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Do you ever read a fic so interesting you want behind the scenes lore, ten pinterest moodboards and one of those fancy .gif edits but none of that exists bc it's a fanfic?
fun fact! most fanfic authors would be thrilled to provide behind the scenes lore! all you have to do is ask about it! they may even have a fic playlist or moodboard
(This post has been updated with current statistics, additional links / citing as of September 10, 2012. This is the old link: http://misschloe.tumblr.com/post/1387806126/the-truth-about-twloha)
Someone posted a blog (again) citing “research” from an online post they found that had incorrect and completely false information about TWLOHA. This information is circling the internet as if it was fact, and current. It isn’t. Two main things not a lot of people know are the definition of nonprofit and how it is applied to an organization’s mission statement.
The definition of nonprofit is: A business organization that serves some public purpose and therefore enjoys special treatment under the law. Nonprofit corporations, contrary to their name, can make a profit but can’t be designed primarily for profit-making. With a nonprofit, any money that’s left after the organization has paid its bills is put back into the organization. Some types of nonprofits can receive contributions that are tax deductible to the individual who contributes to the organization. Keep in mind that nonprofits are organized to provide some benefit to the public.
TWLOHA Mission Statement: To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.
-Nonprofit does not mean the staff of an organization does not get paid. You can look at several organizations and see that many people on staff make upwards of $250,000 per year. No one at TWLOHA is making that kind of money. In fact, search for nonprofit jobs on a website like http://www.careerbuilder.com and you’ll see many jobs that are posted start out paying an employee at $125,000 a year. Again, no one at TWLOHA is making that kind of money.
-TWLOHA explains exactly where all of their money goes. There is no missing “75%”. Their financials have been posted for years and can be found at www.twloha.com/finances
-TWLOHA does not donate money to Mercy Ministries and Teen Challenge. Once TWLOHA became aware of the practices being done at these organizations they immediately cut funding to both groups, and ended their association with them because they do not agree with what those organizations were doing. TWLOHA believes everyone has the right to be who they are, and aims to be a place for people to feel welcome and safe, no matter their race, age, sexuality, gender, etc. TWLOHA addresses the MM/TC question in their FAQ section under the “Financial/Donations" section: www.twloha.com/faq. Mercy Survivors has also posted about TWLOHA cutting ties to Mercy Ministries, which can be read here: http://www.mercysurvivors.com/to-write-love-on-her-arms-parts-ways-with-mercy-ministries/
-Currently TWLOHA funds groups such as 1-800-SUICIDE, InTheRooms.com, Minding Your Mind, Suicide Prevention International, American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, The Self-Injury Foundation, Solace Counseling, and provides counseling scholarships for low-income persons. They also work closely with The Trevor Project, a hotline specifically for gay/bisexual/transgender/questioning people who are struggling. They are in no way an anti-gay organization. They participated in the "purple” day to honor those who died by suicide because of anti-gay bullying. You can read their “Wear Purple Today” post here: http://www.twloha.com/news.php?nid=180 You can also see their support for the ITGETSBETTER Campaign here: http://www.twloha.com/news.php?nid=178
-TWLOHA has donated over $1,000,000 to treatment and recovery. Many organizations do not donate to other groups because it is not a part of their mission statement. Non-profits (as cited above) must pay their bills then put that money back into the organization. The money put back into the organization is typically spent on things like programs, research, etc. but in accordance with TWLOHA’s mission statement they spend part of the money raised by donating to treatment and recovery.
-TWLOHA or the staff do not “pocket” the money the organization raises. As a nonprofit they must spend the money they raise in accordance with their mission statement. This is done through programs (UChapters, MOVE Community Conference, The Storytellers), awareness, events, and donating to treatment and recovery. Employees of a nonprofit organization can make a salary. This is not illegal. People who work for nonprofits have to have food, shelter, etc. just like everyone else. They they have a staff of about 16. You want to see some large employee salaries? Look at Susan G. Komen for the Cure’s 2011 Parent 990, there you will see individual board members making between $200,000-$400,000 each. Their 28 board members (not regular staff or their entire staff) make $4 million combined alone.
