#WONDERFUL job anon i literally got mad answering this that's how good this ask was

[a-flickering-soul]

Are we just going to ignore that the flashback after the credits of Goncharov 1973 implied that Katja and Sofia came from the same orphanage before Katja was adopted into a wealthy family? And no "Sofia is literally what Katja could've been." is not the point I'm trying to make here. I’m sorry but if you ship Katja/Sofia, please realize that it’s incest. Bad and wrong! You are shipping two (probably) foster sisters together, one if them being adopted and the other not knowing doesn't stop the fact they are sisters. I don't care if they aren't biologically related. It's fucking weird. It's also weird how people ship any girls that interact together, just because two gals don't hate each other's guts and they interact somewhat positively doesn’t mean they are in love with each other or want to fuck. Also in some cultures it's normal to kiss each other platonically on the mouth! If you ship Sofia/Katja you are actually xenophobic and acephobic and ableist! If you want positive gay rep goncharov x andrej is RIGHT THERE!

Okay, there's a lot here. Let's unpack all of. this. together, right now.

First off, your argument that Katja/Sofia is pseudo-incest because they came from the same orphanage is so far beyond false equivalencies that it's nonsensical entirely. If you think simply because two children are raised close to each other, their relationship is incest, you are so far beyond "out of touch" that you're on the moon. For god's sake, wait till you learn about schools.

Second off, it is hilarious that you are telling ME that it's weird people ship any girls that look at each other for longer than a second because first off, I did my fucking time as a femslash shipper (AND closeted lesbian, might I add) in the 2010s media landscape. It is my god-given right to sexualize looks between women. Second off, you reducing Katja and Sofia's dynamic to "girls that interact together and don't hate each other's guts" you are so WRONG worstie you are so incredibly wrong because like....when Sofia tells Katja "I know you as intimately as my blood knows the curves of my heart"? Whe Katja lied to Goncharov about having a lighter on her but she pulled one out of her pocket for Sofia? I literally have to laugh. If a man and a woman did this, it would be read as romantic from the start. Just because it's two women doesn't make it any less romantic, and frankly it says a lot about you immediately desexualizing and de-eroticizing the very homoerotic interactions between two women than it does about me.

Finally. FINALLY. The absolutely hilarious statement you made that "If you want positive gay rep goncharov x andrej is RIGHT THERE!" POSITIVE GAY REP GONCHAROV/ANDREJ? THE TWO MEN THAT SWORE A BLOOD OATH TO DIE TOGETHER? THE TWO MEN THAT HAD A WHOLE ANCHOVY SCENE? THESE TWO MORALLY GRAY ASSHOLES OF GUYS?? Ohhhh yeah. Yeah. If that's the ship you're calling your sweet little sunshine babies or whatever the fuck, just watch Teletubbies or something, because clearly you aren't equipped with the critical thinking skills OR sexy, sexy sulci you need to understand Katja/Sofia. I rest my fucking case.

[0asisbliss]

A little headcanon of mine is that it was Kurapika who mentored their kid (except Shizuku) in Nen, while they were in jail. And that's probably how Mai/Haruto/Hana learned what horrors the Phantom Troupe did.

Warnings: Reader is still suffering from has Stockholm syndrome in Pakunoda’s part. NOT PROOFREAD. Sorry for any spelling errors..

A/n:SO SORRY FOR THIS LATE ASS RESPONSE ILY SO MUCH ANON. Literally it was you when I needed to have some inspiration to write, and you were always requesting things and I appreciate it so much.♥️♥️♥️

Pakunoda:

Hana was always alone during her childhood. With one parent being half crazy, and the other being somewhere you told her at a young age her mom was somewhere at a place of confinement. She played outside most of her childhood. Even with not friends or peers around her she pretty much taught herself how to be a decent person. Her mother was always unstable when it came to her.

Her mother taught her before she left to be diligent. Her mother wasn’t always absent either. She was there part time before she was imprisoned. Hana waited, and waited for her mother to come back, but she never did. Hana got tired of waiting after turning fifteen. She learned about being a hunter from off of a magazine. She trained and trained doing her best to stay diligent like her mother always taught her to be.

Once finally taking the hunter exam it wasn’t as hard as Hana thought it to be. After the exam she thought she had it all figured out of course. At the age of 17 she thought she had it figured I mean she had her license she had everything she needed. Right? No. She immediately got turned around after applying for a huntress job. They told her to come back with the special gift. What did they mean by that? They didn’t even elaborate.

She asked her you for help, and assistance in figuring out what they really meant.

“Nen Hana.” You told blankly staring in to space.

“Nen? What’s Nen?” She asked full of curiosity.

“It’s hard to explain. You must find someone to help you on that journey.”

You always said something like this when it came to you helping her. You wanted to guide her, but you were afraid you would always do it wrong.

Hana searched for the one person you told her to find. Even though you didn’t give her many details it was enough to keep her guessing, and searching for the right person.

Until she found him. Kurapika Kurta was a man of his word, and a tough nut to crack. After enough begging she got him to train her, teach her right from wrong, and most importantly who a good person is and what they would do. So now all Hana viewed her mother as was a villain.

Machi:

Mai was very alone. She had no friends, but she had you. In your opinion that’s all she needed. She reminded you so much of Machi. She looked just like her mother almost. So you kept for yourself spoiling her, but also letting her fend for herself to teach her the importance of understanding what being alone meant.

Mai was always wondering were her mother might’ve went. Even with the unconditional love of you, she craved the love, and warmth she remembers from her mother.

She learned of becoming Hunter from you. You thought that maybe if she found out about her mother herself she wouldn’t be as mad or angry about if you would’ve told her.

Mai took the exam with out training, and zero experience. To your surprise she passed with flying colors. Going to get a huntress job Mai came to some conclusion that she wasn’t really wanted. She wonder what she might’ve wanted when they rejected her. They told her come back when she’s learned it. She didn’t exactly know what it was.

When she got home she wandered what exactly it meant still. She thought, and thought. Nothing came up, but when she finally asked you, you gave her a very clear answer.

“Nen sweetheart.”

“Nen? What’s that?”

“Remember when your mother used to go “magic” ?”

“I always wondered how she would lift things with using her hands, I just thought she was doing with her hand and I was just too naive to notice.” She said wondering where you were going with this conversation.

“No she knew how to use nen well. You must find someone who uses it, and can teach you.”

After a long conversation with you Mai was off to find this person. Unlike Hana she didn’t go out asking people all willy-nilly. She searched in the right places with your help.

Not long after she found Kurapika Kurta. Who at first ignored her whole existence. Before mentioning her mother’s name that is. Now Kurapika was more than interested. He would be the one to teach her everything.





[monaisdark]

AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

[levisgirll]

Hey ~ I really love ur blog! U just bring a soft side of Levi that's so cute. Could u do a hc/scenario of how would Levi look after his crush during expeditions, please?

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

→ Text: Hello there anon! Thank you for your message and request <3 I really love this idea and I would be glad to write this out for you! Sorry this took awhile but I hope you see this and you enjoy it <3 also thank you for letting me know! that was my aim, and I really love soft Levi cause I believe this side of him will show when he is around his crush or with his s/o  🥺 ♡♡♡

Synopsis: Ever since you started going to expeditions, Levi has been quite different and showed a different side of him which not only surprised Y/N but himself too. He has become more considerate, attentive, sympathetic (during the nights before an expedition) and rather straightforward whenever he wanted to be serious with you and say his point (might come out as harsh or him being concerned). He started doing this all since he was secretly looking after Y/N, who is his crush! So, find out how he does that!

cute fluff, aot world, random headcanons scenario/imagine ♡ —

First thing you notice when you have started to go on expeditions is that Levi has been keeping his eyes on you. Always watching you, and focuses every detail on you especially out of everyone in the scouts. So, expect all eyes on you from him!

You found it first a bit odd how it was just you, and whenever you try and go near him or talk to Levi while he is staring at you. He would hesitate, and just walk away, trying to avoid you if you wanted to have a conversation.

That's cause, he knows himself really well that he will start stuttering. And, that's also when Levi noticed that Y/N is actually his crush. He did not want to admit it though to himself, he was also confused with how he felt towards you. It was an odd feeling and hard for him to control.

But, one day during an expedition, you fell from a tree branch as the hook from your ODM gear was fractured and causing you not to be balanced. Levi froze, and he felt like the whole world stopped when he saw your body, on the ground, how your head was bleeding, and when he tried to go near you and call you out while holding your body, you were unconscious. He thought he lost his chance, his sunshine and source of happiness. Losing his chance to spend more time with you, show you that he really did love you even though you seemed to never know. And that was when he knew that you were the person he loved and cherished.

As soon as you went back to the walls and Levi taking you to the infirmary, he waited by your side the whole time. Wishing you would wake up sooner, but he has patience, to wait for the person he loved.

Once you were awake, he quickly got up, and you were shocked how none other than Captain Levi, who you really looked up to and liked a lot, was right by your side! 

“Hey, You okay?” Was the first thing he said after breaking the silence between the both of you. How you both gave each other glances that filled with love, and how he stared at your beautiful eyes that sparkled. He missed seeing your face, your eyes that finally opened and your expressions. “Y-Yea, Just a bit dizzy.”

“Idiot, why are you so careless? You should have checked your ODM gear. What a reckless move, brat.” He said while looking away, avoiding his eye contact with you now. If someone else heard that, it would have seem like he was being strict with you. But, after Y/N hearing his words, their eyes would widen and be quite surprised at how Levi said this to them. His tone had a bit of concern and worry for Y/N instead and even though the words were a bit harsh, he won’t mean it in that way and he would only say this to someone he would care a lot and cherish. This left Y/N a blushing mess and felt their heart speaking a beat, how someone, especially Levi, cared for them and noticing them. 

Levi does not ever want to see you again in the infirmary, being hurt, and bandaged up, so he now promised to himself that he would look after Y/N during expeditions especially.

If Y/N somehow twisted their ankle, or their leg/knee would hurt. Expect Levi to actually pick you up or giving you his arm and shoulder for support for standing and walking. He would do these small things and offer his help to you quickly if he saw you struggle. He would later on lecture you how you should have asked his help. “Brat, I told you to ask for my help if you ever got hurt didn’t I? So, Why.” Levi said after helping you sitting you down on a bench, and looking at you for an answer. ‘Easier said than done.’ You would think and blush a bit, you always seemed to held back whenever you though of asking Levi for help. That’s cause, you felt quite shy and nervous whenever approaching the great strong captain solider that everyone talks about! “Hey. From now on, come to me for help. Alright?” He would say after giving you a pat on your shoulder. Even thought he liked you a lot, he actually really cared for you and would actually be happy if you did end up asking for his help, that would boost his ego and he would literally do it right away.

Whenever the scouts took breaks as they moved forward in the formations during an expedition. Levi would look for you, for Y/N only, and when he finds them, he would go on and telling them if they made sure they were alright and reminding them if they had their things. He would also ask if they were feeling alright and if they were too afraid after seeing so many titans. Levi would reassure them that he would be there by their side to support them and whenever Y/N heard that, it would be heartwarming, and this made them move on with their mission.

Whenever Y/N was shaken up after seeing a titan eating their comrades, or their comrades dying before their eyes, or experiencing something unpleasant. Levi would notice that quickly and he would observe how it would make Y/N feel shocked and upset, unable to think calmly and clearly. Levi would approach his crush and comfort them that things would be fine. And, Levi would definitely then allow their crush (who they are the only people who can do that) to hug him as they leave their face in his shoulder, and if they needed to cry, he would be there for that too and comfort you in his own way hugging you back tightly and ruffling their hair to calm them down. Levi would be glad how they survived and they are now alive, around his arms finally.

Levi would offer them water during the expedition usually, he wants to make sure their crush is hydrated and that also he would pack you up with some goods and snacks. “Tch, just take them.” He would say as you hesitantly accepted his kind offer. Levi would literally spend 30 minutes getting all the necessary things you would need and pack them up for you. He gives you things filled with love and care.

And, if you did happen one day running out of snacks to eat, he would offer you his snacks and make sure you eat it all before he leaves. 

His crush would apologize and feel real bad if they messed up on something during a mission, such as incorrectly shooting the wrong signal flare or not shooting it on time whenever they were under stress or nervous during a situation. But, Levi would actually be chill and calm about it and say, “Oi, Don't worry about it. It’s alright.” He would say as he ruffed their hair, and everyone there would be shocked cause if it were a different person he would go mad.

At the beginning, he would would try and tell you not to come to the expeditions that seemed too risky and leave it to him, but obviously he knows that you would no and you would then say to him, “I can’t help it, I want to come and be by your side and help out.” And that, left Levi being a blushing mess. He admired your confidence, and how you were willing to do this all for him and that made him feel loved. He then would reassure you that he would be protecting you throughout the mission. “I want to protect you.” and when you questioned why only you, he would go silent and leave the scene, making you wonder.

Levi would definitely have an aid kit ready with him, whenever he saw you injured or needed some bandages, expect him to have that ready for you, and even do it for you himself. He would do it and his excuse would be that he would do a better job on patching you up, but you knew he just wanted to help you and he actually would be worried if the injury was deep or serious.

If you had a small cut on your finger or the palm of your hand, Levi would make sure to also patch that up for you. If you insisted saying you could do it yourself or saying that it was not a big deal, he would then say to you in a caring tone but having his serious stoic expression, “Your hand. Now.” You resist and give in while holding out your hand to him. After he puts a bandage on it, he would gently hold your hand with both of his hands and then say, “Please, be careful.” In such a low tone, and if you have missed that, you would probably not have heard it.

And, after an expedition one day, when you went to his office to give him some tea you have prepared. He was silent, and Levi was pretty down when you saw him. When he noticed your presence, his expression then would go soft and quickly get up, hugging you, and this would shock you because Levi would never do something like that suddenly. But, that evening after that expedition, he was really emotional and he just wanted to hold what was dear to him, which was you. Y/N.  “I wish I didn’t feel like this every time you leave my side.” He would utter in a sad tone, and you would be there caressing his back and also the back of his head, caressing his undercut which would make him relax and give out a soft sigh.

