#betweenthem

[unsettlingcreature]

oh my god its because the local football team won 3-nil

I fucking hate my neighbour, why is he blasting music at 11pm on a monday and yelling "fuck you, you wanker" at some unknown person. maybe you're the wanker, mate. maybe it's you.

[imthepunchlord]

So maybe to contrast the Dawnguard's old style of structure that's more exclusive, the Twilightvigil has a modern style of structure. Maybe something like the Shinobi Organisational System (https://naruto.fandom.com/wiki/Shinobi_Organisational_System) in Naruto, or maybe just a classic system with leaders, front-line fighters, spy/scouts, medics, etc. Also, to contrast the Dawnguard generally keeping recruitment in the family, the Twilightvigil could be more prone to inducted members they believe have high potential and take them in as apprentices and trainees.

Something like that is what I'm thinking on how they function and recruit, especially given they're meant to be rogues to counter the Dawnguard being knights.

Exact recruitment and standards I'll have to think on, as I haven't thought of them as much, only knowing that between the two factions, they're more antagonistic and will toe the line of villainy, not to say the DG is all good either, but the TV are goingtobe the primary "villains" betweenthem. Especially with Balewolf, who will be a play on the Big Bad Wolf. He for sure secures the main source of their members.

[lcvehee]

lost and found

#07. you little maggot

꩜ .ᐟ a/n: y/n and sohee FINALLY talk to each other like adults even if alcohol played a huge role

ALSO PLS IGNORE THE TIMSTAMPS THEYRE ALL MESSED UP

i just posted an update im so sorry for last time... i rewrote the whole chapter bc it was KILLING me

an hour later.

sohee shoved his phone back in his pockets, and his eyes traveled back to the feminine figure near the bar. y/n, sitting on a barstool and sipping on a… mojito?

“so, when are you going to spit it out?” a voice asked.

“wha-” he looked to his side, relief filling his face, “oh, shotaro. of course.”

sungchan walked up to shotaro's side, patting sohee's shoulder, “so?” he said with an expectant tone.

“later, wonbin's still busy with his other guests,” he muttered, worried eyes transfixed once again on y/n.

the two guys rolled their eyes, “fine.”

her cheeks were flushed and her drink half-empty. is she tipsy?

y/n took another sip, enjoying the burn in her throat and the saccharine taste on her tongue. she might've had one too many cocktail tonight… but it doesn't matter, right? it's friday anyway.

“hey, you look lonely, mind if join you?” a tall man flashed her a toothy smile, putting his hand on the barstool next to y/n.

"not interested," she said, not even facing him.

“c'mon, don't be like that. what's your name?” he inquired, sitting down next to her.

she turned her head to the source of the voice, a small grimace on her face.

“y/n,” she replied curtly, not meeting his eyes.

"nice to meet you, i'm jihoon." he winked.

"i can't say the same." she muttered, as she picked at her nails.

jihoon scooted his seat closer to her, saying, "stop playing hard to ge-"

“dave, that's enough,” someone else said, cutting the painfully awkward conversation short.

"that's not my name!" he sputtered.

y/n wondered who could that be; she knew who to thank after this ordeal. obnoxious 'dave' was overwhelming her with his terrible perfume and apparent lack of social awareness.

she didn't expect to find sohee standing next to the random guy. why do i keep seeing him everywhere?

as if regaining consciousness, jihoon scowled at sohee. “and who are you?”

sohee looked into y/n's eyes, a silent question remained in the air. do you need help?

y/n's eyes widened. yeah.

“i'm her boyfriend, now stop bothering her,” he said, frowning, stepping closer to her.

the persistent one sighed dramatically, “y/n, you should've just said so earlier,” he huffed out, before leaving.

as the two watched him disappear into the crowd, y/n suppressed a laugh. “boyfriend? really?” she whispered in his ear.

sohee quickly became flustered, shifting his eyes somewhere else. “he wouldn't take me seriously if i said i was just your friend.”

“yeah, yeah. must be nice to actually have a boyfriend…” she mused outloud.

sohee was stunned for a second.

“yeah.” he laughed sheepishly.

now, the air between them felt hotter, heavier. sohee was suddenly acutely aware of his proximity to y/n and how different she looked; soft makeup adorning her features and an outfit he'd never seen her wear at their study sessions, completely different from her usual hoodie and baggy jeans.

he stepped away, suddenly realizing they didn't need to keep up the act anymore.

her eyes flicked up to him, and he cleared his throat, awkward once again. “um, well, thank you for the save. it means a lot.”

maybe i misjudged him… he's not as bad as i thought?

“it's nothing, really.”

“no but… yeah. he was persistent even when i showed no interest!" she grumbled, "what an idiot."

"yeah, that jihoon guy was something else."

"wait." her eyes widened, "you knew his name?"

"yes, i heard him say it, but i wanted to piss him off," sohee crossed his arms, with a proud expression.

she stifled giggle.

a comfortable silence settled betweenthem. they weren't looking at each other anymore, but at the party that unfolded in front of their eyes. somehow, it felt like they were miles away from it all.

