#but hey I'm getting this pattern super close to done!

[muffinlance]

Crochet isopuppy is beginning to take shape!

Next up: legs and back shell. Not sure I'll keep this body shape in the final draft, but it works fine as a filler while I figure the proportions on the rest out.

I'm adding pattern variations for colored tips on the ears/legs/tail, so people can give their pups a bit of customization.

[mariclerc]

Nerd is good (pt.2) | cl16

Warnings: none, just fluff, youtuber reader, Charles being such a simp.

fc: adelaladoll on pinterest & ig.

Part 1

Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the cozy living room. You are dressed in a comfy sweater and some jeans, you're sitting at your desk, setting up your camera and knitting supplies for a tutorial, you have a basket of colorful yarn beside you. With trembling hands, you're setting up your camera, a playful smile on your face.

You love making little videos, it's your way of connecting with other people and while you have hobbies in common, you are characterized by your somewhat spontaneous and chill vids, some vlogs and, since you love knitting, the occasional knitting tutorial.

“Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel! Today we're making a super fun and easy project… a cute scarf! Which is perfect for this fall season!” you hold up a colorful ball of yarn while smiling at the camera, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, grab your yarn and needles, and let’s get started!”

You started explaining the basic knitting techniques and steps, your voice is soft and gentle. You're clearly passionate about your craft, your fingers moving with practiced ease with every step, you're completely absorbed in your cute little project.

“Okay, this stitch is called the "gather stitch", and it's perfect for beginners.” you say in a soft voice as you show how you are making the scarf.

Charles, with a book in hand, walks past the camera, a soft smile on his face while he looks at you. He can’t help but admire you, your focus on the craft, your hands moving with such effortless grace. He’s a little bit in awe of you, this shy, innocent girl who brings such warmth, love and joy to his life. He loves your quiet passion, the way your eyes lights up when you talk about your knitting or about the things you like.

“Okay, so now we're going to turn the work.” you say to the camera.

He passes by the camera once again, this time pausing for a moment to observe you closely, you doesn’t even seem to notice his presence behind you. He raises his eyebrows playfully while smiling, then ducks out of view, disappearing into the bedroom.

“And then we’re going to repeat the pattern… We can add some nice and cute figure to it, it could be a star, a flower or a cute little bow, but it is up to each person.” you say giggling a little. “In my case, I'm going to add a star!”

Charles loves the way you focus on your work, your entire being absorbed in the process of creating. He loves that you never seem to be aware of his presence behind you, because you're completely lost in your own little world, and he adores that.

“And... We're done guys! It's so easy to make, you can also make it for yourself or as a gift, since it is a cute and nice gesture.” you say with a light blush on your cheeks and you put on the scarf to show how it looks. “And that's it! Now we have a cute scarf with an adorable detail.” you say excitedly to the camera, and then you end the video and turn off the camera.

“Whoa! You were so so good babe!” Charles says and you jump a little, he giggled at your reaction. “My cute little knitter.”

“Charlie! I thought you went to the library with Lando or Logan!” you say in a whisper. “I didn’t even notice you were here.”

He smiled. “It’s okay sweetie, I was enjoying the show, you’re a natural!” he leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Your videos are so calming and soft! I just love the way you explain everything so clearly, it's wonderful.”

You blushed. “Oh, thank you baby boy!”

He sits next to you and he reaches for a strand of yarn, gently running it gently through his fingers, he looks so good, so domestic and soft.

“You know babe, you’re incredibly talented... I mean, I can’t believe you can make something so beautiful out of this simple… yarn.” he smiles, a touch of wonder in his eyes.

You blush slightly. “It’s really not that hard, honey.”

He smiled again. “Oh, I don’t know babe, you make it look effortless, it's amazing!” he looks at you, his eyes filled with admiration.

You giggled. “You're so sweet.” you whispered.

“You're so so beautiful.” he whispered back.

***

Later that night, you're checking some stats of your video, which did pretty well, it's nice to see that people like what you do. Suddenly you check the comments and you find good ones talking about your work and some rather curious ones, so to speak.

"Girl who's that cute guy in the background?"

"OMG! I’m so in love with this scarf! And… who is that cute guy who keeps walking behind you? 😍"

"He was so cute! I think he was watching you the whole time, so sweet."

"That boy walking behind you looked so so in love with you, it's adorable!"

"I'm totally distracted by the guy in the background. Can we see more of him?"

"Is that our daddy, mommy? 🫣🫣"

You blush when you see the comments, you didn't think that Charles had passed behind you while you were recording your video, and even while you were editing you didn't notice that small detail. Still, that doesn't bother you because he loves seeing you in your element, doing what you like and you do the same with him.

“Oh my gosh, I didn't even notice he was there.” you muttered to yourself, you turn to Charles, who is sitting beside you on the couch, reading a book. “Babes, I can't believe people are asking about you!” you say while giggling a little bit.

He looks up at you. “Hm? Really? What did they say, honey?” he says softly.

“Well, they think that you're so cute and adorable, and they want to see more of you!” you whispered.

You smile at him, your heart full of warmth because you've never been so happy! It’s amazing how much you're falling for Charles every single day. I mean, he’s smart, funny, cute, kind, and… well, kind of a nerd. And you love and adore every single bit of him.

“Oh, well, I'm glad they like me darling! But I think that you're the real star of the show.” he smiled and blushed.

You blushed too. “Aw, you are so cute, and very modest!” you give him a kiss on his cheeks, he blushed.

He giggled. “No, seriously honey, you are the star of the show.” he comes closer to you to hug you. “My precious girl.” he says in a soft whisper and then gives you a kiss on the lips. “So cute and creative!”

You just sigh and feel a flutter in your heart, being with him is something so precious, because it's such a cute, innocent love and you've never felt that way before.

He leans in. “Hey, remember that time you tried to make a soufflé and it exploded?”

You blushed at his words. “Oh my, please don't remind me that.”

“It was hilarious honey. You looked like a little flour-covered chef.” he smiled softly.

“Okay, okay, I admit it was a disaster.” you giggled.

He chuckled while taking off his glasses. “But that's what makes it fun!”

You lean closer to him too. “Hey babe, do you remember that time you tried to fix the printer and ended up breaking it?”

He groans. “Please don't remind me, baby. It was a huge mess!”

“But you looked so frustrated, it was adorable and cute.” you say softly while smiling at him.

“Yeah, well, you know I'm not the best at fixing things, but at least I try.” he said while chuckling.

“But you're the best at making me laugh.” you whispered and he giggled.

“And you're the best at making me smile and feel all fluffy inside.” he said while taking your hand.

You smile at him and give him a little kiss on the tip of his nose while he closes his eyes, you can't help but feel so happy and fluffy with him.

“So, what do you want to do tonight smarty-pants?” you asked him.

“Hmm... How about we order in pizza and watch a movie?” he says softly and you nodded. “Perfect! I'll order the pizza amour.” (love)

While he is waiting to place the pizza order, Charles starts calling you cute nicknames, something that is very common between you two, giving each other cute and adorable nicknames, it's like a kind of secret and comfort and cute language between you two.

“Hey, little cupcake, what kind of pizza do you want?” he asked softly and shyly at you, you smiled at the cute nickname.

“Ehm... I don't know, maybe pepperoni?” you say softly.

He fixes his glasses. “Pepperoni? That's so boring and basic, chérie... How about a Hawaiian?” (darling)

You make a face. “Ew, absolutely not, Charlie. Pineapple on pizza is a crime and it's so gross!”

He laughs. “A crime against humanity, you would say?” you nodded.

You laugh too. “Exactly! That's what it is.”

After ordering the pizza, Charles leans in and kisses you softly on the lips, you giggle between the kiss and he smiled softly.

He sighed softly. “Oh, I love you, little cupcake! You're such a cutie pie.”

You smiled at him while caressing his rosy cheeks. “I love you too, smarty-pants!” you kiss one of his cheeks. “You're such a cutie pie too!” you say while giggling and blushing a little bit.

The love and affection you feel towards Charles is immense, it's so nice to feel that way for someone as special and unique as him... And he and you complement each other a lot, and that is something very precious.

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user4 OMGGGGGGG HE WAS SO CUTE LOOKING AT YOU THE WHOLE VIDEO 🥺😭😭😭

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itsynusername it's not my fault that pretty girls want to knit 😋😋🤭 georgerussell63

user5 omg i loved the tut bestie, and your bf looked so cute behind you the whole vid 🥺🥺🥺 he looks so madly in love with you

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landonorris hahah, charles looked like a total simp

itsynusername lando shut up, please

charles_leclerc and what if i'm a simp of my girl? landonorris

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[mytheoristavenue]

Day 2 -

OP Cyborg Franky x Reader - Building a Gingerbread House

Summary: Franky uses his engineering expertise to help you put together a gingerbread house!

