- uh-”

“Get the fuck out of my room.” 

Deku and Todoroki stepped gingerly into the hallway, casting a scared glance back at Katsu before walking away to their respective rooms. 

Kastuski kneeled down next to you and began to stroke your hair again. “I’m sorry I yelled like that,” he said quietly. “I really am, I just- those assholes-”

“It’s okay, babe,” you said, wrapping him in your arms. He kissed the top of your head softly. “Katsuki?”

“What is it, darling?”

“That was fun, but… I’m glad they’re gone.”

Katsu laughed and kissed you again, this time sloppily on the lips. “I agree, baby.”

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Professing True Joy 

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Psalm 65:3 Though we are overwhelmed by our sins, you forgive them all.

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VERSE OF THE DAY 

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+ Titus 1:16 Such people claim they know God, but they deny him by the way they live. They are detestable and disobedient, worthless for doing anything good.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM PROFESSING JESUS

I AM PROFESSING JOY FROM HIM 

I AM SAVED

I AM FREE 

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READ TIME: 7 Mintues & 47 Seconds

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  Sometimes, the way we live our lives can make others assume we aren’t Christian, when we are fussing, angry , full of bitterness, the list goes on, and sometimes you hear people say I am a Christian. It is hard to believe because we aren't supposed to judge others , but when that person or ourselves doesn’t carry our sleeves in a way that makes it seem like we know Jesus. Still, sometimes, we can tell who knows God by their actions and how they carry their selves. I know some people who confess they are the lords right now, but how they handle problems doesn’t say it. We can't judge or criticize. We must pray. That’s all we can do. 

  1 John 2:4 Whoever says “I know him” but does not keep his commandments is a liar, and the truth is not in him,

  It tells us that we are liars if we say we know him but don’t keep his commandments; God wants us to hear him when he speaks. He wants us to walk in his light and not in the flesh. When we see what others do, we can say well, this person does it. I want to live my life like him. We should live in his calling daily, free from sin and wickedness. We have a choice every day to live the way he wants, but sometimes we pick the other way because we assume it's easier to live in darkness, but we can't live this way and say we know the lord.

  Isiah 29:13 And the Lord said: “Because this people draw near with their mouth and honor me with their lips, while their hearts are far from me, and their fear of me is a commandment taught by men,

 We must understand that we can draw near him all we want. Still, if we aren’t honoring with our lips, it immediately shows our heart is far from him, and many of us fear what others think of us. We do things based on how everyone views us when we must live our lives thinking, will this make God happy? Will this draw me closer to Christ because he is the one we must please, not our family or friends, but him alone?  

    I spent most of my life making sure I make others happy, and when I gave my life to God, he's all that matters to me because if he doesn’t like what I'm doing, I need to draw to him to see what he wants ,and how do we draw to him with our hearts, and we wait on him to speak to us. What is he saying to you about your life? Is your life filled with trying to please Him or is it trying to make others happy? What's in our hearts and how we live our lives; we choose where we go.

  Romans 1:28 And since they did not see fit to acknowledge God, God gave them up to a debased mind to do what ought not to be done

  God will give us up to a debased mind if we continue to go against the truth and know what that truth is; the truth is God is life; without him we don’t have a life, we have emptiness. I have felt emptiness, and I don’t want to go back there because God is my strength. A debased mind is a mind that is given up to do what it wants when it wants; it's someone that is lost from anything that's of God, and once this happens, this person is bonded by their own decisions. 

  What makes you happy? What feels you with joy ? is it pleasing God; a lot of us don’t want to please God because we aren't ready for that kind of commitment; being in a true relationship with God takes true commitment, and the world isn't ready because they want to go and do what they feel is right in their heart, what is in your heart we talked about this a few weekends ago but today we must ask this question every day. 

  Titus 1:16 They profess to know God, but they deny him by their works. They are detestable, disobedient, unfit for any good work.

   What do we profess? Is it God? If so, do our actions say this or cuss and fuss? God wants us to profess and show it through our actions. No, this isn't saying he wants us to be pushed over, but he wants us to have peace with all men. Do you try to do that? Do you try to love your neighbor as you love yourself? This is hard to do, but every day, we aim to get closer to God, profess our new life in him, and do as he command. It can be the most minor thing, but our walk must be synced with our words. 