"and i have something to say, something that's been on my mind."

his mind perked up at those words, fearing for the worst. he turned to face her, just to find her still gazing into the crowd.

“i understand if you hate me and all, but um, i wanted to say sorry for being shitty that day at the library,” she said, almost like a whisper. she was avoiding his gaze because she knew that her lack of awareness was downright embarassing. "and for being cold during our study sessions."

sohee was taken aback. “nah, i mean, i wasn't exactly nice to you as well…”

she always seemed like she knew what she wanted. brash and direct to the point. but the portrait he's seeing at this moment was completely different.

y/n sighed, “yeah, but you were like that because of me! i started it.” she said while gesticulating frantically, gulping down the rest of her drink, embarassed. she put her forehead in her hands. “i really thought you hated me…”

“what? no! uh… i'm just not really good with expressing myself,” sohee replied, “i thought you hated me.”

the two looked at each other, then chuckled a bit. sohee's eyes turned into little half-moons as he grinned.

“same, i can't express myself well unless... i drink some sort of alcohol or i'm super close to you,” she muttered, shaking her head in disapproval. “we're just two overthinkers that found each other, huh?

“i guess so,” sohee looked once again into the scene in front of him, a warm feeling spreading in his chest.

but somewhere in the crowd, shotaro and sungchan were watching the entire exchange, bewildered. was this what he was hiding the whole time?

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#arewearescuefloat #rescuepeople #serotolerancewiththefacts .@judge .@judges @law @all @world @bbc_whys @france24 @haaretzcom @bild .@bild @phoenix_de @dw .@dwnews .@law @deutschland .@deutschland @hamburg @berlin .@berlin .@hamburg @muenchen @stuttgart #witnessprotect #misguided #andwherecanifindthiswonderfulnorthkoreathen #timeline #fooledjudges #or #spoiledprocedure #quellaccomplices #lustgain…

[jynxghoststep]

sorry for the random as shit posts i keep rbing here i havent had a sideblog i use regularly in like 3 years and i am constantly forgetting to swap betweenthem LOL

[themessonhonkai]

Ratiorine got me to download it but I'm living for argenthill and whatever Sunday is doing.

I expected the Ratiorine content in the quests but not Sunday in betweenthem, I am not disappointed tho.

Penacony is definitely HSR peak rn. The story kept me engaged and wanting more and I like the way all the characters interact.

I also went through a lot of emotions while playing, which I enjoyed as I found a lot of other games at the moment, don't give me those emotional reactions.

Definitely recommend playing for Penacony! And paying attention to whatever is happening on the Xianzhou cause now that I'm paying attention, that shit is interesting.

Mostly the stuff to do with Blade and Dan Heng and whatever complicated past they may or may not have.

10/10 recommended obsession

From your biased friend lol

I started getting into star rail and now you all have to deal with it.

Admittedly I downloaded the game for Adventurine. I lost my 50/50 and it took me another 80-90 pulls (whatever the guarantee for a 5* is) so of course I am now playing through the whole story to meet him in game.

Yes you will all be hearing more about star rail from me as a suffer in attempting to understand the plot and whatever tf an aeon is and how the characters follow paths.

I am somewhat travelled in the story but not yet far enough to get to Adventurine or even whatever planet/space ship he is on. I'm very mad he's like 4 stelleron crisis in and I'm on stelleron number 2 but I persist.

[xantthec]

Lenny:” Ninety percent of this game is how they see you. They see you hanging with Tony Bennett, they think you deserve to be there. They see you hauled off to jail for saying "fսck" at a strip club, they think you deserve that also. Wise up.” Midge:” I'm not hiding. I have a plan.” Lenny:” Don't plan! Work. Just work and keep working. There is a moment in this business, window's open. If you miss it, it closes. Just don't... If you blow this, Midge, I swear... you will break my fսcking heart.” #themarvelousmrsmaisel #themarvelousmrsmaiselseason4 #howdoyougettocarnegiehall #rachelbrosnahan #lukekirby #mrsmaisel #lennybruce #seriesoftheday #onemoreseasontogo #thechemistry #betweenthem #notthebestbutnottheworst #random #thinkaboutit #photooftheday #liferecorder https://www.instagram.com/p/CbbcsNOvnV_/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bubblegeon]

How about when I have confessed, I'll give you a sign? ☂ ISHIKO TO HANEO: SONNA KOTO DE UTTAEMASU? [1.06]

[jostar]

is tiramisu named after the sweet? also pls explain their funny hats like why do they have them. is it fashion or uniform or

YESS they are named after the sweet... part 5 oc italian food it all ties together lol. the funny hats are just hashtag jojo fashion. clown-ish villain theme

[wavesmp3]

maybe you should just listen to do it but chloe x halle and calm down

[daddymaks]

Guys, Nicaise would have been that kid that always walked in on lamen being sappy and make the most dramatic scene ever complaining to be traumatized.

