#which i shouldn't. because we all know what he did

[crazy4leclerc]

i can fix him (no really i can) — m.v.

The Tortured Drivers Department Series

pairing: fratboy!boxer!max verstappen x fem!reader

summary: you’re a bit too confident you can fix the stubborn boxer — max verstappen

warnings: angst, swearing, max being a stubborn lil bitch, dom!max?, and kissing

a/n: making a series called the tortured drivers department !!

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never in my life did i think i would ever be watching an illegal boxing match, but here i am in this musty underground ring watching max beat the shit out of every opponent that dares to step foot in the ring.

"he is a beast out there!" charles yells to me over the roaring of the crowd, "i know, it's unbelievable!" i exclaim.

me and charles are standing in the front row, watching as another opponent steps in the ring. i bite on my fingers nervously watching as they circle eachother in the ring.

suddenly, the guy takes a swing at max, which max dodges and smirks devishly at his opponent.

"please tell me this is the last match." i ask charles and he nods his head yes. i sigh out in relief because i don't know how much longer i can continue to watch max’s life be in danger.

a gasp escapes me as i watch the opponent take a upper cut right into max's jaw. max stumbles backwards into the rope, gripping onto it as his opponent stands in the middle of the ring while the crowd goes crazy.

"that's the first time someone has laid a finger on max in months." charles confesses next to me, "oh my god, i don't think i can watch this anymore." i say before i turn around to walk out of the roaring arena.

charles didn't stop me and i'm glad he didn't. he knew this was my first time ever coming to a match and i worry too much about max to watch him get hurt without me running over to him.

running my hand over my face and sighing, i make my way into max's locker room, thankfully i remembered where it was. i throw my purse on the nearby bench and taking a seat. i put my head in my hands trying to even figure out why max wants to do any of this, putting his life into danger because it's fun? because he gets paid?

mine and max's relationship was weird. we weren't dating yet but we also weren't just friends. i think we both decided that we were together just no labels without confirming. me and max met outside of a bar a couple months ago when i found him slumped on the sidewalk, nose bleeding and a black eye forming. the caring person that i am, of course i went to go check on him, which then lead to where we are now.

i should have known the day i found him beat up that i was getting myself wrapped up in a troubled man, but i really couldn't help myself. today was the first time he invited me to one of his matches since i finally demanded answers from him of why he would always visit me with bloodied and bruised knuckles. i remember the night he explained everything to me.

taking me out of my thoughts, charles walks in the locker room, "i figured you would be in here. the match is over, max should be back here any minute."

"oh thank god, is he okay?" charles his head, "yes, he is all good and he won.” i sigh out in relief as the man himself walks in.

i jump up from the bench and rush over to him, throwing my arms around his neck, "i was worried sick about you!" maxs' arm wraps around my waist, squeezing me back.

"i'm alright, sweetheart." he says and lets go of me and tosses his gloves on the bench.

"is there a reason you're still lurking, charles?" i watch as charles eyes widen at max and mumbled out a 'sorry' as he walks out the locker room, leaving me and max alone.

max takes a seat on the bench and i hear him hiss out in pain. "max you really shouldn't be doing this anymore, i hate seeing you like this." i say as i walk over to him and slot my way in between his thighs.

"i get your concern, schat, but this is what i want to do." he huffs out, beginning to untape his bloodied knuckles, "here, let me."

i grab his hand gently and slowly unpeel the tape off, i feel max grip the back of my thighs, pulling me closer as he hisses out in pain.

"i know it hurts, im sorry." i try my best to comfort him as he winces in pain. it makes my heart ache seeing him in pain like this knowing this is what he likes to do.

"can you just- c'mere." he huffs out and pulls me down into his lap. my cheeks flushed at the action, "this is better. i like having you close." he murmurs to me as i begin to work on his other hand.

"i need to doctor your hands and then i need to check out your jaw." i tell him sternly and he grips my hips, "no, you don't need to do all that, you know i'm fine." i roll my eyes at him as i stand up from his lap, getting out of his grip.

"max, you need to take this serious. i'm tired of seeing your hands all beat up every week and seeing bruises on your body. charles told me tonight was the first night anyone has hit you in months. you always refuse to just let me help you and doctor up the cuts and i don't understand why, just let me fix you." i confess and he just sits there, eyes refusing to meet mine as i stand in front of him.

i reach out to grab his bloodied hand, "max, please? can you just listen-" he catches me off guard as he stands up quickly, now towering over me. his eyes bore into mine as his hand reaches up and grabs my jaw, he tilts my head up and whispers,

"i don't need fixing, sweetheart."

i reach up to grab his hand but i'm too late when he rips his hand away from my face, walking around me to the bathroom, leaving me standing alone.

"max, c'mon. don't be like this. i have yet to complain about you being too stubborn to let me help you but you can't just try to push me away now that i'm opening up about it. you know i just want to help." i say as i watch max yank his shirt over his head, "me? stubborn? no baby, i never asked for your help so i don't need it."

i cross my arms and audibly groan out in frustration. "are we seriously arguing over me being concerned for your well-being?"

i hear him chuckle as i watch his strip to his boxers, "who said we were arguing? why don't you come in here and let me fuck the frustration out of you?" he taunts me and i scoff at him.

"we aren't solving this with sex, max." he shrugs as i watch him strip his boxers off, smirking at me, "your loss, schat."

i roll my eyes as at him as he turns the shower on, stepping in.

"i'm just going to ask charles to take me home!" i exclaim but i hear max laugh, "your funny, he's already left. i'm your only ride unless you want to walk home." sitting back down on the bench, i face away from the open door of the bathroom and try to calm myself down while max showers.

what am i even doing? trying to fix a broken man? a man that refuses to recieve any form of help? a man that beats the shit out of others for money and because he likes it? what the actual hell am i doing.

"still mad at me?" i jump at the sound of his voice and how close it is. but i don't respond.

i stare at the ground as i can feel max walking over to stand in front of me.

"look at me." i snap my eyes up to meet his, refusing to look anywhere else even though his chest was twinkling in the light from the water.

"y'know i apprciate you, baby?" he questions me, "i feel like you don't, i just want to help you-"

"and i know you do, but you need to understand that i don't need help. there is no changing me. there is no fixing me, and that is something you need to get through that pretty head of yours if you want to be with me. got it?" i sigh out and stand up as max reaches out to me, grabbing my face in his big hands, "do you got it, leifje."

"yes." i say and he smiles at me, "that's my girl." patting my cheek, he pulls away and gets dressed. "now since we established there is no fixing one another, what do you think about being my girlfriend, hm?"

i stand there, frozen at his words, "girlfriend?" i repeat back and he hums. "me? you want me to be your girlfriend?" he laughs at my dumbfoundness and walks over to me, grabbing my waist as he sits down, pulling me into his lap.

"yes, you y/n, will you be a good girl and take the honors of being my girlfriend?" i cup his face in my hands and pull him in as we meet in a searing kiss.

"yes, i'll be your girlfriend, max." i whisper in the kiss and he smirks, pulling my hips closer, "and i will be your boyfriend."

meeting in another kiss, signifing our now relationship with labels, even though i couldn't fix him now, doesn't mean i won't stop trying in the future.

[greetings-humans]

suo hayato - martial arts rant

(minor plot spoilers for up until episode 4/chapter 8)

(all the stuff here also otherwise spoil suo's fighting style which you first see at ep 5/ch11-12)

now do you see this? (from ep 5)

and this (chapter 12)

so I have some experience in martial arts, like im a black belt in zendo ryuu karate do (a decently niche style of karate and like I also did a bit of jiu-jitsu, tho no competitions for any of these) but anyways this feels wrong.

now I don't claim to know all there is about martial arts but um. given the power behind even the weakest of punches (and kanumo (the opponent) survived shishitouren during its extremist phase so he can't be that weak), putting your hand in front of an incoming fist is a recipe for disaster and so much pain. the same can be said for attempting to... grab (??) the fist from above with your palm and your extended fingers, like you can see in the panel.

my poor, abused, tendinitis-ridden arms feel the pain for you, suo, please stop it.

we know from the manga, that suo isn't one of the people with "monster strength" (and those people also shouldn't be doing moves like this but I'll assume that monster strength also comes with insane muscle support on their arms/forearms/hands and they're also not trained in martial arts so whatever. let them make their mistakes since it doesn't hurt them that much) because suo is never described as having "monster strength" so him doing this is just off.

but, dee, you might say, this is a fucking manga/anime about teenage gangsters were you expecting realism??

as of episode 5 / chapter 12 (?), suo has confirmed that he's dabbled in mixed martial arts. you cant have him making these sort of mistakes for the shits and giggles.

and these feel like a decently basic mistakes, too. i asked my brother his opinion on this as a blue-belt in karate and he agrees with me that suo is off here. i asked my bsf (who has like a yellow belt in taekwondo but hasn't practiced martial arts in like nearly a decade) on an opinion on people using their palm to block an incoming punch and he thought that's weird. I asked google and even fucking wikihow disagree with the palm thing.

like. use your opponent's momentum against themselves yes. but also.

nowhere is there a mention of stopping the momentum with your palm. your fucking palm??? hello??? or stopping the momentum by grabbing the fist like that?? who grabs a fist from above😭😭 suo look at your goddamn wrist. joints are scared of you.

out of the top of my head, suo is in danger of breaking his fingers or spraining/breaking his wrist or fucking up his elbow, or some funky combination thereof. and he's also definitely getting in some sort of trouble with his tendon. but c'est la vie, ig.

and btw. he has pulled this off correctly a few times in the manga.

chapter 11

in the bottom right corner you see him deflecting properly and safely. and then rushing ahead to get out of Kanuma's range (wouldn't want a falling Kanuma to grab him on his way down lol). no clue what his left hand is doing tho. even if he was attempting to assume a ready stance. what the hell is his elbow doing that high? and why is his palm open and looking away from him? fuck if I know, this doesn't look like karate but there are like thousands of schools of karate with different variations so who knows. it's vaguely giving king fu or jiu jitsu but take this with a grain of salt.

or this from chapter 68. also correct technique. don't come at me for spoilers btw, I've literally given you zero context.

tho to be fair, I'm a little confused as to the angle that he's hand is at? like it seems like his torso is in front of the punch (which vaguely makes sense because the other guy can presumably aim towards center mass aka torso), but like suo should already be moving his torso away so his arm shouldn't be reaching out from that angle. whatever. I'll forgive this. it's super minor.

10/10 for just grabbing the damn wrist instead of what he was doing before.

tho once again to be fair, I'm also a little confused about what his free hand is doing once again but whatever. and how did the other guy lose his balance? idk suo tagged at his punching arm hard ig. and giving the "whap" sfx then he might have somehow hit the other dude's leg? certainly not with his free hand cause given his stance, he's still not low enough to hit the foot or shin of the other guy (which is what the panel insinuates). possibly suo used his front leg? whatever. still better than before.

nii satoru (the mangaka) so far seems great, because windbreaker has a nice plot and a fun, diverse cast of rather realistic teenagers (given the plot). he does seem to have a weakness when it comes to official martial arts styles, though, and that transferred towards the animation, as well.

[fly-pow-bye]

The Lost Blossom Shampoo Commercial

During my very early days on Tumblr, I was loving all the GIFs and I wanted to join the community. Along with my love of video games, I love animation and I love Cartoon Network, and I wanted to contribute even if my main Tumblr, which is all that I had back then, wasn't animation focused. I wanted to give something that nobody else has posted. I knew non-American commercials have unique animation not seen anywhere else, so that felt like a good idea. I decided, to add some unique Cartoon Network GIFs to Tumblr, to look through various Cartoon Network commercial reels on YouTube and Vimeo. One of the videos I found on Vimeo was this reel from Brendan Rogan, a producer at Cartoon Network Latin America. I found a clip of the Powerpuff Girls I had never seen at 0:32.

Wait, is this...a shampoo commercial? Seems really fitting considering the Blossom hair wave scene in The Mane Event, and I shouldn't be surprised someone decided to use something inspired by that scene in advertising. Not going to lie: I was intrigued.

After the break, my entire history of my attempt to track down this commercial.