 Jeremiah 9:6 Heaping oppression upon oppression, and deceit upon deceit, they refuse to know me, declares the Lord

  People, whether be oppressed, depressed, or angry, and deal with strongholds than to profess the truth of God; they live in their sinfulness and then confess what they are doing is wrong; happiness will be paid with a price, sometimes being in our mess can cause us to be the most unhappy, but we don’t see it because the enemy has us blind. The enemy had me blind in this way. I thought everything I was doing was solid, but it wasn’t it was the worst state I have ever been in, but because I wasn't walking in the truth, I was too busy trying to be happy than to be filled with him.

  ***Today, we learned about professing, and when we profess the name of God, we have to confess him too; we have to realize that sometimes the way we live isn't in the truth of God; we might think it is, but we can't be walking in our truth, and his we must pick which way we want to walk and walk in it, what way are you walking in ??

    Romans 1:24 Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity, to the dishonoring of their bodies among themselves,

  What is in your heart this year? God is speaking so much to us, and the number 1 thing he is saying to us is to search our hearts, allow him to guide us, and allow his love to be what we need and not people; people will come and go. I can remember having a bunch of friends or associates, but when I told them I was a Christian or that I was walking in a new way, they all disappeared; they wouldn't speak to me, they wouldn't converse, and once I see that's how they are I stay clear of them, and focus on God we must learn to focus on God and not people. God is waiting; give him your heart today. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for another day; we ask you to help us to understand what you are saying to us today, lord; help us not to go astray, but help us to hear you when you speak, lord help us to profess you and only you, lord allow our happiness to be replaced with joy from you, lord forgive us of the sins we have done, we give you everything in Jesus Name Amen.

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REFERENCES 

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+Acts 14:16 In past generations, he allowed all the nations to walk in their ways.

 

+Matthew 15:14 Let them alone; they are blind guides. And if the blind lead the blind, both will fall into a pit.”

 

+ 1 Thessalonians 4:4 that each one of you knows how to control his own body in holiness and honor,

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FURTHER READINGS 

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 Proverbs 9

Matthew 7

Exodus 10

Jude 1

Psalm 19

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[funkymbtifiction]

Hey, Charity! Could I be an ENP? Or am I overestimating my Ne? If it helps, I’m either an enneagram 9 or a 6 - leaning towards 6, tho. Thanks :)

I’m not indecisive, but I like to keep my options open. If something better show up, I won’t mind leaving things behind, even if they’re unfinished. I like to “feel” that I’m choosing the right thing, though, since I’m afraid of making mistakes. Does my anxiety makes me second guess my feelings? Yes. I’m either right about things or completely wrong, no in between. I don’t consider myself a doer, thinking about things is usually enough for me. I hate to be alone with my thoughts and I’d rather have someone to discuss them with. If I like a certain subject, I’ll enjoy discussing everything there’s to know about it with my friends. I easily classify things as good/bad and have to push myself to see the tones of grey. I’ll defend what I believe in if I think it’s worth it to do so. I’d say that I’m somewhat “me” focused, since I’m constantly aware of my emotional state, focused on figuring my identity out and may act like my feelings are the most important thing in the room. My logic is internal. I draw conclusions by myself and then compare them to external facts to decide what’s true or not. Do I think about the future? Yes and No. I like to idealize the future, feeding my brain with possible scenarios that’d be fun if they became true. But my decisions are made based on what I’m feeling at the present. I don’t think “oh, this will fit perfectly with my 10 year life plan.” I’d rather go with the flow than planning for years ahead. I only make short term plans (a few days from now maybe). At my worst, I become a hypochondriac and a worrywart. I’m suddenly afraid that I won’t be able to “live” anymore if something bad happens to me. When I feel this way, I need to push myself outside and do things to keep me distracted. Stay at home dwelling and worrying may be tempting, but won’t do me any good.