[terminally-karkalicious]

i literally hate fireworks so much shut up shut up

[schrijverr]

Walk of Shame

When Mike hurts his ankle, he finds out that Harvey cares more than he lets on, even if that means loosing his dignity by giving the kid a piggy back ride.

On AO3.

Ships: None

Warnings: none, though tell me if I missed any

~~~~~~~~~~

Harvey looses his entire reputation on a Tuesday, the most innocuous day that should not have been so devastating. When he later tells Mike this, the other man will tell him he is being melodramatic over nothing, but Harvey still stands by his point.

They’ve just returned from a client meeting and Ray pulls away from the curb, leaving the two lawyers standing on the sidewalk, talking over the talk.

“He totally did it,” Mike says. “I mean did you see him when you asked about the records? He knew about them, he just thought they would never be found.”

“It doesn’t matter whether he did it or not,” Harvey replies. “What matters is if we can make sure the company survives without this turning into a scandal.”

Mike sighs and rolls his eyes, but refrains from making a comment. He knows Harvey is right, but he doesn’t have to like it. Their client was a bit of sleaze ball, only looking out for his own interest and screwing over his employees. Still, a client is a client. So, he just turns and follows after Harvey.

The slight delay betweenthem, ensures that it’s just Mike who is in the trajectory of the bike racing down the sidewalk. In the split second before it happens, Mike registers that the kid is probably a messenger, who has just been chewed out and needs his paycheck.

Then there is a crash.

In a flash he’s on the ground and in pain.

He groans loudly, blinking a few times. Slowly the world comes into focus and he sees Harvey’s concerned face above him. Another blink and he’s slightly more clear. “I’m good,” he says, throwing up a weak thumbs up.

Harvey chuckles and shakes his head, helping him into sitting position. Mike winces at the actionand Harvey asks: “Are you hurt?”

Mike takes stock of himself, he’s mostly fine, just his ankle. Now that he is aware of it, the throbbing is worse. He relays that to Harvey, who nods, before he turns his attention to the bike messenger.

The messenger is barely twenty, standing next to his bike, with a scuffed helmet and a threadbare backpack. He doesn’t look hurt, which Mike is glad for, but he also looks terrified under Harvey’s look.

“What the hell were you thinking?” the older lawyer hisses and the messenger withers.

“I- I’m so sorry, sir,” he stammers.

At that Mike’s caring instincts kick in. He knows he has been that kid and he’s fine enough that he doesn’t deserve Harvey’s wrath. “Come on, Harvey,” he says. “Drop it. It was an accident, just get his name and contact information so that we can reach him later if this turns out to be more serious than a bruise.”

“He shouldn’t be hitting passerby’s,” Harvey insist despite it.

“I’m sorry about him,” Mike tells the messenger. “Just write down your information. I’m sure you’re in a hurry for a reason, don’t worry about it.”

“A- are you sure?” the kid asks and Mike nods as Harvey says: “No,” making the messenger look between the two again.

“Watch out, Harvey,” Mike grins. “I’m starting to think you care.”

“I do not,” Harvey guffaws.

“Then let this go and help me get to an ice pack,” Mike says. “I’m sure Donna has one.”

After a moment, Harvey relents. “Okay.” He jabs a finger towards the messenger and threatens. “This is not the last time you’ll hear from me.”

The terrified kid nods and hurriedly scribbles down his information, before he gets the hell out of dodge.

As he does, Harvey addresses the crowd that has gathered around them. All people, who didn’t stick out one finger to help, but sure stayed for the potential show down. He can’t give Pearson Hardman a bad rep, but he can snap: “Show’s over. We’ll be fine.” He turns to Mike and holds out a hand as he asks: “Can you stand?”

“I think so,” Mike answers. “It’s my left ankle, but I’m a master hopper.”

“Alright, Bugs Bunny,” Harvey rolls his eyes and hauls Mike onto his feet.

“I’m taking that as a compliment,” Mike grunts as he tries to find his footing. There is a moment where he sways precariously, but Harvey slips and arm around his shoulder and keeps him upright as the moment passes.

Then they hobble into the entrance hall together. The security guard jumps up when he spots them and asks: “Are you two alright, sir?”

Mike smiles: “I’m fine, just a bit of a tumble,” as he hops along with Harvey’s help.

However, Harvey isn’t so blasé about it. “He got hit by a biker. We have camera’s outside, right?” The guard nods. “I want a tape of the accident on my desk by the end of the day.” The guard nods again.

“Harvey,” Mike says, “come on. Didn’t you see that kid? He was stressed and trying to do his job, you know how some assholes get about a message being late.”

“Being stressed is no reason to injure people,” Harvey insists as he punches the button for the elevator. “And I don’t get why you’re defending him. You took a hard hit. Wait, did you injure your head?”

“No, Harvey- Harvey, stop!” Mike says as Harvey starts to look over his head. “I’m defending him, because I’ve been him,” he tells Harvey once the man hasstopped.

“What?” Harvey quirks a brow, he knows the kid had a lot of odd jobs, but he hadn’t heard all of them.