Right after this part of Blossom that I made the GIF from is this clip of three superhero-like mascots flying around three different bottles of baby shampoo. One of them has a bubbly hairstyle that is the same color as the bubbles shown in the Blossom part, suggesting that these two clips are from the same commercial. I did not want to believe it at first, but it did fit pretty well. The Powerpuff Girls are 6 years old at the most, and they could still be using baby shampoo.

After my searches went nowhere, I e-mailed Brendan Rogan back in 2015, who was pretty much my only lead at the time, about it. Rogan asked me why I wanted to see the "full spot". I immediately recalled one YouTube video about people trying to find the guy from Active Enterprises of Cheetahmen infamy only to be met with an all caps "WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THIS INFORMATION" and no further replies, and I was hoping it was not going to end like that video. I did e-mail him with honesty, saying I just wanted to see the context of the full spot, and I'm a big Cartoon Network and Powerpuff Girls fan.

Rogan did not reply back.

I did not e-mail him again because I did not want to pester someone about a baby shampoo commercial, and I was holding onto the hope that it'll appear in a upload of commercials on YouTube so I do not have to test my anxiety. Of course, it'd be in way higher quality if I got it from someone who worked on the commercial rather than a VHS recording of commercials, but I was not thinking of that at the time. At least he indirectly confirmed a full spot exists.

Years later, I found a promotional reel based on the Toonix era of Cartoon Network Latin America, dated to 2011. It advertises The Amazing World of Gumball and Johnny Bravo Goes To Bollywood, both from 2011, so I can believe the year. It seemed to be made for investors and advertisers, showing off Cartoon Network's programming, and how they can have synergy with other brands. This includes a bunch of cross-promotion. Showing up at 4:52, to my surprise, is the Blossom ad. It was almost the exact same clip seen in the Rogan reel. The keyword is "almost." I got out my video editing software, and this is what I can see:

The Cartoon Network reel does have more of the commercial we did not see in the Rogan reel, though it's just more of the mascots flying in from outside of the frame and a little bit less of Blossom waving her hair around. This does confirm to me that neither reel was showing a single clip from the full spot, but two clips from different parts of the spot, showing the Cartoon Network character and showing what that Cartoon Network character was advertising. It also reconfirms that what I am looking for is not a Cartoon Network promo, but a baby shampoo commercial.

I also notice that even with these two different appearances, we only have 2.5 seconds of what could be a 15 or 30 second commercial. That alone does make that intriguing even with the possibility that Blossom only appears for that one second and the rest is just a generic baby shampoo ad. I hope that's not it, but it would explain why the full spot was not uploaded.

I did find one other piece of this campaign. It's not from the commercial, but it is related. Maybe it was an extremely lucky Google Image Search, or I just somehow stumbled across it in one of my searches. This was from a company named Bau Print, who specializes in different kinds of printing, including printing on vehicles, and, hey look!

There they are! It's even a photo taken from a camera that wasn't edited, meaning I could see from the metadata that it was taken in April of 2010. That does narrow down the beginning end of my search, though I had no doubt that the spot was at least post-Powerpuff Girls Movie. It also made me realize a bit of lore about these three super obscure mascots: they each represent the three different kinds of intense hydration: shampoo, conditioner, and combing cream. There are no Powerpuff Girls, showing either these superheroes were not just made for the commercial, or they wanted to use them without having to contact Warner Bros. or Cartoon Network.

This picture does prove that this campaign, at the very least, got to the point where it was advertised on trailer trucks. I did have a feeling this was a part of a scrapped campaign; maybe Johnson's got cold feet for having their clean baby shampoo brand be associated with girls that have beaten monkeys, criminals, talking dogs, and clowns to a pulp. However, wouldn't it be false advertising if a campaign that fell through ended up in a video that seemed to be made for advertisers?

And that's where my search runs cold. I have searched a lot of Cartoon Network Latin America commercial breaks on and off over the years, and I even used Filmot to search YouTube's subtitles for phrases that could be a part of it, like that "salud es belleza" tagline on that truck, and the full spot remains elusive after years of searching. I guess I could just imagine what the rest of the commercial could be.

The City of J&Jville, where our heroic trio responds to a dis-tress call: Blossom, superheroine of Townsville, is having a bad hair day and won't have the confidence to beat up Mojo Jojo and stop his "turn everyone into chickens with his chicken ray" plan. Lather, Rinse, and Repeat are called to action, and with their ultra-cleaning powers, they go into Blossom's hair as she stares at the mirror, and her hair magically turns luscious again. With her newfound confidence, Blossom flies to Mojo Jojo, and knocks his teeth out, bruising him with all of her techniques, her flurry of punches, her eye lasers, and the dreaded ponytail whiplash! The day is saved thanks to Blossom, and Johnson's Baby Hidratación Intensa! (Warning: Baby shampoo will not give your baby superpowers, do not let them fight crime.)

...okay, maybe that violence wouldn't have happened, but there is only one way we can find out for sure, and I can only wish I could find that way. So uh, here's another shampoo ad starring Hanna-Barbera characters that appears to be unrelated. Yes, the Powerpuff Girls are technically Hanna-Barbera. Bye.

[aleyah-lavelle]

Skateboard 3

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: the sexual tension between the fml and the sabbath plss 🥹

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

"What do you need from me again?" I said with annoyance.

Just as I expected, the Sabbath Crew was still here. Even after my conversation with Jay earlier about the assignment we were going to do together, they waited for me to finish. Joker was leaning against the car while Wooin stood beside him. Vinny and Grim were at the back of the car, seemingly indifferent to my presence.

Vinny and I made eye contact, so I gave him a sharp look in return. His gaze remained cold, so I looked away.

"Are you seriously considering joining that useless team?" Wooin asked irritably, hands tucked in his pockets. I crossed my arms in response.

"I don't see why you're so bothered about it," I retorted.

Since the day I arrived in Korea, Wooin was the first person I met here. He approached me first and shockingly, he already knew my name. That's why we ended up in a situation where I was going to sell my bike to him because he said he wanted to see it when we met again.

Wooin approached me with a swagger.  "I offered you a spot in our crew, but you turned it down. You'd rather side with Hummingbird?"

"They don't even compare to the Monsters," Joker muttered.

"I-I'm not really going to join," I looked at Vinny. "I just challenged Jay because I was bored. I already told you, I'm done with biking—"

"Do you think anyone will buy that lame excuse?" Vinny cut in, moving closer. "After all Wooin did for you, this is how you repay him?"

His words left me bewildered.

"Vinny," Grim scolded. I became even more confused.

"Your family owes some money to Sangho, right?" Wooin smirked evilly.

My face drained of color at the mention of that name, a figure my family had been evading for a long while. Fear was written all over me, but I struggled to maintain composure. How did they find out? Are they connected to him somehow? What kind of mess have I landed myself in now?

"H-How..."

"I've already settled it, Demitra," he murmured, drawing closer. "Just join us. Simple, isn't it?" He grinned, locking eyes with me. My heart raced, and I found myself fixated on his lips. Swallowing hard, I tried to snap out of it.

What's happening to me? I should be afraid of this man. Demitra, wake up! No matter how attractive these guys are, you shouldn't be easily swayed.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I whispered.

"We know who you are, Demitra. The Famous Biking Princess of the Underground," Wooin continued, causing my face to pale even more as I stepped back.

"Korea's underground is better than your own country. Why not give it a try?" Wooin brushed aside a strand of hair blocking my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"You did a background check on me. What the heck?" I retorted, a mix of anger and disbelief in my voice.

He laughed. "You and Joker would definitely get along. He's into underground cage fights too," He gestured towards Joker, who was also watching me intently.

I was too angry to speak. I can't believe these guys. I don't know what they want from me, but there's one thing I need to worry about. They found out my identity that I've been avoiding for so long. Yes, they are not the only ones to become addicted to bikes; I did too. That's how I earned the title of Bike Princess in the underground because I used to take on challenges there. I raced against others for money, and obviously, I always won, which made my name famous back then.

But that's all in the past. I want to forget about it because my life wasn't great while I was in the underground. While I enjoyed spending my money, it came at the cost of my parents' suffering. I was immature back then, unaware that my parents owed a huge debt to a man named Sangho.

I shifted my gaze to Wooin. This man paid my parents' debt just like that. It was so simple for him.

I lowered my head, realizing I had no reason to be upset with someone who had helped me.

"Why do you want me to join your group when it's clear that some of your members don't agree?" I glanced at Vinny, who appeared affected by my words.

"I don't want you because you'll only make things worse for us," Vinny stated bluntly. "Some of them are getting too fixated on you."

Wooin and Joker both turned to look at Vinny almost at the same time. Their intense gazes made me feel flustered. My heart raced, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Why would they be obsessed with someone like me?

"Hey," Joker warned Vinny.

"Shut up, you're into this too. Damn it," Vinny cursed.

"I-I'm sorry..." I bowed my head. They fell silent. "But I can't join your crew, not after what happened to me in the underground." My voice trembled, recalling the dark past. I felt the intense gazes of Wooin and Joker.

"But I'll do whatever you ask..." I tilted my head to meet Wooin's eyes directly. His gaze darkened, but he maintained a playful grin "In exchange for your help."

He nodded. "Get her in the car. We'll talk in a club. We'll discuss what happened to you back then--"

I interrupted Wooin. "I can't talk about that," I said abruptly. He furrowed his brow, waiting for more. "I know you have ties to Sangho."

"What has he done now?" Vinny asked impatiently.

Avoiding eye contact, I noticed Joker taking the skateboard from my hands. I looked up at him, finding his face void of emotion.

"Did he touch you?" he whispered. I quickly shook my head and hesitantly glanced at Wooin. They all watched me intensely, as if I were prey. Their looks stirred something within me. Joker and I weren't close—hell, he was practically a stranger to me. But the way he acted made it seem like we were close to each other.

"No," I replied. "But I've made some enemies in the underground. I had to escape because I knew they would kill me. I ran into dangerous people while racing. I believe they were also associated with Sangho." Heat rose in my eyes as I spoke.

Joker tensed up visibly. Grim shook his head and opened the car door. Vinny, on the other hand, seemed skeptical. Wooin's eyes held a hint of amusement.

"No one's going to touch you," Wooin approached me and gently held my neck down to my collarbone. "I've already taken responsibility for you. No one has the right to harm you; you belong to us now, whether you like it or not," he whispered huskily.

I met his gaze, and we locked eyes for a long moment. Why was someone like him helping me? Was it because of my biking skills? My breath quickened as I glanced down at his lips.

"Let's go. Stop teasing the girl, Wooin," Grim's voice broke the moment from the car.

"She's teasing me too, can't you see the look on her face?" Wooin replied playfully. Vinny shook his head and rode off on his bike. I parted my lips and lowered my gaze to my feet.

Vinny's discomfort had a strong impact on me, and I couldn't focus on what Wooin was saying. I knew he still held some resentment towards me. If he didn't want me to join their group, I wouldn't do it just for him. I didn't want to be part of their crew if Vinny wasn't comfortable with me being there.

"Don't worry, Demitra. Vinny will come around to liking you soon. Your beauty is irresistible," Wooin said, his tone playful and uncertain.

"I cannot join your crew, even if you say no one will hurt me. Vinny doesn't want me to be part of the Sabbath, and I don't want to upset him further,"

Wooin's expression suddenly changed, and Joker also looked at him. "And now he's making me furious. I will fucking kill him--"

"I'll go talk to him," Joker assured his friend. "I'll handle it."

"I don't believe it, you might just end up punching him," Grim said from inside the car.

"My decision is final," I said formally. "I will help you the best I can. You can ask me anything. I can also share my knowledge when it comes to racing," Wooin still looked frustrated.

"I still don't like this. We want you in our crew, can't you see that?" Wooin whispered. "If only I could mark you as ours. I want to protect you from those Hummingbird losers."

Wooin's words caught me off guard. I glanced at Joker to gauge his reaction, and both he and Grim seemed serious.

"This is nonsense. Why would a famous crew want me?"

"You might be surprised if I tell you," Wooin licked his lips, showing off his long and sharp tongue. "Let's just say I get turned on by watching videos of you racing. Damn, how can you be so good?"

[james-is-here]

It's been almost year...next month. Small little thing, not very long.

Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 @demtttt @heartbinn @succubus-hansol @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk

You were struggling and you stopped looking for help after people said you were overreacting but his videos were the only think that helped you push through your training.

You've yet to meet him despite being in the same building. You did see him but you've only waved at each other and the others.

They were your idols, your inspiration, you wanted to get good enough to be on the same level as them and Chan's videos always made you feel safe.

When you heard that they knew you, you couldn't stop freaking out. Chan had mentioned how hard the trainees he's seen have been working and he mentioned you specifically, saying that he once peaked in for a couple minutes and watched you practice and it made you so happy that your work is pulling off.

Then they stopped. You sat around the usual time he'd go live but there was nothing but you you stayed hopeful. He might've been busy, maybe it'll be a monday live you told yourself but there was no monday live.

You stayed optimistic for a week...

a month...

two months....

three months...

Eventually you crashed, you gave up and realized that he's stopped completely. You watch his old videos but it's not the same, it brings comfort but not the same as when you're watching for the first time.

Then he goes live for his birthday and you couldn't help but cry, finally getting to watch Chan live again and you stayed for the whole live, your heart swelling when he got a goose plush, the same one you've had since you were a kid.

When he started to close up the live you waited, holding your breath and tears, balled up in the corner of the practice room you occupied and hoping that he'd do it but when the live ended and there was nothing, your heart sank and your tears of joy turned into tears of pain.

You miss the Chan Stay use to have, you miss his big hugs. "What happened to sunbaenim..." You cry softly, pulling your hoodie tighter around you and crossing your arms over your knees before burying your face in your arms.

"Woah, hey, you okay?" Some one is kneeling next you you and you raise your head, wiping your tears away before looking away and hiding your face. "I-It's s-stupid...I-I just m-miss s-someone..." "You from here or out of korea?" "H-Here...but I'm f-from Busan. I-It's not my family I-I m-miss though...J-Just this guy..."

"Do you mind me asking who?" "I call him Chan-Sunbaenim...I-I'm overreacting, I-I shouldn't be crying j-just b-because I miss his lives. I-I just f-finished w-watching his birthday live a-and there was no hug..."

The person next to you hums before gently placing his hand on the back of your head and ruffling your hair lightly. "I happen to know Chan." You sniff, wiping your eyes and lifting them from the floor to finally look at the person who's kind enough to listen to you.

You gasp, wiping more of your tears away and trying to look decent when you see just who it is sitting next to you. "H-Han Sunbaenim, I-I'm sorry." You go to stand to bow but he rests a gentle hand on your arm. "Hyung is okay and it's not stupid for missing someone." "I-I've been told it is." "Well whoever told you that must think emotions make you weak. You aren't overreacting, Mn." "Y-You know me?" "Yeah. We all do."

You sniff and Jisung reaches forward to wipe a fallen tear away. "Come on, you want to finally meet Chan-Hyung?" "I-If I won't be a bother..." "Come on." He stands up and reaches out for your hands. You take his hands and he pulls you up, his hand still holding yours as he pulls you out of the practice room. "How old are you, Mn?" You let him guide you as you pick at your sleeve, still holding his hand. "Seventeen." "Ooh, I was seventeen when I debuted." "I know. I know about all of you."

He brings you to a door and he knocks, which you found a bit odd. "Jisung, why are you knocking, pabo- oh." You shrink further behind Jisung's shoulder when the door opens and you're met with Hyunjin. "I'm not a pabo, you're a pabo." Hyunjin gasps and you can't help but let a small smile grace your lips, he really is dramatic in real life. "You can't call me a pabo, pabo."

There's more movement behind the door before Hyunjin is being pulled away. "That's enough, stop being rude to each other." It was Chan and you can't stop the tears brimming your lash line and you lean into Jisung's shoulder. "Hey, Mn, it's okay."

He turns around, letting go of your hand and gently trying to guide your face to look at him. "It's okay, Mn." "Mn?" "Y-Ye-yes?" Your voice is meek as one hand holds Jisung's hand and the other is on the side of your face, your sweater paws covered in tears.

"What wrong?" You shake your head with a sob. "I-It's d-dumb." You hiccup and Chan readjusts his own sleeve to reach over and wipe your tears away. "Is it really dumb or do you think it's dumb?" You shake your head and hide your face.

"He finished watching your birthday live. He thinks it's dumb and he's over reacting because he misses your lives." Chan coos softly that pulls a sob out of you, you haven't heard genuine concern for you in a while. "Aw, Mn, I'm sorry." "I-It's nothing." "No, No, it's okay." You smooths down your hair and slowly brings you closer. "From what I understand, he was upset there was no hug." Jisung says rubbing your back.

"Oh, Mn, come here." He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around your shoulders where your cries are muffled into his hoodie, squeezing you tightly and resting his chin on the top of your head. "I wish I could apologize to other Stays. I'm sorry, Mn, I'm so sorry." You wrap your arms around him, fisting the back of his hoodie and hugging him just as tight. "Thank you, Sunbaenim." "Call us Hyung, okay? You're an honorary Stray Kid, okay?" Your laugh is watery as you sniff and pull back, wiping your tears and looking up slightly to catch Chan's smile.

"Cute..." You mutter softly and your hand covered by your sleeve points at his dimple and Chan laughs, pulling you back in for another hug. "You're cute. Come on, how about you watch us record for a little bit." Your eyes widened as you look from him to Jisung behind you and back to him. "R-Really? I-I don't want to be a bother." "It'll be okay."

He suddenly leans closer and whispers as if he's telling a top secret. "You can try Felix's brownies." He whispers and your eye light up before a voice is heard behind him. "Better hurry! Changbin-Hyung is gonna eat them all!" It was Felix followed by The aforementioned rapper. "I'm not the only one! Minho has been eating them too!"

Chan smiles and opens the door more, laughing at the kids. "Wanna join?" You look in to see Felix holding the brownie box behind him as Changbin attempts to grab more, both missing how Minho just takes one out undetected. Jeongin is next to Hyunjin and Seungmin is on the floor in front of the maknae.

"Yeah, I'd love to."

[mrsnancywheeler]

thinking about jealous finnick..🤭

just imagine reader was baking something with peeta and she comes to finnick showing the cute cookies and cupcakes and he thinks they are so good, his compliments are through the roof. but then she says "oh but peeta's is so much better i don't think anyone could do what he does" and everyone knows how in love peeta is with katniss but finnick's brain just doesn't register that. so he gets all defensive being all "i could do better" and reader notices him being a little jealous so she teases him further... but eventually she sees how serious he is😭😭 so it ends with "baby you know that peeta is madly in love with the one and only - girl on fire right? and nothing in this world could ever make me stop loving you" and finnick gets embarrassed and shy acting like he was just joking... but we know he wasn't

-🐚

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG EVERYONE PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😭💔

this is even funnier considering I think finnick can cook, but not bake, but he's also stubborn and loves to try. but you're highly aware every attempt at baking with finnick ends in a huge mess in the kitchen, eating the dough even though you know you shouldn't, burnt goods, probably a food fight with flour and batter on your faces and clothes. it just makes it even funnier when he tries to insist he could probably do better.

and finnick tries to act nonchalant about it even though he isn't and it's just hilarious. his little shrug with an, "i could" and when you laugh he just does a little pout, "I could, tomorrow we'll make something and I'll show you."

"Finn, it's like Peeta's thing. no offense, but he's like a miracle worker when he's baking. and it tastes like pure heaven."

and you praising peeta so much irks finnick because he'd never ever say it, but he feels like he should be better at it then since you seem to like it so much. but he's all cool and suave so he scoffs, "he's fine I guess. I could still do better."

and it's hitting you that he's jealous and you're leaning over the counter enough to kiss his nose and slyly smile, "I don't think you could, I mean the way he kneads the dough with his hands-"

"what's so good about his hands?" he's interrupting you.

"I'm just saying he's skilled."

"with his hands?" and he's crossing his arms, brows furrowing, huffing under his breath, "but you said I was talented with mine."

"you are!"

"but not as good as Peeta. what else did he show you?" and you would be offended by the insinuation if it wasn't for how pouty he was, he looked like a sad puppy as you crossed over to him, laughing slightly.

"finnick, I don't know if you've noticed but he does happen to be madly in love with the girl on fire, and even if he wasn't, which he is. I happen to be madly in love with someone else."

"who?" he's still pouting and you pause from the kisses you'd started peppering on his hands.

"you, finnick, I'm in love with you! like obsessed with you, and your hands, and your eyes, and your laugh, and the pout you do, and the way you make me sit down when you cook so you can look at me, and the way you bring knick-knacks home, I'm so in love with you it's insane."

and he's trying to hide the fact he blushing, "well, yeah, I knew that. of course I knew that." and he pauses for a second before his eyes basically bug out as he rushes out, "and I love you too! in all the same ways! well I guess not really all the same- you know what I mean, but I mean, I just-"

"I know, finnick, I know."

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

do u think ur gonna write a part three? i love ur writing style!!! ate that shit up so fast

Thank you so much!! Here's kind of a part 3 with Wolfstar acting on their feelings. Hope you like it.

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"Come with me, Moony" Remus heard Sirius whispering in his ear, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.

With all the noises that The Karaoke Night brought, Sirius’s voice sounded intimate and delicate. Even if they were surrounded by loud teenagers.

Remus's eyes were fixed on James and Lily singing to each other on stage.

"Where?" Remus asked loud enough for Sirius to hear him. He didn't dare to look at him in the eye.

"I want to show you something"

Sirius’s breath was warm and he smelled really great. God, he was so close.

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise" Sirius said in his ear again "Don't you trust me?"

Remus raised his eyebrows teasingly.

"I shouldn't, Sirius" he answered "But unfortunately I do"

Remus smiled knowing Sirius’s reaction would be the same. But before he knew it, Sirius was already on his feet, offering his hand to Remus.

The boy dared to look up finding that Sirius was smirking handsomely. Gryffindor Jersey with black tight trousers. His iconic leather jacket on top. It gave Remus chills that someone so gorgeous was paying attention to him and only him.

Ever since their conversation in the dorm, when Remus confessed to him he was gay, Sirius had been stuck like glue by Remus's side. It wasn't in the supportive brotherly way James had been (because he had told the rest of his friends as well). It was different. Sirius sometimes stared without discretion. He touched Remus a lot. Subtle things like play with his wristbands or take his arm to draw on it, or fix his curls, or squeeze his chin. It had been driving Remus insane.

He even asked Grant about it over the phone.

"Sounds pre'ty queer to meh, sweetheart" he had laughed "Trust meh, no straight bloke gets comfy with touching another bloke"

However Sirius and James were comfortable touching each other affectionately. But in Sirius’s case it was different. He had a certain intention in the way he did it with Remus. Although Remus didn't want to get his hopes up.

"Come on, Moony!" Sirius exclaimed, getting him back to the present.

Remus looked around. Most of the teens were busy with the show. But as Remus took Sirius’s hand to rise up, he noticed the nostalgic gaze of Alecto Carrow. She had been trying to gain Sirius’s attention since term started. And even if she was annoying, Remus kind of understood what was like to want Sirius Black when he didn't want anyone back.

"You might want to grab a jacket" Sirius smiled at Remus and only him "We are going outside"

Remus raised an eyebrow "What about the teachers?" he asked gesturing to the table in which some of the teachers were watching kids sing. Chaperones that avoided chaos. And even if some students were having fun with the innocent karaoke, others were utterly bored and annoyed without alcohol.

"Don't worry" Sirius shrugged "They are very well distracted"

So Remus followed Sirius without any excuse left. Not that he didn't want to go. They got up to the dorms first.

"Go grab your jacket" Sirius said as they climbed the stairs "I'll meet you downstairs in ten"

"Where are you going?"

"So many questions, Moony" Sirius grinned "We will need refreshments, wouldn't we?"

"Refreshments as in alcohol?"

Sirius winked as a response "I want to show you a place. You're going to love it"

How was Remus supposed to react with all of this? What was Remus supposed to do when the boy one had fancied since forever said he had a surprise for him? Should Remus get his hopes up and blindingly follow Sirius anywhere or stop with this nonsense?

Wasn't Sirius supposed to be straight?