-TWLOHA is not a Christian organization. Some of the staff members are Christians, and occasionally their writing reflects that. Jamie the founder of TWLOHA is a Christian and he addresses the “Is TWLOHA a Christian organization?” question, as well as how his faith plays into his life in this interview with Christian Today. Some of the staff is not. They have had interns that are atheists. TWLOHA wants everyone to feel that they can express their beliefs and be who they are, Christian or not. This is addressed in their FAQ under the “General” section: www.twloha.com/faq
-In 2010 alone TWLOHA raised over $125,000 for IMAlive meaning 100% of that money was donated to the program. IMAlive will be the first ever online crisis counseling done over instant messenger that is staffed by people 100% trained and certified in crisis intervention. More info can be found at www.imalive.org
-TWLOHA has responded to over 170,000 messages from 100 countries. They guide people to resources, and keep an updated Find Help section on their website.
-CBS News, NBC Nightly News, The New York Times, Rolling Stone and hundreds of other publications have published information about TWLOHA. These reputable publications do their research so it doesn’t come back to bite them. If TWLOHA was not legitimate they would not have received positive press. If there was a scam or anything illegal these publications would have found it and covered that subject instead of praising the organization.
-A lot of people say “Why t-shirts?” Because TWLOHA is not privately funded (meaning someone donates large sums of money to cover their operating budget) they sell merchandise to raise a majority of the funds needed to cover their expenses, run their programs, and invest in treatment and recovery. They also serve as conversation starters to spread the word about the organization.
—————————————-
I could keep posting more, but I think I covered the most important things. It’s easy for things to become misconstrued and for false information to keep floating around the internet. But these are the facts, and I am more than happy to answer any questions anyone has. It’s really easy for people to see something negative and believe it as fact, because we’re a society that thrives on pulling others down. We want to believe the worst in things, and I don’t understand that. Let’s change the cycle. Let’s start seeing the truth, and spreading positivity. That’s the only way things are going to change.
I’m reposting this because people have been posting a lot of TWLOHA hate again since it’s National Suicide Prevention Week. People, please remember just because it’s on the internet does’t meant it’s true. Do your research, look for facts, FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF. Don’t take my word for it, dig into the information. I provided links to back up all of the information in this post. Email [email protected] with your questions.
Also, please remember, TWLOHA does donate to treatment and recovery, but that is only one part of the mission statement. They focus heavily on awareness and outreach because we MUST change the stigma associated with mental health so we can get better treatment options and to not keep these things in secret. A 30-day inpatient stay often starts around $30,000 and is not covered by most insurances because they do not recognize this as life threatening.
(This post has been updated with current statistics, additional links / citing as of September 10, 2012. This is the old link: http://misschloe.tumblr.com/post/1387806126/the-truth-about-twloha)
Someone posted a blog (again) citing “research” from an online post they found that had incorrect and completely false information about TWLOHA. This information is circling the internet as if it was fact, and current. It isn’t. Two main things not a lot of people know are the definition of nonprofit and how it is applied to an organization’s mission statement.
The definition of nonprofit is: A business organization that serves some public purpose and therefore enjoys special treatment under the law. Nonprofit corporations, contrary to their name, can make a profit but can’t be designed primarily for profit-making. With a nonprofit, any money that’s left after the organization has paid its bills is put back into the organization. Some types of nonprofits can receive contributions that are tax deductible to the individual who contributes to the organization. Keep in mind that nonprofits are organized to provide some benefit to the public.
TWLOHA Mission Statement: To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.
-Nonprofit does not mean the staff of an organization does not get paid. You can look at several organizations and see that many people on staff make upwards of $250,000 per year. No one at TWLOHA is making that kind of money. In fact, search for nonprofit jobs on a website like http://www.careerbuilder.com and you’ll see many jobs that are posted start out paying an employee at $125,000 a year. Again, no one at TWLOHA is making that kind of money.