“Yeah, I delivered messages for five years,” Mike shrugs. “I was pretty good. But some people are dicks, especially the corporate types. I got a thick skin because of it. Like, one time, this guy threatened to throw me out of a window because I was late and the only reason I was even late was because his sectary didn’t let me through.”

“Why wouldn't she let you through?” Harvey asks. He himself had worked in the mail room, which also wasn’t glamorous, he knew the types, but working in one place did have the benefit of getting recognized at some point.

“My clothes, which fair, but also I clearly had a package for her boss,” Mike explains, hopping into the elevator. “She wanted me to give it to her, but the same guy had ripped me to shreds a week earlier for not delivering his packages directly to him. Fucking suits.”

“You’re wearing a suit,” Harvey points out, mildly amused.

“That’s different,” Mike waves the comment away. “Anyway, why don’t these elevators have benches, they should fix that.”

“What?” Harvey is thrown by the sudden topic change for a second.

“Yeah, my ankle really hurts,” Mike says. “I wanna sit. I might sue the company that forced that kid to bike so hard. God damn.”

“I’ll help,” Harvey tells him darkly as he sees his associate wince, his face screwing up in pain. “Do you think you can make it to my office?”

“Maybe?” Mike grimaces. “The hopping isn’t really helping. I keep jostling it.”

Harvey loves his corner office, but right now he curses how far it is from the center where the elevators arrive.

And thus the decision that will ruin his reputation is made. He could force the kid to hobble the last leg of their journey, but he also remembers seeing Mike go down and the ice cold hand of concern that had wrapped around his heart. He remembers how scared he was when Mike didn’t immediately react to his name and the utter relief when the kid looked at him and his eyes seemed as bright as ever.

“Hop on then,” he offers, bending down a bit so that Mike can climb on more easily.

“Are you for real?” Mike asks, like he’s expecting Harvey to prank him with this.

“Yes, now, don’t make me regret it,” Harvey warnshim.

“Why?”

“Because if you jostle your ankle too much and you have to heal, or even worse, walk on crutches that will impact my work,” Harvey lies, pretty proud of the reasoning he came up with on the spot like that.

Mike’s eyebrows tell him he doesn’t believe Harvey for a second, but he also doesn’t refuse the piggy back ride that is offered to him. He clambers on and is lighter than Harvey expected, making a mental note to feed the kid more often as he adjusts the associate.

Right at that moment the elevator dings and Mike comments: “Did you plan that? Do you know the exact time the elevator needs? Were you counting? That’s so dramatic, Harvey.”

“Shut up, Mike,” Harvey grits out. The short distance between the elevator and his office isn’t particularly difficult with his extra baggage, however, Mike doesn’t know how to shut up and people are staring in shock as they pass.

They make quite a picture. Two men in nice suits, one giving the other a piggy back ride, while the other keeps on blabbering like it’s a normal occurrence.

Harvey is never going to live this down.

And, of course – because the whole universe is against him – Jessica and Louis are waiting for him at Donna’s desk. Donna, who looks bemused at her boss, even she couldn't have predicted this, but it doesn’t stop her from pulling out her phone and ensure there’s evidence that this happened. He will have to force her to delete that later.

“Harvey,” Jessica greets them, her amusement and confusion obvious in her face and tone.

“Jessica,” Harvey returns the greeting casually, just glad Louis is too in shock to react.

“Care to explain why you’re carrying around your associate like he’s five years old?” she asks and Harvey feels Mike shift on his back at the comment. The kid is probably embarrassed.

“Sorry,” Mike says, before Harvey can explain. “I was hit by a bike outside and hurt my ankle, we were going to get an ice pack. We assumed Donna had one, otherwise I would have gone to my cubicle.”

“I’ll get you one, right away,” Donna says, getting up. She loves getting all the gossip, but she also loves leaving Harvey to fend for himself in uncomfortable situations. The traitor.

“Thank you,” Mike calls after her, giving Harvey the opening to say: “I wanted to prevent having an associate on crutches and I’m looking into the kid that did this. But I’m assuming there’s a reason for this welcome committee.”

“Yes, but we’ll allow you to drop your load first,” Jessica says, holding open the door for them. “We wouldn’t want people to see you and think this is how we work at Pearson Hardman.”

Harvey can’t see, but he knows Mike is giving her a salute, so he rolls his eyes to match as he marches into his office. Getting Mike onto the couch proves to be another hurdle, but with Harvey squatting down and Mike hopping awkwardly and immediately collapsing onto the couch, they make it work.

He doesn’t turn to Jessica and Louis immediately, instead grabbing a pillow for Mike to rest his ankle on, which he puts on the coffee table. He also hands the kid a glass of water, before turning to his desk and sitting down, ignoring Jessica’s raised brows as he asks: “So, what can I do for you?”

“Louis is working with you on the case,” Jessica informs him, ruining Harvey’s day even more.

“What? No. Why?” he replies.

“Louis is the best at financial paperwork, you’re going to need his expertise on this case,” Jessica tells him.

“I already have Mike as an extra pair of eyes, I don’t need Louis,” Harvey protests.