'Did he ever do something like this for one of his girls, though?' a voice said inside his head.

A voice that sounded a lot like Grant.

Once Remus grabbed a jacket, some cigarettes and a split just in case, he found Sirius just outside the Common Room.

Sirius smirked widely as he showed him a package that looked like a bottle. A bottle of booze presumably.

"Where did you get that?"

"Tobey" Sirius replied, then looked at Remus with a cheesy smile "Don't look at me like that. I know you buy packs from him as well"

"Sometimes" Remus shrugged "He's a charger that one"

Sirius led the way after that as they walked into the lonely halls of the Castle.

Sirius was holding his hand all the way through. Maybe like a parent with his child scared that he might get lost. Or maybe like a person did with their lover. Remus could pretend it was the second one.

"Where are we going?" Remus asked, because the silence might have exposed his loud heart beats.

But Sirius shut him up "Don't you trust me?"

"I am starting to regret it" Remus tried to joke.

Sirius silenced him with his finger. "Filch might be around" he whispered.

So they were quiet the rest of the way. Sirius led Remus out of the castle into the woods.

Remus's rational part was telling him about the dangers of getting inside the forest at night. It was against the rules. They could get caught. But, Remus's emotional part didn't care about that. He was just happy to be with Sirius. To be holding his hand and following blindly.

Sirius kept looking back at Remus giving him beautiful smiles. At some point he had opened the bottle, taking gulps himself and passing it to Remus.

"Taking me into the woods and getting me drunk..." Remus commented happily "I'm actually considering you are a serial killer"

Sirius laughed "We're almost there, Moons. God, you're impatient"

"You know me, I simply cannot wait patiently for my death"

When Sirius turned to look with his eyebrow raised, Remus put his hands up defensively.

"I was joking"

"Before you die, you have to see my surprise first"

Sirius stopped on his tracks and scanned around.

"What? Did you see something? They say there are wolves around this forest"

Sirius silenced him again then he smiled when he spotted something "It's this way, Moony. Come on"

And just like that, Sirius ran. He was laughing happily as he went. Remus just observed at first.

"FOLLOW ME MOONY! COME ON!" Sirius yelled from somewhere.

"Fucking hell" Remus sighed before taking a large gulp of the booze and running after Sirius.

Remus started feeling adrenaline through his veins as they ran through trees and trees. Sirius was just in front of him, full of euphoria, screaming at the top of his lungs. His happiness was contagious. So Remus screamed and laughed as well

"Here we are" Sirius announced when they arrived "Isn't it beautiful?"

Remus's mouth dropped open when he took a look of that place. They had arrived at the lake apparently. But this was a new part of the forest, The Marauders hadn't seen. It was a wonderful of part of the lake. It looked like an enchanted forest with beautiful trees that seemed alive. With the moon reflected on the water. And some fireflies flying around.

"Woow" Remus gasped "This is beautiful"

Sirius was grinning, proud of showing him this place.

"I know, right?" he asked walking closer to the water "Found it the other day. I kind of got lost started panicking but this place gave me peace. Then I found my way back easily"

"The other day?" Remus frowned "You mean the day you skipped class and disappeared for a while?"

Sirius nodded shyly.

It had been a bit of a worrying nightmare to watch over Sirius lately. Ever since he escaped his house over the summer, his friends had been worried about him. He did wild things like skip class, get into fights, drink and get lost for hours. Things like the one he was doing now.

Maybe Remus shouldn't have encouraged him.

"Pads..."

"When I saw it first, I thought: Moony would love this" Sirius interrupted, then turned with a smile "I didn't know why I wanted to show you first"

Remus smiled back.

"Do you like it?"

"It is amazing, but..."

Remus stopped because of the intense way Sirius was looking at him. He was getting closer slowly and painfully. And Remus was frozen as Sirius reached the bottle from his hands to take a sip.

"Do you dare?" Sirius asked as he gave Remus the bottle back and started unzipping his jacket.

"Ha?" Remus wished he wasn't blushing this easily.

"Get in the water" Sirius giggled amused.

When Sirius took off his shirt and trousers, Remus was doomed. He couldn't stop staring. His eyes were stuck there. His mouth went inexplicably dry.

"Come with me for a swim"

Remus blinked and  shook his head "It's freezing, Sirius. The water is probably the same. Don't want to die frozen over"

Though Sirius didn't seem to mind the cold. And Remus's body was warming up with the sight.

Sirius smirked "Don't exaggerate, Moony. Cold water is good for the skin"

"I knew you wanted to kill me"

That made Sirius laugh deliciously.

"I am going in" he shrugged and ran inside the lake, gasping and whining for the cold.

"Told you!" Remus smiled as he hugged the bottle to himself.

"I'm completely chill" Sirius said with shaking teeth anyway, which made Remus laugh.

Then Sirius grinned and got fully inside the lake  Remus enjoyed the view of his back as he bent down.

"You're such a faggot, Remus" he whispered to himself before drinking up.

Sirius screamed as he got out. He looked glorious with his hair wet. He was a true Greek God that one. Like those hero statues.

"GET IN, MOONY! PLEASE!!"

Remus shook his head vehemently. But he was happy.

"DON'T BE A PUSSY, MOONY MOONS!"

"Yeah exactly" Remus said to himself "I am a pussy. And I would go there and eat your delicious fucking mouth, you fucking wanker"

"WHAT??"

"NOTHING!!"

God, Remus was an idiot. Another gulp.

Sirius had been the boy he had dreamt about since he was ten years old. Even before knowing what love was. No matter how much time passed, Sirius was always going to sweep Remus off his feet, make him feel alive, make his heart dance with happiness. And of course, make him do stupid things.

Like drowning more alcohol and stripping down.

"YEAH! THAT'S THE GRYFFINDOR I KNOW!"

Remus bit his lip "SHUT UP"

Remus got undressed quickly. Sirius was very confident of his body. He was constantly showing skin at the dorm, at gym class, even in the sunniest days. Not Remus. He was always hiding his feminine body with big sweaters and hoodies, he never got undressed in front of someone and he never showed more skin than part of his arms. His body wasn't nice to look at as Sirius’s. He was covered in scars. He was too skinny. And he still hid his chest under a binder.

But tonight, Remus felt bold. He took his clothes off quickly minus his underwear and binder and got into the water before Sirius had the chance to watch.

And Sirius didn't seem to mind. He was beamed that Remus had followed his madness.

"THAT'S MY MOONY!"

The iced water hurt Remus's limbs for a few seconds. When he emerged, he screamed with cold.

"FUCKING HELL, SIRIUS!" Remus managed to say before his teeth shook "THIS IS FREEZING. JESUS, I AM GOING TO DIE!"

Sirius laughed at Remus's misery. He swam closer graciously.

"You get used to it"

"You're really insane, Padfoot" Remus's body shook involuntarily.

"It is fun"

Sirius was smiling as he approached.

"You have a twisted idea of fun, tosser" Remus laughed as he moved his arms in the attempt of getting warmer "Should we swim-race to warm up?"

"I have a better idea"

Remus stopped smiling when he realized Sirius was too close to him. He didn't seem to be in a joking mode anymore. He kept looking at Remus with intense seriousness. His gray eyes traveled through Remus's face over and over. And Remus was too pathetic to do anything.

He also didn't do anything as Sirius’s hand reached forward. Remus was very still as Sirius put one of his locks away from his face.

"Is this the part when you kill me?" Remus whispered trying to joke and lose the tension. Though Sirius didn't laugh.

Sirius was lost in thought, looking as if he was fighting with himself. Despite the fact that he seemed to be hesitating, he scooped even closer. So close Remus could feel his warm breath and count the water drops across his face. He was so gorgeous it hurt.

"What are you doing to me, Remus?" Sirius asked, frowning a little with his eyes glistened with what appeared to be tears. Though Remus wasn't sure. It could have been the fact that Sirius was wet. "I cannot stop thinking about you" he was speaking very low and very slowly "I cannot stop thinking how much I want to kiss you"

He's drunk! Remus immediately told himself. He hit his head when he got into the lake! There had to be some explanation.

The reasonable part of Remus was sure this couldn't be possible. He thought this was a dream or a fantasy in Remus's mind. Maybe it was a prank. Maybe Sirius was making fun of him or proving him because he was gay. Maybe Sirius wanted to see if Remus wanted to kiss him to raise his ego by having not only plenty of girls but a gay guy after him as well.

These thoughts crossed Remus's mind in only a second. But an irrational part of him shook them away.

"Kiss me then"

Remus didn't know where he got the confidence to say it without hesitation.

Sirius did as he was told. He didn't use force as he leaned in. On the contrary he closed his eyes, touched Remus's cheek and kissed him delicately.

It wasn't a wild kiss. It was more like lips touching each other shyly. It lasted only a second. A second in which Remus tasted glory. Then Sirius broke apart.

They were frozen for a sip of time to think about why they had done as they stared into each other.

And then boom!

They were glued back together like freaking magnets. This time they weren't shy and careful. This time it was all about passion. They moved quickly desperate to taste each other's tongues. They opened themselves for the other really fast. As soon as Remus's tongue touched Sirius’s, he saw stars.

It was a wave of pleasure, and a wild electric shot all over Remus's body. He forgot about the cold. He forgot about the carefew and the possible wolves around. He forgot about everything. His own name even. He forgot about who he was and what he was.

All he knew was that he never wanted to stop what he was doing now. All he knew was that he couldn't believe he had lived without tasting this, without doing this. What had been life without Sirius’s lips on his? What was life without Sirius’s fingers running through his hair the way they were doing now?

Everything was Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius and Sirius. Remus didn't know anything else. He didn't need anything else.

He was finally alive. He was finally breathing. He had been dead until now.

And Remus cursed the fact that he was human and his weak body needed air to survive. Remus's whole existence protested as Sirius pulled away to take a breathe.

Remus was too overwhelmed to move so he only opened his eyes. And thank God he did, because the sight he had in front of him couldn't be missed.

Sirius, so beautiful, had his cheeks slightly pink, his wet hair a mess, his lips swollen and hydrated. Remus had tasted them seconds ago!

The best part was the way Sirius smiled which meant he was about to burst in joy as well as Remus. The latter even let out a soft laughter.

But seconds of torture were the ones in which Remus's lips weren't kissing Sirius’s. He wanted him again. He wanted more. He wanted this forever. He wanted to kiss Sirius until the day he died.

So Remus pulled Sirius from his neck into another snogging session. Impressively, this time better than the last one. Sirius ate his mouth hungrily, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling Remus closer.

Remus's heart was going to explode out of his chest. He wouldn't mind mingling with Sirius’s self until becoming one. This was where heaven was. Right here. And Remus didn't want to ever leave. Ever.

[joealwyndefenseattorney]

Allow me to enter the "adult conversation". I want to answer to that anon aswell.

why didn't he show up for taylor when she needed support?

what do you even mean? As in public or private? Cause privately you don't know anything and if she stayed with him for years clearly he was doing something right. If you mean in public, first of all how do you know Taylor needed support and how do you know when she needed it? Did you expect him to drop everything and go to every single event of hers? Which is kind of hard given that she's constantly doing things and he has a job unlike what you all think. And he did supported her by the way they way

Why was he resentful of her success?

who told you he was resentful of anything? The voices in your head?

Why didn't he go with her to several awards shows? Including the Grammys!

which awards shows exactly are you referring to? Because the usual examples swifties give were on dates he was working. Funny you should mention the Grammys cause he was in the backstage of the 2022 Grammys, when even the relationship was mostly likely dead. If you mean the 2021 Grammys, he was filming. There was a pandemic and travel restrictions. Even if he could have gone, he would have to stay in quarantine before and after obviously messing up the filming schedule

Why did he party in her house whilst ignoring her all the time?

I'm sick of this party story you all got from out of nowhere. And apparently somehow even for the scope he ignored her at said party. First of all, they were living together on that house, as much as you think otherwise it wasn't her house. It was their house, as partners of years who already lived together anyway. He was not a high school kid having to ask for permission from his parents to throw a party. So if he did use the house to throw a party, it's not this outrageous thing you make it out to be. Let me remind you Taylor met and was friend with his co-stars aswell.