Contradictory traits: I’m seen as the “responsible one” in my friend group, since I’m the one who usually reminds people things like “we should leave now, otherwise we’re gonna be late and x is counting on us”. I wouldn’t say that I like to control people, but sometimes I feel the need to push them to avoid problems. My family constantly mentions how much I’m alike my STJ father. Both of us are organized, methodical, realiable and a little bit too blunt with our words. My ENFP friend and I constantly discuss about my type and she doesn’t think I’m idealistic enough to have high Ne. She has these big and unchangeable goals ever since she was a teenager and she hates when other people come around to explain how “reality” works. Meanwhile, I’ve changed my mind dozens of times about my future, having tons of ideas I’ve never followed through. I also like to consider new povs, especially when the advice comes from people I respect. A little bit of realism won’t hurt, it’ll only mean that I’ll be prepared for what’s ahead.

You sound like an ENFP, yes. You give good arguments for Ne, Fi, weak Te, and nominal Si (not finishing things, abandoning them, changing your mind and dreams all the time, being blunt and fearful of stagnation). But... that your “ENFP” friend has had “big and unchangeable goals” since she was a teenager probably rules out Ne-dom for her. It sounds more like a judging type or Ni in her stack (NJ). Ne is as you describe it -- always changing, always pursuing what’s interesting in the moment, rarely sticking to one dream for your life, starting in on things and losing interest and abandoning them. You have the Ne, lol.

[yesimwriting]

The Promise of Rain

A/n finally writing that Kaz Brekker x reader angsty-fluff where the reader is all sunshine-y and Kaz is dramatic as always lol 

Might make this a blurb series bc i like this dynamic so much lol

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sunshine-y reader 

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Kaz has a conversation with the reader (who’s a runaway princess) about what happens to people who stay near him. 

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He once said that he didn’t believe in Saints. A moment later he conceded that perhaps they existed in order to appease Inej, but he was quick to tact on that if Saints existed they didn’t care about him. Inej and I had exchanged a look, she pleaded with me in silence to let him be. I opened my mouth despite the look in her eyes, but he had walked away before I could get any words out. 

He believes that the Saints don’t care about him, but as soon as he was dragged in by Jesper, bleeding and more broken than usual, it had started to rain. The rain is a promise. The rain is a sign that he will wake up. 

I tap a finger against the forgotten book on my lap, ignoring the dried blood I’ve been too anxious to wash off. When Kaz wakes up he’ll either scold me or partially tease me for waiting here by his bedside. The rain continues, cascading down invisible hope. 

“Save your prayers, even for you the Saints won’t regard me.” Kaz. His voice is raspier than it should be and his slight condescension is blighted by the tired flatness of it. But it’s him. He’s speaking. 

I tear my gaze away from the window, almost forgetting to tamper down my relief before finally looking at him. I haven’t known him long enough to see him in any level of defeat, but I’ve heard enough stories. The fictional exaggeration of those that fear him have made him seem so immortal. Some part of me must have internalized that because to see him like this, to see him so human is too intimate. 

“Don’t be so narcissistic.” Something about Kaz always leaves me feeling challenged, like each comment is some kind of dare. I adjust my posture. “I wasn’t praying because I knew you’d be okay.” 

His expression is unchanging. “So much faith in me?” 

There’s a soft edge to his words, an attempt to twist some kind of awkward denial out of me. Some days I don’t think Kaz enjoys anything and then other days I think he enjoys any misstep in my words. 

I shrug, pushing down the flood of relief still attempting to crawl out of my chest. “You’re always okay.” I scratch the back of my wrist idly. “It seems the safe bet.” 

“Don’t tell me you’ve been taking gambling advice from Jesper.” 

I half roll my eyes. “No--Jesper and I don’t play together anymore.” I let out an easy sigh. “Last time I beat him he bordered on a hissy fit.” There’s the slightest hint of upturning at the corners of his lips. “I should go tell Jesper and Inej you’re awake.” 

“I think you should change out of that dress first.”