And before expeditions, Levi becomes a bit clingy and needy in nights a day before, and he would show some affection towards Y/N. Such as slightly holding and caressing your hand, trying to feel your warmth as much as possible to keep him calm, your presence meant the world to him and he loved every bit of time you spent with him. “Hey, promise me you won’t do anything stupid?” He would ask you a lot of questions too and you would have to be there, reassuring him that you wouldn't leave his side and hold his hand back firmly, meaning every word you say to him which will make him feel relieved, how he knows you won’t leave him and sacrifice yourself.

Whenever the scouts are ready to leave and get outside the walls to start the expedition, Levi would check all your gear if they were functioning, and in a good condition, and makes sure your gas is filled up too. 

Levi would also take care of your horse and make sure it was strong and stable enough to help you throughout the journey. If you somehow lost your horse, he would give you his horse instead (and he would only do that to someone he really trusts and cherishes) and he would just use his ODM gear. “I’ll meet you ahead, alright?” He would say and proceed ahead, making sure there is no titan in sight and if there was, he would kill it. He was on his full protective mode every time you were in missions with him.

If you were in a different part of the formation, he would ask someone in that formation you were at, and tell them to update them about Y/N and order them to protect and support Y/N.

Levi would often get side-tracked, thinking of you quite a lot and more than usual, and Erwin would pick that up and say with a smirk, “Don’t worry, they will be fine Levi. Believe in them.” Erwin would say randomly and that would make Levi shocked, thinking how the hell did he even know he was thinking of Y/N.

Overall, the man is the only one out there in the expedition who is ready to risk his life, support you and help you in anyway he can and with his power and strength he would be your guard, and secretly also admire you from afar during expeditions and think how he wants to be near you and just hold your hand.

[fruitcoops]

I was watching this video w Megan Rapinoe & Sue Bird (tumblr won’t let me link but it’s from 2 days ago on GQ- they ask each other questions but it’s like quiz style?) and didn’t know if you would want to do something similar for coops? Some of the stuff they said/how they acted reminded me of coops’ dynamic

Anon, this video was the perfect way to spend an evening. Both these women are my role models and they’re unbelievably cute together--go check out the video here if you have the chance! Their dynamic is a lot like how I imagine Coops, too! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Hey, Lions, we’re back!” Sirius waved at the camera and tapped a short stack on notecards on his thighs. “I’m Captain Sirius Black of the Gryffindor Lions and I’m here with my fiancé, Remus Lupin, to do another couple game.”

“The response to our last few interviews was incredible and we had a great time,” Remus continued. “Miss Marlene McKinnon was kind enough to drag us back in here to answer even more questions!”

“Do you want to go first?”

“Sure.” Remus cleared his throat and pulled the first card. “What are my parents’ first names?”

“Hope and Lyall.”

“Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. What’s my hidden talent?”

“You can sing.”

“Does that count? I feel like most people know that now.”

“Hmm.” Sirius thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on his knees. “You can cook really well.”

“Thank you, baby. What’s my favorite accessory?”

Sirius brightened. “Your watch!”

“Yes!” Remus held it up to the camera—it was simple and elegant, with a leather band and a small face. He wore it with the clock against the inside of his wrist, just above his pulse point. “What is my dream travel destination or vacation?”

“Oh, that’s tough.” Sirius bit his lip in thought. “Seattle? Paris?”

“I do want to go to Seattle, but I’ve always wanted to go to Montreal,” Remus said. “You’ve seen my hometown, but I’ve never been to yours.”

Sirius frowned. “Really?”

“Really. What am I most afraid of?”

“I think…I think you’re most afraid of not being useful,” Sirius said after a moment. “For six years, your job was all about helping people, and it’s not now.”

Remus raised his eyebrows at the camera. “I was going to say the dentist’s office. Goddamn.”

“Sorry,” Sirius laughed. “Yeah, you don’t like medical facilities.”

“I mean, you weren’t wrong about the useful thing,” Remus said. “You still get a point for that. What’s my favorite music, song, or artist to listen to before a game?”

“You don’t have one.”

“That was quick. Half a bonus point for speed. When was our first date and what did we do?”

“Our first official date was just after All-Stars and we went to Sid’s, but we had been together for about three months at that point and just hung out at each other’s houses.”

Remus grinned. “Do you remember what day it was?”

“January 28th.” Sirius gave him a look. “I know for a fact you don’t know what day it was.”

“January 28th.”

“You only know that because I just said it!” Sirius smacked him playfully with his cards. “Next question.”

“What’s my favorite movie and TV show?”

“Jurassic Park and Avatar: The Last Airbender.”

He whistled the first part of the theme song as Sirius did the hand motions. “What’s my shoe size?”

“Oh, god,” Sirius muttered, staring down at the floor. “Eleven? Eleven and a half? You have smaller feet than I do, but not by much.”

“I’m a size ten.”

“Are you really?”

Remus pulled one sneaker off and handed it to him with a laugh. “Check for yourself. Oh, I’d love to know the answer to this one. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Sirius tossed his shoe back with a snort. “You make faces.”

Remus seemed surprised. “Do I?”

“Yeah. You’ve got a very expressive face and the second you’re pissed, it’s written all over it. It’s like—” Sirius pursed his lips and scrunched his nose slightly. “I can’t really do it, but anytime I see that I’m like, ‘oh, shit, what did I do?’ Also, you stop calling me baby.”

“That’s what I was going to say. What’s my favorite city to play in?”

“Not Florida.”

“Not fucking Florida,” Remus agreed with a grin.

“Gryffindor for sure.”

“Where was I born?” He gave Sirius a teasing look. “Do you know this time, or should I get my mom on the line?”

Sirius stuck his tongue out. “Madison, Wisconsin.”

Remus glanced at the camera. “We got asked this question in an interview a few months ago and he had to call my mom afterward because he forgot.”

“She made fun of me the whole time,” Sirius pouted.

“What is my favorite food? Oh, you’ll get this one for sure.” Sirius hesitated and Remus’ eyes widened. “Really?”

“I’m a little torn. It’s either my grilled cheese or your dad’s turkey-cranberry thing. Actually, I don’t think you know what your favorite food is.”

Remus nodded slowly. “That’s a really good point. My first thought was grilled cheese, but my dad makes the best postgame sandwiches. I’ll give you that. What’s my favorite hobby?”

“Reading.”

“What did I want to be when I was a kid?”

“A librarian, until you started playing hockey.”

Remus leaned over and high-fived him. “You’re on a roll, baby. What was my jersey number in college?”

“Number six.”

“The transition was so fucking easy,” Remus laughed. “Coach literally came up to me a month before practices started and went ‘hey, what was your old number?’ and I told him, and he looked down at his clipboard and went, ‘cool.’. I got my jersey two weeks later.”

“Is this your last question?”

“It is, indeed. What’s my full birth name?”

“Remus Jehosephat Lupin.”

“That is incorrect.”

“Close enough. It’s Remus John Lupin, which I find endlessly funny.”

“Why is it funny?” Marlene asked off-screen. Remus hid his face behind his notecards as Sirius laughed.

“Because it’s such a basic middle name! I love Hope and Lyall with my entire heart and they’re wonderful people, but they named their sons Remus and Julian and then I think they got stuck. Like, you’ve got these two very uncommon first names and they sort of went ‘fuck it. John and Michael. We’re done.’ It’s just so funny.”

“Whereas your parents went the extra mile and gave you and Reg goddamn supervillain names,” Remus snorted. “The drama of it all, my god.”

“Alright, alright, my turn.” Sirius leaned his elbows on his knees. “What is my favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“How do I like my coffee?”

Remus hissed between his teeth. “Ah, shit, you always make the coffee. With a lot of sugar, right? It’s black with sugar?”

“It can’t be black if it has sugar in it,” Sirius laughed. “But yes, I do put sugar in my coffee. What are three things I never leave the house without?”

“Keys, wallet, phone.”

“My favorite TV show?”

“Why are you going through these so fast? Uh, Avatar.”

“Did I ever have a job that wasn’t playing hockey?”

“Nope.” Remus frowned. “Were you allowed to get a job as a kid?”

“I was not. What’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Cookies and cream.”

Sirius made a buzzer noise. “Incorrect.”

“Is it chocolate?”

“Yep. You get half a point for that. What’s the first meal I ever cooked for you?”

Remus gave him a look. “You don’t remember what you cooked for me, do you?”

“Refresh my memory?”

“No way!” He punched him lightly on the arm. “I’m not falling for my own tricks. Next question.”

“It’s kind of a repeat from earlier. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Remus fiddled with the edges of his cards. “You act all weird and Captain-y, and then you get quiet. Just cranky vibes all around.”

“Cranky vibes,” Sirius laughed. “Good to know. What are my favorite movie-watching snacks?”

“Popcorn and…Sweet Tarts?”

“Yes!” Sirius gave him a high-five. “Do you know what I like on my popcorn?”

“Butter and enough salt to kill a Victorian child.”

“Bonus point! What is—oh, shit!” He nearly fumbled the cards onto the floor. “What is my favorite movie of all time?”

“Indiana Jones.”

“Which one?”

“The one with Marian, because she reminds you of me.” Remus looked over at the camera. “I really don’t like snakes.”

“What is the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning?”

“Oh, I think this requires a demonstration. C’mere.”

“Does it really?” Sirius sighed as he laid down next to him.

“For sure.” Remus cuddled into his side and laid his head on his shoulder. “Alright, the key to a true Sirius Black wake-up is getting all four limbs wrapped around the other person like you’re trying to suffocate them with affection.”

“Okay—”

“And then,” Remus continued with a grin. “I go, ‘honey, wake up’—”

“You absolutely do not.”

“In my head, that’s what I say. It’s very sweet. To answer the question, the first thing Sirius does is this.” He buried his face in Sirius’ chest and groaned loudly, then dissolved into snickering as Sirius’ chest began to shake with suppressed laughter. “Stop it, you’re ruining the demonstration!”

“You forgot the part where I have to peel you off me with pliers and grease,” Sirius teased as they stood up, dusting themselves off. The camera crew applauded and they both bowed. “Alright, where were we? What am I most scared of?”

“Losing your friends and family,” Remus said. “Also, spiders and most bugs.”

“You forgot one.”

“Which one? The dish soap bubbles?”

“Losing you.”

A vibrant blush tinted Remus’ cheeks and ears, and he floundered for words. “Oh.”

“You still get the points, though,” Sirius said mildly. “What city do I like playing in the most?”

Remus paused for a moment longer, then shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Uh, Gryffindor. You like the crowd.”

“I do.” Sirius smiled at the camera. “To all the fans out there: you are incredible and there is nothing like skating out with everybody roaring so loud the windows shake. Who is my biggest hockey influence?”

“Now, or when you were younger?”

“Now.”

“It’s Dumo, right?”

Sirius nodded. “On and off the ice. What’s my proudest career moment?”

“Hmm, I wonder,” Remus said sarcastically. “Could it possibly be winning the Stanley Cup?”

“Just maybe,” Sirius laughed. “What’s my most famous celly, and which one’s my favorite?”

Remus grinned. “Lightning McQueen.”

“I hate it when you call it that.” Despite his words, Sirius was smiling. “It’s supposed to be cool!”

“Can you elaborate?” Marlene asked.

“I mean, most people who have seen him play know what I’m talking about,” Remus said, gesturing to the camera. “But Sirius’ famous celly is a double fist pump, and I call it the Lightning McQueen because it’s like ka-chow! It’s also his favorite one, though he dances when we’re skating alone or with a couple of the guys.”

“Shhh, they aren’t supposed to know that!” Sirius covered Remus’ mouth with his notecard. “This is the very last one. What is my biggest pet peeve?”

“When I leave my socks laying around the house.”

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner! That drives me fucking bonkers. Marley, who won?”

“It wasn’t a competition,” she said off-screen. “Just a Q & A.”

“Who got the most right?” Remus asked.

“You two are hopeless,” she muttered. There were a few beats of silence. “Remus won, with sixteen and a half out of seventeen. Sirius, you had fifteen and a half.”

“No.” Sirius groaned and dropped his head into his hands as Remus whooped.

“Hell yes!”

“My bonus points let you win.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this.”

Remus faced the camera with a victorious smile. “Thanks for joining us to witness my landslide victory—”

“It was one point.”

“And make sure to like and subscribe for more Lion Pride content! See you around, Lions.” They both mock-saluted, and the video ended.

[franeridart]

Anon said: Ahh I really love your art, especially the way you present your story telling in the comics!! I smile every time I see them on my timeline haha thanks for making my (and likely many others) day! Wishing you all the best!!

Thank you so much!!!!! Especially glad to hear you think my comics’ storytelling works ;O; it means a lot!

Anon said: your satosugu arts give me life omg it's so beautiful and i love how smitten gojou is in all of them😭❤️ thank you for giving us pleasant escape from the disaster that is canon

AH GOSH thank you!!! Gojo lives all his feelings to the fullest doesn’t he! He’s a lot of fun to think about as happy and in love, he gives of the feeling of a warm hug to me ;; back in high school Geto was more reserved with his feelings, but I think he’d show it in his own very soft ways.....ahhhhh man, I love them ;;

Anon said: Your Satosugu is giving me life and also the fluff i need because HOLY SHIT THOSE CHAPTERS ;-;

I KNOW gege really looked at the old gen and went “enough with these dudes” huh lmao but I’m excited to see how everything is gonna turn out from now on! Esp since having been abandoned by the elders the protags are gonna have at the same time more options and less wiggle room.......... interesting!! Can’t wait!

Anon said: hey hey hey i just found your acc and i'm so invested in it already GDJSKALA I LOVE YOUR ART as a beginner like can't draw a circle beginner i truly admire your work also do you have any tips on what i should do to improve my art? because i'm on the brink of giving up istg cause my progress is just none there's no progress idk what to do like pls help me HAHAHHAHA idk what to watch how to practice what to do nothing absolutely nothing but i'm trying my best to hang on cause whenever i keep seeing artists like you it just makes me hang on and be like just keep going but even though i say that i'm going nowhere still so pls help... - 🍄

Ah man, I’m glad I can make you feel like keeping trying!! I answered an ask like this a while back here and I can’t say I have anything new to say on the matter? I hope it’ll help you! In the end the biggest suggestion I can give you is to try to figure out what it is that you want to draw and just draw it! Even if you don’t know how to, just draw it the way you can! As long as the act of drawing itself makes you happy more than the final result you’ll keep up with it and the improvement will come for sure! 