-TWLOHA explains exactly where all of their money goes. There is no missing “75%”. Their financials have been posted for years and can be found at www.twloha.com/finances
-TWLOHA does not donate money to Mercy Ministries and Teen Challenge. Once TWLOHA became aware of the practices being done at these organizations they immediately cut funding to both groups, and ended their association with them because they do not agree with what those organizations were doing. TWLOHA believes everyone has the right to be who they are, and aims to be a place for people to feel welcome and safe, no matter their race, age, sexuality, gender, etc. TWLOHA addresses the MM/TC question in their FAQ section under the “Financial/Donations" section: www.twloha.com/faq. Mercy Survivors has also posted about TWLOHA cutting ties to Mercy Ministries, which can be read here: http://www.mercysurvivors.com/to-write-love-on-her-arms-parts-ways-with-mercy-ministries/
-Currently TWLOHA funds groups such as 1-800-SUICIDE, InTheRooms.com, Minding Your Mind, Suicide Prevention International, American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, The Self-Injury Foundation, Solace Counseling, and provides counseling scholarships for low-income persons. They also work closely with The Trevor Project, a hotline specifically for gay/bisexual/transgender/questioning people who are struggling. They are in no way an anti-gay organization. They participated in the "purple” day to honor those who died by suicide because of anti-gay bullying. You can read their “Wear Purple Today” post here: http://www.twloha.com/news.php?nid=180 You can also see their support for the ITGETSBETTER Campaign here: http://www.twloha.com/news.php?nid=178
-TWLOHA has donated over $1,000,000 to treatment and recovery. Many organizations do not donate to other groups because it is not a part of their mission statement. Non-profits (as cited above) must pay their bills then put that money back into the organization. The money put back into the organization is typically spent on things like programs, research, etc. but in accordance with TWLOHA’s mission statement they spend part of the money raised by donating to treatment and recovery.
-TWLOHA or the staff do not “pocket” the money the organization raises. As a nonprofit they must spend the money they raise in accordance with their mission statement. This is done through programs (UChapters, MOVE Community Conference, The Storytellers), awareness, events, and donating to treatment and recovery. Employees of a nonprofit organization can make a salary. This is not illegal. People who work for nonprofits have to have food, shelter, etc. just like everyone else. They they have a staff of about 16. You want to see some large employee salaries? Look at Susan G. Komen for the Cure’s 2011 Parent 990, there you will see individual board members making between $200,000-$400,000 each. Their 28 board members (not regular staff or their entire staff) make $4 million combined alone.
-TWLOHA is not a Christian organization. Some of the staff members are Christians, and occasionally their writing reflects that. Jamie the founder of TWLOHA is a Christian and he addresses the “Is TWLOHA a Christian organization?” question, as well as how his faith plays into his life in this interview with Christian Today. Some of the staff is not. They have had interns that are atheists. TWLOHA wants everyone to feel that they can express their beliefs and be who they are, Christian or not. This is addressed in their FAQ under the “General” section: www.twloha.com/faq
-In 2010 alone TWLOHA raised over $125,000 for IMAlive meaning 100% of that money was donated to the program. IMAlive will be the first ever online crisis counseling done over instant messenger that is staffed by people 100% trained and certified in crisis intervention. More info can be found at www.imalive.org
-TWLOHA has responded to over 170,000 messages from 100 countries. They guide people to resources, and keep an updated Find Help section on their website.
-CBS News, NBC Nightly News, The New York Times, Rolling Stone and hundreds of other publications have published information about TWLOHA. These reputable publications do their research so it doesn’t come back to bite them. If TWLOHA was not legitimate they would not have received positive press. If there was a scam or anything illegal these publications would have found it and covered that subject instead of praising the organization.
-A lot of people say “Why t-shirts?” Because TWLOHA is not privately funded (meaning someone donates large sums of money to cover their operating budget) they sell merchandise to raise a majority of the funds needed to cover their expenses, run their programs, and invest in treatment and recovery. They also serve as conversation starters to spread the word about the organization.
—————————————-
I could keep posting more, but I think I covered the most important things. It’s easy for things to become misconstrued and for false information to keep floating around the internet. But these are the facts, and I am more than happy to answer any questions anyone has. It’s really easy for people to see something negative and believe it as fact, because we’re a society that thrives on pulling others down. We want to believe the worst in things, and I don’t understand that. Let’s change the cycle. Let’s start seeing the truth, and spreading positivity. That’s the only way things are going to change.