Why did he want her to not be as famous as she is now while Travis is very open to it?

Again, who told you he didn't want her to be famous? And I'm guessing you must be a teenager because asking why one person is ok with something someone else isn't is screaming I don't have life experiences. Think about it, if you like tomatoes does that mean everyone likes tomatoes? Ofc not, because we all have different tastes. So why does Travis loves fame and Joe doesn't? Obviously because they are two different people. And quite clearly not only Travis is ok with Taylor's fame, he also loves it and wants to be famous too.

Taylor wanted to be loved out loud but joe always seemed embarrassed by her.

if Taylor wants to be loved out loud good for her, but not everyone does and not everyone has the same love language. If she wanted that, that bad then she should have left Joe earlier cause he shouldn't change who he is to please her. They were together for years, she had plenty of time to realize he couldn't give what she wanted.

And if you mean he was embarassed as in I'm trying to do my job and promote it and people want to know about my personal life instead... that's just you thinking he should have given you content

Why didn't he answer what his fave taylor song was?

Again, because the interviews were about his job not personal life. Because he didn't want to, which is more than enough reason. Because you are not entitled to know about it anyway lol also that question was made back in 2018 when they were very much still very closed off. Maybe after folkore they would have had more luck. The only person entitled to know was Taylor and I'm sure she did so

Why did it always seem like he hated us, the fans?

As he should???? You are all fucking annoying and vile. And if he didn't hate you before, after how you all treated him over the last year he has more than reasons to. If you want the serious answer, he wasn't obliged to love any of you. He wasn't in a relationship with any of you. Get that in your skull. The person he loved was Taylor and that was the person he was in a relationship with. The reason you like Travis is because he's bootlicking you, but I assure you that's not the normal thing. Anyone normal doesn't care to appease and try her gf's fans to like you. The most he should do is respect you and not treat you badly and Joe always followed that. But ofc he didn't care beyond that. Why should he?

Why did he interact with several of his female co stars but locked her away in the basement of his heart?

not the basement. Like stop with this quoting her lyrics as a form of criticism. It's cringe as hell. Also he interacted with his co-stars (regardless of gender) yeah. Did you want him to just ignore them??? In which planet do you live?

Or literally not see she was depressed as he left her behind at home (caging her) while he went to the bar?

Not caging her. Stop you're ridiculous. Taylor wasn't chained at home. If she wanted to go out no one would stop her. Stop being ridiculous ffs. What bar are you even talking about? Is this about the black dog song which not only is post breakup but not even about him? And guess what, by Taylor's own words he was also depressed. So you can also ask yourself, why should he have empathy for her depression when he was depressed and she talks about it like a burden?

[dnalt-d2]

Recent Egg Developments, How I Feel About It, and What I'm Doing After

Alright I'm gonna stop being sad for like two minutes, or at least long enough to explain what exactly happened for those who missed it

So we had the Murder Mystery Event today, and a lot of people showed up. It was really fun, and we really enjoyed it

And then, after it was over, Richarlyson informed us that he was leaving QSMP. He did not give a reason as far as I know, and I don't think it's smart or fair to speculate. I have my own ideas as to why, but I know that sharing them wouldn't be productive

Not long after, over on Phil's stream, Chayanne and Lullah informed us that they were leaving as well. They did talk pretty vaguely about "The next time they wake up," but this could have likely been some flowery language and not literal. There's a strong chance they will not wake up in QSMP again

As of now, Pepito and Leo are the only Eggs confirmed to still be part of the project, but I'm not really sure what the future will hold for them

Like I said before, I am personally hoping this is a sort of indefinite hiatus. Like they're leaving and there's a strong chance they won't come back, but there could be a non-zero chance sometime in the future. I would not get my hopes up for this though, because the chances of that happening are most likely very slim

I am honestly really sad about this development, but we all knew this couldn't last forever. I wish we had a better resolution, but this is how things are for now. I don't know if this is related to the Admin Situation or not, but again, since that hasn't been confirmed, we shouldn't speculate. It's just as possible that they felt they were done with this chapter of their life, which is entirely fair. I will never hold this decision against them, and I really hope others don't either. I wish them the best, and I wish you all the best as well, QSMPblr

Because I'm honestly not sure where I'm gonna go from here. Chayanne and Lullah were a huge reason I was so invested with QSMP, and the same goes for all the other Eggs. And while I'd love to say that I'll definitely stick around 100%, I'm just not sure I'll do that. I guess we'll see, but if I start petering out after this, know that I had a hell of a time over here

I've never been part of a fandom to this capacity before, and I had a hell of a time. Theorizing, ranting, sharing my thoughts, it was all a blast. And I wanna say that I might not have interacted with others due to anxiety, but I was always so happy to see that people liked what I had to say, and seeing that some people were coming back for it, or going through my blog and liking everything. I may have never said anything, but I saw you, and I appreciate you all so much

I might start talking about more non-QSMP Stuff here too, so if anyone who followed me JUST for QSMP, sorry. But I don't want this blog to die out, because it's been such a fun chapter for me. It might be a new chapter now, but I'm still gonna be here for it

Thanks again everyone. Thanks Egg Admins, Non-Egg Admins, QSMP Creators, QSMPblr, and Everyone else in-between

And of course, Thanks Quackity, for making such an incredible experience

It's been a wild ride

[dr-futbol-blog]

Underground, Pt. 2

Once they return to the Genii homeworld, their poor sense of direction is again highlighted. Sheppard actually says "I prefer a straight line" but what he actually does is the complete opposite of this. And while Rodney teases Sheppard about being lost, he's exactly as lost as he is. They walk unnecessarily close, bumping into each other. They banter. They seem to be real comfortable around each other.

Sheppard, uh. Checks McKay's assets in the barn.

He was actually watching McKay's "six" for real, too. All the team members usually arrange themselves around McKay in some formation likely because he is inexperienced in field work and a valuable asset. Here, Sheppard could have entered the barn in front of Rodney to make sure it's safe, but he opts to trail after the man, guarding him from behind, allowing McKay to lead the way. They are working as a team. Also, Sheppard does go down the hatch first to take the brunt of what ever might be in there. Later on, in the hive, he actually explicitly tells McKay "Okay, I'll cover your six. Go!"

They are having such a good time together that Sheppard actually has to remind McKay that they are there for a reason. He also seems to be continuing to educate McKay on how to act on a mission like he did at the beginning of Childhood's End:

McKay: I'm picking up a strange reading from right over there. Sheppard: Define strange. McKay: You don't know what ‘strange' means? Sheppard: I know what ‘strange' means, Rodney ... McKay: Weird, freakish, odd ... Sheppard: ... I'm just trying to determine whether it's worth getting off the route back to the village.

He calmly explain why he needs to know and needs McKay to be clear about it.

We never see Sheppard teach him about weapons other kind of military training, even though McKay does become somewhat proficient in them over the years. But this we see, Sheppard instructing McKay on what he needs to know when they're on a mission and how communication on the field differs from regular communication.

Then, of course, they get caught. Tell me McKay's first instinct here isn't to grab Sheppard's hand:

In the underground bunker scene, they mirror each other to a ridiculous extent. Once more, a sign of attraction. Even with guns pointed at them, they seems to be in this world of their own having a private conversation. They are also finishing each other's sentences.

Notable is that they're also both trying to keep the other safe, here. Sheppard communicates to McKay through a mere look that he shouldn't reveal all of their cards to the Genii. McKay, on his part, offers up his own know-how in hopes that they will be spared. It's very sweet.

The bit where Sheppard shifts in his seat and licks his lip after McKay tells him that most of his high school chess club could design an A-bomb has been pointed out by many:

Aroused? Maybe. But I've pointed out before that this mouth thing he does when he's feeling some kind of discomfort, it's a nervous tick. While they have been bantering and going back and forth all day, possibly because he's feeling uneasy that McKay has started asserting his intellectual superiority here and while it's mostly directed toward the Genii, Sheppard does receive some of it. He doesn't like it, obviously. It's natural to feel the need to be liked and respected by someone you are attracted to.

We also return to the topic of having children (cf. Childhood's End). Sheppard is worried about the radiation exposure McKay is describing. He tells Sheppard that they're going to be fine, as long as he wasn't planning on having children, clearly jesting. John's reaction is interesting:

His first, purely instinctual response is a nod to Rodney. Subconsciously yes, he does. But then he shakes his head, which is the more measured response. He also seems confused, probably because he can't be 100% sure whether McKay was joking or not. Like he's suddenly thinking at least a dozen things at the same time. Interesting that we keep return to this topic. (Also, there's kind of a ring composition going on between the final season and the first, which is why they return to the topic then).

Related to this, I did wonder about the nature of Cowen and Tyrus' relationship here. Tyrus has a daughter, so the viewer will naturally interpret him as a straight man. However, we never see nor hear any word of Sora's mother. Unlike Tyrus, Cowen has curly hair and Sora's curls are her most notable feature. Cowen very obviously holds her in high regard. But it's the way he sits down, defeated, once they return to the jumper and he finds out that they lost Tyrus, that Tyrus is dead. Like he doesn't think his legs will carry anymore. Clearly Cowen cared very deeply about Tyrus.

And oh, here is the exact moment John Sheppard falls in love (this is during McKay's technobabble about separating different radioactive isotopes which is to say, being completely in his element):

This is when he goes from being interested in and attracted to this strange person that has come into his life to "Oh sh--."

Even when they are in the wraith ship, surrounded by a thousand terrible things and McKay is about to undertake the potentially extremely dangerous task of cutting into its electric wiring, Sheppard can't quite keep his eyes off of him. One would think that cutting into a living ship, something he cannot ever have seen previously, would be pretty interesting and worth looking at. But, uh. Gotta check out the boo first. You have a problem, my friend.

(And let's maybe return to the vagina symbolism of the wraith and the hives at some other time but wow, is it not subtle).

Finally, let me point out a contrast in visual story-telling:

Weir is wearing a skimpy light tank top, Sheppard is wearing a black turtleneck sweater and his hands are folded, a universal sign of a defensive posture. They are alone in a poorly lit balcony outside, so the reason can only be her. They are made to clash, not to complement.

Whereas with McKay and Sheppard, we are not only made to note their similarity here, but also the open body language they have toward one another while having guns pointed at them by bad guys, and while they are inside, underground, in a bunker, the scene is very softly lit.

As already stated, there were so many people involved in making this happen.

[kyaruun]

i'm halfway-ish done with amnesia later (which means i've played like. 2 routes) but dang they're too short TT maybe i'm just too used to fd being pretty long?

[another-one-bites-the-chipaguasu]

I find it fumny that people say that Elon Muskrat has the mentality of a 6 year old.

Which is offensive to 6 year olds. They're often very smart and if you explain to them what's happening they reason it and accept it.

You know what mentality he has? Of a far right aligned male, and I know this because I've met tons of them through the years and they all act the same. Hell! I live with one!

And it's always the same story. They refuse to lose, they know everything and more than everyone else, they won't listen to your arguments because they're already convinced that you're wrong, they will even deny actual data!!!

And that's what makes them so dangerous, they have absolutely no capacity for introspection.

[medicinemane]

All I'm saying is any rule, any law, any social convention, anything where there's some kind of reprisal for transgressing against it... just make damn sure you're careful with it lest it be used against you

Every freedom you give up in the name of making a better world, really double check it's worth it and narrowly defined

I mean some freedoms are worth giving up, for instance I don't have the freedom to kill people who annoy me, and I shouldn't have that freedom. I lose very little while gaining a great deal both personally and for society as a whole, and there are a lot of places like this where it's 100% worth it to ban something outright

Similarly, there absolutely are reasons to socially shun people, like you don't have to put up with every last thing just to be nice. Influencers who do stuff like harass people to drum up attention or record and post every second of their kid's lives, I don't think we should be engaging with people like that unless it's to keep an eye on them, I think they do a ton of harm

All I'm saying though, is shit like the Patriot Act drummed up support because it was going to protect people, keep people safe... and look what actually happened, look how it's used. It's state surveillance against the people it claimed to protect and that's about it

I'm not gonna tell you which things are wrong to shit on people for, or which policies you should oppose. I don't want you to just mimic what I believe, even if I thought anyone was gonna

I just want you to look at stuff, and think about it, and really decide if that thing you want gone is harmful in a concrete enough way that if you do something to try to remove it, it will only remove that instead of spilling over in to stuff you didn't want it to

I just want you to check in your head if anything you're cracking down on either legally or through social pressure might lead you to losing something you care about down the road if bad actors skew how to interpret things

I'm not saying that's how it's gonna go, I'm just saying think first

[wifelinkmtg]

TUMBLR POST EDITOR WON'T LET ME TITLE THIS POST ANYMORE SO I GUESS THIS IS THE TITLE NOW. WEBBED SITE INNIT

So let's say you grew up in the nineties and that The Lion King was an important movie to you. Let's say that the character of Scar - snarling, ambitious, condescending, effeminate Scar - stirred feelings in you which you had no words for as a child. And then let's say, many years later, you're talking about it with a college friend, and you say something like, "oh man, I think Scar was some sort of gay awakening for me," and she fixes you with this level stare and says, "Scar was a fascist. What's the matter with you?"