Anon said: your art always brightens my day. thank you for sharing it!

Thank you for liking it!!! ;;O;;

Anon said: Idk anything about jujutsu kaisen (I hope I write it well), but seeing your fanarts tempts me to start watching it 😍😍😍

I hope you’ll like it if you do try it!!!!! It’s not a story for everyone, but it is a great story for its own genre! And the studio animating it is doing a wonderful job of making it a work of art too TT0TT

Anon said: Hi! Don’t mean to bother but I wanted to let you know that the user yslkeii on tik tok has reposted some of your art. It’s the “some of my favorite dilfs” video, I think the thumbnail is a photo of Levi Ackerman. She knows that none of the artists in the vid allow reposts but won’t take it down so I figured I’d let them know

Thanks for letting me know! Sadly, I have literally no clue how to act on this for tik tok orz if they could at least credit................ I’m not even too opposted to having my stuff used in videos if there’s credit...................................sigh

Anon said: Hello, I was wondering if I could use some of your old mha art as a reference? I won’t post it anywhere, or trace your work I promise!

Sure you can!! If you don’t mean to post it you don’t even need to ask for permission! Just, you know, my stuff is full of mistakes everywhere so don’t take it too much as a good source for proper anatomy reference and stuff like that!

Anon said: a thought i've been sitting on, having not seen it, that is sending me. gojo/geto color pallet swap

You know, I did see that a while back! White-haired Geto and black-haired Gojo, it was stunning! Didn’t look much like themselves though, Gojo especially hahaha the white hair is really distinctive of him, isn’t it? With it black he kinda looks like first-year!Yuuta with sunglasses hahaha

Anon said: Hey! How you doing? So, i wanted to ask you if I could use one of your Kamijirou's fanarts in my Twitter edit, with credits of course! I hope you get mad with this shitty ask, i totally understand if you don't let me use, is your right ♡

I’d prefer it if you didn’t, sorry!!

Anon said: huhghhuhfjfjd i was scrolling thru your art and i hit a todokiribaku thing you made for a friend an d honestly that's all ive ever needed in life. your friend's taste is impeccable *sobs*

She does doesn’t she!! That’s still one golden ot3, I doubt that’s gonna change any time soon

Anon said: sfdghffgdgd gojo has the right idea. they should just make out

They should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish they had!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: i've been looking at your art for months and i //just// realized you've started drawing noses from different angles *facepalm*

I’m trying my best!! It’s one of the things that limited my style the most AND one of the most difficult things for me to tackle, so I’m giving it a shot but still, you know, expect them to stay inconsistent for a while haha

Anon said: so five ish years ago i followed you for haikyuu, then got into bnha through your art and now im very tempted to watch jujutsu kaisen because of you as well

ANON!!!!!! I’m so glad and happy you kept me company this long and through this many fandoms!!!! TTATT if you do try jjk I hope you’ll like it! And if you don’t and decide to leave that’s okay too, I’m just really grateful you stuck around this long already!!! ;;A;; <3<3

[yeojaa]

wait !!!! find her jk with that prompt the other anon sent!!! can u plssss that’s literally something find her jk would actually do🥺🥺🥺🥺

[ read finders keep hers ]

pairing.  jjk x (named) f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  idiots in love.  like, that’s all there is to say.  angst central, my dude.  wc.  2.4k.  author note.  i meant to make this short and end with some tender lovemaking but...  i cannot be trusted near a keyboard so you get this word vomit instead.  xoxo!

You love Jeon Jungkook.  Have, you think, since before you knew what the word love meant.

(Maybe since you were children and you’d still stood a chance against him, bursting with pride from a job well done, young enough that your parents’ kind words felt better than anything in the world.  Before he’d turned into the president of the Casanova Club and he’d just been your and your brother’s best friend.  Little Jeon with the unbelievably big eyes, always so curious about everything.

Or maybe since your tenth grade White Day, when he’d bought you your favourite candies and pressed them unceremoniously into your hands, too many to hold so they fall to dirt and tumble around you.  He’d stooped to snatch them all up, shoving them into the pockets of your coat.  “Because we’re best friends or whatever,”  he’d said with this toothy, silly smile.

More likely during university.  That time you’d maybe (read: very) foolishly made out, liquor fueling the tangle of your limbs and how utterly good he felt within them, a nectarine dream in his brand new G Wagon.  You’d thought he’d laugh in your face, mumble something about no, we can’t - which he had - but he’d also taken you home, tucked you in and climbed in beside your inebriated self.

Definitely once you’d started seeing each other, spending more time in his bed than anywhere else.  It’d been nearly impossible to separate head from heart, falling deeper and deeper into the Jungkook-shaped black hole that seemed to eclipse everything else.  You’d fallen head over stupid heels, leaving bits of yourself hidden among his things.  Your lip balm in his trouser pocket, perfume on the collar of his favourite turtleneck, shape of your mouth alongside monogrammed initials. 

You hadn’t meant to.

Love him, that is.  It’d simply happened in between all the laughter, the eye rolls, the smiles.  Threaded between each action and cemented by the thud of your heart, beat into the ground like a drum.)

Sometimes, though, you don’t like him.  Oftentimes, in fact. 

You and Jungkook are as different as can be.  

You’re in business development at a tech firm;  he’s the technically unemployed son of a real estate mogul.  You invest most of your money;  he spends his as if it’ll never run out (which it likely won’t).  You grew up with an older brother;  he’s got two younger sisters.  You drink to celebrate, to wind down;  he drinks to prove a point.  You believe in love - have to, looking at your parents and feeling how you do about him;  he knows it exists but up until recently, had zero interest in it.

You wonder still, seated at the table with your group of friends and their partners, whether that still rings true.  (Deep down, you know it doesn’t. You know he loves you, wants you in a way he’s never wanted anyone else before, but your brain is a fickle thing, playing tricks when it shouldn’t.) 

Would he be happier without you?  Better off without you? 

Your thoughts mock you - just as he does, roguish smile turning his entire expression into sunshine.  Inescapable, all-encompassing, so blinding it’s almost hard to look at.  Trained on the girl he’s chatting up at the bar.  

This is what Jungkook does.  What he’s always done.  You should be used to it, really.  The man’s charm is always turned up to eleven, always in full effect even when he doesn’t mean it to be.  It’s simply part of who he is- young and rich and devastatingly, heartbreakingly handsome. 

Still, you can’t help the emotion that swells somewhere deep in your stomach, jostles the meal you’ve just had and turns your insides into a sea of nausea.  You know when he’s just being friendly and you know when he’s flirting.  It’s a terribly thin line but one you recognise, intimately familiar with the two sides of his personality.  

Right now, he’s flirting.  Doing that thing he does, one arm folded on the counter top, unblemished hand resting somewhere along his hip, silver of his rings acting as a beacon beneath the dim restaurant lights.  His other hand slots itself into the pocket of his coated jeans, tattoos thrown into stark contrast against his skin and the black of the denim.  There’s that smile of his, more a smirk but sunny, radiant, beautiful.  It lights up his entire face, steeping his expression in something warm.  The dimple in his cheek winks with each laugh - you can only imagine the one on the other side does the same, cut deeply into his skin.

Don’t be mad, you tell yourself.  He’s your Jungkook, bad habits and all.  

You love him.  You love him.  You love him.

If he notices your stoicism, he doesn’t comment on it.  Doesn’t ask what’s wrong or if you’re okay or what’s up.  Barely even speaks to you, save to toss his arm around your shoulder and tug you close, practically tug you into his lap while his friends share stories of their week.

It’s your usual Friday night dinner.  Something you’ve done with this ragtag group for as long as you’ve known them.  An excuse to go out and drink and eat some damn good (and often free) food. 

You wish you could enjoy it like you normally do.  Instead, you’re preoccupied by the way a perfume that isn’t yours lingers on his collar - seeps beneath the fabric and marks him up like a possession.  It’s too sweet - cloying sugar apples and coconut - nothing like your usual earthy wisteria and dewy rose.  It stings your nose when you inhale too deeply, nestled into the familiar shape of Jungkook’s frame, settled between the vertebrae you know best.

You hardly notice when he does speak to you, rousing you from thought you can’t quite place any longer.

“Ready to head home?”

The rest of your friends are going about their business, slipping their coats on and exchanging ideas for plans the following morning.  (Saturday brunch is a very popular thing, though it tends to lean late lunch versus true breakfast-brunch.)

You nod and slip from beneath your lover’s arm, plucking your purse up as you rise.  You’re ready to get out of here, ready to scrub away the melancholy that lingers like a thin film across your skin.  

He must have realised sometime between your silence in the car and your lacklustre kisses in the elevator.  You think he must, as he nearly slams the front door of his penthouse shut, kicks off his Chelsea boots and lets them tumble together just off the welcome mat.  (Not the reaction you’d expected, but you’ve learnt to never expect anything from him.  As much as he might be your best friend, Jeon Jungkook plays by his own set of rules.)

He doesn’t wait for you to undo your own shoes, carefully undoing the straps of your Jimmy Choos and setting them where they belong before you follow the sound of his footsteps.

When you find him, he’s stripping off his jacket and tossing it haphazardly across the back of his desk chair, keys and wallet and phone dropped none-too-gently upon wood.  He says nothing even as he crosses to his closet, steps inside and slips off each piece of jewellery:  assorted rings and his Rolex - everything but the bracelet you’d gotten him for graduation.  

His belt goes next, set back within the confines of its velvet lined drawer.  Through the hole goes the button of his jeans, down goes the zipper, and then he’s in nothing but his vaguely sheer dress shirt, boxer-briefs, and silly printed socks (yellow bananas on black fabric, for reasons), looking every inch the adonis he is. 

You still haven’t said a word, carefully hanging your dress in the small space you’ve carved out for yourself.  You don’t really know what to say - how to approach his apparent frustration when you don’t know where it comes from.

Is he upset with you?  Had you, somewhere along the line of your own sadness, done something to upset him?

You’re running through all the scenarios, lost in thought, when his voice breaks the quiet.  Snaps forth and hits its mark - a perfect shot.  “Seriously?”  There’s a fickle quality to his tone, a pettiness that you recognise when he hasn’t gotten his way, when he’s not quite sure what to say but knows he wants to have something.  (It doesn’t come out often with you, but you’re intimately familiar with it still.  His I-want-to-fight voice.)

“Pardon?”  You’re not expecting him so close, close enough to reach you but far enough that you can tell he’s purposely put this distance between you.  It feels strange - further apart than it is.

“You’re not going to say anything?”

You blink.  Once, twice, three times.  When you speak, it’s full of confusion, paired with your brows gathering in a little knot of bewilderment.  “Anything about what?”

“What happened at dinner.”  

He sounds so utterly deadpan, you can’t help but laugh, a sound of disbelief rather than amusement.  

“You mean you flirting with that girl?”  Even saying the words feels awful, makes you want to crawl into bed and forget about it all.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looks like you’ve just handed him the answers to all of life’s questions.  His entire face rearranges, all the pieces matching back up to form a proper puzzle.  There’s a certain smugness to it now, caught in the round of his cheek and how it ticks higher with his grin.  “So you did notice!  I fucking knew it.”

“Of course I did.”  You want to be appalled.  Know you should be.  (But it’s Jungkook and you love him.)  “Kind of hard not to.”  

He’s the devil in disguise, snapping you to him with a flex of his arms, hands curled around your waist.  It’s clear he’s pleased, absolutely tickled pink that you’d fallen for his silly little trick.  “Gotta keep you on your toes,”  he croons, eyes twinkling, mouth wobbling with the strain of keeping his laughter hidden. 

He expects you to agree - maybe roll your eyes and pat his cheek, laughs along with him and give him some sort of shit about how he’s an idiot - and visibly starts when you push yourself away, two palms flat against his chest. 

“Sure.”

One word.  Nothing like he’d imagined.

“Baby?”  You’ve made it two steps - two whole steps, which is two too many to Jungkook - when he’s pulling you back, trapping you against his chest with his arms looped around your shoulders.  “Where you going?”  He’s kissing along your shoulder, trailing warmth everywhere he touches. 

He still smells like that girl’s perfume.

“Can you get off me, please?”  You’re more polite than you normally are, working hard to keep calm when he only tightens his grip.  Of course he thinks you’re kidding, thinks you’re pouting and playing just like he had when you’d returned home.

When you repeat yourself - a little harder, a little quieter - he seems to realise how wrong he’s read the situation.

“Angel—”  You’re swept around, left to stare into the neat white of his shirt as he peers down at you, waits for you to meet his eyes.  You don’t, staunchly focused on the buttons of his Oxford, how they strain over his broad chest.  “Baby.”  Now he’s the one full of reprimand, disapproval colouring the single word that’s normally so sweet.

“What?”  It’s just as bratty as he was earlier but somehow worse, touched blue.

“What’s wrong?”  Jungkook seems genuinely perplexed, concerned and maybe, just a tiny bit frustrated.  He’s not used to you lashing out like this, soft and yet unyielding, hidden behind a door he’s fumbling with the keys to.

“You.”

“—me?”

You’re not one to throw out things you don’t mean, carefully picking and choosing your words.  It’s something you’ve always done - far more responsible than your idiot best friend who’s never had to worry about a thing in his life.  

The line of his mouth dips, pulls into a frown as he studies you and tries to crack open the windows to gain some insight.  It doesn’t work well;  he’s faced with a stone wall.

“Why’re you mad?” 

You want to laugh.  Do, actually, so short and abrupt it’s more of a scoff.  “What’s wrong with me?”  You’d pull away if you could. (Realistically, you could, but you’ve always been too soft for him.)  “You spent almost all of dinner flirting with someone else.”

“Yeah— to make you jealous.”  As if that makes it better.  As if that doesn’t tear a giant hole right in the centre of your chest, launches your poor heart out of the airlock to fend for itself in the emptiness of his expression.  