I’m reposting this because people have been posting a lot of TWLOHA hate again since it’s National Suicide Prevention Week. People, please remember just because it’s on the internet does’t meant it’s true. Do your research, look for facts, FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF. Don’t take my word for it, dig into the information. I provided links to back up all of the information in this post. Email [email protected] with your questions.
Also, please remember, TWLOHA does donate to treatment and recovery, but that is only one part of the mission statement. They focus heavily on awareness and outreach because we MUST change the stigma associated with mental health so we can get better treatment options and to not keep these things in secret. A 30-day inpatient stay often starts around $30,000 and is not covered by most insurances because they do not recognize this as life threatening.
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"write every day or you're not a real writer"/"you have to write every day if you want to succeed" is an ableist mindset. I can't even talk every day, and you want me to be able to work on my WIP during that time? I can't. I just can't. That is not an achievable thing for me as an autistic person. It won't be achievable for a lot of other ND people either, or certain mentally ill people, or certain physically disabled people.
Writers do not have to write every day to be real writers, and saying otherwise is ableism.
(If your response to this was "well, those posts don't mean disabled writers have to", that's still bad. Disabled writers are real writers, posts about "writers" in general inherently include us, and even fully abled people still shouldn't feel pressured to write every single day.)
Anonymous asked:
childhood friends to lovers with levi levi levi
bro when i tell you that writing this almost Took Me Out ™ i'm not lying
already always almost do
levi ackerman/f!reader (attack on titan)
wordcount: 3.1k
tags: modern!au, rom-com that's heavy on the rom (com is questionable), age-gap (4 years), older brother's best friend trope, big brother is erwin, infuriating sexual tension, making out
A/N: i might turn this into a full fic if there's any interest in it lmao
Levi has no family.
It's objectively sad to think about: a young man, with so much of his life left ahead of him, with no one left on earth that shares his name or his blood.
But this lack of a family is exactly why your family has taken him in as one of their own, ever since he and your older brother Erwin met in high school. For every major holiday, birthday, long weekend or time that would otherwise be spent with relatives, Levi is there.
You'd long grown to accept and expect his presence at these gatherings. It had been happening for a decade - you hadn't spent a Christmas without Levi since you were 11.
But it was a lot easier when you were still a kid.
Before you realized you had a big fat crush on your older brother's best friend.
Maybe it's not fair to say it was before you had a crush on him. Part of you is pretty sure you'd always thought he was cute, but when you were 12 and he was 16 it was in the same way that you had crushes on movie stars or the love interests in the trashy YA books you read: harmless and superficial and easy enough to avoid thinking too much about when dealing with all the other agonies of being pubescent.
But as you got older, the problem only got more difficult to ignore.
Once Levi and Erwin went off to college it got a little easier, you weren't constantly wondering when you were gonna come home from school to find him sprawled across the sofa in the living room, reading a book or scanning through some calculus homework. You didn't have to tiptoe downstairs in the middle of the night, worried that you were going to run in to him and Erwin still up working on admissions essays in the dining room when you snuck downstairs to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
But it was harder in some ways, too, only seeing him on holidays or school breaks. You found yourself waiting with bated breath each time you knew he and your brother were on their way back home to you.
Your first great heartbreak came the Christmas you were 17 - a Junior in high school, already making plans for where you'd be applying to college the coming fall. You'd rushed home on your last day of class before break, saw your brother's car in the driveway, and burst through the front door of your family home in a flurry of excitement.
And Levi was there.
With a pretty red-haired girl at his side, tucked neatly under his arm.
He'd brought home his first girlfriend.
It was the worst Christmas of your life—possibly in all of human history. You spent your time languishing in your room, listening to sad pop music and texting your friends about how miserable you were while they sent you their sympathies via emoticons. You left the sanctuary of your bedroom only when you knew no one else was home or had already gone to bed, or when your mother insisted that you join them for dinner.
Christmas eve was easier since your family was throwing their annual holiday party, and your favourite aunt was sneaking you booze at every opportunity— which made the entire ordeal a little more tolerable. But all it left you with was a hangover and a broken heart the next day.