“You’re telling me that you think your associate is better than me,” Louis immediately demands to know.

“Yes!” Harvey doesn’t even care that he’s admitting that with the kid nearby, he can stand to gain a bit more confidence anyway.

“Harvey,” Jessica warns. “Mike has other responsibilities and not the same level of experience.”

Seeing Louis’ gleeful eyes, Harvey finds himself already shaking his head. He points at Louis and says: “He is not dumping any work on Mike. I need him on this case and he is healing. He works for me, I tell him what to work on.”

“And I tell you,” Jessica points out.

“If Louis is working on this case, then so is Mike,” Harvey argues, daring Jessica to fighthim on this deal he’s offering her.

What he hasn’t expected was how her look changes. She leans back and crosses her arms, but she seems amused. “Well, well, I never thought I’d see the day. I mean, it was my plan, but that it would work so well…” she trails off, not ending her sentence.

All three men in the room are confused about the statement, but before Harvey can ask, Donna interrupts them with the ice pack.

Mike takes it gratefully and hisses when he places it on his foot. Harvey shakes his head and again ignore Jessica and Louis as he scolds Mike: “You need to take your shoe off, dumbass. It might swell and I’m not facing Rene’s wrath by having to cut off those shoes. I assure you, it will not be a mere flesh wound.”

At the words Mike blanches, yet has the mind to say: “Really? Monty Phyton?” before leaning forwards to untie his shoe.

Harvey beats him to it. “Yes, Monty Phyton, I wanted to go Kill Bill, but that would seem more cliché. Now stop being stupid, you shouldn’t be jostling your leg and let me see the bruise.” He rolls down a bit of Mike’s sock. “You might need to see a doctor for that.”

Mike makes a face, but doesn’t argue. So, Harvey drops it for now, mentally making a note to badger the associate about it later as he glances back to Jessica, who is smirking at him. He orders Donna: “Get Louis all the boxes about this case. He has a lot of reading to do before he can talk about it.”

Donna gets the message and leads Louis away, who calls back: “I’ll prove it. I’m better than your damn rookie.”

“Whatever you say, Louis,” Harvey yells back, finally getting the shoe and sock off, cringing slightly when he sees Mike wince.

The kid then asks Jessica: “Am I in trouble?”

“For Harvey’s antagonizing?” Jessica asks, then shakes her head. “No. I’m quite proud of him for it actually.”

That shocks both Mike and Harvey. Harvey asks: “Really?”

“Yes,” Jessica tells himand he can see by the smirk that he’s not going to enjoy her explanation. “I needed you to be more of a team player. I forced you to get an associate, so that you’d learn to care about more people than just Donna. Seeing your little display of protective caring, I’d say that worked out quite well.”

This time the shock of her statement leaves the two of them speechless. After a moment to process, Harvey splutters: “Wha- I- No- You’re crazy! I don’t care.”

Jessica just raises a brow and looks at his hand. He is still holding Mike’s shoe, the other on the kid’s leg in some sort of comfort. He knows the case is again him looks strong. Then he notes Mike’s face morphing to delight and he crows: “Ha! I was right, you totally do care.”

“Shut up, the grown ups are talking,” Harvey snaps and Mike pouts. Harvey hates that he knows the kid well enough to see he isn’t really offended, just playing at being upset. So, he just pushes his face away and says: “You’re still working on the case, if Louis tries to give you something else, you tell him where to shove it. You are also not moving from this spot.”

“I still have paperwork on my desk,” Mike protest, but he doesn’t look like he wants to move anything soon. “And you care.”

“And I can also not care and leave you here,” Harvey tells him. “Pick your next words wisely, puppy.”

Mike makes a zipping motion in front of his mouth and Harvey nods, satisfied. Then he turns back to Jessica and asks: “If we play nice with Louis, will you get of our case?”

“Of course,” Jessica says, walking away. She stops at the door and turns around: “Oh and Harvey? Call for a rolling chair or something next time. I won’t have my firm turn into a daycare.”

Harvey rolls his eyes, but only once her back is turned. He is then distracted by Mike poking him, again saying: “You care.”

“And Donna has a picture of you getting a ride, so be careful about how much you say, because I look manly, you look like a damsel,” Harvey warns. That ensure Mike makes the smart choice to shut up.

In the end Mike is on crutches for a week and Ray picks him up every day. He doesn’t say more about Harvey caring, but ensures that he finds the mistake in the paperwork before Louis does and seeing Harvey’s proud grin when he does, is conformation enough.

So, yeah, Harvey’s hardass reputation might be damaged, but he doesn’t care as much when Mike is back to running around excitedly.

Maybe caring isn’t too bad.

[the-fibre-stuff]

🧶 hello iys me....... with the möbius hat. please help me , can I fix it at all. I’m almost to the end of the hat . Also I tried to look up steeking but it was intimidatingly full of terms that I don’t know and also the way I’m planning to cut it vertical instead of horizontal. Just gonna put it under my sewing machine to make two parallel “hems’ up the hat and cut in betweenthem to untwist the hat. will that work. can I do this ?