Warnings: Pure fluff, fem!Reader, pretty short

You huffed in frustration, holding the two slabs of gingerbread together so tightly, the tops began to crumble. Finally one snapped, cracking into two asymmetrical pieces. God, why did you ever volunteer to do this for the crew? Frustrated, you threw your head down against the table.

"Hey little lady," Franky bellowed, stepping into the kitchen. "What's gotcha throwing a hissy fit?"

You scoffed, lifting your head from the table. "It's this stupid gingerbread house I promised to make. I can't get the pieces to stick and I keep breaking them." The metal man hummed in response stepping forward to take a look.

"Well, what are you using to glue it all together?" he asked, observing the edges closer with the large fingers cradling his chin.

"Icing, why?"

"Well, there's your problem!" he laughed. "You outta be using melted sugar. It works like cement." You looked on, dumbfounded as he stomped into the kitchen, whipped out a pot from the cupboard, and poured sugar into it as he set it on the stove. "Bring me that broken piece, I'll fix it for ya." he chirped, reaching his arm out to beckon for it. Placing it in his hand, you watched as he dipped the shattered cookie into the mixture, coating the edges before sticking them together. "Now, hold his while I fix this other one."

You did as he asked, holding the pieces in place for a few minutes before curiously trying to pull them apart. To your amazement, they wouldn't budge, bonded together like they'd been super glued back together. "Franky, thank you! You're a genius!" you gushed, starting to giggle as you hugged his back. The man blushed, chuckled along with you.

"Anything for you, little lady!" he grinned. "Here, if you bring me the rest of the pieces, I'll put the whole thing together, then all you gotta do is make it pretty. Sound like a deal?"

"Deal!"

Over the next hour, you watched with bated breath as Franky carefully erected the humble gingerbread house, even gluing it to the board it came with so you'd have no other chores than decorating it. After he was finished, he set it back on the table where you'd been sitting, hands on his hips, clearly proud of his work.

"Now that's what I call a job well done," he gloated playfully. "But, you're the client, I'm just the contractor, what do you think?"

"I love it!" you shrieked, excitedly kicking your feet as you observed the result. "Franky, it's perfect!" Looking at it closely, you could hardly tell it was broken, or that it came in separate pieces in the first place. "Thank you!"

"Anytime, babes," he smirked, clearly rolling in your praise. "No need to thank me. Now, if that's all ya need me for-" Suddenly, your smile fell and your shoulders slumped. "Hey, now what's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing," you fibbed. "I was...kinda hoping you might wanna help me decorate. I know you've done most of it already, but it wouldn't be fair for you to miss out on the fun part. I understand if you're too busy though."

Franky grinned again, stepping back toward the table and pulling out a chair. "Shoot, I'm never too busy to hang out with my favorite girl! Of course, I'll help ya!"

With joy now restored, you both began working on piping icing along the borders of the structure, grazing one another's hands every once in a while, which made you blush every time. Carefully, you mindfully place gum drops and peppermints in particular patterns while Franky got to work giving the gingerbread home owners faces.

You giggled upon seeing that one had (h/c) strands of icing messily tangled over its head and shoulders, with (e/c) dots for eyes, and the other had blue dots, a blue icing pompadour, and red icing smeared across its torso with yellow sprinkles decorating it. Upon realizing you'd noticed his handiwork, he smiled sheepishly and tried to hide them. "Heh, sorry, I guess I'm not as good of an artist as I am an architect." he laughed, scratching the back of his neck.

Gently, you pulled the cookies away from him, smiling warmly a them. "Is this you and me?"

"S'posed to be," he blushed. "Kinda messed 'em up though."

"Oh, Franky, they're perfect." you gushed. "I love them." you said, propping them up against the house with a pool of icing at their feet so they'd stay. "And I think you're a wonderful artist."

"Thanks, doll face." he accepted, placing a hand over yours. "I think you're just plain wonderful all around."

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@usopps-devotee

[animeomegas]

Hello! Congratulations on your 4k milestone! Can I request Needle working together with Bakugou? Alpha reader and Bkg are good friends with each other because they're in the same high class circle. They both hinted to their parents that this is what they wanted. Reader is so used to Bkg being fierce whenever they meet but is surprised that bkg is actually very good with domestic stuff. Maybe things get heated in the end?👀

Hey! Thank you! This was such a cute one, thank you for requesting!

...

BAKUGOU + GOOD FRIENDS + EMBROIDERY

You had expected your suggestion of spending the morning embroidering handkerchiefs to be dismissed, but Bakugou had surprised you by agreeing enthusiastically. Well, enthusiastic by Bakugou standards, which meant he said something along the lines of "fine, what are you waiting for then, dumbass?". That was as close as he got to enthusiastic, excluding his, admittedly attractive, bloodlust when he was sword fighting.

But here you were, sitting in an arm chair each in front of the fire, embroidering handkerchiefs and sharing the latest gossip.

"But the plot thickens," you shared, delighted. "Because Tenya Iida, you know, the second, super straight-laced Iida son? He was apparently found by the groundskeeper kissing a stable hand in the gardens during his brother's birthday birthday! How delightfully scandalous!"

Bakugou snorted.

"Maybe the stick in his ass will fall out if he has some fun," Bakugo said, taking a break from his embroidery to sip his tea. "Might do him some good."

There was a natural lull in the conversation as you both focused on the embroidery. Your handkerchief was still unfortunately bare because you'd been more focused on telling stories, but Bakugou's looked colourful and almost complete.

"Can I see your design?" you asked eagerly.

"Give me five minutes to finish it, then you can see it," he said, his tone leaving no room for bargaining. He was always too much of a perfectionist to let you see anything half-finished.

Time ticked by slowly. You decided to abandon your own work in favour of watching Bakugou put the final few stitches in. He always looked so intense when he was focused. You remembered people always asking you how you were friends with someone so volatile and angry, but to you it wasn't just anger, it was passion that Bakugou exuded from every part of himself.

"There," Bakugou said proudly, holding up his work. "I'm done."

Eagerly, you leant forward and took in the design. Rather than the flower or animal designs popular with omegas, Bakugou had embroidered a battlefield, with swords embedded in the dirt and bloodstained grass around the edges. It was a shocking design choice, but the craftsman ship was beautiful.

"That's amazing, Katsuki!" you said, and Bakugou subtly preened under your compliment. "I didn't know you could embroider like that!"

"Yeah, well, both my parents love this shit, my mother especially, so my father used to enforce mandatory embroidery night for family bonding, whatever that means."

"I love it," you said earnestly. "The design is unusual, but that just makes it better. You can only see so any flower designs before it becomes repetitive."

"Ugh, don't even get me started on flower designs," Bakugou grumbled, taking the handkerchief out of the hoop now that it was finished. "My father used to try and convince me to embroider those patterns for a few years before he gave up."

You just stared at him in awe for a moment. He kept surprising you, again and again, and you were honoured to have someone so strong, so proud and so fiery as you fiancé.

"What are you looking at?" he grumbled, raising an eyebrow.

"You're amazing, Katsuki," you replied honestly.

He stiffened, but after a moment he turned his head to the side, mumbling 'whatever' and pointedly ignoring the red on his cheeks.

"This is for you, by the way," he said in a faux casual voice, before throwing his completed handkerchief at you. "You can do what you want with it, I don't care."

You caught the fabric with ease and gently folded it.

"I love it! You're the best!"

"Of course I am," Bakugou replied. "Now let's call for lunch, I'm starving."

[starssecret]

Y/N! These are my designs for Y/N to create a sense of continuity lol so I can still use some descriptive words lol

Hey! I have more information out now about them and their partners!

I’ve nicknamed Y/N after what pet names they’re called. So it wouldn’t get repetitive with Y/N and I’m taking these to be as Gender neutral as possible. But there are only so many names T~T

left to right- top to bottom:

Starshine and Sunshine for Classic

Buns and Hunny for Underswap

Doll and Prince/ss for underfell

Darling and Angel for Swapfell

Lamb and Sugar for Horrortale

Boba and Cocoa for FellSwapGold

under the cut for more!

In a perfect world- I would have a more feminine and a masculine one. But unfortunately I am but one person and 24 designs is a lot T~T so I went for smth androgynous. Though- I wish I could do all of them with hairstyles in both feminine, Masculine, and in both white and poc hair. I have such cute ideas T~T but again- time lol (feel free to ask what they are tho lol)

I tried my hardest to make these match the skelly of choice best I could lol, they're at least color picked lol. And these are supposed to be them like, within the first while of reseting underground. So what they look like for majority of the story. Though I think some of them need a bit of explanation lol (Like the horrors)

And actually, I had done what was at the time, my sona, long time ago in outfits pretty close though mine were a bit feminine to be nuetral. So I actually had some designs in mind when I started! And the nicknames are based on ones I already had in mind lol. So technically Skelly matches Y/N not the other way around lol.