As your family gathered around the table for Christmas dinner along with Levi and his girlfriend (who was perfectly sweet and not even a bit unlikeable, much to your annoyance), you wanted nothing more than to vanish into the background, resigned to let the conversation happen around you without participating in it.
A hand landed in your hair about halfway through the meal, ruffling you back to attention.
"Sorry, what?" you asked, blinking at your brother whose heavy hand was still resting atop your head.
Erwin laughed. "Levi asked you a question."
You steeled your nerves and turned to face the young man sitting directly opposite you—the one you’d been avoiding like the plague for the past four days. He was looking at you curiously—a brow drawn up.
"You still getting ready to start your college applications?" he asked.
"She's at it all the time," your father replied from the head of the table with a laugh, taking a sip of his wine. The sight of the crimson liquid made your stomach turn after the party the evening prior.
"Still planning on coming to Mitras?" Levi asked again, referencing the school that he, your brother, and the girl seated at his left hand were all attending.
Your mother smiled. "It's the only th-"
"No."
The table went very quiet.
"No?" Levi repeated your answer. "It's all you could talk about at Thanksgiving."
You set your jaw, holding him level in your gaze. "Guess I changed my mind."
Erwin, Levi, and the girlfriend left two days later.
But the heartache remained.
You were resolved, then more than ever, to get over your stupid, juvenile infatuation— it was at the very top of your list of New Year’s resolutions, your first thought in the first moment on the first day of the new year.
And you actually did pretty well, all things considered. You got a boyfriend a few months into the year (your first) and made plans to take a trip with your best friend’s family over spring break so that you could avoid Levi and Erwin’s visit home.
Things got easier after that. You saw Levi for a few weeks in the summer when he got some time off from his internship and came home to visit with Erwin, but you were constantly in and out of the house with your friends, your boyfriend (who had managed to last that long – a fairly impressive feat for a high school romance), and your part-time job. You weren’t as concerned by Levi’s presence, and it felt a lot like it used to, which was nice.
Time kept moving. You grew up, got into your first choice school (in Trost), graduated, started college, and went through plenty more boyfriends in the process. But one thing stayed the same – Levi was always there for every major holiday just like he always was.
And now things are fine.
Really, they are.
So what if you wonder if he still wears the same cologne? Always stopping to smell the sample whenever you visit the fragrance section of your local cosmetics store.
So what if you perk up when you catch sight of him in the background of your video calls with Erwin, shuffling around their shared apartment in Mitras with a cup of tea in his hand, coming over and dipping into frame every so often to say hello.
So what if your heart beats a little bit faster when you know Erwin and Levi are already at your family home, and you turn the corner onto your familiar street ahead of a long-awaited return for the holidays?
Levi looks exactly the same as he always has—dark hair combed neatly, undercut recently trimmed. He’s got on an apron when you walk through the door, helping your mother with something or another in the kitchen—cookies if your nose is right.
He pauses when he sees you come in and drop your bags at the door.
You shake some snow out of your hair—the fat flakes still clinging to the ends of your eyelashes—and you smile at him.
“Hey,” you say warmly.
“Hey,” he replies.
There’s a little beat of silence, so brief you would have missed it if it were anyone else. But this is Levi—so you notice it immediately.
He clears his throat a little. “You cut your hair.”
You reach up to touch the strands on your head. You laugh. “Ah, yeah. Bad breakup.”
Levi snorts. “So I take it we won’t have the pleasure of seeing John again this Christmas?”
“It was Jean,” you correct him with a roll of your eyes, peeling off your winter coat and hanging it up in the foyer closet. “And he was like… four boyfriends ago.” You count them out on your fingers to make sure. “Jean, Eren, Colt, Nack, Eren.”
“Same Eren or different Eren?” Levi drawls.
“Regrettably the same.”
“Oh, honey! Don’t tell me Eren’s not coming?” your mother calls from the kitchen, having clearly overheard at least part of your conversation, her voice growing louder as you assume she’s drawing nearer.
“I can happily tell you that he’s not!” you sing-song back, kicking off your shoes.
Erwin and your mother turn the corner at the same time, wrapping you in hugs now that you’ve shed your snow-covered outerwear.
“Honey you look more beautiful every single time you come home!” your mother gushes, holding you at arm’s length to appraise you. She turns to look at Levi and Erwin. “Doesn’t she boys?”