The immediate feeling is not unlike missing a step: hang on, what's happening, what did I miss? You knew there were goose-stepping hyenas in "Be Prepared," but you didn't think it mattered that much. He's the bad guy, after all, and the movie's just pointing it out. Your friend says it's more than that: the visuals of the song are directly referencing the Nuremberg rallies. They're practically an homage to Riefenstahl. This was your sexual awakening? Is this why you're so into peaked caps and leather, then? Subliminal nazi kink, perhaps?

And then one of your other friends cuts in. "Hold up," he says, "let's think about what Scar actually did in the movie. He organized a group of racialized outcasts and led them against a predatory monarchy. Why are you so keen to defend their hereditary rule? Scar's the good guy here." The conversation immediately descends into a verbal slap fight about who the real bad guy is, whether Scar's regime was actually responsible for the ecological devastation of the Pride Lands, whether the hyenas actually count as "racialized" because James Earl Jones voiced Mufasa after all. Your Catholic friend starts saying some strange and frankly concerning shit about Natural Law. Someone brings The Lion King 2 into it. You leave the conversation feeling a little bit lost and a little bit anxious. What were we even talking about?

INTRODUCING: THE DITCH

There is a way of reading texts which I'm afraid is pervasive, which has as its most classical expression the smug obsession with trivia and minutiae you find in a certain vein of comic book fan. "Who was the first Green Lantern? What was his weakness? Do you even know the Green Lantern Oath?" It eschews the subjective in favor of definitively knowable fact. You can't argue with this guy that, say, Alan Scott shouldn't really count as the first Green Lantern because his whole deal is so radically different from the Hal Jordan/John Stewart/Guy Gardner Corps-era Lanterns, because this guy will simply say "but he's called Green Lantern. Says so right on the cover. Checkmate." This approach to reading a text is fundamentally 1) emotionally detached (there's a reason the joke goes, oh you like X band? name three of their songs - and not, which of their songs means the most to you? which of them came into your life at exactly the right moment to tell you exactly what you needed to hear just then?) and 2) defensive. It's a stance that is designed not to lose arguments. It says so right on the cover. Checkmate.

And then you get the guys who are like "well obviously Bruce Wayne could do far more as a billionaire to solve societal problems by using his tremendous wealth to address systemic issues instead of dressing up as a bat and punching mental patients in the head," and these guys have half a point but they're basically in the same ditch butting heads with the "well, actually" guys, and can we not simply extricate ourselves from the ditch entirely?

So, okay, let's return to our initial example. Scar is portrayed using Nazi iconography - the goose-stepping, the monumentality, the Nuremberg Lichtdom. He is also flamboyant and effete. He unifies and leads a group of downtrodden exiles to overthrow an absolute monarch. He's also a self-serving despot on whose rule Heaven Itself turns its back. You can't reconcile these things from within the ditch - or if you can, the attempt is likely to be ad-hoc supposition and duct tape.

Instead, let's ask ourselves what perspective The Lion King is coming from. What does it say is true about the world? What are its precepts, its axioms?

There is a natural hierarchical order to the world. This is just and righteous and the way of things, and attempts to overthrow this order will be punished severely by the world itself.

Fascism is what happens when evil men attempt to usurp this natural order with the aid of a group or groups of people who refuse to accept their place in the order.

There exists an alternative to defending and adhering to one's place in the natural order - it consists only of selfish spineless apathy.

Manliness is an essential quality of a just ruler. Unmanliness renders a person unfit for rule, and often resentful and dangerous as well.

And isn't that interesting, laid out like that? It renders the entire argument about the movie irrelevant (except for whatever your Catholic friend was on about, since his understanding of the world seems to line up with the above precepts weirdly well.) It's meaningless to argue about whether Scar was a secret hero or a fascist, when the movie doesn't understand fascism and has a damn-near alien view of what good and evil are.

There's always gonna be someone who, having read this far, wants to reply, "so, what? The Lion King is a bad movie and the people who made it were homophobes and also American monarchists, somehow? And anyone who likes it is also some sort of gay-bashing crypto-authoritarian?" To which I have to reply, man, c'mon, get out of the ditch. You're no good to anyone in there. Take my hand. I'm going to pull on three. One... two...

SO PHYREXIA [PAUSE FOR APPLAUSE, GROANS]

We're talking about everyone's favorite ichor-drooling surgery monsters again because there was a bit in my ~*~seminal~*~ essay Transformation, Horror, Eros, Phyrexia which seemed to give a number of readers quite a bit of trouble: namely, the idea that while Phyrexia is textually fascist, their aesthetic is incompatible with real-world fascism, and further, that this aesthetic incompatibility in some way outweighs the ways in which they act like a fascist nation in terms of how we think of them. I'll take responsibility here: I don't think that point is at all clear or well-argued in that essay. What I was trying to articulate was that the text of Magic: the Gathering very much wants Phyrexia to be supremely evil and dangerous fascists, because that makes for effective antagonists, but in the process of constructing that, it's accidentally encoded a whole bunch of fascinating presuppositions that end up working at cross-purposes with its apparent aim. That's... not that much clearer, is it? Hmm. Why don't I just show you what I mean?

Atraxa, Grand Unifier (art by Marta Nael)

In "Beneath Eyes Unblinking," one of the March of the Machine stories by K. Arsenault Rivera, there's a fascinating and I think revealing passage in which Atraxa (big-deal Phyrexianized angel and Elesh Norn's lieutenant) has a run-in with an art museum in New Capenna. The first thing I want to talk about is that, in this passage, Atraxa has no understanding of the concept of "beauty". A great deal of space in such a rushed storyline is devoted to her trying to puzzle out what beauty means and interrogating the minds of her recently-compleated Capennan aesthetes to try and understand it. In the end, she is unable to conceive of beauty except as "wrongness," as anathema.

So my first question is, why doesn't Atraxa have any idea of beauty? This is nonsense, right? We could point to a previous story, "A Garden of Flesh," by Lora Gray, in which Elesh Norn explicitly thinks in terms of beauty, but that's a little bit ditchbound, isn't it? The better argument is to simply look at Phyrexian bodies, at the Phyrexian landscape, all of which looks the way it does on purpose, all of which has been shaped in accordance with the very real aesthetic preferences of Phyrexians. How you could look at the Fair Basilica and not understand that Phyrexians most definitely have an idea of beauty, even if you personally disagree with it, is baffling. This is a lot like the canonical assertion that Phyrexians lack souls, which is both contradicted elsewhere in canon and essentially meaningless, given Magic's unwillingness or inability to articulate what a soul is in its setting, and as with this, it seems the goal is simply to dehumanize Phyrexians, to render them alien, even at the cost of incoherence or internal contradiction.

Atraxa's progress through the museum is fascinating. It evokes the 1937 Nazi exhibit on "degenerate art" in Munich, but not at all cleanly. The first exhibit, which is of representational art, she angrily destroys for being too individualistic (a point of dissonance with the European fascist movements of the 20th century, which formed in direct antagonism to communism.) The second exhibit, filled with abstract paintings and sculptures, she destroys even more angrily for having no conceivable use (this is much more in line with the Nazi idea of "degenerate art", so well done there.) The third exhibit is filled with war trophies and reconstructions from a failed Phyrexian invasion of Capenna many years prior, which she is angriest of all with (and fair enough, I suppose.) But then, after she's done completely trashing the place, she spots a number of angel statues on the cathedral across the plaza, and she goes apeshit. In a fugue of white-hot rage, she pulverizes the angel heads, and here is where I have to ask my second question:

Why angels? If you are trying to invoke fascist attitudes toward art, big statues of angels are precisely the wrong thing for your fascist analogues to hate. Fascists love monumental, heroic representations of superhuman perfection. It's practically their whole aesthetic deal. I understand that we're foreshadowing the imminent defeat of Phyrexia at the hands of legions of angels and a multiversal proliferation of angel juice, but that just leads to the exact same question: why angels? To the best of my knowledge, the Phyrexian weakness to New Capennan angel juice is something invented for this storyline. They have, after all, been happily compleating angels since 1997. We could talk about the in-universe justification for why Halo specifically is so potent, but I don't remember what that justification is, and also don't care. Let's not jump back in the ditch, please. The point is, someone decided that this time, Phyrexia would be defeated by an angelic host, and what does that mean? What is the text trying to say? What are its precepts and axioms?

Let me ask you a question: how many physically disabled angels are there in Magic: the Gathering? How about transsexual angels? How many angels are there, on all of the cards that have ever been printed for Magic: the Gathering, that are even just a bit ugly? Do you get it yet? Or do you need me to spell it out for you?

SPELLING IT OUT FOR YOU

There is a kind of body which is bad. It is bad because it has been significantly altered from its natural state, and it is bad because it is repellent to our aesthetic sensibilities.

The bad kind of body is contagious. It spreads through contact. Sometimes people we love are infected, and then they become the bad kind of body too.

There is a kind of body which is good. It is good because it is pleasing to our aesthetic sensibilities, and it is good because it is unaltered from its (super)natural state.

A happy ending is when all the good bodies destroy or drive into hiding all of the bad bodies. A happy ending is when the bad bodies of the people we love are forcibly returned to being the good kind of body.

Do you get it now?

ENDNOTES

It's worth noting that the ditch is very similar to the white American Evangelical hermeneutics of "the Bible says it. I believe it. That settles it," the defensive chapter-and-verse-or-it-didn't-happen approach to reading a text, what Fred Clark of slacktivist calls "concordance-ism". I don't think that's accidental. We stand underneath centuries of people reading the Bible very poorly - how could that not affect how we read things today? We are participants in history whether we like it or not.

I sincerely hope I haven't come across as condescending in this essay. Close reading is legitimately difficult! They teach college courses on this stuff! And while it is frustrating to have my close readings interrogated by people who... aren't doing that, like. I do get it. I find myself back in the ditch all the time. This stuff is hard. It is also, sorry, crucial if you intend to say something about a text that's worth saying.

I also hope I've communicated clearly here. Magic story is sufficiently incoherent that trying to develop a thesis about it often feels like trying to nail jello to the wall. If anyone has questions, please ask them! And thank you for reading. Next time, we'll probably do the new Eldraine set.

[dramaticals]

following instructions

pairing: theodore nott x gryffindor reader

summary: enemies with benefits with theo where they're constantly insulting each other but they still can't get enough. smut. au where characters at hogwarts are aged up to be 19+. mdni. / requested by anonymous.

author's note: co-wrote this with lily (@softeliza) <3 we honestly wrote this as a theo x hermione, but swapped hermione for reader

✧ read part two: following instructions (headcanons) ✧

Theo's judging eyes watch as you dice the sopophorous bean before tossing it into your cauldron, your gaze shifting between your opened textbook and your cauldron. A bead of sweat drips from your forehead. You were meticulously following the directions, and yet something still didn't seem right about your potion.

Theo scoffs, shaking his head. What an idiot, he thinks.

"You're supposed to crush it." Theo says, demonstrating pointedly with a silver dagger and popping the squashed bean into his own cauldron. The cauldron bubbles, and the liquid shifts a shade darker.

"You're supposed to follow the instructions, which clearly say to cut it," you say through gritted teeth.