I'm also making these with the assumption they live in Snowdin and it is cold. So that's why it's all pretty covering.

Ok now onto the individual commentary lol

UT:

But ok having matching space names with Meteorite is so cute is it not??? And obviously you're his little starshine <3. I love that I got to incorporate the fluff from his hoodie strings with the earmuffs. I think thats cute <3 and I almost made them pink lol, but to match I went with that grey lol

Sunshine's also a good one, because I think to match up, or even keep up with Rocket you got to be pretty upbeat lol, so Sunshine fits perfectly, and still vaguely matches lol. The outfit is also pretty solid! Still color block

US:

Buns <3 I think Buns and Lucky match pretty well, since Buns is close to and/or short for Bunny, and Rabits foot being Lucky- pretty close match! (Also if you use Bunny, Lucky, Bee, and Hunny, they all almost rhyme lol) But another sporty type! Or again at least upbeat! So a kind of joggers outfit so they don't freeze lol, tho Buns seems like an airy kind of person tbh, so light clothes above ground lol

Hunny and Bee just made so much sense lol, almost a no brainer. Even better, Bee is a super domestic type, so he would so call his S/O Hunny, idk why I chose to spell it Hunny, but I did and it stuck lol. I also love the parka for Hunny, I know the more obvious choice would be for doll, but I think it works well for Hunny and Bee's cozy vibe <3

UF:

Doll- this is one of the names I know is a bit feminine, but idk what else to really use? Shadow is the type to call you 'Doll, Sweetheart, ect' but Sweetheart didn't seem like a good nickname, so I went Doll. And with Doll's design I'm still a little ehhhh on, but it needs to be gender neutral so it's what I got lol. Originally Doll had an off the shoulder sweater, with the same knitting's pattern down the front, so I had to bring up the neckline lol. But in turn I did give Doll thumb holes in the sweater so like only their fingers show through the top of the sleeve cuff <3 Oh and the collar is to match a head cannon that I like about collars in fell culture showing that someone is taking care of the person wearing it. S/O would be given one quickly to help keep them safe.

Prince/ss was another one that was little difficult, but I think the slash fixes it- at least imo if y'all think otherwise lemme know lol. But Knight is very chivalrous and formal lol, so only the fanciest nicknames for his beloved <3. The outfit was easy though lol, with the general characterization I have for Prince/ss, being that overtime underground they become confident and capable to handle themselves with training under Knight, something bold and kind of aggressive was right for them. Prince/ss has a collar for the same reason Doll does.

SF:

Darling~ easy name choice, something sweet and classy lol matches Chardonnay just right lol, maybe not in theme, but in style. Their outfit was a little more difficult to do so it was different enough from Chardonnay but still matches, and is gender neutral lol. But I settled for tying the jacket in a knot at the waist. If I wasn't jsut doing half bodies rn- I might of made them a small top big pants lol, but also cold lol Darling has a fancy collar lol, Chardonnay is big into jewelry, so obviously he only gives the best lol, it's also got silver and some metal in it to match him lol.

Angel was also a pretty easy name, Silver thinks very highly of his S/O and that they're much better than he deserves, so Angel was a fitting name. Now their outfit was also pretty easy- but I do have some story with it lol. So I've mentioned Silver's underground issues, in the skelly intro post. So underground he's pretty distant underground, doesn't even really believe you're there. So it causes a little heartache, and you're mostly assisted by Chardonnay (who is happy to help the person who got his brother clean at one point-) Angel does have a collar but you can't quite see it, but it's a small thin black one from Chardonnay.

HT:

Now with Lamb things get funky lol, the name was pretty easy, it's not my favorite one, but I think it works lol. But they're already so torn up??? The way I'm setting HT is that they get in some trouble on the way back to the HT bros house, and with Lamb finding Pumpkin quickly they get out better than Sugar. Still scarred but not as bad.

Sugar however was not as lucky- it took Sugar longer to find Muffin, though they did find Muffin first as both brothers were out that day. And Sugar got into more trouble for longer and lost an eye. (Just an aside- but any hairstyle with Sugar has the hair pulled back on the side with the good eye so they can see as much as they can) Sugar's name is cute tho <3 Muffin- even tho being affected by the 'food' is still very sweet, and will still call you sweet things <3 and obviously food is very important to the HT bros so its a high compliment too lol

FSG:

Boba- this one took forever name wise, I thought about smth like Champagne for awhile, but thought it was too many wine names lol. I also tried bubbles or bubbly to reference Champagne but it never worked. I thought about coffee or things like juice, but settle on Boba, like Boba tea, so all the FSG people have drink themed names lol. Outfit was easier though lol, Long overcoat to keep warm, and basic black shirt and dress pants to be formal but still neutral.

Cocoa was an easy name, I thought of it one day and it stuck so hard lol, and it's so cute along side Coffee Bean <3 Outfit I saw while looking for an outfit for Boba and went Oh!!! Cocoa outfit!!! lol It matches Coffee super well too I think <3

Whew! All the Y/N's done! Again feel free to ask questions about their story, personality, ect! Though I hope to make posts about it, these posts take a long time lol (I might roll them out based on AU to make it easier lol) But happy to have these done and out there! :D

[tilseptemberends]

Do you wanna talk about your book or is that on lock and key (wouldn’t blame you if it was)

No locks or keys here! At least not for the most part. Obviously, I can't give you the full details plotwise but I'm super down to talk about it.

Sorrow and Storm (working title, I'll probably change it by the time I'm done) is the first planned story in a faerie romantasy-style series. It starts in a human village just outside the Woodlands Between, which is the forest separating the human kingdoms from the faeries of the Seelie and Unseelie realms. The main characters are named Evelynne (usually just called Eve), Soleil, and Acacia. They're my sweeties and I love them all dearly.

Eve is Soleil's older sister and the one who brought Soleil to the village after they left their former home. Soleil is a gifted healer. Magic is a trait that it already very rare in humans and healing magic is even more difficult to find even among the fae which makes her a difficult loss for her parents to take. And because of Acacia's fae ancestry she's able to go hunting the Woodlands without being lost to the everchanging forest protecting the faerie realms.

I'm still pretty early in drafting but I am looking into where to publish just as an ebook or something. Snippet below the cut <3

--- (from Ch. 2)

Eve soon found herself helping her sister load up her mostly empty cart with crates of healing tinctures and salves. As well as Soleil's leftover ingredients. Soleil lingered by the bench in the back of the cart, securing the crates so they wouldn't break on the short trip to the apothecary. Eve passed up the last crate and Soleil found it a spot with the others. She moved to hop out but looked down like she'd hit something. 

“What is it?” Eve approached the side of the cart and watched as her sister picked up an old looking book. The leather cover looked rather light, a soft brown that worked well with the shining gold lettering on the front and matched the thread in the binding. Soleil half sat on the edge of the cart and flipped the thing open. Frowning, she flipped a few more pages. 

“Is this yours Eve? I don't recognize any of this…” Soleil offered the book to Eve and she was surprised by the tome's light weight. She flipped through a few pages as Soleil had and pretty soon she was frowning at the pages too. It certainly wasn't common. Or any of the languages of the human kingdoms. The characters were completely foreign but patterns were frequent enough to imply that this was indeed a different language. “Hey? Acacia? You mind taking a peek at this?” Eve called over to the front of their home where their friend had stopped to tighten the buckles on her boots. She'd changed into trousers and light tunic, her quiver at her hip as it was most days.

Acacia slung her bow over a shoulder and made her way over to the cart. 

“What is it?” She asked and Eve offered her the book.

“Do you know what language this might be?” Acacia took the book a thumbed through for a minute before handing it back. “It's not a human language. But I can't tell if its Seelie or Unseelie. I don't know enough of either to be sure.” She flipped back to the cover and considered the title.

“Can you tell what the title is?” Soleil asked and Acacia grimaced slightly, “I think so..?” She chewed her lip for a moment, “The Book of… Requirement maybe? Or Provision… Provision sounds more right.” She handed the book back to Eve. “Where did you get that?” Eve slipped the book into the bag slung over her shoulder, “I must have gotten  it in town while I was making trades at the market. I can't remember who exactly must have given it to me though.” Soleil lightly bumped Eve's arm with the side of her foot, “Maybe it's some pretentious noble's diary. Or a book of faerie curses.” Eve batted at her sister's ankle, “Don't joke about that. We live too close to their lands to be making jokes about curses.” The book felt a bit heavier in her bag as she considered what manner of object she might have brought to her home. Maybe she should throw it in a river just to be rid of it… “I don't think it's curses. If I'm right about that last word being Provision then it might be something as mundane as an inventory record.” Acacia interjected before long. Eve wasn't sure it was something so inconsequential but she took the opportunity to think about anything else.