“She does,” Erwin agrees with a laugh.
“She’s always been beautiful,” Levi replies simply.
Your mother ushers you all back into the kitchen to resume cookie decorating, but Levi’s comment stays with you like the snowflakes in your hair—melting into a pool of warmth the longer they cling to you.
He didn’t mean it like that.
He didn’t mean it like that.
He didn’t mean it like that.
You toss and turn in your childhood bedroom that night, replaying the four words that have not relinquished their death grip on your mind since Levi had spoken them into existence. It had only taken 4 words to turn you into the blushing 16-year-old you’d been all those years ago.
You’re older now. 22. A college senior with her whole life ahead of her. Internships lined up for the spring after your upcoming graduation that would likely turn into entry-level positions, stepping-stones into your future career.
So why, why couldn’t you get past this silly, infantile, mortifying little crush?
You push yourself up in bed, throwing your legs over the edge and shoving your feet into your slippers.
The house is totally quiet as you creep down to the kitchen, careful to avoid the spots in the floor that you know will creak, a long-practiced dance you’d mastered so long ago you’re pretty sure you could do it in your sleep.
You fill a glass of water at the kitchen sink, drinking it down greedily. You didn’t realize how parched you were until the first drop of water hits your tongue. You fill the glass again once it’s drained.
“Kind of late, isn’t it?”
You jump at the sound of the unexpected voice behind you, tilting the cup up too far and spilling the water down your chin. It’s cold as it meets the fabric of the old sweatshirt you’d worn to bed, clinging to your skin as it soaks into the material, and you cough over the water that finds its way uncomfortably down your windpipe. You whip around, and see Levi staring at you with wide eyes—clearly having not meant to startle you.
“Christ, Lev, you scared the fuck out of me,” you breathe once you catch your breath. You look down at yourself and the mess you made, sighing. You tug the hem of your sweatshirt up, wiping at the water still dripping off your face, before pulling the garment off entirely. You were grateful you’d worn a tank top underneath it.
You leave the damp article of clothing on the counter, reaching for a cloth to sop up the water on the floor.
“I can do that,” Levi says as he watches you dip down.
“Why?” you reply, confused.
“It’s my fault, I snuck up on you.”
You snort. “Since when have you felt bad about making my life harder?”
“Since when have you had a tattoo?”
You freeze, looking up at Levi from your position on the ground. You hadn’t stopped to think about how this angle affords him a perfect view down the neckline of your top, leaving the small tattoo at the base of the valley of your breasts visible.
You panic, falling back on your ass, your hands flying up to cover your chest.
“Don’t tell my mom, she’ll have a nervous breakdown,” you plead desperately. The last thing you need right now is your mom throwing a fit over the tattoo you’d been successfully hiding for the past three years.
“Why would you ink something permanently into your skin?” he asks.
You pause for a moment.
“Why were you looking at my tits?”
Levi’s eyes go wide, a flush creeping up his throat.
“It’s rude to answer a question with a question,” he grunts, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“No more rude than being a pervert.”
“Shut up,” he snaps, “you’re the one walking around half naked in the middle of the night.”
“This is my house,” you bite back, rising to your feet and waving the damp cloth in your hand towards him accusatorily, “and I wasn’t half naked until you made me get wet.”
You both pause as you realize the implication of your words. Levi’s blush intensifies noticeably.
“Pervert!” you hiss, whipping the cloth at him.
He snatches the end of the cloth before it can hit him, attempting to pull it from your hand. Your grip on the other end is too tight, and he ends up tugging you forward. The water on the ground causes you to slip, the knit of your slippers offering no grip on the slick tiles, stumbling into him.
Two strong arms circle your waist as your chest collides with his, holding you steady as the cloth flutters to the floor.
Your heartbeat is so loud you’re sure he can feel it through the thin material of his t-shirt.
You risk a glance at him, swallowing nervously.
Levi is already staring at you, something burning behind his cool-grey eyes.
He looks conflicted.
He looks ravenous.
“Lev-”
“You’re such a menace. You know that?” he cuts you off, his arms tightening ever so slightly around you.