You don’t know why it feels worse to hear it out loud.  You’d figured as much. 

(Jungkook had done this in the past, though always jokingly.  He’d rarely been invested enough in a girl to go to such lengths but you’d seen it once or twice.  Always the age old adage of wanting what you can’t have.)

You wish you could separate the then from the now.  Remind yourself that he does care, that this is his twisted, stupid way of showing his affection - of keeping you around.  (You know he’s just as vulnerable as you - maybe more, sometimes - but he shows it poorly.  Pushes you away when he tries to pull you in.)

Tears are welling, spilling across your lashes faster than you can yank them back.  Something about being an angry crier.  

“Good job,”  you mean to snap, to make him feel how you do.  (Small - so very, very small.)  Instead, it’s terribly quiet.  A whisper that gets lost to the cotton poplin.  “Now I’m jealous.”  And miserable and insecure.  All things you usually aren’t, that only Jeon Jungkook manages to bring out in you.

“Baby,”  he tries again, crushing you to his chest, jut of his chin resting atop your head.  His hugs had always been your favourite - swallowing you whole, making you feel safe - but it’s too much now, a prison cell rather than your familiar bed.  “I’m sorry.”  He’s kissing again, stamping his affection into the dark of your hair, brushing over and over with the soft of his lips, his rounded adorable nose,  “I thought—”

You know what he thought.  Know where he’d been coming from (a place of immaturity, a gilded golden room with Jeon Jungkook stamped across the door) but it doesn’t make it any better.

Doesn’t make it hurt any less.

[tomhardysteeth]

u wanna say anything for spn ending? Today's their last day of filming

Yeah sure! I love how you worded this ask, it makes me want to give a very serious answer. I’ve been rewatching random episodes the past few days and thinking about how much of my life was shaped by this random lil tv show, both positively and negatively, so here we go. 

I started watching Supernatural during my junior year of college, when I was grappling with being gay and religious, and had a pseudo-girlfriend who was emotionally abusive. I remember I started watching the show because I had been on tumblr for a while and thought, well this is a popular show on tumblr and looks like something I’d enjoy, so I might as well try it. I remember barely paying attention to the first season and thinking it was kind of silly, and I distinctly remember making fun of it right up until the season 1 finale when that truck slammed into the Impala and I said oh.

I remember sitting in the dining hall between classes, hiding in a corner with my pink headphones and my laptop, watching one episode after the other, completely consumed by it. My personal life was a mess at the time and I was angry and sad and frustrated, but I could forget about everything for a little while when I watched spn. I remember falling in love with Dean Winchester, season 3, when Sam gave him the amulet. 

Because I had already spent a lot of time on tumblr, I knew about Castiel. I couldn’t wait to get to season 4, the anticipation killed me. I didn’t really have a choice in shipping destiel, I literally shipped it before I even watched a single episode of the show lol. My first time watching seasons 4 and 5, I remember how mad I would feel every time the opening credits scrolled at the bottom of the screen and Misha Collins wasn’t listed. I cared about almost nothing but Dean and Cas interacting with each other. I was totally enamored by them, by their potential. At some point I got over that and watched the show because I liked the show, but boy did my heart and brain break for destiel. 

I broke up with my abusive girlfriend. I started coming out to more people, including people involved in the Christian campus ministry I was heavily involved in, and it was very very hard. It was 2013. The first episode of Supernatural I watched live was the episode where Dean turns into a fucking dog. 

I don’t remember when I started reading fanfic, and I had no idea how to read fanfic. A friend invited me to ao3, what is ao3? I didn’t know. I used my email address as my username. I read Twist and Shout and Pie Without Plot and other very popular fics that I knew about because everybody knew about them. I vividly remember the first fics I read because I was 21 years old and had never had an orgasm in my life and believed sex was sinful and so when the sex scenes in fics turned me on, I felt guilty about it. 

I quickly got over that and started writing explicit destiel fanfic. 

I still had no idea what I was doing. I know the very first fic I ever wrote was a mess, I’ve completely erased all traces of it, but other than that I began posting with abandon. Pretty much everything I’ve ever written for spn is still on tumblr and/or ao3. I was running a Hannibal blog at the time and started posting more Supernatural content than Hannibal content, so I created a sideblog, @deancasheadcanons​, and things very quickly got out of hand after that.

I was depressed, I was confused, I was spending my last couple years of college trying to figure out my sexuality, trying to hold onto a religion that was rejecting who I was becoming, trying to find my identity while picking a career path and being sad and being pulled in a hundred different directions. Sometimes I was working three jobs at once, on top of 17-credit-hour semesters. I was getting a degree in a field I did not care about, and I spent every class reading and writing fanfic, scrolling through tumblr, making internet friends, letting my life be consumed by Supernatural. I projected myself completely onto Dean Winchester and partially onto Castiel and did not even realize it. 

I started dressing like Dean, and my sister and brother-in-law noticed and assumed I was gay. They were extremely unsubtle in their attempts at getting me to come out by pointing out the flannel and army jackets, and I did not have it in me to admit to them that I was dressing like a fictional character, but I DID tell them I was bisexual. 

I went to therapy every week during my senior year of college, and I was embarrassed about how often I talked about my “internet life,” as I called it. I remember having the arbitrary goal of getting 1,000 kudos on a fanfic, and I remember the day it happened for the first time and I remember going to therapy that week and saying that I didn’t feel any different, that I thought getting attention for my writing would make me feel better, somehow, but I still felt the same, and my therapist asked me if I would still be writing if I was the only one who got anything out of it and I said yes. But I was still obsessed with writing things that were meaningful, and despite the fact that I would receive 10 negative/mean anons per day, I never turned anon off because I desperately wanted people to tell me that my writing meant something to them, that it mattered to them. I was fighting with myself every day over my sexuality and my identity and my purpose, and I put all of that on the shoulders of Dean and Cas. 

There was also chubby!dean. I had lived my entire life with this inexplicable thing, this shame that I knew I could not share, that I knew I would just have to suffer with for my whole life, and then I joined the spn fandom and found that there were others like me, others that had a fetish and had similar experiences as I did and were drawn to Dean Winchester because there’s no other character that could make eating and gaining weight be as enticing as he makes it (in fanfic). For the first time in my life I had a community of people that I could relate to about a thing that I never thought I would ever be able to talk about with anyone in my life. I don’t remember if I consciously chose to start posting publicly about it, but at some point I did, and I started writing kink fic, but I was still so uncomfortable with myself and so scared of the things I felt, and I tried so hard to temper myself and not offend anyone and not go “too far” and not be too weird and I was so sexually repressed and pent up and full of guilt and shame, and so now when I go back and reread some of the stuff I wrote it feels like reopening an old wound and letting myself bleed out. 

I was constantly comparing myself to others and wondering why I wasn’t getting as much attention as so-and-so, and I always made excuses about how maybe my writing was too weird and I was too much and maybe I just wasn’t good enough and I hated myself and wanted to delete everything I ever wrote, but also I’m awesome and receive a lot of attention and get a lot of good feedback but maybe that means I’m just a narcissist! I acted like an asshole online and justified it by saying it wasn’t really me, that I could be someone totally different on tumblr than the person I was in “real life,” but in hindsight, now when I think back on my early 20s, I cannot separate what I was doing in “real life” from what I was doing in the spn fandom. I shared so much of myself with the spn fandom without even recognizing that that’s what I was doing. 

And I made mistakes, god I made mistakes, and I tried to be so careful about everything I said but I was also presenting a certain version of myself to the spn fandom so that people would like me (for instance: running a destiel blog and trying my best to hide the fact that I also ship wincest) and still I got in trouble constantly, and I grew bitter and mean because you can only receive the “when are you posting the next chapter?” comment so many times before you want to bang your head into a wall. I became defensive and unkind, afraid to check my inbox because it was a nightmare, and yet unable to turn off anon because, like I said, I desperately needed that feedback, I needed people to tell me that they felt what I felt, that they understood what I was writing and why I was writing it.

I expected Supernatural to give me everything I needed. I fantasized about Dean Winchester being canonically bisexual because I thought it would confirm something in me, that it would somehow make my life a little bit easier. I didn’t want to watch other shows that could maybe help me, I wanted Supernatural to do things for me that it had never promised and would never deliver, and it’s because I was defined by it for so many years. Now that I’m back on tumblr, I’ve been going back through some of my old posts on deancasheadcanons and it’s like reading a stranger’s words. Even so, I find myself telling people “I was deancasheadcanons” instead of “I ran a sideblog called deancasheadcanons” because it really was such a huge part of my identity. What’s wild is that every time I’ve tried to explain it to someone in real life, they just look at me like I’m not making any sense. 

It was easy to stop watching Supernatural. I didn’t have cable, and I had been driving to my dad and stepmom’s house each week and watching it on their tv after they had gone to bed. I was in a new relationship with a woman I nearly married, I was back in school for a new career, I was working full time and absolutely did not have time to continue writing fanfic as prolifically as I had done for so many years. I finally reached a breaking point in 2017 and haven’t watched any new episodes since then (I don’t remember the last episode I saw). But now, as I rewatch some old episodes, it is easy to feel the way I felt the first time I watched the show. It’s easy to see why this campy little heartfelt show was a lifeline during my formative adult years.

So it turns out I have never reckoned with any of this, have never written it down, hence the 2k jumble of words you see here. And it’s like, I know that a lot of this may seem silly, trivial, especially for a show that in itself is not very serious, but as it comes to an end I have to reflect on it as a person who put so much of my heart, my creativity, my pain and my floundering identity into it. I am somewhat embarrassed and wish I could respond to this ask with a joke instead, but we’re in a pandemic and I live alone and have had way too much time to think and reflect and become a lot more self-aware, and part of that reflection has definitely been about my time in the spn fandom. I remember thinking the show was never going to end, yet here we are at the end and I felt compelled to type all this out with a desire to, I don’t know, get some closure? Convince myself that I was a whole person, that I wasn’t just a faceless URL posting destiel fics into the void, that my real life was not at all disparate from the time I spent online? In any case, I’ll always think fondly of the time I devoted to Supernatural, and I’ll take the good and the bad and everything in between. Thanks for the nice ask, anon, apparently I needed to get some things off my chest.  

[sebastianshaw]

You know what I wish would happen? Death of the Avengers and Death of the Fantastic Four. We already got Death of the Inhumans so I don’t understand why not? Save Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver and kill all Avengers. They were to blame for Scarlet Witch losing it in the first place. I wouldn’t be surprised too if Agatha Harkness had been an agent of Cthon all along and had manipulated Witch to have awful taste in men which led to all that madness. It would totally make sense since she is the only one who knew about “Natalya Maximoff” and the one who led her to reality warp a fake magic pregnancy. Literally kill Captain Fascist America, Iron Stank Man, Karen Wasp, Captain Fascist Marvel, She-NotAllHumans-Hulk, Stupid Vision, Nazi Beast, Wonder Wimp Man, Invisible Karen Woman, Mister Fascist Fantastic and all of those other little bitches. Kill the Starks and the Richardses, we save the world from Kang and we might even stop . Kill Devil Hulk, we save the universe from being smashed in the future. Kill the Avengers and the biggest tools of mutant oppression are forever gone. Maybe the Witch should be the one to do it again. Get that Life Force to possess her and make her go finish the job she started. We all know they deserve it for what they done to her. I would be so satisfied to see them in graves looool. Wanda would finally be free to join the X-Men and be with the love of her life Kurt Wagner. We would get to see TJ in the main universe. We could all finally stop pretending we care about the Avengers and the Fantastic Four. Worst thing Marvel ever done was to bring back Karen Sue and her abusive sentinel maker husband and their stupid kids. Literally how to get rid of Kang kill all the Starks and Richardses.

I thought a lot about how to answer this. Took a nice long bath and rehearsed things in my head. My first impulse was just to not answer. But in five years of having this blog, I’ve never not answered an ask. I don’t want to break that record for anything less than something truly awful, and since there was no hate towards any REAL people here, I don’t think it qualifies in my book as “truly awful” My next impulse was to just post a confused-looking gif, or maybe respond with some pictures of puppies and telling you to “calm down and look at these cute things!” but that seemed. . . .really dismissive.  I decided the most compassionate approach I could take here was to explain. . .why this isn’t a good approach. I see you’ve sent this to three other blogs, and I’m guessing you haven’t gotten a great response on any. That’s because an anon just appearing with a super angry rant desiring the deaths of multiple characters is kind of. . . off-putting. It’s especially odd for me, since I’m just a Sebastian Shaw RP blog and know very little about most of these characters, don’t have any skin in the Avengers game, etc. But I imagine it’s disconcerting for anyone. I imagine it’d be disconcerting even if I agreed with it. It comes off as just. . . .I don’t like using the term “weird” this way, but it comes off as weird and uncomfy to just open your inbox and see a wall of character hate, no matter who it’s directed to or why, and most people aren’t going to respond well to that. I can tell this is coming from a place of love for Wanda. You’re obviously super passionate about her! You wouldn’t have such strong feelings if you weren’t. And I understand that. I too have immensely passionate responses, positive and negative, towards anything involving a character I love. Anyone who follows this blog or one of my others can tell you that. I just FLIP THE FUCK OUT over stuff, good or bad. But here’s the thing---I do it on my own blogs. I don’t come into other people’s asks with just random rants about how angry or ecstatic I am. Because I know it would be strange and off-putting and wtf to them. Which is how most people are going to feel upon reading this. I’m saying this not because I want you to feel bad, or like YOU’RE weird or annoying or whatever, but because you obviously have a ton of feelings about this character and what you think should be done with her, and I want you to be able to express those feelings to people! Because believe me, I know how important it is to have friends you can rant to about what’s happening to your fave and bounce ideas off of and so on! I have people I can do that with, and I treasure them!  I want that for you too! But this isn’t the way to do it. I’d recommend making your own blog, building relationships with likeminded people, and do this with them as buddies, not as a random anon just being dropped into people’s asks with walls of seething text. You’re not going to get any kind of positive response to that, I promise.  You’ve got strong feelings and thoughts, and that’s okay, but you’ve got to come at this in a better way if you want people to actually engage with you on it. I don’t want you to feel bad, just, this is not something you should do again.  Here’s a puppy!