[wheeloffortune-design]

Alright alright tonight's lesson before my sleeping pills knock me out is about how to socialize when you don't know how

You will need:

a genuine interest in people

some premade sentences

practice

bravery

So you're a neurodivergent adult who wants to make friends? Let this awkward weirdo of an extrovert explain a technique refined over decades.

The most important lesson I could impart you is:

We all want friends.

So you can go into the world knowing that other person would also like to be your friend.

Step 1, the hardest thing you've done in your life: The opener.

Listen, this sucks, but this whole operation rests on the idea that everyone hates taking the first step so might as well do it yourself.

You and person B are in a social situation. You have never talked, but you would like to. So you can borrow one of these:

I love your dress! Did you make it yourself? I love the pattern.

Oh, nice Deadpool tshirt, hello, fellow fan!

Wow I can't believe Linda left us without making presentations. Hi, I'm Carol.

Oh hey, I've seen you work over there, I'm right over here! 6 am shifts, huh?

Well this awkward silence won't break itself. Hi, I'm Tracy and I like horses. You?

I haven't seen you at these parties before! Come, sit with me, let's talk. Who do you know here?

The point is:

Greeting

point something you might have in common

ask a question.

(you'll find your favorites eventually).

Attention, muy importante:

YOU NEED TO BE GENUINE

It needs to be true. You need to find the other person interesting, and be curious and joyful about them.

These premade examples only work if the feeling behind is true.

Step 2: Be interested

There should be the start of a conversation going. You can ask about what they do, what interests them, whatever follows your opening line. And then react favorably.

Ex:

'Yeah, I'm a statistician.'

'I know absolutely nothing about numbers so I'm impressed. What exactly is it that you do?'

or

'I work at the McDonald's down the street.'

'I heard working there is exhausting, working on your feet and being nice all day long sounds tiring.'

Once again:

You need to be genuine in your delight. People are different, jobs are all respectable and hard to do, you can empathize with everyone over being tired/it's the weekend/can't wait for summer/etc.

Step 3: The middle

We're all awkward, we're all weird, and we mostly all learned how to fit in society despite being err, too much.

So I suggest: go with the level of masking that feels natural at first, and still keep a part of your true self ready to shine, because the goal is for them to get used to you gradually. This is, after all, a first meeting.

Ex: I slow down my speech, try to tone down the excitement, but I won't change my opinions or personality. So you do whatever has worked for you in the past.

Also, we're all a bit too nerd and too online, so I guess we got a lot of quotes and preinstalled humor. If used correctly, they work with regular people and they end up thinking you're super witty when you actually just quoted Parks and Recs.

Step 4: The end

In the end of the conversation, you should get a feel if you'd like to stay acquaintances or if you'd really like them as a friend.

How to close with acquaintances:

I was glad to meet you! Hope to see you at Sam's next birthday, haha!

Yeah, the convention was great, let me give you my discord--

My break is over, gotta go. See you around, Ted!

Vague acknowledgement of seeing them in the future, nothing concrete.

BUT if you want to become friends, you're gonna have to put the work, and plan the next time you'll see each other:

This was great, I loved talking about your opinions on subject X. Do you think we could get a coffee, sometime next week, so we can continue the discussion?

You guys are so cool. Do you want to go see the next marvel movie? Yeah, invite that other friend too! Ok I'm sending facebook invites, I'll make an event--

Next week we can do Mario Party and beer at my place.

Mostly, this step requires you to work, organize, and be dependable. People want to be invited to things, but often won't do it first. They'll be grateful that someone else is taking the initiative.

And you will need to do it more than once, too. Establish channels of communication and feed them with conversations, jokes and memes.

And keep inviting them to things. Becoming friends takes time, you have to make sure to create that time.

Hope this can help a couple of you.

be direct, be genuine, be consistent

[deluxewhump]

Martin Olson: Post-trip

CW: pet whump, intimate carewhumper as an ongoing theme, emotional manipulation, lewd/suggestive gesture, prison setting mention

-

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game

If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame

You want it darker

We kill the flame

-

Martin came home on a midnight flight. He was lightly tanned, which looked out of place in the Baltimore winter evening. It made his eyes appear even more blue, like he was a weathered old cowboy peering from the rim of a black ten gallon hat, the bad guy in some movie Carlo had seen and mostly forgotten.

He curled his toes and crossed as many fingers as he could under the table to keep himself from jumping up and going to him. Martin brought his own luggage inside. He didn’t like when Carlo jumped to help— reminding him he was a companion, not a bus boy.

Martin unpacked his things upstairs before coming back down in soft pajama pants and slippers, a sight Carlo didn’t know if he’d ever get used to. Seeing him so casually, in his night things behind closed doors always gave him a jolt. But so did seeing him in his office in a suit.

Martin opened the fridge and took out a glass jar of kombucha, a strange concoction from some local market Carlo thought tasted like fermented ginger, or something left in the sun that shouldn’t have been. He poured three fingers into a glass like it was scotch, gave Carlo a tired smile that accentuated the lines around his mouth. 

Carlo had seen the birth date on his driver’s license when he opened his wallet at a cafe last week. He’d done the mental math and realized his new master was sixty. For some reason, that gave him a strange thrill. When he was born, Martin was already forty. He’d lived three lives to Carlo’s one.

“Hey, kid.”

Carlo smiled back reluctantly. He deeply regretted not having gone with him. It had been lonely here, sleet and rain on floor to ceiling windows and the forlorn black shapes of furniture, Turner classics turned down low on the tv to keep him company.

“How was it?”

He meant visiting Erik, of course.

Carlo traced the grey and black pattern of the marble island with a finger. He wanted to say it was pointless. He wanted to say Erik was distant and cool and looked washed-out in his prison greys, like someone had scooped out his eyes and replaced them both with painted glass. He wanted to say another inmate had wolf-whistled at him across the visitation room, made a V with his fingers and licked between them, and Erik didn’t even flinch or defend him. Didn’t seem to care.

“It was alright,” he said mildly.

Martin studied him from across the island. He sipped his drink. “I missed you. I saw you everywhere I looked.”

Carlo had to steel himself against that, a warm knife sliding between his ribs, pushed so lovingly.

“I should’ve gone,” he smiled, to make it seem less serious. A passing comment.

Martin shrugged. “I’m sure Erik appreciated you coming.”

Carlo wasn’t so sure. He dropped his eyes and resisted the urge to sulk. 

Martin inhaled sharply, breaking the heavy silence. “I brought you something. Perhaps not the most practical at this month of the year in this part of the world, but it will be soon enough. Come.”

Carlo followed him, getting inexplicably shy as they went into the master bedroom, dark and cool and with half unpacked suitcases on the bed. He remembered the first night, when Martin had squatted down in front of him on the bed and spoken so softly.

God, he’d been afraid. Afraid enough that he had tunnel vision, his hearing super acute.

Martin unfolded a square of slate wrapping paper, pulling out a shirt of soft linen the color of parchment. He turned around politely, busying himself with unpacking as Carlo slipped his sweater over his head and tried it on. He stood in front of the floor mirror, a great teak oval thing that lovingly showed him his long limbs, his cheeks less hollow than before.

Martin stood behind him, looking at his reflection without presuming to touch. “It fits,” he said.

“It’s beautiful,” Carlo replied. He didn’t know that he did it justice, but it was trying. “Thank you.”

It was a finely made garment Keith would’ve sneered at, something Erik would’ve liked. Something he should’ve worn in the sun with a warm salt breeze on the back of his neck.

“I like it when you look looked-after,” Martin mused. Carlo could feel the warmth of him behind him, the English Leather scent mixed with something like airport or rental car. He leaned backward on impulse, until the back of his head touched the man’s shoulder.

Martin stepped forward, loosely draping his arms around Carlo and clapsing his hands over his waist. Carlo watched those calm, uncanny blue eyes in the mirror. His own face flushed in the semi dark.

“I wish I went with you,” Carlo said again. He allowed it to have more weight this time. I wish he wanted me like you do. I wish you were him, or he was you.

“I never much want to come back here after I’ve been gone,” Martin said near Carlo’s temple. “But I did this time, with you to come back to.”

He couldn’t watch himself anymore, in this near stranger’s arms. He turned around, pressing his forehead instead to Martin's shoulder.