Potions was the one class Theo never followed the directions for, and yet he always seemed to be doing significantly better than you. You hated that.

"You know," you add with a huff, annoyance laced in your words. "Just because you don't respect the rules any other time doesn't mean you shouldn't follow a simple recipe."

There was something about pissing you off that gave Theo the right amount of joy to get him through the day. Hearing you huff at his words was like finding a jelly slug in a mountain of acid pops. It was glorious.

"Do you believe everything you read?" Theo asks mockingly, his eyes unmoving from the cauldron in front of him. He doesn't know why he was helping you—this was meant to be a competition for the coveted felix felicis. Maybe it was because Theo knew you weren't going to listen to him anyway. "Besides, I respect the rules." Theo says, but even he can't keep a straight face at his claim, his lips tugging into a smirk.

"I believe everything I read in a textbook," you say, your eyes narrowing and your mouth falling open in shock. Was he serious? "You know, that book of words that literally outlines how to make the potion? How else would you know how to brew it?" You hope he doesn't notice the genuine curiosity in your question. You actually wanted to know how Theo knew what to do all the time. It was so infuriating.

"Natural intelligence and charm." Theo says coolly.

In actuality, Theo had managed to find a textbook filled with inscriptions, correcting the printed text with tips and tricks on how to brew a potion every time. But he wasn't going to tell you that. Theo would gladly and happily let you believe he was gifted.

Theo peeks at your cauldron and has to hold a snort back. It looked just about ready to implode.

"This is a simple recipe, huh?" Theo muses. "Is that why your potion looks and smells like absolute shit?"

"Maybe I just thought I'd throw you a scrap with this one. I mean, we both know you're in desperate need of some luck, especially on the Quidditch pitch. If anyone needs this win, it's you."

"Oh, so you watch me on the pitch, do you?" Theo says with a smug grin.

You roll your eyes. Curse him.

Theo stirs counterclockwise a few times and then once again clockwise. The potion bubbles again. This time, it shifts into its final colour form. Bingo.

Theo, with an expression beaming with pride, calls over Professor Slughorn to inspect the potion. You zero in on Theo's cauldron and let out a small sigh. You didn't need confirmation from Slughorn to know that Theo did it. That bloody asshole did it.

Slughorn tosses a single leaf into the cauldron. The leaf disintegrates, and Slughorn clasps his hands together and announces, "We have a winner! Class dismissed!"

As Theo receives congratulations from all around, you begin to tidy your workspace, empty your cauldron, and pack your things. Anger boils in your stomach. As much as you tried to avert your gaze from Theo, your eyes are drawn to the tiny vile Slughorn passes to Theo. With a triumphant smirk thrown your way, he tucks the potion into his pocket before cleaning his workspace.

"Try to use it for something other than trying to sleep with girls," you quip, clutching your books to your chest. The confident, holier-than-thou persona slips over you like a glove. It was a default shield whenever you felt threatened, especially academically. And Theo was often on the receiving end of it all. "I mean, I'm sure you could use some luck in that department, but I doubt that's what Zygmunt Budge had in mind."

"I'm doing quite well in that department, actually." Theo says. With looks and an attitude like his, girls were flocking to him like nifflers to gold. "Much like potions, really. They all just come to me."

Theo awaits your signature glare and snarky remark, but he was simply met with a silent shove to his shoulder as you headed to the door. His brows furrow, disappointed in the lack of repartee, before Theo's walking after you. He falls into step with you, following you through the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon.

"What's the rush, little lion? Can't stomach losing?"

"I'm not in a rush; I just don't want to be around you. Don't you have some dingy hole to crawl back into?" You fume, your grip on your textbooks tightens, and your pace quickens.

"You wound me." Theo simpers, clutching his chest in mock-hurt.

Being in Theo's presence was getting you more and more riled up. You felt like you were minutes away from becoming a human version of a Filibuster Firework. Theo loved when you got like this. He can't quite pinpoint the exact moment he realized why he liked seeing you so worked up, but he's quickly reminded by the staggered breathing and the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

Theo continues to stroll alongside you, an air of arrogance in each step he takes. You quickly realize you have no idea where you're headed. The echoing of both your steps, coupled with the hovering nuisance on your side, makes you let out a sharp, frustrated exhale. You turn to Theo, glaring daggers into his stormy eyes.

"Can you just go? You're so—ugh." You growl, unable to find the proper words.

Theo's brows perk upward. There's something familiar about the expression you give him. He'd seen it before. Last time he'd seen it, the two of you ended up christening the boy's change room after a Quidditch match—Slytherin should beat Gryffindor more often.

Before you can articulate your frustrations, Theo grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into a vacant classroom. The feeling of his fingers around your wrist sends a jolt of warmth straight through your body. Theo pins you against the door, your books falling to the floor with a sharp thud. He skillfully locks the door with a slight flick of his wand before muttering the muffliato charm and putting his wand away. Darkened eyes meet your gaze, a mixture of amusement and want in his eyes.

"I'm so what?" Theo demands. His hand caresses your cheek before roughly wrapping around the base of your throat. "Use your words."

Your mind goes hazy, as if you've been confunded, the moment you feel his hand on your throat. You'd never admit how much you loved when Theo did that.

With a shaky breath, you meet his intense gaze to say, "Infuriating."

The way you reacted to Theo's touch was unlike any other girl he had the pleasure of fucking at Hogwarts. You were just so obvious, and Theo had no shame in admitting that he found it all extremely arousing. Of course, your mouth would claim otherwise, but Theo always had a plan to occupy your pretty little mouth.

You bite down on your lip, stifling the whimper begging to escape. Your breathing is in sync with each other, and the sexual tension makes the air around you thick.

"Are you going to fix it? Or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?" You tempt, leaning up slightly, just to see if he'll close the gap between your lips and his.

"I don't know," Theo responds, keeping a fair distance—only enough for your lips to brush lightly against his. To keep you wanting. Theo leans into your neck, ghosting breathy, teasing kisses up until he's milimeters away from your ear. "Are you going to say please?"

"You've got to be kidding," you huff, shooting a glare at Theo as you try to keep your breathing steady.

You weren't exactly experienced, at least not like Theo. You had a few moments with others, but no one had ever gotten you to feel as good as Theo did. It enraged you that Theo knew how good he made you feel, but you also took pleasure in knowing that you must be riling him up just as equally because Theo always seemed to come crawling back.

You bring your free hand up, tangling your fingers in his lush, brown locks, before tugging his head back a bit so he could look at you. He groans at this. It was one of many acts that really got Theo going, and it just so happened to be where your hands gravitated to the most.

"Please," you say, the tiniest of smirks on your lips.

Anticipation runs through your veins. You didn't need to say anything else. By the way he was looking at you, his lustful eyes boring into your gaze, Theo knew you needed him right now.

"Good girl," he muses with a cocky grin.

The first time Theo had praised you like that, while laced with ridicule, it had elicited a whimper that had him reeling. Today was no different.

Theo moves his hand from your throat and down to your waist, expertly pulling you away from the door and onto the desks behind him. Theo wastes no time and captures your lips with his. One hand finds your thigh, teasing up your bare skin and under your skirt. Your hands find and tug at his belt. Theo unbuckles it and tosses it aside.

"Let's see if you can keep it up." Theo says hotly against your lips.

It was in your nature to be good. But with Theo, there was that bubbling voice inside you that beckoned you to misbehave—to get under his skin. To be bad, all so he could teach you a lesson. Which is why, as Theo plants nippy, wet kisses down your neck, you can't help the words that blurt out of your mouth.

"Let's see if you can make me shake, like—what was that bloke's name..." You trail off, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt for another kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him close.

There was no other guy, of course, but you wanted him to think otherwise. The mischievous glint in your eyes changes to amusement as Theo's eyes darken. His fingers drag possessively across the insides of your thighs. It was hard for Theo to imagine you with someone else. You two weren't exclusive by any means, but the way you'd whimper and dig your nails into his back had him feeling territorial.

"Shake?" Theo asks against your lips. There was a tinge of something in his tone, and, deep down, you wanted it to be jealousy. "I'll fucking make you shake."

Feverish kisses move down your neck, eliciting a whine out of you, his free hands taking residence on the base of your throat. He plants open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive spots along your neck, sucking softly on the skin, surely leaving a mark everyone would be able to see. Theo pulls back to admire his work. He's pleased. You, on the other hand, were equal parts excited and annoyed. Excited because the sensation made the blood rush to your cheeks and to your core, and annoyed because you had to explain the markings to your friends.

"Theo," you hiss. "You know better."

Theo doesn't listen, obviously. Instead, he moves down your body until he's crouched and face-to-cunt. Slender fingers reach under your skirt, hook onto your panties, and slide the garment off. In an instant, Theo's between your legs, lapping his tongue relentlessly over your clit.

"Oh my god," you gasp, one hand grasping onto the edge of the desk, your back arching instinctively to bring yourself closer to his tongue. Your free hand finds his hair again, your hips rolling to meet his movements.

Theo's smirks into your core, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels you roll onto his mouth. Strong hands position themselves on either leg, urging you to spread your legs wider. You try to obey his silent requests, but it's not enough. Impatience hits him hard, and he's repositioning your legs so they're slung over his shoulders, a firm hand pushing your hips down onto the wooden desk. The new position allowed him to be flush against you, his tongue circling your entrance and lapping up any arousal.

"Theo," you moan, louder than normal.

You could tell he was pissed. It'd always been your goal, especially in intimate settings, but Theo had never been like this. He buries his face between your legs, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue works on your opening. He dips a finger in and withdraws it out of you slowly, contrasting his unyielding tongue. Your eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

"More," you choke out. "Please, give me more."

Your moans were fueling the already raging fire in him. Fuck, he needed to hear more of that. Theo uses his free hand to hold you steady, his tongue and lips unrelenting. He adds another digit inside of you, curling his fingers against your spot. Theo wanted to make you cum now more than ever. He wanted you to remember that even if you were fucking someone else, he was the only one who could make you unravel like this.

"Sit fucking still then," he growled against your slit, stormy eyes shooting up to look at you.

You fight hard to listen to him, desperately trying not to squirm. Theo was cruel enough to stop and leave you high and dry, so it was in your best interest to do as instructed. You dig your nails into the edge of the desk in an attempt to keep your focus on something other than the pleasure growing inside of you.

"Th-Theo," you gasp. "I—"

You're close, and you know what Theo wants—what he always wants. Theo wanted you to ask for permission, and with the image of someone else messing with you fresh in his mind, Theo needed to know he had that control over you now more than ever. Breathy pants fill the room, and you fear you can't hold it back any longer.

"Fuck, please. Can I please..." You moan, throwing your head back against the desk.

"Please what?" Theo says roughly against you. If Theo's cock wasn't already erect, it would be now. Your moans and gasps of pleasure were truly something that needed to be studied. Who knew these delightfully ragged breaths could come out of someone so irritatingly uptight? "Words, Y/L/N."

The fog of pleasure Theo has you in has made it impossible for you to do the one thing you pride yourself on: following the instructions. Typically, Theo would remove himself and make you beg for contact. Today, though, his actions were ceaseless. Despite your strong will to be good, your body wouldn't cooperate.

"Oh my god," you whimper, your back arching as an intense orgasm washes over you. Your body jerks—no, shakes—and your moans are broken up by desperate gasps as wave after wave hits you.

Theo curses under his breath. As pissed as he was that you didn't ask, Theo graciously allows you to release on his tongue, lapping up your sweet fluids. He'd reprimand you later. As you come down from your high, your body collapses onto the desk. You've never felt anything like that before.

Theo stands and slides his fingers out of you slowly. His darkened, lustful eyes are trained on yours. As much as he enjoyed the view, Theo wasn't happy.

"Don't," you breathe. "I know—I should have... I know."

"So much for following instructions," Theo says, disregarding your words. He licks your arousal off his fingers casually, and the sight makes you shift and clench your thighs together. He was the hottest irritant you've ever seen.

"Fuck off," you say with an exasperated huff. You prop yourself up by your elbows, slowly moving into a sitting position. "You didn't exactly help the situation."

So maybe Theo was being a bit of a prick. Not like he could help it—you squirming and moaning for him like that triggered something primal in him. Theo didn't want to stop; he wanted to make you scream for him. Still, it really shouldn't have been hard to ask.