You pout. “No I’m not.”
“I’m gonna kiss you now,” Levi says quietly, “and if you call me a pervert I swear to God I’ll-”
You don’t give him the chance to finish uttering the threat, slotting your mouth to his.
And god, if it isn’t every bit as good as you’ve spent the past 10 years hoping it would be.
Better, even.
Levi freezes only for a moment when your mouths first make contact, and then he’s pressing a little firmer against your lips, relaxing into it. Your lips part, an invitation which he willingly accepts, sliding his tongue forward to tease the tip against your own.
Your arms wind around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his dark hair, and his own palms flatten against your back, holding you so tightly against him that your spine arches, pressing your chest against his.
He bullies you back towards the counter, careful not to slip in the same water that had started this all, and helps you up onto the edge of the marble surface. It’s cold against your thighs as you hop up onto it, and you hiss against his mouth as the frigid stone meets the rapidly heating skin of your thighs—which you part to allow him to slot himself between.
His hands brace himself on the edge of the counter, his grip tight and white-knuckled. Your own fingers are still carding through his hair—brushing it back from his face as you hum into his open mouth.
Levi pulls away, his chin dropping to his chest, his forehead resting against your collarbone while you both fight to catch your breaths.
“This is wrong,” he says quietly after a moment of laboured exhales. “You’re Erwin’s little sister.”
You squeeze at the tense muscles of his shoulders lightly.
“I’m an adult, Levi.”
“You were a kid when I met you,” he replies guiltily.
You take his face in your hands, forcing his gaze back up to you.
“So were you, Levi. Don’t forget that,” you say it firmer than you knew you were capable of in that moment. “You’ve had to be responsible for a long time, and I know it might not feel like it. But you were only a kid, too.”
Levi’s eyes scan your face, his eyelids fluttering a little.
“Can I kiss you again?” you ask him quietly.
“I should be the one asking you that,” he says the words with a light laugh, pressing his lips to yours softly once more.
His fingers trail along your thighs, feather-light and leaving goosebumps in their wake, up towards the hem of your pajama shorts. The tips of his fingers sneak up under the fabric as he rolls your bottom lip between his teeth. You mewl against his mouth as you feel his touch dance across the sensitive flesh of your inner-thigh, and he groans a little at the needy sound.
He draws back, his breath blowing hot against your spit-slick lips.
“Menace,” he whispers pointedly, but not without a lilt of teasing. His eyes crinkle at the corners.
“Pervert,” you answer back, tilting your face and pressing a fleeting kiss to the edge of his jaw.
You both know that there’s not much further you can go. Not right now. Not in your parent’s house, with your family sleeping a mere floor away. Certainly not on the kitchen counter you’d all been baking cookies on a matter of hours prior.
You and Levi share a look.
He helps you down from the counter carefully, setting you right on your slightly unsteady legs.
“You and I are gonna go somewhere tomorrow,” he says firmly, “talk about all of this.”
You bite the inside of your cheek.
“Okay,” you reply quietly with a nod.
Levi hands you the sweatshirt you’d discarded earlier, and you drape it over your arms as they cross your chest.
“Goodnight, Lev,” you say, blinking at him demurely.
He smiles a little.
“Night, kid.”
You step towards the doorway, pausing just shy of it.
“Hey Levi?” you ask, turning to glance at him over your shoulder.
He looks up at you with an eyebrow quirked.
“Whose car are we taking tomorrow?”
“Mine, probably. Why?”
“Oh good,” you say, a smirk curling one corner of your lips upward. “You’ve got a bigger backseat.”
You step through the door before you can hear his reply.
warnings: male masturbation, edging, exhibitionism (??), dom!reader, artist!reader, sub!gojo, model!gojo
word count: 3.1k
summary: college student gojo satoru is notorious for having a fuck list, thanks to the dares of his friends. when your name was dropped on the list, gojo offered to be your model for your art piece. however, his plan backfired when he found himself desperately fucking your hand.
note: this is heavily inspired by a manga i read called Nude Model by Yamaguchi Tsubasa. go give it a read! don’t got time to proofread this because it’s too long : ( anyway, smut with a plot, ey? also, i think i’m too mean to gojo ♡