It was a relief when Martin held him, when he kissed the top of his head.

[leggerefiore]

▽Emmet Romantic HCs△

Win 20 Battles To Win His Heart

○A workaholic, like his twin, but is a little better about it. He gets caught up in things at work, often attempting to alleviate the pressure from Ingo (who does the same for him). Though, after you're dating he basically goes, “Hey, I'm leaving it's 8 o'clock. Ingo, you too.” And rips his poor brother from his paperwork. Emmet has realized that they are overworked and seeks to actively amend that. (To your benefit, as he's home at a reasonable time.)

○You are allowed to laugh at his funny speech patterns. In fact, he tries to worsen it, so you'll burst out into a fit of giggles. He's a big fan of making you smile in any way. Beware, this will lead to him tickling you.

○PDA is super common and casual. He'll grab your hand a pull you along somewhere, sneak a hug in when he can, and kisses are planted everywhere and anywhere. It's so saccharine sweet that station workers have started fake gagging when he starts. (He glares at them half-heartedly.)

○Extremely, extremely affectionate. Will curl his entire body around you and refuse to move for an entire afternoon. He likes having you close to him and pressing chaste kisses to your lips. Nights are an entanglement of limbs and share body heat. He might not be good with words, but he's able to express his love with physical touch.

○He loves any kind of time spent with you and finds chores easier when you do them together. He's used to working with another person, so his teamwork is his speciality. Dishes are washed at lightning speed and high-quality meals are done with minimal preparation time.

○Pet names are similar to his brother's, darling, love, dear and honey. Unlike Ingo, however, he calls you his cute, little Joltik often. (Especially if you cling to him like his Galvantula does)

○Speaking of Joltiks. Congratulations: you have a perfectly bred one. Emmet wordlessly gave you a pokeball one day with an absolutely giddy smile. You sent out the Joltik and stared into it's tiny purple eyes. It took you a minute to realize what made it so special, but you couldn't stop thanking him after realizing it. His pride was at an all-time high for that next week.

○You're battling him — now. Train that Joltik (and get another Pokemon if you don't already have one… double battle time). He loves strong trainers and wants you to battle with him sometime. If you win, he's extremely overjoyed and basically tackles you into a hug. (If you lose, the next day, he delivers you a training plan and gives you puppy eyes until you at least agree to try it.)

○This relationship, too, contains train facts. You probably know more about steam engines than an actual engineers from how he dumps information in casual conversation.

○However, you'll also learn about pokemon breeding. Emmet breeds his Joltiks and wants to share his passion for it with you. You learn he's very particular about the Pokemon he uses; he worries about things you never considered (natures, whatever the hell and IVs and EVs are). He keeps the ones that don't meet his battle criteria, though. Hope you enjoy your hundreds of spider children.

(Bonus: he kept calling the Joltik, the one he bred for you, your child when it was an egg and carried it around wrapped in cloth. A few depot agents were genuinely thinking you two had a child. It was horrifying when the Egg hatched in the middle of the office.)

[n3onstarss]

Sorry but i desperately need comfort and so here's a self indulgent Swerve oneshot

Today had been absolute aft. You'd been kept at work for 11 hours and 27 minutes exactly, you'd timed it, and had barely any breaks. and today was supposed to be your day off to boot. but apparently one of the bolts was loose, and then another problem came up, and just like that your entire Saturday had been spent in the belly of the Lost Light fixing anything and everything. you were stained and exhausted and the energex drink you'd had had done absolutely nothing. It had been so goddamn hot down by the engines that you were sure your processor should've melted. Oil and grease and who knows what else covered your servos and armor and your face plate was absolutely smudged.

By the time you finally left the basement of the ship, there was exactly 4 responses to you and your appearance. "you look like shit" in some way shape or form, constant questions and some didn't even relate to work, Jokes at your expense ("woah, did you get hit by a bus or what?"), or just flat out being ignored. every single one was annoying and every single one only made you more pissed.

By the time you actually reached your habsuite you wanted to collapse and have a nice cry. hey, maybe the coolant could help get rid of some of the grease even! Maybe you would go visit your boyfriend at his bar to help numb the headache that was threatening to split your helm. But first, a shower in the wash racks sounded lovely.

the cleanser was warm and steaming, perfect. It warmed your protoform in the nicest way it could. Soap slithered onto the floor beneath you as you stared blankly at the wall. rinsing would go faster if you actually tried, but just standing under the solution was calming. and it was helping your headache too i guess.

By the time the shower shut off and you were dry, it was already incredibly late in the cycle. actually it was technically the next cycle. 12:13 am exactly is what your chronometer read. Swerve's bar would be closed by now, it was past midnight. a new rule he'd imposed specifically on the weekends. y'know when the bar would be busiest.

opening the door to the wash racks let the built up steam pour out, making foggy patterns along the floor. in a few seconds it was gone, but it made for ethereal scenes whenever it was Swerve emerging.

Speaking of Swerve, he was in the habsuite already. that was mildy surprising, he had a tendency to stay late at the bar to talk with friends, even after he closed it officially. but here he was, hunched over the counter and watching the microwave dutifully.

... okay maybe not really hunched. after all, the mini-bot was, well, mini. and you were just below average. actually, scratch that, you were barely shorter then Drift. either way, the counters weren't the highest but they weren't the lowest either.

By the time Swerve had spotted you in the reflection of the microwave it had been a hot minute. the steam was gone and the only thing you could imagine was some damp bot standing ominously in the golden yellow light of the washrooms. He turned and shot you that million dollar grin while the microwave backlit him and he received a soft smile in return. Primus how you love that mini-bot.

"[NAME]! I'd figured you were in the shower cause, i mean, who else would be in our shower? but i mean someone could've been but that would be, like, super weird and creepy- anyways! I'm making popcorn!"

and there he was. the bot you fell for. in your studio habsuite's kitchen, making popcorn after midnight. this only meant one thing, and you were already on it.

"that would be absolutely creepy if it was anyone but one of us, but luckily it wasn't. How are you making the popcorn tonight, love? and what movie do you want?" You were already walking towards the tall but thin shelves near the berth. maybe you would make a show of flicking through movies even if you knew exactly where the movie was, maybe not. despite how tiring today had been, Swerve had the affect of making everything feel better. you hoped you could do the same for him.

"caramel corn! well, okay not caramel, but caramelized energon if that makes sense? and tonight is your pick, remember?" he almost seemed offended you'd forgotten, but the lighthearted smile and the glint in his eyes when he looked over his shoulder let you know everything you needed to.

so that's what you'd been forgetting! welp, best grab something quick, the microwave was going off already.

"That sounds amazing, dear. For movie, how do you feel about Mad Max; the road warrior?" you were crouched infront of the shelves now and flicking through the cases, making a show of it. You'd somehow managed to snag a few earth movies from a trader a few systems ago and the Mad Max series had been your favorite so far.

"again?!" Swerve turned from having his back to you to throwing you the most fake-shocked look ever over his shoulder. "you've picked that one ever since we got it!" he turned back to the popcorn, his tone joking and a giggle escaping him.

"well of course! it's a really good movie!" you slapped your servo onto your chassis in mock exasperation and punctuated it with a gasp.

what a strange couple, most bots on the ship would say. The mini-bot bartender and the mechanic. But you both had so much in common and so much to teach each other and to learn. And one of those things in common was the sheer amount of drama queen in both of you.

"whatever shall we do?" Swerve announced like a shocked wife in a horror movie, turning fast and laying a servo on his forehead as he draped himself across the counter. Primus he looked stunning haloed in the golden light of the left open microwave.

The DvD was quickly abandoned on the bed in favor of crossing the small space to scoop up Swerve in your arms. planting kiss after kiss on his face plates while he struggled to keep his giggles down. By the time he was released from the hugs and kisses the caramelized energon had cooled enough that it wouldn't burn and he was blushing bright blue.

oh how on Cybertron did you get so lucky with him?

by the time the movie had ended hours later you both were entangled in each other. his helm on your chassis while he laid across your torso. you'd both inevitably wake up face to face with limbs tangled, but for now, you were both sound asleep in your own lala lands. illuminated only by the ending of the movie and the dim glow of each others bio-lights.

luckily, neither of you had work tomorrow.

[meowniee]

Lee Taeyong - One Shot

Pairing: Female Reader (photographer) x Lee Taeyong (idol)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,2k

Warnings: oral (f/m) | fingering (f) | penetration | protected sex | squirt | manhandling | finger sucking

Synopsis: Who would have thought that doing a photo shoot with NCT would lead you to stay after your working hours in a room alone with Taeyong...