[hongism]

would u rather dom a whiny taehyung or dom a bratty jin?

pairing: sub!seokjin x dom!reader

genre: slice of life, smut, fluff

rating: Mature

summary: seokjin keeps trying to take control and you really need to show him who is really in control.

word count: 1736

warnings: dom/sub themes, handcuffs, penetrative sex, slight bondage, size kink, slight choking

a/n: wow okay anon pulling out all the stops and really laying it on thick. how am i supposed to choose? the only reason i chose jin is because i rarely write for him and he deserves. tagging my beautiful lovely amazing incredible wonderful baby ellie moo @hobisbeautifulass​ bc i know she has a love/hate relationship with seokjin when she definitely adores him a TON. also @honeymoonjin​? enjoy some bratty sub seokjin ily :3

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you step through the door. The apartment is dark when you enter, and Seokjin is nowhere in sight. “Jinnie?” It’s not like your boyfriend to be so quiet when you come home. You are typically greeted with a lovely good afternoon, a kiss on the cheek, and perhaps a sneaky tongue filled kiss that sets the mood for the rest of the night. To be frank, you are wanting that sort of mood yet he isn’t around to provide that. You frown at his absence, moving further into the apartment, and glance around for any sort of indication of Seokjin’s presence.

“Boo!”

His sudden presence behind you and the hot breath on your ear nearly scares the shit out of you (literally and figuratively). You spin on your heel, hand already extended to slap his arm. Seokjin grabs hold of your hand with his own. He grins, eyes disappearing as he smiles.

“Hello, love. You came home a bit early, didn’t you?” Of course you can’t stay mad at his little pranks for long, not with his gentle words. “How exciting, no?” Seokjin spins you around and brings his arm to your waist. Lips touch your neck.

“Se-Seokjin, hold on, hol–ah,” you cut off with a moan when Seokjin’s teeth nip at your neck.

“Shh baby, just let me take care of you.”

“Getting in the mood early, aren’t you?” You bite out between gritted teeth. His fingers slip down between your legs with zero regard for your pants. You don’t even have time to breathe before the pads of his fingers are dancing across your sensitive bud. “J-Jinnie, I–”

“Cat got your tongue, princess?” Seokjin laughs against the shell of your ear, then his tongue slips out to caress the skin there. “Or is it me?”

“Someone is being a bit proud.”

“Oh? Am I?” You smirk at the tone in his voice. “Guilty as charged, my love.”

“I mean–” you pull his hand off you and spin around. He glances down at you, a teasing smile playing at his lips.

“What? What do you mean, my dear?”

You push against him, hands pressing him back until he hits the wall. “I mean that you someone is trying to take control when we both know that’s not how things work.” Seokjin’s eyebrows raise at your words. One of your hands slides down his shirt and cups his groin. He stifles a groan at the contact, and you giggle, tongue darting out to play with the corner of your lips. “That’s more like it, baby.”

“Ha,” Seokjin exhales. “Wouldn’t be too sure about that, my love. Let’s not forget how many wonders my fingers can work.” Within an instant, he’s pushing you back, hands cupping your ass and pulling you closer.

“Oh, someone is getting a bit confident.” You let him slide his hands across your thighs and draw them around his hips. “Kinda hot,” you whisper as he lifts you. Seokjin doesn’t respond; instead, he just gets to work on your neck and drags his tongue across your skin. One hand on the back of his head, you keep him in place as he blindly guides the two of you to the bedroom. “It’s so cute when you think you’re in control.” Seokjin follows up your words with a particularly harsh bite to your neck. His hands find their way under your shirt.

“You’re wearing that pretty lace number I got you, aren’t you?” You pull Seokjin’s head back and grin down at him. Without responding, you lean down to reward him with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Gotta give you a good show.”

“That you are, princess.” Seokjin laughs against your lips. Your back suddenly hits the wall. “I think we should pull out the cuffs tonight.”

“Oh? Want to be tied up a bit?” You fiddle around behind you, grasping blindly for the door handle until you pop the door open. Seokjin stumbles into the bedroom somehow maintaining the same grip on your ass.

“You’ll be the one tied up this time, love.” Seokjin tosses you onto the bed with little effort, and you squeal at the force, quickly scooting back on the bed. You flip over to reach for the nightstand and wrench the fur-lined handcuffs out of the drawer. When you turn back to Seokjin, he’s stripping down, shirt already gone and pants on their way.

“Oh, how exciting.” You place the chain of the cuffs between your teeth before crawling over to the edge of the bed where your lover waits. He’s still tugging his pants off when you tug him onto the bed. You bring him down to your chest, pressing his face against your breasts, and it’s a good enough distraction to keep his focus off you. You twist his body until you’re able to wrestle him under you. Pulling off him, you sit back and strip your shirt off to reveal the lacy number underneath. Seokjin whistles at the sight above him, hands tracing the curve of your breasts, and you are quick to yank his hands off. It’s not long before you’re pressing them against the headboard with one and using the other to press the handcuffs around his wrists.

You laugh to yourself when the click resounds, lean back to admire your handiwork, and planting your crotch right atop Seokjin’s.

“Not so powerful and in control now, huh?” Seokjin tugs at the cuffs. “My good little sub,” you coo against his ear as you drag a finger down his exposed chest. The words have a visceral effect on him and cause him to jerk under you. “Stay put, my dear. I don’t want you to go anywhere.” You roll off of him, feet hitting the floor a moment later. After a bit of fiddling, you let your pants fall to the floor then move around the bed to stand near Seokjin’s feet. He’s staying perfectly still like a good boy, not so confident and brash as he was mere minutes ago, and you grab hold of the pants that are still lingering around his ankles.

“B-Baby, please,” Seokjin whines.

“Please what? Use your words, love.” You yank the pants down, leaving him to be in his underwear alone. A preying smile creeps across your lips as you crawl onto the bed.

“No,” he says once you’re straddling him. “Figure it out yourself.” You press your crotch against his own, following the curve of his cock with your core. Seokjin brings down his cuffed hands and grabs hold of your hips. The span of his hands spreads across your skin and dances across the lace.

“No no no, lovely. That’s not how things work. You tell me exactly what you want, and I deliver. You know why, Jinnie?” Seokjin whines when you rub against him. Your tongue dances across your lips at the sight of him so desperate and needy for your touch. “I asked a question, love, are you going to answer it?”

“Be-Because you’re in control.”

“Yes, love, good job!” You lean down to lay a kiss on his lips. “Not so bratty now, huh?”

“N-No, am not.”

“Exactly, and since you’re being such a good boy, we’re going to get straight to business.” Sitting up straight again, you reach down between Seokjin’s hands and your legs to tug at the band of his underwear. You hesitate over his hardened member. The heat from his skin reaches your hand. “Do you want me, baby? To fill up your tiny little baby? Hah, I bet you get off at the thought of your tiny little baby girl being in complete control over you.” You gently squeeze his cock, fingers closing around him and drawing a prolonged moan out of him.

“Please, I want – I want you, I really want you. I need you. Please, Y/N, please.” You laugh at the whine in Seokjin’s tone and bring his cock up to tease your folds. Seokjin got you this lingerie set for a very specific reason: to fuck you in it. The lovely crotch-less set gives him the perfect access to your pussy.

“Begging becomes you, Jinnie.” You sigh in content as you sink down on his cock, the stretch filling you up as you bury his member inside you. “God, you’re so big I can barely fit you all in me.” You laugh to relieve yourself of the slight sting.

Glancing up at Seokjin’s face, you try to catch his eye but he’s far too busy staring at the junction where his cock meets your pussy, sweat beading on his temples. You grind down on him. A low whine leaves his lips. Despite having his fingers on your hips, he doesn’t dare control your movements or pace. You’ve managed to put him in his place and quell his bratty side as you always do.

“Do you want me to take the cuffs off now, love? You’ve barely had them on.”

“No, keep them on, I-I ah please keep them on.” You grin down at your lover and his closed eyes as he enjoys the feel of your pussy stretching around him.

“Of course, my dear.” With that, you begin to bounce up and down on Seokjin’s dick, feeling the tip of his member hits your sweet spot with each thrust. “F-Fuck,” you exhale as you take his cock. “Holy shit, Seokjin, you’re so big.”

“Y-You’re just really sm-small. So so tiny around my big cock. Fu-fuck, you take me so well.” You can’t resist bringing your hand down to his neck and close your fingers gently around it. Seokjin moans in response.

“Hah, look who’s talking big again.” You drop down on his dick particularly hard, and the man under you writhes at the contact, rewarding you with a beautiful wanton moan.

“No-Not my fault, yo-you’re so tight and small fuc-fuck.” Seokjin throws his head back, hips bucking up to fuck into you. “I’m al-already close.” His hands falter on your hips, slipping down to your core, and he presses two fingers against your bundle of nerves.  

Your free hand slips down to grab Seokjin by the handcuffs. You yank his  hands off you with a little click of your tongue.

“Oh no no no. We aren’t even close to being done. We’re gonna have lots more fun tonight, love. You aren’t cumming anytime soon on my watch.”

[lavenderek]

i have a thought to express, feel free to scroll past.

i’m gonna discuss rape and sexual abuse in this post. it’s also long because i don’t really have a conclusion, it’s just some thoughts. 

so i was looking into that reality show that facilitated shane dawson’s horrible movie “not cool” and i stumbled across a reddit thread posted by someone who was a fan of his as a preteen. the OP alleged that shane’s content contributed to them developing some serious issues including body dysmorphia and the normalization of sexual behavior involving children. 

some of the comments were in support and agreement, but a large amount of them were like, “where were your parents? it’s not shane’s job to police what you see online. it’s not his fault you were too young for his content.” 

now, shane was well aware from the jump that his fans were mostly kids and teens - he talked about it multiple times - but that’s not what this post is about. this post is about that particular argument, which does not sit well with me.

it reminded me of a couple years ago when i made a very critical post about c*ptive prince. 

pause: i want to make it crystal clear that i am not drawing a comparison between people who like cp and shane dawson. i’m not mad anymore, so i am not making this post making a value judgment on cp or fans of it, positive or negative. 

specifically, i was really bothered by the way cp content was posted and shared with no mention of or reference to the actual material. people were calling it a queer romance. it was a little-known series by a little-known author, so there were no synopses anywhere online, only the summary you’d see on the back of the book. so people would seek out cp thinking it was a romance and be blindsided by the fact that, spoilers, the story is set in a fantasy world where child rape is a major tenet of society. the scenes are explicit, detailed, and many. it’s not a thing that happens once or twice and is a major plot point, it’s a thing that happens multiple times in every chapter and is just kind of a thing that’s going on. if you’ve ever read twilight, i would compare the presence of rape in cp to the presence of rain in twilight.

like, that’s how often it happened, that’s how it was treated. sometimes with indifference, sometimes with a negative opinion, sometimes it caused problems, bella talks about it every two pages. it is a very rapey series. 

and people like, did not want to discuss this. they were like, “the characters decide the rape is bad in the end. and that’s not even what the story is about, it just happens in the story. i don’t know what to tell you.” like... people were not receptive to any kind of conversation about this topic lmfao, it was very touchy. they wanted to acknowledge that rape itself is bad, and then they wanted the subject closed. 

now, why is this a problem? i read the books. there were parts i enjoyed, and there were parts i didn’t enjoy. i’m not gonna reread them, but i’m still game to talk about it. ultimately i wanted to be able to talk about books with a friend of mine, and while i was like, “yikes, this is a lot of rape, was not expecting the volume of rape,” it didn’t occur to me this would be a pervasive issue at all until a different friend of mine happened upon it. this other friend was a rape survivor, and i happened to know she would find this content very upsetting. when she said she was thinking of buying the book, i was like, “halt, you know what happens in it, right?” 

nope! she didn’t. she saw cute fanart and a ficlet on her dash, somebody told her it was a queer romance. nowhere was there any indicator in summaries online or the posts she was seeing that the book would describe a person being drugged and sexually abused. she was pretty relieved that i’d warned her and shaken that that’s what happens in the books lmao. she would never have guessed. the cp fandom was made up of people who loved the main pairing, and they’d talk about them being in love and draw them being in love, and it felt like everybody was just acting like the rape wasn’t even present in the books lmao. 

pause: i didn’t go in the tags. this is not representative of the fandom as a whole. this is just my and my friend’s experience of it as passive internetgoers.

people got uncomfortable and a little defensive if i brought it up. they’d agree to tag for cp, but if you don’t know what cp is about, that isn’t helpful information. like that post that’s like, “waterboarding at guantanamo bay sounds like a lot of fun if you don’t know what either of those things are” lmao. if you don’t know what cp is about, tagging for it just tells you what it’s called. and it very clearly ruined everyone’s fun if i talked about this. 

so that’s what i was mad about, i was mad that i felt as though there was no recourse here, and i was mad because i felt like the cp fandom was the emperor’s new clothes. nobody was acting like it even existed and everybody got uncomfortable if i brought it up, like, i legitimately wondered at some point if i had somehow accidentally read a kinky rewrite of it, that the real version did not have rape in it and nobody knew what i was talking about. i felt like i was going crazy and i got shitty in the middle of the night one time, and wrote that post. 

i ultimately deleted it, so i do not remember how it was worded; but i do recall that it was a venting post, it was not intended to reach a wider audience. i was not trying to convince anyone in that moment, i was just talking shit. so i can bet that it probably came across as very judgmental and unkind. 

i made a bunch of people very angry with that post. somebody got thousands of notes by reblogging with an impassioned smackdown saying basically what those redditors were saying about shane - it’s not their job to police what people see online. it’s not their fault you were unprepared for cp. 

i do not think this is a nuanced enough argument because i do not think it acknowledges that not all content is created equal. 

i even got an anon ask in good faith saying, well, a huge trigger for me is body horror, and people will draw or reblog stuff with body horror in it, and i can’t hold that against them. 

and like, no, you can’t, but body horror is not the same as rape or child sexual abuse. body horror isn’t the same as sex trafficking. right? like those things aren’t comparable in the way that i think the anon was wanting them to be. they were saying that both of these are common triggers that people would want tagged and be unable to move past in media, you know? and i get that, i got what they were saying. 