He was more likable when I thought he might die at any second. “Wow--Kaz Brekker the professional stylist.” He has no right to judge the formal gown I’m in. Yes, my outfit is ridiculous, but I’m only wearing it because the Crows needed someone they knew at a merchant’s party for a part of some scheme they wouldn’t share the details of with me. “Yes, I’m aware that this dress is more tulle than anything else, but I’m only wearing it because I was helping you.” 

I wait for some retort about how he could have managed without my assistance or some kind of comment about how I didn’t need such a large dress to flirt and distract the guards as the Crows snuck into the merchant’s private office. “You fit in there more than you said you would.” 

From anyone else, I’d consider this an insult. “I was making an effort for the sake of your plans.” 

“I saw you before I went into the office, you knew the dances, the man took your hand.” 

That’s the weirdest observation I’ve ever witnessed someone reflect on. “That’s how those dances tend to work.” I don’t hide the confusion in my expression. “How much blood did you lose?” 

Kaz’s piercing gaze drops to the blanket on his lap. “Not a concerning amount.”

“Why do I feel like we have different definitions of ‘concerning’?” 

His eyes flit upwards, a partial smirk playing at his lips. “We define a lot of things differently.” He pauses, “You defined the life you slipped into so easily tonight as something you could never do.” 

“I can’t.” What is his problem? ��One dance is different than an eternity of planning teas and marrying some man who only keeps me so I can rear his children.” 

“You’d end up marrying someone who could give you things.”

He better not be implying I should be having children. I’m seriously starting to hope he did lose a significant amount of blood because that would be some kind of explanation. “I don’t want anyone to be giving me children right now, but I guess your concern is ni--”

“No, no,” he screws his eyes shut for a long second, “You know what I meant.” I stay silent. “You’re technically a princess, y/n, you could have more than the Barrel.” There’s an odd silence as he pauses. “Someone like you should have more than the Barrel.” 

He speaks like his word is law. That’s the one habit of his I can never seem to forgive. Is Kaz telling me to go home? To go back to a mother who dreams of marrying me off and a father with a temper that often leads to violence? He may be Dirtyhands, but he is no one to tell me who to go back to. Not after I risked my anonymity to get him into that merchant’s office. 

I shut my book and stand in one swift motion. “I’m going to tell Jesper and Inej that you’re awake.”

“Y/n.” I ignore him. “Y/n.” Again, I ignore him, approaching the doorway. The rustling of sheets leaves me frozen, hand on the doorknob. “Y/n.” 

Without thinking, I turn on my heels while glaring. There’s no way he’s proud enough to have climbed out of bed wi--and he’s standing. Standing almost directly behind me. 

“Kaz Brekker, I am going to say this one time and one time only.” I keep my words measured and my tone flat. No room for argument. “You just had nine stitches put in near your heart, get your ass back in bed before that is no longer your only injury.” 

He pauses, lips pressed together into a tight white line. And then his mouth opens, pried open by an oddly light sound. Did he just--Did Kaz Brekker just laugh? He doesn’t laugh. I didn’t think he was physically capable, and now he laughs while I’m threatening him? I should hit him on principle alone and damn the consequences. 

“Did you--” I’m gaping at him with a rage I am not accustomed to. “Did you just laugh?” 

Kaz is quick to shut his mouth. “You did swear you’d get me to laugh one day.” 

Saints--now he chooses to have some kind of sense of humor. “Not while I was threatening you for being an idiot after saying my lineage means that I’m meant to be trapped in the life I desire least.” 

“I didn’t say that.” I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t deserve more than this because of your family, you deserve more than this because--” He cuts himself off with a sharp sigh. “Do you remember what happened the day we met?” 

He had wanted to return me to my father for the money. I had managed to convince him I could be more useful working for him without profit. The first day had been tense, I had sworn to myself that I would hate him forever. 

“I remember really hating you.” I remember thinking him beautiful despite his darkness. “I remember it started raining on our way here.” 

“You had a hood, but you pushed it off your head to feel the rain.” I don’t remember that because indulging in the rain is instinctual to me. “You looked at the rain, and you smiled--and then you saw a woman with a child and you took off your hood and gave it to them.” 