You were already asleep when you got a call from your boss. One of the photographers who would be working tomorrow had gotten sick and he needed you to go to work in her place. You had been hired a few months ago, but you hadn't worked on any major projects yet, even though your experience in the field is impeccable. He asked you to arrive early tomorrow at the film set and your colleague would explain all the work. You were so excited, it would be your first opportunity to show your talent, whatever job it was.

You could barely sleep and ended up waking up earlier than you needed to. You chose a comfortable outfit, pants and shirt, ate your favorite breakfast, did some very basic makeup, highlighting your cute lips, and went out to the photo set. The day was beautiful with a very blue sky and a shining sun. It was almost 10 am when you arrived at the luxurious hotel where the photos would be. At the entrance, your colleague was waiting for you with an iced coffee in each hand. You greeted each other quickly, thanking her for the coffee, and headed into the hotel, picking up your credentials at the lobby. On the way to the main hall, she explained to you that they would have a big crew today because they were going to photograph a famous K-pop group, NCT127. Each photographer would be responsible for one of them during the individual photos, and the photos would be taken in a hotel room according to the aesthetic that each one wanted. She told you that you would be responsible for Taeyong, the leader of the group. You were shocked. You were just replacing the sick photographer and were you responsible for none other than the GROUP LEADER? “Don't worry, he's an experienced idol. He'll help you with whatever you need. He's also a sweetheart, rest assured”, she said, patting your arm. You sighed in relief. You need to do your best today to take your best pictures. You knew Taeyong and how perfect he was in the photos. His features were sharp and his gaze was deep, the best set for a good model.

It didn't take long for all the photographers and directors to arrive, preparing their cameras, lights and scenery, reviewing the positions and space around them. The beats of their music echoed faintly through the hall. You heard rumbles coming from the entrance to the hall and turned to see what was going on. The boys had arrived along with their security guards and managers. They were mostly in sweats and comfortable clothes, clearly without the luxurious outfits prepared for the photos. Some messy hair, sleepy eyes and yawns accompanied their expression, but that didn't stop you from noticing how beautiful they were. Extremely beautiful. They were talking to each other, sipping their coffee, laughing and settling down next to the staff members. The blonde one, Taeyong, stood in front of them, ceasing their conversation. They greeted all of the staff, bowing and smiling. The director took the lead and made the general introductions. "We will have a team responsible for each member to optimize the work today. Please direct each member to their workstation to begin preparations". He called one name at a time, redirecting the boys to their teams. The makeup artists and hairdressers started to work, preparing their looks according to the references they had received. You stood a little away from him, a little embarrassed, holding your camera. You didn't want to take pictures of him without makeup, respecting his personal space, so you waited until the stylists had finished. He was perfect now, with his hair straight and his makeup done. Soft pink lips emphasized the shape. He was fiddling with his cell phone, waiting for the moment to go change. You approached slowly. “Hi Mr. Lee… I’m Y/n. I am your photographer today”, you introduced yourself, bending a little and unable to look at him. “Hey! Nice to meet you.”. You raised your eyes a little to see him. He was smiling and waving his hand. “I didn't know you. Are you new here?”, he asked. “Yes… Hm… I'm replacing a colleague who couldn't come”, you answered, squeezing your camera in your hands. “If you have any questions or need help, just ask me, okay?”, he smiled and got up to go dress up. You breathed a sigh of relief. You were very nervous and hadn't even realized you weren't breathing properly. He seemed very kind and that made you more relieved.

The group photos were quick. The boys were very professional, they knew exactly what to do, where to look and how to position their bodies. They were very comfortable with the production, playing games with each other but not disturbing each other's work. Everyone's attention was focused on them, always going to fix some hair that was out of place, or some slightly smudged makeup. Words of encouragement from the photographers only made them more excited. You were always watching Taeyong. You needed to learn how he looked at the camera, what angles he preferred and how he liked to pose for pictures. He was the one who looked most comfortable among them all. He wore burgundy pants and a shiny leather jacket, no shirt. Sometimes your eyes locked, making your whole body heat up, and eventually you would shyly look away.

Everyone had lunch at the hotel restaurant and then went to the individual sets. All lights and equipment were mounted. The rooms weren't very big, but the staff was downsized now so you wouldn't have a problem with that. The room had a bed by the window, a sofa across the room, and a rug with wave patterns. The pale colors contrasted with Taeyong's clothes.

Individual photos took longer. Taeyong always stopped to look at the result in the notebook, giving suggestions for light, for angles, praising your photos. You were getting more and more comfortable with him, laughing at the jokes and daring to get closer. “It's almost 7 PM, we should start wrapping up”, you said. He looked at you. “I really want to try some other poses and angles. Y/n, can you stay up a little later?” he asked and you nodded quickly. It was your most important job so far and you would make the most of it. “We won't need the production. You all can go. These photos will be for my personal project. Thank you so much for your hard work today”. He said, turning to the rest of the staff. They thanked and bowed, starting to pack their things and leave the room. You were very happy that he asked you to take more photos for his personal project. So he liked your work, right? You were enjoying working with him too. The conversation and exchange of ideas flowed easily. You quickly understood what he wanted and could reproduce it with your clicks. You had good chemistry together. “I'm going to go down and get my stuff from downstairs and from there we can start, ok?”, you said, opening the door and heading for the elevator. You were very excited... and a little nervous about being alone in a room with him. Quickly grabbing your extra lights and lenses, you went back to the hotel room, thinking of all the angles that could be made there. You knocked on the door before entering. Taeyong had his notebook open, sitting on the couch. The room was cozier now that all the lights were out and there wasn't a lot of equipment in the corners. “I ordered drinks and some snacks for us. We can relax a little while I explain to you what I thought for these photos.”, he said as you put your things down by the couch, sitting on the bed in front of him. “Oh thank you! So… Tell me a little about your project, please”, you asked him. His eyes were shining as he told you about his new album that he produced himself. He was thinking about taking photos to promote digitally. A sexier concept as his songs were very intimate. You really liked everything. He had a very artistic mind and he spoke in a very emotional way.

The snacks arrived and you thanked them, you were starving. At some point you sat next to him on the couch while he showed you pictures he liked, so you could follow the concept. You both finished eating and you got up, “How do you want to start? Maybe on the couch?”, he nodded, crossing his legs and leaning on the sofa, his tiger look appearing again. His duality was incredible. Super cute and adorable off camera, but extremely irresistible on them. His poses were great and you always praised him between them, cheering him on. He lay on his back on the couch, letting his arm fall over the edge, looking directly at you through the camera lens. This was the best photo of the night, for sure. He sat, legs closed, back laying on the couch. If you were your camera right now, you would be melted by his gaze. “Can you take one up close?”, he asked. You positioned yourself very close to his legs, leaning forward to get as close as possible, trying to balance. “You can put your legs around mine. That’s okay”. You did as he said, timidly opening your legs and getting closer to him, his legs between yours. He lay a little more on the couch, flirting with the lenses. Or with you? You didn't know anymore at that point. You tried to get a little closer, but you lost your balance, falling forward. He quickly put his hands around your waist, holding you, making you sit in his lap. “Are you ok?”, he asked. You were so embarrassed, your cheeks were burning. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Thank you”, you whispered. You didn't try to get up and he didn't move either. His hands still gripping your waist, holding you in place. “Maybe a photo this close will be good”, he murmured, lightly squeezing his hands on you. You quickly raised the camera. You thanked you for not having to look him in the eye, but being able to see him through the lens was a really amazing view. You clicked several times, trying to capture the most of the moment. You tightened your thighs around him, getting closer. His hands gently moved down your legs as his gaze traveled over your entire body. He bit his lower lip when you whispered a compliment, letting his head fall back, panting softly. He was enjoying the whole moment, just like you. You took his chin between your fingers and pushed it up, making him face the camera. Your thumb lightly scraping the bitten lip as he opened it slightly. Lowering the camera, you glared into his eyes, pushing your finger slowly between his lips, testing the waters. You let a low moan escape as he ran his tongue over your finger, circling slowly and then closing his lips around it.

Taeyong was so sexy already totally drunk with pleasure underneath you, with labored breathing and huge pupils dilated by arousal. You could almost feel him melt under your touch, giving himself completely. Was this really happening? Or did you hit your head in the elevator and this is all just your mind's creation? The questioning passed quickly when you felt a sharp bite on your finger, pulling you back to reality. Yes, he was there, deliciously sucking your finger like it was the tastiest candy he'd ever had. Putting the camera to one side entirely, you looked deep into his eyes, lifting your head with a defiant look as your fingers tightened inside his mouth, forcing him to open it. He took a deep breath before suddenly grabbing you around the waist and pulling you close to his chest, causing you to lose your balance and fall onto his chest completely, bracing both your hands on the couch behind him. You felt him pushing his hips up against yours just before your lips met. His lips were colder than yours, giving you goosebumps. Quickly devouring each other, the kiss became extremely hot as your tongues twisted against each other, tasting the sweet needy taste. You slipped your hand from his chest, past his neck, into his blonde hair, tangling your fingers in, pressing your mouths even closer, deepening the kiss. A purr resonated through his chest, leaving you extremely excited. He was so responsive to your actions, melting at any gesture, especially when you showed dominance over him.