kind of like that cartoonist who wrote a spooky horror comic a while ago and somebody sent them an ask being like, “that was really scary, you usually post fun comics, this was damaging, unfollowed :/” like obviously a stranger’s fear of spooky things is not something he should be expected to take on on his own blog lmao. i am deeply afraid of ghosts, by the way. 

but according to rainn.org, 1 in 5 women experience rape in their lifetime. 1 in 5 women are not frightened by literal ghosts in their lifetime. 1 in 3 girls and 1 in 7 boys aren’t body horrored. body horror and ghosts aren’t used on a global scale as tools to control and abuse people and they do not have the same connotations of shame, degradation, and control. the things are not the same. 

i don’t have an easy answer. i can’t wave my magic wand and make people not enjoy the rape erotica, nor was that my goal in the first place. i wasn’t clutching my pearls like, “how dare you! do not draw this art! think of the children!” and i don’t know how else i would have solved the problem, aside from having a weird disclaimer under your art of two dudes cuddling that says “warning, these dudes are from a book that’s got several thousand words of explicit rape in it, and i know that, you’re not the only one seeing that,” like that’s a lot and i get it. 

i don’t have an easy answer because there isn’t one. i felt like “well, that’s not my problem” was an easy answer. 

as i get older, the more responsibility i have as an adult online to maintain boundaries between me and minors, for example. i am not responsible for their internet experience and they can’t get mad at me for cussing or writing about gay werewolves on my blog, but i do have to be mindful of that context if i’m interacting with someone online. that’s where the complexity comes in. you can’t wash your hands of the context of the things you say and do online. 

just how to solve these problems, i did not know then and i do not know now. i guess we take it on a case by case basis. 

if you’re curious about shane dawson and his horrible movie, by the way, this guy did a few funny videos about the horrible movie and this guy did a not funny but comprehensive breakdown of shane and his career. 

and i tried to tint my eyebrows for the first time the other day, i have red hair and my eyebrows are darker than my hair for some reason, so i tried to use an eyebrow tint to lift my brows just like, a shade, so be closer to my hair? but in doing this i discovered that my eyebrows are a mixture of red and brown? 

so the red hairs lifted to a sunny orange, and the brown hairs stayed brown. so my eyebrows are fully like, calico right now. boom, orange juice, that’s life

[strayficks]

Combined these two! For anon and @haneulpati 💝 sorry this took so long to finish, but here it is now. Hope you like it! And requests are open again, request for other groups and skz are accepted, make them as descriptive as possible! ⚘

"What the fuck?" You felt dazed, memories of last night coursing trough your head as you propped yourself on your elbow. You didnt even drink anything, how the hell did you get he- you just remembered. 'I dare you to sleep with Jinnie.' Jisung's voice rang in your head as a grunt subconciously forced it's way out from your throat.

"Damn him." You muttered. By 'sleep' doesnt mean fuck, well, it was the first thing that came to your mind when he said it. Jisung meant 'sleep' as in closing your eyes and waking up, nothing to do with any sexual interaction. You agreed of course, you would be a dumbass if you were to pass an opportunity to 'sleep' with your crush.

You were trying hard not to look beside you, but your head moved towards his direction. Your heart was thumping againts your chest, knowing what's coming but wondering at the same time. You watched the way his chest raised and fell, a frown on his brows as his plump lips uttered something that oddly sounds like a moan.

Your eyes widened, is he having a wet dream? You took your eyes off of him immediately, shutting your eyes and ignoring the strong urge to keep watching. You didnt even notice he had opened his eyes, until he spoke up, that is.

"Gonna keep staring?" You jumped a little, shocked and flustered. You gathered yourself for a second, thinking of a way to respond to the guy you've been crushing on for the past three months.

"You are very attractive. Therefore, i will stare at you." He rubbed his eyes, a lazy smile reached his lips. His brows were furrowed after he looked at the clock perched up on the wall of Jisung's room.

"It's literally 4 AM. Go back to sleep." You scretched your arms, curling your toes as a way to cover your blush as you turned away from him, legs dangling off the bed and thoughts still running inside your head about what he was dreaming about.

"Cant. Where's Jisung? Im gonna kill him in his sleep, do we have a chainsaw? Or a lawn mo-"

You felt a tiny push on your back as the bed moved.

"Let's cuddle, c'mon. You can trust me." You looked behind your shoulders, you cant help but stare at his features. From the way his lips were parted with a teasing smile, the way he looks agonizingly good when he literally just woke up. Your heart noticed this too, god, you might just be having a cardiac arrest right then and there.

Your eyes would've traveled further down if the rest of his body wasnt covered in a blanket.

"You can't trust someone who looks that good with a bed head." You muttered under your breath, which stopped midway when you heard him say;

"I heard that, you know. Would you reconsider if you were sober?"

You were facing him now, legs crossed as he settled his head on his hand, elbow propping his head as he asked you.

"I am sober. The question is, are you?"

"Fuck yes. Cuddles?" He was holding up both of his hands in the air, a silent gesture for you to fill the gap in between his arms. You might regret this, but the giddy feeling bubbling up in your stomach is just cheering for you to jump- wait, cuddle him. You squirmed under your clothes, fidgeting with the thin fabric until the words flew out.

"Fuck it." You crawled closer to him, catching a glimpse of his face as he wiggles his eyebrows. You were nervous yeah, but you were enjoying every second of it without a doubt. It was until Hyunjin put his hand over your stomach to make you closer, your butt making contact with his groin.

"Hyunjin! I thought we were cuddling!" You rolled off of him, laying on your side as you looked at him dissaprovingly. He shrugged as a beautiful smile adamant on his lips.

"Change of plans?"

"You're lucky i like you, or else-" Hyunjin cuts you off with a kiss. It wasn't gentle kiss; it's rough and hungry, like Hyunjin has suffered an insatiable thirst for you. His tongue pushes into your mouth and tangoes with yours as you kissed him back. Our mouths move against each other's frantically; you dig your nails into his back, his arms, the nape of his neck and through his hair.

"I was dreaming about you." The throbbing sensation between your legs was growing, even more so the harder Hyunjin's erection rubs against the thin layer of fabric separating your clothed thigh from his.

"Well, dreaming about fucking you." Hyunjin's mouth moves to your neck, sucking and biting hard enough for you to hiss and gasp in pleasure and a bit of pain.

"Maybe i can help?" You were aware of what you were doing. You were kissing your crush for god's sake. Hard, that is. Your eyes rolled back and close to the rhythm of his mouth teasing and torturing you sensitive skin. You bit his ear gently, but it does little to faze him. And as you bite and taste his skin in your mouth, he undoes the buttons of your jeans, stopping to ask you.

"Are you sure?" He asked, eyes burning against yours as he looks for any uncertant reaction. You nodded and brought his face down to your again.

"Im sure. I want this." He removed every piece of clothing you had on, your naked body is exposed to him, pressing against his clothed body. You pressed your thighs together to satiate the pulsing sensation of your pussy; one that Hyunjin can effortlessly cause on you.

Hyunjin grips the collar of his shirt and pulls it off over his head after you sit on the bed. It's like the holy grail, seeing his body exposed so close to you. His shirt is tossed to the side, and you were given an unrestricted view- the firm muscles on his stomach, the veins tracing his skin.

Your breathing fluctuates when you look at him; he has the body of a god, undoubtedly. And all You want is to get your hands on it. Sure enough, he lets me. With a bite of his lip, Hyunjin gently takes your hand in his and places it on the higher point of his stomach.

You suck in a breath and look up at him; over the strong definition of his arms, his skin is hot to the touch. He suddenly flips you over on your stomach, you can't see what he's doing, but you can hear just fine. Being so restricted in sight is nerve wrecking, and only having your hearing aid increases your apprehension even more.

He's unbuckling the rest of his belt, tossing it onto the floor before unzipping his jeans. You want to turn around; you want to see him completely naked and bared to you, but you know he wouldn't let me look at him

"You have the perfect ass," he says, tracing his finger down your spine until his hand grabs you there.

"Arch your back a little so I can feel it against me." You do as he said until your ass is against his hips. His erection is firmly against you; you can barely breathe.

"Perfect, baby," he beams behind me. "You're fucking perfect." He takes a moment to slip his jeans and his briefs off. The condom wrapper he got from the pocket of his jeans opens; he puts quickly and situates himself behind you again.

You can feel the entirety of his cock now without it hidden behind his pants. You whimpered out and begged for it all, and he gives it to you -one swift movement and his shaft is deep inside you.

You cry out into the sheets; he doesn't move, only holds it there and basks in on your moans

"How badly do you want me to thrust, hm?" he asks you before groaning. "Fuck, I can feel your pussy throbbing already."

"Badly," you answer, begging him to fuck you without restraint. His body presses into your back, his hands pinning your wrists above your head and into the mattress before he moves his hips and motions his dick in and out. You panted and gritted your teeth in pleasure as he moves faster; you can feel the tip of his manhood back at your clit before it returns inside you again. He grunts simultaneously with the hard thrust of his erection that made you scream.

And he continues to please you quickly beforehe slows down and creates a rhythm withhis hips that pushes his dick into a different direction inside of you-a direction that rubs against the upward section of your walls.

"Pull my hair," you breathed out. "Please."

Hyunjin's laugh makes electric sensations all throughout your body. With one hand holding your wrists down, the other holds your hair and yanks it back. He stares at you from the right side of your face. You looked back at him before he pulls your hair back further. He's as restless as you are. He lets go of your wrists and snakes his arm underneath you, pressing his body deeper into yours while holding you up beneath from your hips.

You support myself up with my elbows but it's a tiring job; your limbs are useless at this point. And when he begins biting and kissing your ear and your neck, you almost collapsed. Hair still held back, he kissed you hard on the mouth while grinding into you slower and slower. His body is hot against you; you can feel his chest, firm and strong, push and pull with his breath. Youre close to coming, but Hyunjin won't let you.

"Don't come until I say so," he said to you. The rasp in his voice is driving you crazy; it's makiing it harder for you not to come.

He thrusts faster, his groans and grunts audible instead of concealed like they were before. Letting go of your hair, he uses both hands to prop himself up above you to move even faster. The bed moves with you, damn. Jisung's gonna be mad but you couldn't care less at this point; you cried that you were going to come. but this time he lets you. Your pussy convulses around his manhood before pulsing to a speechless and gasping for air.

One last push of his hips and Hyunjin comes shortly after. His last movements are rough and abrupt before his dick jerked inside you into climax. His breathing is heavy, gradually settling to a pant. You lay on the bed and rested your face into the sheets as he finishes off. And before he pulls out, his forehead lays on my shoulders. You can hear him laughing an airy laugh, mixed in with the rigid nature of his rapid breath.

He pulls himself out and got up. You want to get up, but you were nearly immobile; right when he is out of you, you realized how big his dick was.

Jesus, you feel like you took more than you could handle.

"He was supposed to just 'sleep' with her." The alarm on your face and Hyunjin's is a quick shift from how you guys were before. You jump up and hurry for your clothes while Hyunjin rushed to put his jeans on.

"My poor bed! Fuck. So much for a dare."

Jisung said with his mouth agape and standing in the doorway, Minho trailing behind his back with a dumbfounded look on his face.

[kpopaeipathy]

In Love (Globe) With You (Yoongi Oneshot)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. J-Hope)

Genre: Fluff / Magic AU! (kinda haha)

Prompt: It’s almost midnight, and it seems we are spending New Year’s Eve stuck in this snow globe.

Summary: You and Yoongi have been secretly dating for a while now, but your friends aren’t aware and keep trying to set you up in all sorts of ways. Between your friends’ antics and the suspiciously well-placed mistletoe you two manage to avoid, just how long can you keep your lips sealed for? Not long enough if it depends on Hoseok.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is also for the monthly prompts of @yoonkooknetwork​, I had to change a few things and add some magic, so I hope y’all like it ^^ I swear it’s only a coincidence that Yoongi’s drabbles for this Winter thing is all magic hehe

Requested by anon.

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It was the third time today that you had to escape the mistletoe hanging all over the office. It wasn't that you wouldn't want to kiss Yoongi all the time, but you had promised to keep it a secret until the New Year's Eve party was over, where one of you would get promoted, and you didn't want people to stare at you as if promoting one of you would create a relationship problem.

In fact, you had already talked about it. Both you and Yoongi really wanted each other to win the promotion, not only because you wanted the best for each other, but also because you believed the other deserved that job more. So it was decided that no matter what happens, you would be extremely happy for each other.

Even so, it was good that people wouldn't be looking at you and expecting you to yell at each other at any moment.

Unfortunately, your friends didn't care at all about whatever might happen. For them, you and Yoongi (who had liked each other for a long time) should get together soon and that's it.

And so began your saga.

Since the beginning of December, when the entire office was decorated for the holidays, your friends have put up mistletoes all over the place, arranged meetings that were unexpectedly canceled when only you and Yoongi arrived in the boardroom, and they even scheduled a skating ride on the lake (where only you and Yoongi showed up because everyone else had a problem they couldn't escape to meet you).

If they weren't so obvious in their mischief, they might even have caught you and Yoongi together, kissing, holding hands or looking shamelessly at each other. But it was crystal clear that they were doing it on purpose and kept watching as they left you "alone", so it was very easy for you and Yoongi to run away or pretend nothing was happening... At least until Christmas.

Suddenly, the mistletoes began to appear wherever you went, it just had to be a place that you and Yoongi constantly frequent. Not only the mistletoes, but the innuendos became much more clear when your friends started making jokes about how you and Yoongi liked each other.

It was getting harder and harder to hide your relationship from them, mainly because you couldn't be alone at any time, even if that was your friends' intention (or almost that as they wanted to see everything).

When you arrived at the office for the New Year's party, you noticed that there were mistletoes hanging all the way down the hall, all over the dance floor, and right above the punch. Your friends were certain that you and Yoongi would be together sometime in one of those places, so you ran at least three times away from Yoongi and the mistletoes. And all you have to do was hide in one of the forgotten meeting rooms (since it had no mistletoe).