(continued: 🧶 also. I did start on the decreases because I wanted to get as close as I could to the top before bracing myself to cut up my hat . But um. I could probably do my best to undo all my stitches if you think that would work better. But with the way I’m planning to cut my hat, do you think it’ll matter that much? (Cutting vertical meaning from the cast on row all the way up to where I’m knitting rn) . i am sorry but I refuse to frog this thing if I can do anything about it )

How you’re planning on steeking sounds good. My one concern is that I’m used to steeks being vertical (i.e. between columns of knitting), so I suspect that you might be missing something, and there’s a risk that it’s something important.

However, now that I think about it, I’m getting less certain that the cut & twist will work, for topographical reasons. (Basically, if you have to flip your knitting around, will that result in you having your cast on at the top? It seems like it would, but I can’t see how that would happen.) I’m going to talk to some mathematicians (or at least some more engineers) and get back to you.

I had been pretty sure that you needed to remove the decreases, but I’m a lot less certain about that now, and I won’t make a call until I get the topography of this sorted.

Can anyone weigh in on this?

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Sloane’s absence was definitely felt right away. The gifts she left to the team were really sweet, and Kasie revealing she was talking to Sloane about what happened in the diner was really important. Vance and Kasie have such an understanding betweenthem, and seeing their relationship develop is the best. What’s also the best is every time Gibbs and Fornell have a conversation- the ‘Ciao, baby!’ was hilarious. Gibbs being cheerful was unnerving, to say the least. I want that corn truck to exist in real life- it sounds great. Also, the food truckers talking about ‘influencers’ and bloggers was very relevant and true- some of them have the most disgusting, entitled attitudes. I could tell Fornell wanting to leave would really affect Gibbs, and it affected me, too- I’m devastated. Kasie and Jimmy’s conversation made me want to cry- they’ve both been so affected by the coronavirus, their friendship is just so adorable, and the ‘Keep Going’ reference, especially since Kasie wasn’t there for it, hit hard. it was cool to see Bishop and Torres being hands-on, but what wasn’t cool was the mask inconsistency that this scene (and the whole episode) had. Gibbs encouraging Kasie to go see her mom was bittersweet, and the corrupt-cop hint was relevant. I was so, so scared when Fornell called Gibbs about Emily, and seeing them outside the center was torture. The last of the episode was a terrible blur, and I was frozen staring at the screen, and my hands are shaking as I type this because I never thought they would do it but they have.

[borathae]

Cani request a Drabble where reader is the 8th member and one of the boys (her bestie) is in love with her and snaps at her when she cuddles with another member.. ending with some smutty times 🥳

Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, f2l!AU, Idol!AU, 8th Member!AU

Warnings: Dom!Hoseok, sub!Reader, jealousy sex, wall sex, unprotected sex (stay safe guys), slight dom!Hoseok, dirty talk, name calling, marking, sex in Hoseok’s studio fuck yes

Worcount: 2.4k 

a/n: I know this is a little long to be still considered a drabble, but I couldn’t help myself this whole scenario was just too hot to keep it short jsjsjs.🥵  I hope you enjoy it my dear anonie hehe ily 😏💜

Being in a band was great. Being in a world-famousband was even better. Being in BTS however was amazing. The energy and constantsupport from your fans made you wake up smiling each and every day. Themillions of voices singing back your songs brought goosebumps to your skinevery single time. The ability to spread your message and actually be heardfilled your heart with a sense of pride. 

But the best part was definitely the friendship andconstant love you and your fellow band mates had for each other. You laughedtogether, you cried together, you ate together and even lived together for adecade now. 

Wow time really flies by when you spend it with theright people. 

However with friendship also comes hardship,especially when you are the only female member in a group full of men. Sexualtension was bound to occur, sneaky glances were exchanged whenever the restwasn’t looking, body contact was avoided when the long training nights made allof you vulnerable, you even once overheard Yoongi and Hoseok talking about thevery tight dress you had been wearing that day. There were enough nights whereyou had wished the sneaky glances one of the boys sent your way would turn intomore, but none of them ever did. Why would they, if making a move meant thepossible change of dynamics in the band.  

So as Jimin cuddled up to you like he always does,nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and snaking his arms around yourbody, you didn’t think much of it. It’s not like he doesn’t practically do thisall the time if he wants something from you or the others.

“Go out with me tonight, let’s get wasted”,he pleads, pouting. 

He has tried everything at this point. Threatening topost an embarrassing picture of you on Twitter, acting cute, even pretending toget mad at you. You still refused to come. So as his last resource he cuddledup against you, now basically sitting on your lap and whining like a littleboy. He is totally endearing you have to give him that, with his pouty lips andpuppy eyes. You nearly give in, if Hoseok hadn’t suddenly exploded in ragebeside you. 