You let your head fall back, leaving your neck free, guiding Taeyong to kiss you there. Despite the strength of your hand in his hair, he took his time kissing your jaw until he reached the base of your neck, biting and licking near your collarbone. His hands moved up from your hips, working their way under your shirt, reaching the base of your breasts. His hands weren't big, but they hugged your ribs as best they could. Running his hands down your back until he reached your shoulders, he pressed you down, against your prominent volume growing inside his pants, kissing the valley between your breasts through your shirt. You can do nothing but sigh. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, letting Taeyong sink between your breasts, kissing them through the lace of your bra as his deft hands opened it from behind. He pulled back for a moment as he slipped the straps over your shoulder, letting the bra fall between you, quickly tossing it to the side. Admiring your bare breasts, he cupped them both in his hands, massaging them gently, playing with your nipples between his fingers, lightly squeezing, earning a moan from you. Looking deep into your eyes, he brought his pink lips near to your nipple, pressing the tip of his tongue around it before capturing it with his mouth. The other one was being pinched and twirled between his fingers. You could feel your arousal making you wet, pooling in the fabric of your panties. You pressed your hips against his, trying to feel him hard against your clothed core.

You were startled when he quickly flipped you over with your back to the couch, sitting you down and pulling your hips closer to the edge. He found the waistband of your pants and pulled it with his fingers along with your panties, leaving you totally naked. His eyes ran all over your body, burning through every part they passed. Spreading your legs, he positioned in the middle as he sought your lips for another hot kiss. He was still fully dressed and it made you a little embarrassed to be undressed. You took advantage of the fact that he was close and started to open the buttons on his leather coat as he sucked your tongue and left bites on your lips. He helped you finish taking off his coat, throwing it somewhere in the room. He took a moment for you to look at him between your legs, standing up, and appreciate his gorgeous torso, now exposed since he wasn't wearing any shirt. He knelt gracefully between your legs, still looking into your eyes, and placed his hands on the inner part of your thigh, forcing you to spread your legs even further so that he could fit his broad shoulders between them. He brought his lips too close to your wet folds, but he didn't touch, just laid there, breathing hot, making you feel how close he was from your core. You grabbed his hair and forced his head against you, which he gladly accepted, flattening his tongue on your cunt. It didn't take long before he was devouring you hungrily, licking up all of your liquid, sucking on your clit and twisting his tongue around it. It felt great and you moaned his name under your breath, trying not to yell at all the neighbors to hear. You felt your orgasm approaching and began to roll your hips, rubbing yourself against his tongue. You couldn't help when your back arched and the wave of heat spilled over your whole body. He didn't stop sucking on your clit, prolonging the sensation of pleasure as your body writhed with each movement. When the sensation started to get painful from overstimulation, he slipped two fingers inside your wet interior, starting to move them curved, reaching the most sensitive point. You were about to ask him to stop when you felt another orgasm coming. His fingers worked fast in and out of your pussy, rubbing your g-spot with precision, while his mouth kissed your super sensitive clit. You felt an incredible pressure taking hold of your uterus, as if your bladder were suddenly too full. You tried to close your legs, but he held you tight, looking you in the eyes, daring you to stay there. You were hit by a high-speed train when your second orgasm came too quickly compared to the previous one. “Fuck…”, you yelled as you heard the louder and wet noises spreading through the room as Taeyong guided you through your moment of ecstasy. When you managed to open your eyes, he was looking at you with a proud smile on his lips. “God…that was really hot…”, he said, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking each one until there was no juices left. You looked at your legs and saw that they were much wetter than usual. It's been a long time since you last had a squirt. And you were sure this wasn't the first time he's done this with a woman.

You saw his other hand rubbing the volume down his pants. He made you feel so good and now you wanted to return the favor. “Get up”, you asked, signaling with your finger. He immediately got up. Small dark stains covered the front of his burgundy pants, hit by your juices. Both of his hands were clasped behind his back, puffing out his chest and taking a deep breath, waiting for you. You reached for the button on his pants, undoing it slowly as you teased him with your gaze. You slid the zipper down at a slow pace, anticipating your touch on his cock. He was wearing black boxers, which fit perfectly against his body, showing the design of his hard member constrained by the fabric. You dropped his pants on his feet. Taking a firm grip on his ass and squeezing, you brought your lips close to his still-covered volume, sliding your lips over his length. You earned a sigh of appreciation. He didn't tease you, so you wouldn't tease him either. You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down, freeing his hard cock. He was wet with pre-cum, glistening in the bedroom light, inviting your mouth to suck it. You took it in your hand, being careful not to put too much pressure, and brought the tip to your lips, giving light kisses around it as you looked at him. His eyes sparkling with anticipation when you stuck your tongue out, gently circling, collecting the pre-cum to taste it. He was so sweet you almost couldn't believe it. You put his whole head in your mouth and increased the pressure on your hand, making him moan louder than before. Sliding down to the end of its length and back, feeling it hit the back of your throat, you started to suck it, your other hand mimicking your movements, but to the opposite side. When your head twisted to the right as you swallowed his length, your hand met twisting to the left. He was moaning hard from pleasure, making you feel proud of your perfect blowjob. You were determined to make him come in your mouth, so you took his balls with your free hand, gently massaging them back and forth as you deepthroated his entire length. You were about to go back when you felt his hand pressing your head further, keeping his cock in your hot throat. You couldn't fight the gag reflex, but he pulled back your head, freeing your throat so you could breathe.

Your lips were all wet with saliva, as was his dick. He pulled your head, making you look at him. "Please… I don't want to come yet…", he begged between sighs. You stood up, hugging his defined waist, quickly spinning him around, causing him to lose his balance and land on the couch. You sat on his lap, positioning your needy pussy on top of his hard cock. Resting your hands on his chest, you started grinding his entire length with your wet folds. He took hold of your hips and helped guide the movement, rolling his eyes back at the wonderful feeling it was like to have you slide past him. “Do you have a condom?”, you asked. He was a little bewildered with pleasure and looked a little startled by the question. “Y-yes…”, he replied, quickly reaching into his wallet and pulling one out. You barely waited for him to finish putting on as you positioned yourself with your entrance to the head of his cock, taking advantage that he was holding it up.

You slid painfully slowly across his length, watching his gaze fixed on where he disappeared inside you. You both moaned low as you reached the end, waiting until your tight walls got used to his size. He cupped both of your breasts, taking one of them in his mouth and kissing it as if it were your lips. You started to roll your hips with his dick deep inside you. “Fuck…”, you both whispered. You couldn't keep it that way for long, so you got up until it almost came out of you, and sank down again. You kept the rhythm steady, enjoying the pleasure inside you. Your brain still didn't seem to process the fact that you were fucking none other than Taeyong. He was really perfect, like he came out of an anime. And he was enjoying being there with you… it made you even more turned out. He started to move his hips too, slamming against you harder, pushing even deeper. You couldn't hold back a shriek of pleasure as it hit so deep you could have sworn you'd feel pain there tomorrow. He kept it deep and strong, the thrusts getting more and more sloppy while the two of you were a moaning mess. Both bodies tense feeling the orgasm approaching, labored breathing filling the room with gasps of air. Grabbing the hair at the back of his head and forcing him away from your sensitive nipple, you captured his lips with yours, still tasting your own juice on his tongue. You could feel your walls tightening and his cock throbbing. You stopped bouncing on him, just focusing on kissing his mouth, but he held your hips in the air, giving him room to move under you, pushing his cock deeper and faster with harder and harder. You dropped your head at the base of his neck, moaning not so low his name as he nibbled and sucked on your neck, increasing your pleasure even further. “Fuck, Taeyong… I’m so close… Please, don’t stop”, you begged this time, holding tight his body against yours. Your words made him fuck you even faster, moaning in a low tone countless curses in your ear. Your orgasm erupted as he licked and bit your earlobe, giving you shivers all over your body, followed by the tingling sensation. Your walls squeezed his cock hard inside you, sucking him in with your pussy. He couldn’t hold it any longer and he's bursted all of his cum into the condom, deep inside you. He didn't stop moving in and out until you were both almost starting to feel pain from overstimulation.