“What does that have to d--” 

“Watching that felt like intruding on an intimate moment I had no business knowing about, but it wasn’t that to you. That moment was nothing to you because that moment was who you are.” 

I don’t understand what he sees in something I can barely remember. “Kaz, what does that have to do with anything?” 

“I’m the monster that children believe live under their beds, I’m the bastard of the Barrel, I’m someone who gets blood on everything near them.” His gaze is harsher than I’ve ever seen it as he focuses on the dried blood splotched across my hands and arms. “And then I can’t even help you wash it off.” 

Those last words are the closest to broken I’ve ever heard him sound. “Kaz--”

“And you’re the girl who looks at the rain like it’s a gift from the Saints.” 

Is he implying what I think he’s implying? Even if I believed him such a source of evil, even if I felt like touch mattered that much--why would he care? I keep the much more frightening implication at bay as I exhale. Clarity will only make this conversation worse. “That doesn’t matter.” The words leave me in a low whisper. 

I stare at the ground until his silence is something I can no longer bear. Looking up as cautiously as possible, I take in his expression. I’ve never seen him look so--so enraged. “It doesn’t matter?!” He doesn’t bother hiding the fact that he’s practically seething. “I’ve viewed your presence here as temporary since you first came and despite that, when I saw you there…” The breath he lets out is practically pained. “When I saw what your life is meant to be--I didn’t want you to go.” 

The admission breaks something hard in my chest. “I never wanted to go.” My eyeline drops to the ground. “I didn’t want to go when you were trying to make me, I didn’t want to go when it was only for that evening.” I swallow a lump of emotion restricting my throat. “When you were bleeding out and Jesper had to carry you back here I let myself imagine what it’d be like if you died. And it hurt. It hurt so badly I asked myself if I would rather never know you than feel that pain.” 

“Would you?” His voice has gone hollow. 

I finally look up again. “No.” That word leaves me more bare than any physical touch ever could. 

“I stain everything that stays with me,” his voice has seamlessly shifted back to a tone meant for business, “Me wanting you to stay is more than enough reason for you to leave.”

My chest aches as emotions I’ll never be able to place a name to pound against my chest. “I’m a princess that ran away from her family and tried to befriend her kidnapper--you can’t possibly be narcissistic enough to believe that you’re what’s corrupted me.” 

“Y/n,” his voice is gravely again, the way it was when he first woke up. 

“No. What could you possibly think I’d say to that?” He’s insane--I’m not even sure I understand what he’s implying. “You know I’ll never agree with what you’re saying, so I have no idea what kind of reaction you’re looking for.”

“Maybe a genuine one.” 

The comment is so frustrating I can’t help but roll my eyes. The irony of Kaz Brekker asking for a genuine reaction to an emotionally heavy comment is almost laughable. “My genuine reaction is that you’re acting like an idiot because I don’t agree with anything you’re saying, but calling someone an idiot after they’ve been stabbed in the chest is a little insensitive so I can’t give you my genuine reaction.”

Kaz half-scoffs, “You don’t agree? Y/n--are you hearing me!? I want--I want you to stay.” Even angry, the admission warms me. He lets out a frustrated sigh. “More than that I want--” 

“What?” 

He shakes his head once. “I want something that can never be because I can’t give what needs to be given to get it.” 

“Kaz, if it involves me staying you don’t need to give anything for that because I don’t want to go.” 

“I-want-you-to-stay-with-me.” The admission is pried from him by some invisible force. He speaks so fiercely the sentence comes out as one angry word. 

He speaks so quickly a part of me is convinced that I misheard him. I watch him as he moves back to the bed, sitting down in a way so resigned I wonder if I blurted something out on instinct. 

“Kaz,” this is embarrassing, “I wanted to stay with you even when I wanted to hate you.”

I take in his measured expression, the only thing implying any kind of reaction is the way his eyebrows draw together. “Don’t say that, you don’t understand what that means.” 

“Why? Because you’re convinced you’ll ruin me?” 

“Y/n, we’d be together with a wall between us, keeping us from ever touching.” 