“Give me a damn break. Can you two stop being soannoying right now” he spits so angrily the whole room falls deadsilent. 

Everyone was staring at Hoseok, unable to react. 

“What’s your problem?” Jimin retorts,already having slipped off your lap and now standing in front of Hoseok withhis arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“You are, what you are doing isunacceptable”, Hoseok growls, standing up as well. 

He is hovering over Jimin, but this doesn’t stop thesmaller man from staring Hoseok down. They are grunting at each other like twoangry bulls, clenching their jaws and readying their fists. You know they wouldnever actually punch each other, but you still can’t help but get in betweenthem, putting a hand on each of their chests. 

“Guys stop that, both of you”, youwarn. 

“He started it”, Jimin growls. 

“No, it’s you who stared it”, Hoseok throwsback. 

“Quiet!” you send both of them a warningglare. 

You turn to Hoseok. 

“You need a damn break. Come with me”, youtell him, grabbing him by his wrist and pulling him out of the room. 

You don’t stop walking until the two of you havereached his studio and had closed the doors behind you. 

“What’s your problem? You normally adore Jimins cute antics, even when they are annoying sometimes. It’s his charm, you say so yourself”, you blurt out. 

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, pouting like a littlechild. He looks embarrassed, a big change from the rage on his face justmoments ago.

“It’s nothing, I was just fed up with, with my,uhm. My lyrics! And I let out my anger on Jimin, sorry”, he dismisses you,avoiding eye contact. 

“Your lyrics? Hoseok…”, you say his name sosoftly it makes him look at you with sparkling eyes, “you are my bestfriend I know when you are lying. So what’s really bothering you?“ 

Hoseok hesitates for a moment, pacing up and down infront of you with a finger resting on his chin. For a moment you have alreadygiven up on getting an answer out of him, until he lets out a loud sigh. 

"Stop cuddling the other guys like you are together.It’s weird”, he says with furrowed brows. 

“It’s weird?” you scoff a laugh, “theyare my friends, I like being touchy with my friends. You should understand out ofall the people, Mister-I-Am-Cuddling-With-Everyone." 

“That’s totally different”, he insists, still pouting.

“How is that different? Or are you perhaps jealous thatI haven’t cuddled you today?”

Hoseok furrows his brows, pouting just all the more.He shakes his head, avoiding eye contact.

“Aww Hobi”, you chuckle fondly, “is my best friendactually jealous?” you tease.

He scoffs, it almost sounds angry. A weird feelingrises in your stomach when seeing him like that, all tensed up and shaking justlike he did with Jimin. He can’t actually be angry right now, can he?

You are in the midst of asking if he was mad at youwhen he suddenly breaks the distance between the two of you, taking two stepsbefore he hovers over you. He is so close now that you can smell his cologne.He grabs your face with both hands, making you look at him. 

"Hobi what-?” you gasp, totally taken aback bythe whole situation. 

“I don’t want to be like the others. I don’t wantto be your best friend. I want to be more to you”, he confesses. 

The air gets stuck in your throat, your mouth fallsopen as your eyes look at him in utter shock. His pupils are blow out, hisbreathing is already heavy. A strand of his dark brown hair has fallen into hisface. His lips glisten in the warm lights of his studio. Have they always looksthat pretty? 

“I want to slam my goddamn mouth on yours andkiss you breathless until you basically beg me to stop”, he confesses. Oneof his hands is on the back of your neck now, playing with your hair. Ittickles in ways you had never felt before. Almost good, so goddamn good itmakes you shiver.

You swallow. How many seconds have passed already?

“I want to push you against that goddamn wall andfuck you senseless until our legs have given up and our bodies are out oforgasms”, he growls deeply, tightening the grip on your hair and pullingslightly, eliciting a quiet whimper from you. 

Your stomach tingles. This is affecting you in ways itshouldn’t. Your skin is burning in desire, your heart starts racing in yourchest as quick pants leave your parted lips. Your scalp aches in the best wayspossible. Has he always been that attractive before? 

“Hoseok”, you breathe. 

Your panties are soaked at this point and he hasn’teven as much as kissed you. This is embarrassing, which only makes you all themore turned on. 

“Let me do exactly that”, it sounds like aquestion. 

One you gladly answer by pulling him onto your lips.He groans, so do you, as you waste no time in kissing each other messily. Yournoses are squished on the other’s cheek, breathing is hard, your whole bodyfeels like it’s on fire. Hot, so hot. This is so hot, this is everything youhad fantasized about for years. Kissing Hoseok, feeling his hands travel overyour body. Your neck, your arms, your breasts, down your sides to yourass. 

“Oh”, you break the kiss in a gasp when Hoseokgrabs as much of your ass as his big hands can hold. 

“I’ve been masturbating to you for years Y/N. Godyou are the hottest woman I have ever met. Do you know that?” he groans, pushingyou up against the wall, just like he had promised he would. 

Your knees buckle at his confession, your legs part inanswer. You are salivating at this point. He is so goddamn sexy it’sridiculous.