By the way Theo was looking at you, you could tell it would take more than a crass brush-off to wipe the icy glare and pouted lips from his expression. Delicate fingers grip onto Theo's shirt, tugging him closer to you. You ghost your lips against his, meeting his steely gaze. "Will you let me make it up to you?"

You don't wait for a response. Instead, you nip at his bottom lip before pulling him in for a slow, deep kiss. Despite his annoyance, Theo kisses back, placing a strong hand behind your neck to keep you in place. The kiss is full of passion, anger, and need.

You maneuver yourself off the desk, unbreaking the hot kiss, as you reposition so that Theo's the one against the desk. He acknowledges you taking charge, and he allows it because, quite frankly, whenever you did take charge, Theo found it extremely intoxicating.

Only now do you break the kiss, peering up at Theo as your hands fumble with his pants. He kicks them off just as you remove your own top, making a point of leaving your bra intact. Theo's breath catches. God, he wanted to bury his face between the valley of your breasts.

"So?" You ask again, a devilish smirk on your lips, your fingers making progress on unbuttoning his collared shirt. "Will you?"

"Go on, then." Theo says. It's not lost on him how much leniency he gives you—not just in this moment. Any other girl who disobeyed his instructions would have been tossed aside so he could move on to the next. But with you, as vexing as you were, you also very much intrigued him.

At his permission, you lightly push him back so he's sitting on the desk, giving him a much comfortable position to watch as you slowly unhook your bra, letting the garment fall to the floor. You can sense his probing eyes on you, and you can't help the sly smile that appears as you straddle him, one leg on each side of him.

Theo's hands find your waist immediately, slowly sliding up your sides, to your bare back, and then to your front. He squeezes your breasts, eliciting a breathy moan from you. Your skin was soft under his rough hands.

"And I thought you were going to let that ego of yours make a horrible choice for the both of us." You tease.

Theo's too enamoured with this new position (and view) to respond to your jests. One hand rests firmly on your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. Meanwhile, your hand moves to stroke his length, feeling Theo grow even harder at your touch.

"Shit," Theo groans.

"Someone's missed me," you whisper against his lips. Your thumb teases the tip of his cock, evoking a slight twitch out of him.

"God, shut up."

Theo wanted nothing more than to wipe—no, fuck—that smug expression on your face. And he's just about ready to take matters into his own hands, but you beat him to it.

Still wet from your previous orgasm, you were beyond ready to have Theo inside you. You lift yourself up slightly, guiding him to your entrance. He bites back a groan, his hands gripping your waist. You lock gazes as you slowly lower yourself onto him, your mouth falling open in a glorious 'o' shape as you take all of him into you.

While this wasn't the first time you had Theodore Nott resting deeply in your cunt, you took a moment to adjust.

"Are you going to move, or what?" Theo growls impatiently, bucking his hips and roughly nipping at the soft skin on your neck.

His impatience makes you smirk.

"Hey," you say, with a wry smile. You snake your fingers up to his hair, tugging his head back slightly to give you room to trail a path of kisses along his neck. You were going to prolong this and make you both ache for more. You didn't want to be the only one who was a moaning mess today. "If I'm making it up to you, then it's my rules."

"You know I don't give a shit about rules."

"Too bad."

This makes Theo's jaw clench. Before he can utter another quip, you're rolling your hips, feeling him embedded inside you. The movement feels good, but you know it's not enough for either of you just yet.

"God, I'm thankful your ego isn't the only thing that's big," you moan against his ear.

This makes Theo's jaw clench. You hear a string of curse words in another language, something you've noticed Theo does in moments where his brain had short-circuited. Enough sense, it seems, is knocked back into him as you can understand the breathless words, "And you take me so fucking well."

Theo's lips find the top of your chest, kissing down feverishly. His tongue flicks expertly against your right nipple as his hand moves to grip your bare ass from under your skirt. You arch into him, letting out a sharp gasp at the dual sensation. Despite his sentiment about rules, Theo lets you control the pace. He holds back the strong desire to thrust upwards into you, to fuck you hard.

"Oh, Theo," you whine as you continue to roll your hips. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and lift yourself up, almost completely off his dick. Ghosting your lips against his, you push yourself back down—hard—feeling him go even deeper. You repeat these movements, your moans growing louder.

Theo can't stop the thoughts of how gorgeous you looked from clouding his mind. You weren't bad to look at normally, but seeing you fuck yourself with his cock had to be one of the wonders of the world. Only if that were a reality, Theo's not sure he could stand anyone else ogling you like this.

"Yes, that... that feels good." Theo groans, his cock throbbing from your movements.

You press your forehead against his, your eyes locking with his as you continue. One of the things Theo liked most about this little arrangement was your unnerving ability to keep eye contact—there was nothing more sexy than seeing the woman you were pleasuring crumble. Eyes can tell you everything.

"I'm trying to—" you breathe, rocking yourself against him. The movement wasn't nearly fast enough, but the way you were moving had him reaching depths you didn't know were attainable. "—to be good."

"Are you?" Theo asks between pants, squeezing your ass roughly. He leans into your lips. "Can you be a good girl for me now?"

You give him a small nod, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Your breath is quavering as you try to speak; your eyes re-lock onto his. "Am I not being good for you?"

This makes him chuckle darkly. Theo wasn't an idiot. He knew you practically yearned for his words of praise. The knowledge was something he took advantage of from time to time, withholding and dangling his praise in front of you just to see how far you'd go to make him say it.

To prove to Theo you were being good, you push yourself down onto him roughly, a whimper escaping your lips. You increase your speed, unable to hold out anymore, fucking yourself hard, deep, and fast on his cock.

"Fuck." Theo swears, and he can't help himself now. Hands keep you in place as he fucks up into you, cock hitting your spot repeatedly and mercilessly. He relishes the feeling of your wet core around him. Your clit presses against his pelvis at each thrust.

You took pleasure (literally and figuratively) in Theo's natural ability in knowing. He knew what to say, how to touch you so you were melting, and when to take back control. His hands digging into your hips told you everything you needed to know: Theo was going to fuck you senseless.

"I want to be good," you pant, your nails digging into his back, grasping for a release.

"Then you know what I want to hear."

He holds you flush against him, arms wrapping around you as he continues to thrust. He can feel his own pleasure grow. Your head falls onto his shoulder as you feel it building up in your stomach again. This time, you weren't going to wait until it was too late.

"Theo, please," you practically beg. Theo was the only person who'd ever make you feel like this, and you were past the point of caring whether he knew it too. "Can I cum, please? For you."

"Yes," Theo hisses. He was close too. "Cum for me. Now."

Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, your head falling back as you drag your nails into his skin. Theo continues to thrust up sharply, chasing the high for the both of you. You clench around his length, the sensation mixed with your moans pushing Theo over the edge.

"That's my good girl."

Theo's praise for you was not lost in the chorus of breathy moans and grunts of pleasure. His addition of the word 'my' made you shake even more as another wave of pleasure washes over you.

"Oh, God, yes, Theo."

His hand moves to the back of your neck desperately, guiding you into him for a passionate kiss as he spills into you with a moan.

Ragged breaths fill the room. There was always a moment of limbo after every encounter—a moment where the two of you stayed entangled and nestled with each other, savouring the proximity and stealing last, sweet kisses. You knew the moment you got up, the two of you would go back to despising each other again, until next time.

"So?" Theo asks after a moment, expectant of an answer, as if you could read his mind. "That dumb git you mentioned earlier. Was he better than me?"

His question makes you smirk, and you have to bite it back so as not to show how content you were that he had lingered on that thought.

"You don't want me to answer that," you say, giving him a small pat on the shoulder before getting up. You slip back into your clothes and adjust your hair.

The answer should have been obvious to Theo, but you weren't giving him the satisfaction of admitting it because it did nothing for your reality. This was as far as this would go. Theodore Nott was a pretentious asshole who just so happened to be a good fuck. There was never going to be more than that.

"You definitely exceeded expectations today, Theo," you say, gathering your books from the floor. "But you didn't do anything worth an outstanding."

With a swift flick of your wand, you unlock the door and leave Theo in the vacant classroom, already fantasizing about next time.

[leviismybby]

How the aot veterans notice that you and Levi are secretly an item...

Erwin

Let's be honest, he knew it even before you two got together. Erwin is a very observing man, hardly anything that is going on in the headquarters can get past him. The first time he noticed that something was up was when Levi started to butt in while he was doing the plans for expeditions, always sneakily trying to put you in the safest position possible. It was always "Name isn't skilled enough to be here" or "She would do better if you put her over here". Another thing he noticed is that you two started to attend meetings late with some lame excuse, he just dismissed it but enjoyed how much you both struggled to keep the act up.

However one day you two don't show up to work at all, spending all day having "fun" in Levi's room and the excuses Erwin heard the next almost made him laugh. "And where were you two?" He asked as you and Levi entered his office, his eyebrow raised. "We were busy." Levi says but he knows that it's not enough. "I was giving her private training all day yesterday." Erwin nods, not believing a single word. "Is that so? And why didn't you inform me about this?" Levi scoffs, he knows he shouldn't lie to Erwin but he can't just say that you two were fucking like rabbits the whole day yesterday. "I thought that it wasn't important." Erwin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose at Levi's words. "For Ymir's sake just say that you two were having sex and stop with this nonsense." Your mouth drops right open at the commander's words, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks meanwhile Levi scoffs at Erwin. Guess he did not have to lie to his superior officer anymore, the cat was out of the bag anyway.

Hange

It was their number-one entertainment besides spending the whole day doing titan research. They noticed it mostly because of Levi and how his behavior would change around you. Little things like, how often he sat next to you, how close the two of you would stand to each other anytime you were next to one another. One of the biggest giveaways was Levi's hand on your lower back which suggested that the two of you were already intimate with one another. They saw you once brush a fur off his uniform jacket, that was where Hange got their confirmation. For the next few weeks, they noticed even more, on one occasion, you had your hand resting on his thigh while you two were sitting down. It took everything in them not to bug you or Levi about it that is, until they saw love bites on your neck, they couldn't help but look at your neck and that's when they had to say something. "Damn name. Someone is getting it good huh?" You start to cough at their words and Levi looks up from his tea. "What are you talking about?" Hange snickers. "Your neck, Levi isn't going easy on you is he?" "Shut the fuck up four-eyes."

Miche

He is the one who keeps his nose out of everyone's business but even he couldn't help but feel intrigued when he noticed that Levi had your scent on him one morning. "Hmm.." He would hum, finding it strange just how strong your smell on Levi was. So he waited to see if you would smell like Levi too and he got his opportunity when you sat next to him in the mass hall at dinner. He side-eyes you, you indeed had Levi's cologne on you. "Mhh..." He hums again and looks between you and Levi. "So do you two use the same shampoo and soap or?" Miche asks, looking at your reactions. "What are you japping about?" Levi asks, already annoyed that Miche is asking such a thing. "Don't play me for a fool. You two smell like each other. Why is that?" You and Levi stay quiet and the silence is enough for Miche. "Ah, I see..." He can't help but nod in approval. "Well good luck. At least know we know where Levi is taking his stress out."

Nanaba

Now....she downright catches you two making out and it was by pure accident. She borrowed a shirt from you and wanted to return it so you told her to just bring it to your room when she had the time. Bad idea. Levi was sitting on your bed, you on his lap as you kissed passionately. His hands were rubbing your back under your shirt, you moaned softly against his lips. Levi's hands move to your hips and he grinds you on top of him, you get the message, and just as you are about to pull your shirt over your head when. "Name here is your shirt back- oh..." Nanaba stood in the doorway, her eyes going wide as she saw the position you two were in. It took a few seconds to register what happened but Levi spoke before you. "Fucking...fuck off. Can't you see we are busy?" He says, his voice harsh, his hands still on your hips. Nanaba chuckles. "Alright, alright, keep on....yeah. And use protection" "Out!" Levi yells and Nanaba smiles before closing the door behind her. "....I forgot to lock the door..." You try not to laugh at the situation when you see Levi's annoyed face. "Whatever. Now let's get back to what we were starting." You smile as he resumes kissing you.