Staying there for half an hour gave you at least some peace, though you still had to stay away from the one person you wanted to be with tonight. The peace didn't last long, since Hoseok found you.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Hoseok asked with a tight-lipped smile, trying to look like the innocent that didn't exist in him at that moment.

"Well, it's kinda jungly out there," you looked at him with a frown as the bright-toothed smile finally showed on his face. "So I thought I'd wait for someone to prune the place."

"Why don't you two just stop running from each other?" He asked as he sat next to you.

Your response was a shrug.

“It'd be so much easier,” he continued, “if you let this passion that everybody see in you come to light. So what if you're gonna have a problem early in the relationship when the promotion comes out? A relationship without a fight sometimes is not funny.”

You were unable to contain your own smile when you heard that.

“It's not that simple…” You shut up suddenly. It was much easier to just run away from the pitfalls than to explain how much you and Yoongi would hate the pitying glances of the people around you.

"It can't be that complicated either," he ventured, but got no other answer from you.

Sighing, Hoseok got up and asked you to keep waiting for him where you were, before rushing out of the meeting room.

If he had not looked at you, just before closing the door, with a mischievous smile, you could even imagine that his intentions were good and that he would have no other way of bringing you and Yoongi together. But that smile could only mean trouble, and you knew that Hoseok was the most troublemaker of your friends, since with him it wasn't just normal madness. From time to time, he would mix a little magic.

It was hard for you to believe at first, but after a while, it seemed pretty normal that one of your best friends was a wizard. At least he was nice and always aimed for good when he did his crazy things, regardless of making mistakes sometimes.

Either way, you wouldn't leave that room until it was time to announce the promotion, so whatever Hoseok's joke was, he could bring it to you. And it took about thirty minutes for him to come back, which made you even more apprehensive.

"A snow globe?" You couldn't think of anything more original to ask when your friend placed the object in front of you.

"Well, it's not just a snow globe," he explained with a shrug. “My grandmother gave it to me when I found out I was a wizard. It is a snow globe, but it is also a kind of crystal ball. It's kind of weird, because it only works in the winter and you can only ask it one question every year. I thought it would be a good idea for you to ask it what to do, since we are all sure that you and Yoongi should be together, but you're running from each other.”

"I already know what I want to do, Hoseok," you huffed, with a skewed look at the crystal ball/snow globe. It couldn't be that simple.

"Not always what we want to do is the right thing," he shrugged again. This was definitely very suspicious. "This will take away any questions you have and show you exactly how to proceed now."

Still suspicious, you kept looking at the snow globe, wondering if you really should let a magical object decide your fate (which you thought you had already decided with your conversation with Yoongi).

"Come on, it doesn't hurt to try," Hoseok insisted. “All that can happen is that you don't like the answer and do what you want anyway.”

You knew this was another framing from Hoseok, but you couldn't imagine what he could do with it. Also, you were very curious and tired of running from your boyfriend. What could happen so badly? Hoseok convince you to stop under a mistletoe? It was not obligatory for you to kiss someone in this situation. You just had to do what you wanted.

"Okay," you decided. "What do I have to do?"

“Just touch the globe and ask what you want.”

Simple. It was a simple answer. It seemed simple.

But as usual, nothing was that simple with Hoseok.

The moment you touched the globe, the fake snow inside began to fly, as if you had turned on the object by touching it. But what fascinated you most was that once you asked if you should stay with Yoongi at that moment, all you could see was snow. Literally. Not only through the glass of the snow globe you were touching. Suddenly there was snow everywhere, as if you were inside the globe you were holding just a second ago.

"I'll kill him," Yoongi's voice invaded your ears as soon as you started looking up, looking for the glass that probably separated you from Hoseok, who would still de sitting in the meeting room, laughing at his own joke that had worked.

You turned to the place where you heard Yoongi's voice and were not surprised to see your boyfriend also trapped inside the snow globe. Sighing, you and Yoongi met each other in the snow.

"What did he say to convince you to touch the globe?" Yoongi asked as soon as he reached you and put his hands on your bare arms, rubbing them to keep them warm.

"I couldn't imagine this was the consequence of 'nothing to lose'," you said, thinking you didn't need to explain what Hoseok had said. If you knew your friend well, he probably said the same thing to both of you. And since both you and Yoongi were fed up with having to hide, you knew he would believe your friend just as you did. "What will we do now?"

"I don't think he'll let us out if we don't get together," he answered, even without having to. You already expected this part.

"Does that mean we're stuck in this snow globe until new year?"

"Well, if he wants us to be together and we need to get out to get the promotion, better get it over with, don't you think?" Yoongi's voice came out so hopeful that you raised your eyebrows and widened your eyes a little.

"Did you..." You couldn't finish the question.

Would it be so bad that Yoongi no longer wanted to wait? Would it be so bad that he could have set this up with Hoseok? The answer to these questions was as simple as the answer you got from Hoseok. No. In fact, it would be amazing not to have to hide and be able to stay with Yoongi anytime. But before you could ignore your own question, Yoongi said:

“I wouldn't mind stopping running away from you,” and with that answer, Yoongi held your face lovingly and glued his lips to yours, quickly warming your body, regardless of the snow that surrounded you.

You didn't even notice that Hoseok's spell wasn't over and that you would remain stuck in the snow globe until after you announced the promotion. All that mattered was that you and Yoongi were finally in each other's arms, not having to worry about what others would say or think.

[ober-affen-geil]

I am so very glad I asked about paper that was both informative and interesting, thank you! (also now I'm mad at your university for the deacidification thing because why are people stupid, someone got very overexcited there) I guess my biggest question now is: what are the fun parts of your job, now that I've gotten you to rant about evil office supplies? (Archives are one of those things that I love in theory and am too scared of to actually approach in practice, so this is very informative)

Anon I adore you. And if you want a blow-by-blow account of how to use an archive in person I am happy to give it, either in a post or over dms because they are deffo intimidating.

But what do I love about my job? It brings the past into the present.

And I love finding something that we have in our stacks that makes someone go OH THAT’S SO COOL, because there’s always something. There’s always at least one thing that makes it click for that person, and I love to watch that moment happen. I also adore being able to answer reference questions from not only across the country, but around the world.

For me personally though? It’s the little things. All of the stuff that we have in our personal collections is literally one of a kind, it wouldn’t get you anything on EBay but it is utterly unique, and it reveals so much about the people the material belonged to.

The first collection I processed belonged to a professor who had attended several doctoral defenses and he had the thesis write-up to at least one in his personal collection. He had doodled all over the margins.

A woman who went on to do many other things with her life had a close male friend who was killed in the attack on Pearl Harbor. She put the letters leading up to the attack, including several that had envelopes stamped “return to sender”, into an empty makeup case and tucked it away. She donated the letters to us decades later, along with her many other papers, and they were still in that makeup case. Which we still have.

A man who was career Army and a veteran of both World Wars collected confetti from a victory parade in France in 1918 into an envelope and kept it.

A woman lost her teenage son in the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918. She was at his bedside, caring for him, and kept a meticulous log of his condition; the time, his temperature, etc. Including his time of death.

We have close to the full kit of a WWI veteran (different dude than confetti guy) down to his socks and mess tin. We also have his Klan robe.

A woman who kept scrapbooks wrote on the inside of one of the covers “do not destroy or look at without permission” as though it was her diary.

We have the collection of a Russian engineer who fled the Revolution and a good chunk of his material is not in English, because somehow he landed in podunk Louisiana. At the end of one of his scrapbooks that has pictures of early planes, there are also pictures of a child’s birthday party, clown included.

I mean it’s just…we have books in our collection whose pages are older than this country. Working in an archive makes me feel like the whole world of the past is opening at my feet, and it is utterly terrifying and unendingly wonderful. I have never felt more a part of humanity than when I am pulling boxes and scanning material. I know things about people long dead that are deeply personal and it brings them to life under my hands.

So the fun part of my job? Is all of it.

[peaceisadirtyword]

Off-Screen (Alex Høgh/Reader)

A/N: Hi! For this, I combined two requests; one from @ateliefloresdaprimavera and another one of some lovely anon that was very very similar. I’m so sorry I didn’t ask you before combining the two requests, I tried to make them separated but I couldn't :( If you don’t like it feel free of telling me and I can try and do something else for you☺️💕

I always get very nervous when posting requests because I'm afraid of disappointing you, but I really hope you like this and it’s not too boring!💜  

And thank you @ateliefloresdaprimavera and dear anon for requesting this!😘

Warnings: Fluff, Marco has a big mouth, mentions of sex, Alex is cute, he cheats on video games, my questionable way of writing.

Words: 2382

gif belongs to @scandiwood 

"And... Cut! Amazing, guys, you did it so well!" Katheryn smiled excitedly at you "It's a pleasure to work with you... Now, go rest a bit before the next scene... Where are Georgia and Jordan? We're shooting their scene now!"

You smiled at Alex getting up from your seat.

"You did well" he said, getting up with more difficulties, as he was wearing Ivar's braces.

"Well, thank you, it's an honor coming from you" you laughed, hitting his arm "I'd tell you the same but you always do it perfect, so...It wouldn't be any news"

He rolled his eyes.

"I fucked it up twice with the script... Can I go to your trailer later to go through the lines?" He asked out loud, so the extras would hear him. 

"Yeah, of course" you nodded, smiling.

"Okay, see you later" he kissed your cheek, something normal as he always kissed everyone's cheek, especially Marco's, who wasn't really a fan of that "Bye, love"

You noticed how he widened his eyes and bit his lip, worried. You just winked at him before leaving for your trailer, needing some rest after the intense scene you just shoot.

You started working on Vikings at the same time as Alex, Marco, Ida, David and Jordan, playing the half-sister of the Ragnarssons, Freyja, Aslaug's and Harbard's daughter. Given Ivar and Freyja's close relationship, most of your scenes were with Alex, so you had a very special relationship with him, being your first and best friend in there. 

You lied down on the couch, unlocking your phone and opening Instagram. Alex had posted a photo of you on set that he took a few days before, in which you were on Freyja's costume, with a blanket over your shoulders and looking at the camera, smiling shyly. You had to admit that Alex worked magic with that camera; you had dark circles under your eyes, your hair was a mess and the make up was ruined after a long day of filming, but he managed to make you look like a model. 

The fans liked Freyja, at least most of them, so the comments were full of compliments and nice things;

Omg she's so beautiful😍

I don't know if I'm jealous of her for being so close to Alex or I'm jealous of Alex for being so close to her.

Guys tell us the date for the wedding

Am I the only one who ships Ivar and Freyja a lot?? I mean, I know she's his sister and this is not Game of Thrones but... Seriously, Alex and Y/N have so much chemistry that I can only wish they are an actual couple.

The last comment had hundreds of likes, which made you blush. It was really nice to read that people liked your work and the character you loved playing so much... And the fact that they thought you and Alex would make a good couple...

If only they knew, you thought, biting you lip as you kept scrolling through the comments. 

Alex, you better make a move soon or I'll ask for her hand in marriage

Y/N is so pretty... I wish I looked like her

You frowned and immediately pressed on "reply" to write a quick message to her. 

Thank you♥️ And I'm sure you are beautiful too!

You closed Instagram, entering Twitter to find the photo everywhere. Apparently the fans thought it was really sweet that Alex shared so many photos of you. 

Please someone tell me that @y/n and Alex are already together because I NEED IT.

Just imagine how their children would be... I mean, can they have better genes??

@y/n is not only an amazing actress and a beautiful woman, she's really sweet and nice too, and I think Alex and her would be really cute together

You liked some tweets and answered to others before locking your phone again and getting up to fix your hair a bit and take the script. Alex probably would come soon. 

As you were focused reading your lines for the next scene, you didn't hear the door opening and almost yelled when a strong pair of arms hugged your waist from behind. You relaxed when you heard Alex's soft chuckle on your ear. 

"Hi" he muttered, kissing your cheek. You smiled and turned around to kiss him. God, you'd been wishing to do that since you saw him that morning, but you couldn't as the set was full of extras.

Alex hummed against your lips, smiling when you hugged his neck tightly. 

"Hello" you broke the kiss, biting your lip and smiling back to him. 

Alex looked at you intensely before kissing you again. 

"I missed you"

"You literally saw me fifteen minutes ago"

"Too much time" he whined, frowning "Besides, I haven't kissed you since yesterday"

As you had been together only for a few months, you were still in that phase where you literally needed to be together and make out all the time. 

"You made my social media go crazy with that photo" 

"Isn't the best photo ever? I think it's my favorite"

"I think you're exaggerating" you rolled your eyes, hitting his chest.

"I'm not" he pretended to be offended "Ask the fans, they think you look beautiful"

You sighed, playing with the details of his Ivar costume.

"Are we being too obvious?"

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N, I've been flirting with you on instagram since we met, remember that comment on your photo in Dublin where I said I loved Dublin's monuments? I wasn't talking about the castle or the Trinity College, love"

"Oh my god, that was the worst one"

"You loved it"

You rolled your eyes.

"So, you mean that even if we were touchy and flirty in public no one would notice because we already do that?"

"Yeah" he shrugged "I didn't notice either, Marco told me the other day, that's why I didn't wrote the caption I wanted on the photo and I just put your name"

"What did you want to write?" 

"I wanted to write that I have the most beautiful views from my office"

"God, Andersen, you really should learn better lines"

"Come on! This one was nice!" 

You chuckled, putting your hands on his shoulders to kiss him. He hugged your waist and deepened the kiss.

"We should really go through those lines, shouldn't we?" 

"Yeah" you agreed, but continued kissing him anyway. None of you touched the script, and you fucked it up several times on your next scene. 

"I don't know if I'll make it on time, love... We haven't started the interview yet and it's gonna last half an hour or so..."

You sighed, laying on your couch with the phone on your ear.

"It's fine, I can wait"

"I promise I will call you when I get out and I'll pick up the food before going to your apartment"

"Okay" you smiled softly "I'll wait for you in here... I'm going to watch the interview, by the way"

"Oh, perfect, I look stunning today"

"Shut up, see you later"

"Bye beautiful"

You hung up the phone, leaving it on the table before taking the tv control and turning it on, looking for the channel in which Alex and Marco would give the interview in a few minutes.