“This is so hot Hoseok”, you choke out,feeling all over his sculpted chest. 

So broad, so firm, so hot. How were you able to resisthim for that long? 

“I’m glad we agree on that”, he mumblesmindlessly, already too distracted by your neck as he dives down to kissit. 

Your back arches off the wall, making your stomachbrush over his clothed erection. He hisses in response, digging his teeth intoyour pulse point. 

“Hngn fuck, okay fuck”, you chucklebreathlessly. A firework of arousal explodes in your body at his action, thepain of his teeth mixing with ultimate pleasure whenever his tongue darts outto lick it okay. 

“You think you are ready to fuck?” hewhispers into your ear.  

“Y-yeah”, you roll your hips against nothingin hope of feeling him. 

“Good because shit do I want to fuck thatpussy”, he pants. 

He steps away from you for just a moment, giving thetwo of you enough time to pull your pants and underwear down. There is no timefor your shirts to come off before the two of you are in a heated kiss again,rubbing against each other like two horny teenagers all whilst hungry moansleave the both of you. 

You didn’t even have enough time to look at his dickbefore he was pressed against you again. Is he big or small, maybe average? Doeshe lean a little to the left, to the right or doesn’t he lean at all?

“Fuck”, you groan simultaneously as heenters you, stretching you out inch by inch of his - so you had realised -girthy cock. God he feels massive inside of you, the best stretch you had everhad.

“This is better than I had imagined, god fuck”, Hoseokgroans, as he begins moving inside of you.

You can feel everything, every inch of his dick as itstretches you out, every touch of his hands as he massages your breasts, everysuck of his lips on your throat.

“You feel so good”, you moan, digging your nails intohis shoulders.

He grunts, raising his head to look at you instead.His eyes are dark, hooded, looking at you with so much desire it makes youshiver. His lips are swollen, red from kissing you everywhere, letting out thehottest moans you had ever heard. This is so hot, so sinful, so good damn addicting.

His tempo is ruthless at this point, drilling his dickinto your pussy with so much force it makes your head spin. You are holdingonto him for dear life, moaning so loudly you are sure everyone can hear you –despite the soundproof doors of his studio.

Hoseok is panting, watching you come undone on hiscock with a proud smirk on his devilishly handsome face.

“You like my cock? I know you do, just look at you”,he growls, grabbing your ass to angle you just right.

“Fuck me, christ”, you yelp at the sudden feeling ofhis dick gracing against your g-spot. You don’t even try to look at him at thispoint, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure.

“You’re so tight all of a sudden”, Hoseok pants,closing his own eyes at the feeling of you squeezing down on him, “Fuck Y/N youfeel so g-good.”

“I-I’m close”, you confess.

“Already?”

The judgment in his voice makes you whimper. Noddingyour head vigorously you tighten your leg around his waist swallowing himdeeper and deeper inside your pussy.

“I knew you were a slut for my cock. Hmm baby, are youa slut for my cock?” he chuckles deeply, snapping his hips into yours like arabbit in heat.

Your leg gives up on you, nearly making you fall overif Hoseok hadn’t picked you up in his arms mid-thrust. He presses his bodycloser to yours, growling deeply.  

“Y-yeah holy shit yeah”, you sob, biting down on yourlower lip so hard you taste blood.

“Yes you are. The others can’t fuck you like that”, hegrunts before littering your neck with open-mouthed kisses, “the others can’tmake you feel like that”, he moans, pressing you up against the wall with hiswhole body weight, “the others can’t make you scream like that”, he growls,rolling his hips against you like he was born to do so, like his only purpose inlife is making you shake and tremble on his cock.

So close, the knot in your stomach is so close tobursting. Your breathing is ragged, you can hear your heart race in your ears,your pussy feels like she’s on fire.

“Jimin can’t fuck you like that”, Hoseok almost soundsangry when he says the other man’s name, sucking on your jawline roughly tomake sure he will leave marks. He wants everyone to see who made you feel likethat, who made you scream and cry like that.

That’s it. You are gone, it is over for you. Yourorgasm takes you so hard you feel like someone has punched you straight intoyour guts. You are shaking in Hoseoks arms, letting out wails so foreign to yourears that for a moment you don’t even know if they came from you or not. Youdon’t even realise when Hoseok cums, your own orgasm taking all of yourconcentration so you wouldn’t pass out on his dick.

Only when the shakes have stopped and you feel hissoft carpet between your toes, do you realise what just happened.

He is holding you, hugging you, inhaling the scent ofyour shampoo with closed eyes and a smile on his lips. Your face is nuzzledagainst his chest, your arms are having a death grip on his waist in order notto fall down. He smells so different. All of a sudden the familiar smell of hiscologne makes you blush and giggle.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asks softly, still not lettinggo of your body in fear of seeing regret in your eyes when you look at him.

“Mhm, more than okay”, you tighten your arms around him, sighing happily, “just sore and fucking spent.”

Hoseok giggles, kissing your cheek. You can feel the smile on his lips when he does so.

“Same here”, he breathes.