“I will tolerate any amount of damage you’re so convinced staying with you will bring, I will stay with you and never touch you and think nothing of it--but I will not stay with you just to stand in front of a wall.” I let out a tired breath. “I will stay with you but my one condition will be that you have to let me know you.” 

Kaz’s intense gaze wavers. “The first thing you’ll know is that me allowing you to stay is a testament to my greed.” 

I give him a sharp look, “It’s not greed if I want to be here.” 

He half sighs, leaning against a pillow as he turns to look out the window. “It’s raining,” he muses, “The Saints must have done that for you.” 

The sentiment is so soft my heart feels like it’s constricting. “I thought you didn’t believe in the Saints.” 

“If they exist, they do so for people like you.” 

I push past the emotion in my chest as I move to sit in the same chair I was in earlier. “I was honest when I said I didn’t pray for you.” I scratch the back of my arm, a coldness passing over me. “I didn’t pray because I knew you would be okay because you had to be.” 

“They wouldn’t have saved me,” he mumbles, “Or maybe they would have for you.” 

I shake my head once, staring at the rain with more fascination than before. 

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[volterran-wine]

The Written Word || Caius & Felix (HC)

Requested by @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx : "Hi! Could i please get headcanons for Caius and Felix with an human mate who is a librarian? It's my job and i really love it , so I would like to know their thoughts about it, if they somehow get invested with their mate's work by reading stuff and such ... Merci !!"

Good to see a familiar face in my request pile once more, how have you been? You are a librarian? that is truly exciting! Oh to be surrounded by books all day... though I know that is not all that you do; but I can dream about working in an old grand library can I not? I hope these headcanons are to your liking dear.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

For anyone who is curious; Volterra's library looks like this.

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬

Now, our dear Caius has lived a long time. And while he does not share the same form of collector mania that Aro has he does have quite a nice collection of literature in his personal quarters. In fact some of the rarer and one of a kind texts only exist there, the king too careful to let the sacred tomes lay around the library. This personal collection would be the first thing he would show his soon to be mate, wanting to find something to bond over as soon as possible; it was a great success.

Caius would gladly receive book recommendations, curious to see what sort of talent could be found among the humans these days. He is not fond of absolutely everything he is told to read, some of the books actually ended up concerning him quite a bit; but some of them he rather liked. In the end a new bookcase would be installed besides his older collection, this one filled with more modern recommendations from his mate.

While Caius’ personal library was impressive he figured it was only right that he show his significant other their greater collection. One Sunday afternoon the two of them walked into the massive library hand in hand. For a brief second Caius was concerned, for his soon to be mate had stilled completely; staring at their collection of books with wide eyes. A gentle squeeze to their hand brought them out of their initial shock, and before Caius knew any better he had his mate throw their arms around hid neck; squeezing him tightly while gushing about what a wonderful place he had brought them to.

Caius would secure a position for his mate after their transformation, making sure they could spend their vampiric life doing something they loved in their human one.

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When he found his mate Felix had been ecstatic, overcome with overwhelming joy at finally finding his mate after waiting for so many years. And judging by their interests, they would fit in quite splendidly. The Palazzo was filled with vampires who were fond of literature of all genres.

Sadly, Felix does not have a lot of time to read himself; nor does he have a massive book collection in his quarters. He leaves that obsession up to his dear friend Demetri, that being said; he naturally takes an interest in whatever his significant other would be interested in. It was quite disheartening for Felix to know his mate would have to give up their passion at some point... choosing him meant letting go of their human life.

One morning Felix had been able to take some time off in order to bond with his mate, he had led them down many a corridor before insisting to cover their eyes with his hands. Leaning down and leaving a light kiss against their hair, unable to hold back low chuckles as his soon to be mate let out a noise of frustration. To spare them from further annoyance he made sure to get them to the library as quickly as he could.

The absolute joy that was reflecting in their eyes when he removed his hands almost made Felix want to cry. From then on he would make sure that their evening alone would be spent in a library, sometimes he would simply enjoy watching his mate engrossed in the age old books, other times he would gladly read to them as they leaned into his chest. In the end, Felix found a greater appreciation for literature because of his significant other.