Alex hadn't lied, he looked too good, you bit your lip dreamily as you watched his beautiful smile and listened to his cute accent. How did you get so lucky to call this man your boyfriend?

"So, Alex, Marco, you spend a lot of time with Y/N, who plays your sister Freyja in the show... Is she as nice and pretty in person too?"

Marco chuckled and looked at Alex, letting him answer this question. 

"Yeah, Y/N is amazing, she has this... Light, you could say, she's a very good actress of whom I've learnt a lot, and a wonderful person, she's always there to help you and she's always smiling and her laugh is contagious... I feel very very lucky of having her in my life" 

You blushed, but smiled with some tears in your eyes. 

Marco was holding back a laugh.

"Yeah, Y/N is a blessing" he agreed, helping Alex to hide his excitement of talking about you "She's even more nice than you could imagine, and we spend a lot of time together, especially now that Alex and her are together and..." He froze, realizing what he just said. You gasped and your heart skipped a beat. Marco! 

Alex did an amazing job recomposing himself in seconds and clearing his throat, looking at Marco as he kept talking. 

"It's amazing to work with her, and she is really good at playing Fifa, too" Marco smiled, pretending he hadn't said anything special. 

Luckily, the interviewer noticed their reaction and changed the topic. After breathing in relief, you noticed your phone was going crazy with notifications. 

Oh, fuck. The last photo Alex posted of you was on fire.

DID YOU HEAR THAT? THEY'RE TOGETHER THEY'RE TOGETHER MARCO THANK YOU 

I don't know why all of you act so surprised, I mean it was obvious

Marco is their shipper number one

OMG I KNEW IT 

ALEX POST MORE PHOTOS OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND

Guys, calm down, maybe Marco said that only to hide that he's Alex's boyfriend😂, or maybe it's a joke, idk... We should wait until they confirm it. 

Without you realizing it, you were smiling. It was very nice to see most of the fans had good reactions at Marco's accidental revelation. 

You deactivated the notifications and immediately went to your messages. There were some messages from the rest of the cast, asking if everything was okay. You even got a text from Marco, saying he was very sorry, that he didn't mean to say it, that he hoped you weren't mad and that he would bring your favorite cake to you to the set next morning. 

You were so busy looking at the comments on the photo that you didn't realize the interview was over. 

When Alex arrived, he looked worried. He had brought the food, yes, and he quickly left it on the table before hugging you tightly. 

"Are you okay? I haven't looked at the comments, did they say something bad to you? I can record a video now saying Marco was only joking..."

"Hey, calm down" you smiled at him, caressing his cheek "It's fine, Alex, I've only read good things, they're actually pretty excited, let's eat and then we will think about it, okay?" 

He breathed deeply, relieved you didn't receive any death threats or anything like that, and nodded before kissing you softly. 

"I love you, and I'm actually really thankful to Marco for doing something I didn't have the guts to"

"I love you too" you smiled, hugging his waist and resting your head on his chest "Tell Marco I'm not mad at him, please, poor boy"

"He was so scared, begging me to forgive him before I even said anything" he chuckled "I got your favorite pizza, by the way"

"Alex! Stop cheating!"

"I'm not! It's not my fault I'm better than you!" 

You glared at him, feeling tempted of throwing the PS4 control to his head. 

"I know you are cheating"

"Learn how to lose properly, woman" he mocked you "And you know the rules, the loser has to go and make more popcorn" 

"You just made up that rule"

"And you just lost the game"

You growled and smacked him on the back of his head before taking the empty bowl and walking over to the kitchen, ignoring Alex's chuckles. 

While you waited for the popcorn, you received another notification. Guessing it was another photo of Alex and you in which the fans were tagging you with the breaking news that you were together, you opened it. 

It wasn't. 

Alex posted another photo of you. This time it was one he just took with his phone. You were on the couch, the control on your hands while you were focused on the tv, on winning the game. You didn't look bad, but what made you smile was the caption.

@ alexhoeghandersen: Ivar has the best sister ever and I have the best girlfriend ever. She's amazing and I am the luckiest man in this world. Thanks Marco. @ y/n, I love you even if you are an awful loser.

You smiled widely, biting your lip, quickly liking the photo and wiring a comment. 

@ alexhoeghandersen Pretty words aren't gonna save your ass on the next game, Andersen. I love u too anyway. 

There were hundreds of comments... The fans were even more excited than you. 

This is the cutest shit ever. 

Alex for fuck's sake let your girlfriend win. 

I knew it, it isn't like you were really hiding.

I'm more excited now than when my fiancee proposed to me 

MARCO YOU ARE AMAZING WE LOVE YOU

Even Marco commented;

You're welcome guys 😎

You closed the app and opened your photo gallery. You had a beautiful photo of Alex and you that you had taken a few days before, in which you were smiling to the camera, snuggling into his chest, and he was looking at you with a cute little smile on his face. 

You posted it, writing a small caption. 

@ y/n: @ alexhoeghandersen I love you, you cheater bastard, but prepare to lose.

You heard him laughing on the living room and a few moments later he appeared on the kitchen, a smile on his face. He hugged you and kissed your lips hungrily.

"I love you, prepare for tomorrow because I'm going to give you the best kiss of your life in front of everyone on set"

"Well I don't want to wait, I want that kiss now" you tilted your head, biting your lip with a small smile.

"You know what? I'm tired of playing video games" he muttered, biting your lip "I prefer playing something else"

Alex grabbed your ass, lifting you over the kitchen counter while kissing and biting your neck, making you gasp and moan in surprise. 

"Alex... Alex, the popcorn..."

"We'll eat them later" he half moaned as your body reacted to him "I'm always hungry after sex"

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I named Y/N’s character Freyja because I'm the most original person in the world. 

I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading♥️

[fruitcoops]

Hey I was wondering if you could write something kinda angsty but with a pretty ending with the cubs, I’m trynna project getting stood up and turning it into something nice and good, even if it’s just in my head. No pressure but I just wanna smile for a bit and your work always makes me do so :)))

Hello lovely! I’m so sorry that you were stood up--that feels awful and whoever did it missed out on a wonderful person. I’ve combined this with some other asks in the same vein (y’all wanted my boys to hurt) so I hope you don’t mind. Sending love and hugs your way! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove​ <3

1. Bad mental health day for Finn + pushing himself too hard + passing out (ft. Bee anon!)

2. O’Knutzy boiling over with a fluffy ending

3. Insecure Leo

TW for internalized guilt, vaguely implied self-harm (pushing himself too hard at practice), and relationship arguments

Finn had a few bad habits. He left dirty dishes in the sink, could never remember which setting the laundry was supposed to go on, and barely wiped his shoes on the doormat before entering the house. He wasn’t proud of his flaws, but he acknowledged that everyone had some—as long as they didn’t hurt anybody, it wasn’t the end of the world.

This one…this one was different. Even Finn knew that.

He gritted his teeth for the next set of squats, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the climbing nausea in his gut. The chart only said to do three reps, but he had been beating himself up for slacking a set earlier in the week and decided to do five to make up for it.

That, it seemed, was a poor decision.

His thighs were shaking when he finally put the weight down and he leaned on the wall to stabilize himself. “Fish? You okay?” Logan asked from the yoga mat to his right, staring up at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Finn lied. “Just straightened up too fast.”

“D’accord.” He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back as he left the gym and headed toward the showers.

Finn’s worst habit was taking care of himself, and it wasn’t something that could be explained away as “oh, silly Harzy” like the washing machine. He made a mental note to take some ibuprofen before driving home so he would be marginally less sore in the morning, but he had the sinking feeling it would be a rough practice the next day.

Remus and Talker were playing some sort of volleyball with an old balloon between their stalls when he entered; he missed getting nailed in the head by a narrow margin and waved off their apologies with a forced smile.

A hand closed around his bicep as he passed, snapping him back to reality as Leo’s bright eyes came into focus. “Hey, lovey, is Lo with you?”

“He’s finishing up.”

A small furrow appeared between Leo’s brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” Finn faked a yawn and stretched his arm over Leo’s shoulder, dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Cap’s workout just kicked my ass today.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes playfully as he passed. “You’re not a rookie anymore, O’Hara.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Logan entered the locker room a few minutes later; Finn closed his eyes and breathed in the thick steam of the shower until the fog in his head cleared a bit and he couldn’t feel the skin on his shoulders. It billowed off him as he dressed again and tossed the keys to Leo, who raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“You. There’s a little bit of slush left, and you still need to learn how to drive in it.” And I feel like I’m going to pass out at any minute. He swallowed down the last thought and pasted a teasing grin on his face—what Leo and Logan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It was his own fault for being lazy in the past.

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What Leo and Logan didn’t know apparently did hurt them. In hindsight, Finn should have seen that coming before he passed out in the middle of a scrimmage.

The lights of the coach’s office made his headache even worse. “Care to explain?” Arthur asked in a voice like frost. To his left, Sirius was glowering.

“I already told Hestia—”

“Yeah, I know what you told Hestia,” Arthur interrupted. “I want to hear it directly from you.”

Finn sighed through his nose and picked at a stray thread on his jersey. “I…I pushed myself a little too hard at yesterday’s practice and didn’t say anything when I started feeling bad.”

“Why.” Sirius’ eyes were hard as flint.

“Because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass! I can handle some aching muscles, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a—”

Arthur put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “That’s enough, Black. O’Hara, I want you to look me in the eyes.” Finn raised his head. “This was a dumbass mistake and all of us expected better from you. Your safety and health come before any workout routine, and it is your responsibility to speak up before you scare the shit out of us by dropping like a rock.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Apology accepted. I also want you to call Heather when you get home and schedule an appointment with her.” Some of Arthur’s frustration melted into genuine concern and guilt crawled up Finn’s throat. “Doing that to yourself isn’t healthy, Finn. You’re a good man, smart, and I know you know better.”

“Can we talk for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, glancing at Arthur. He nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Finn?” Sirius ran a hand down his face, suddenly pale. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part.”

“I slacked off a set on Monday.”

“Wow, nobody’s ever done that before,” he said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair by the wall as Finn resumed messing with his hem. “You scared the hell out of all of us.”

“I know.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m upset that you thought you had to do that at all.”

Tears prickled the backs of Finn’s eyes. “I know.”

“I’m sure as hell not your coach or your dad, but I’m going to say this as your friend, okay?” Sirius leaned over into Finn’s field of view. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. This team wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t be the same without you. We need you to take care of yourself, Harzy.”

Finn nodded silently and Sirius gave his hand a quick squeeze, which he returned. “Does everyone know?”

“I told them you were under the weather, nothing more.”

“Classic media answer.” He tried and failed to crack a smile. “Thanks for not telling on me.”

“That’s not my job. My job is herding cats on ice skates for five hours a day.”

Finn’s smile was real that time and he managed a light laugh as he swiped away the dampness on his cheeks. “Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius helped him stand up and hugged him tight for a second before letting go. “Speaking as someone who used to do the exact same thing, talking to Heather makes a world of difference.”

“I’ll give her a call.”

The cold feeling returned to Finn’s gut when they stepped out of the office; Leo and Logan were waiting by the opposite wall, looking angrier than Finn had ever seen. Sirius patted his shoulder once before walking off down the hallway toward the locker room, where he would no doubt deflect even more questions.

“Hey,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. Logan continued to stare at the ground.

“You lied to us,” Leo said bluntly. “Several times. Both of us asked if you were alright and you told us you were fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Finn, this isn’t how we deal with things. We agreed to be a team.”

Finn bit his lip. I fucked this one up. “We did. I am so sorry for scaring you—”

“We’re not mad that you scared us,” Logan snapped, still looking anywhere but his face. “We’re upset that you refuse to take care of yourself and then lied to us about it.”

Leo nudged Logan’s shoulder before turning back. “Why did you do that, Finn?”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. I was just trying to make up for the set I skipped on Monday.”

“What? Twenty squats and some pushups? That’s not worth your health, honey.” The pet name soothed the terror clutching Finn’s heart and he took a deep breath. They still loved him. This wasn’t the end.

“It was a stupid thing to do and it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” Logan grabbed his duffel bag off the ground and started walking toward the door; Leo looked like he was going to say something, but Finn gently took his elbow.

“He’s going to need a minute,” he said under his breath. Logan was a hothead about many things, but lying was in the top three. Finn knew he hurt him deep.

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and pressed his lips together as they followed Logan into the parking lot. “Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

Finn shook his head. “No. This was all on me.”

“It’s just that I know I’m younger than both of you and I’m new to the hockey lifestyle, but I never want you to think you can’t trust me—”

“Leo.” Finn stopped walking and tugged on Leo’s hand, turning him around. Worry was painted all over his face and it sliced to Finn’s core. “I trust you and Logan with everything, but I got into my head about this and I wasn’t thinking about how it would hurt you. Please believe that.”

Leo sighed. “I do. I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Logan was already sitting in the car with his headphones on as they crossed the lot. “It’s going to take him a while to talk to me, isn’t it?”

“He was really upset.”

“We’ll figure this out.” He tightened his grip on Leo’s hand. “We’ve made it through worse.”

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The apartment crackled with tension until Finn literally had to stick his head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. Waves of frustration and hurt rolled off Logan, though he still refused to look Finn in the eyes.

After dinner, Leo slid into the armchair before Logan could get there, leaving only the couch available. They carefully sat on opposite sides—Finn stole glances at Logan out of the corner of his eye for the entire first half of the movie. Ninety minutes of action later, he felt something chilly poking at his calf.

Logan kept his gaze trained on the TV as he scooted his freezing toes under Finn’s legs. Relief flooded Finn’s veins; he felt a little like crying, but instead schooled his expression into a small smile and rested his hand on Logan’s ankle, where it stayed until the movie ended.

Leo had fallen asleep by that time, splayed out sideways on the cushion with his face smushed against the armrest. “Il est mignon,” Logan said softly. There was a beat of silence and he looked over at Finn. “He’s cute.”

“He is.” Finn cleared his throat and met his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lo. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Finn had a few bad habits, but backing out on his promises would never be one of them.