You lay there cuddled together as your bodies rested, restoring your breathing rhythm and heartbeat. This all still didn't feel real. You just had the best sex of your life with… him. You were awakened from your thoughts by his voice in your ear. “Can we take a shower together?”, he asked, his voice so soft he didn't sound like the same person from a few minutes ago. “Only if you wash my hair for me…”, you joked. “Okay, I can do that”, he smiled. He helped you to your feet and went to the bathroom and started getting ready for the shower. “I'll order us something to eat if you don't mind. I'm hungry and I believe you are too”. You nodded as you wrapped yourself in the robe that was in the bedroom. He was being so adorable and caring. In fact, you wouldn't expect him to just send you away after having melted under your touch so easily. He was a gentleman and he was making you feel special right now.

The shower was fun and he let you do various hairstyles with the shampoo bubbles in his hair. Also the timing was perfect. As soon as you guys got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in your hotel robes, the food he ordered arrived in your room. Both of you ate while he told stories about behind the scenes in the clips and funny situations with other members of the group. He was so easy to talk to and give you pleasure that you could easily fall in love...

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter twelve - “it’s hovercraft time, bucky barnes”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: neither bucky nor y/n can sleep... until they do. and the next day brings them an unexpected, but pleasant surprise.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

It was four in the morning when the psychologist and the super soldier got in their respective beds after the nightmare. Y/N laid on her side in the bunk across from Bucky, facing away from him and staring at the wall. Her body wanted to sleep but her mind kept whirring on and on, worrying about him.

It wouldn't be that bad if she could just ignore it. It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't wide awake also thinking about how it would be utterly impossible for him to have any eye color other than blue.

She sighed. Christ almighty, just go to sleep.

About twenty minutes passed before she heard it.

"Why are you still up?" he mumbled.

She turned over to her other side, dramatically, staring at his silhouette in the dark.

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I'm a trained assassin," he said, as a matter of fact. "I can recognize breath patterns."

"Yeah, well I know for a fact that you aren't even trying to fall back asleep."

"How could you possibly know that?" he repeated her question.

"I just do," she stated before turning on her back and staring straight up.

He scoffed playfully.

"What?" she asked.

Her tone wasn't as playful. It wasn't angry or annoyed; she could never be with him. But, it was void of emotion and her usual sarcastic cadence. She didn't enjoy people reading her like that. She knew he wasn't, but it felt like she was being called out for caring so much. She wanted to rein in her own compassion, but she couldn't help the way he softened her.

"That's just code for 'I'm a trained psychologist and I know how you're gonna react to nightmares.'"

She replied with silence, desperately trying to end the conversation so she could try to sleep and leave this night behind.

"Sorry, did I- did I say something?" he asked.

"No, you're good."

Part of her felt bad for being short with him, but she needed it to be over. She needed to somehow distance herself from her own feelings.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up with the nightmare and messed with you being able to fall back asleep. I know it's... a lot."

He's sorry. He's sorry?

"Don't you dare apologize. It's not your fault, and it's not even why I can't fall back asleep."

"What's the problem then?"

"It's nothing. Just try and get some sleep."

"Yeah... about that..."

"Will you have another?"

"Not  sure. I don't wanna find out."

"I know. And I'm sorry. Sleep shouldn't be this menacing, but you should still try anyway. Your body needs it."

"So does yours."

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh. There she went caring again and he kept deflecting. Her frustrations about her own emotions came out in stubborn defiance.

"I'm not sleeping until you do."

"Guess we're both stayin' up then."

"Bucky," she gently admonished.

"Y/N I can't- that... was the worst one I've had in a while."

That was it. Any and all aggravation faded to nothing, and her cheeks were hot with guilt. To hell with it; she refused to leave him to pain. She then got out of her bunk. Carefully, she maneuvered out and kneeled on the floor, facing him. She felt bad; she didn't mean to push him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry, I should know better."

He mirrored her actions, slipping out of his own bunk and kneeling on the floor in front of her

"It's okay," he didn't miss a beat. His voice was as soft of hers. "Thank you."

He was closer now, so she could see a more detailed outline of him. She never really noticed just how large he was. Just his arm looked as big as her head. He was supposed to look frightening, but... she just couldn't see it.

"If you don't wanna sleep that's okay. I'll stay up with you so you don't have to be alone."

"Y/N..."

"I'm already up, I don't mind," she countered. "Seriously. I'm wide awake now. Honestly, I don't even know if I could fall back asleep if I tried."

"I can't ask you to stay up and babysit just 'cause you feel bad."

She scooted forward, determined not to lose to deflection again. Babysit? and Cause you feel bad? How could he truly think so little of himself?

"I am definitely not babysitting. I just happened to be awake at the same time you are... and not because I feel bad."

He scooted forward a couple inches, squinting, trying to decipher her facial expressions. "I can't tell if you're joking or not just from your tone of voice."

In the very back of her head it returned: that hazy enchantment feeling that swelled from her lungs through her brain stem every time she was this close to him. It is important to note - it was in the very back of her brain, and if you ignore something long enough, you can convince yourself it's not there.

"James Buchanan, I am awake and there's not a thing you can do about it."

"Alright," he sighed. "I don't know if you're expecting some kind of entertainment, but I can't really juggle with one arm..."

"I can't juggle with two."

"Ever been to the circus?"

"No."

He laughed. "Oh man, you're missin' out."

"No, I got the clown right here."

"Wow, is that how it is?"

"Depends. You got face paint and a rainbow wig?"

"Smartass."

The air was quiet after their breathy laughs fizzled out. A few moments of awkwardness quietly passed, both unsure of what to say next.

"You know when you're in the dark, your pupils dilate to take in as much light as they can in order to see better?" Y/N asked.

"I think I knew that? I'm not sure, I might've heard it somewhere. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. I can't see your face super well, so it made me think of it. I can barely even see your eyes."

"Maybe that's better," he chuckled. "I don't know if they're still blood shot from earlier."

"Like I'd care."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"What?"

"Why wouldn't you care? I feel like seeing someone's puffy face and post-cry eyes would be kinda gross."

"You really think I care if your eyes are red or puffy?" she questioned. "Buck, I know I'm probably not supposed to say this because technically I'm your doctor, but I honestly consider you a really good friend. I'd be more worried to see that you've been crying than be aversive to it."

He scoffed in honest disbelief.

"What?"

"I just can't wrap my head around the fact that you think that way about me..."

"What do you mean?"

"...the person I am, the things I've done, the..." he shook his head, "the horrors I've committed..."

"The horrors you've committed are not who you are. I know you see yourself in a lot of different ways because it's hard to un-learn what other people have decided you are: a monster, a ghost, an asset, a machine, an assassin, a weapon, whatever. But have you ever considered that you're just human after all? You're a man who got dealt a shit hand in life. But there is still light in him... light that never left, no matter how hard they tried to beat it out of you. You're a survivor, Buck."

Bucky took a deep breath in, contemplating, before turning and laying on his back. They both remained on the floor, Y/N kneeling a few inches away from the side of Bucky's supine figure. He stared straight up at the ceiling.

"Sometimes I think I'm a better 'ghost' than I am a human being. My mind's a mess, and even though I'm trying, I still can't help but feel like I've lost who I am."

"You haven't lost who you are. You're just different now, and that's okay."

He looked up at her. "How do you always know what to say?"

"I know everything."

Y/N smiled, following Bucky's laugh, allowing the somber atmosphere to lighten up a bit. They so easily slipped in and out of the therapy dynamic, but now it seemed more like a heartfelt conversation between friends rather than treatment between doctor and patient.

"I consider you a really good friend too by the way - closest one I've had since Steve."

"Wow, really? That's an honor."

"Not really," he chuckled. "Steve's a punk."

And there she went laughing again. In one way or another she always found herself laughing around him.

However, she found it more confusing than funny when she woke up the following morning to find herself sitting on the floor, leaning against one of the beds with Bucky's head in her lap. She found her hands resting on his head protectively, fingers slightly carded through his long hair. She woke up before him... That's a first.

Y/N looked down at him. He was fast asleep; he looked peaceful and so relaxed. It was such a rare state to see him in, so she gave herself a few more seconds to study how his face looked when it was completely tranquil before she smoothed her hand along the back of his head and replaced her lap with a pillow.

-

"Hey," a raspy voice called out.

Y/N turned around from her seat at the table, hands still wrapped around the cup of tea she made herself a few minutes prior.

Bucky was awake, sitting up, but still in his previous spot on the floor.

"Hey. You want some tea?"

He stood up, nodding and stretching his back. "Did I fall back asleep?"

"You did," she smiled. "I'm pleased. I told you you needed the rest."

He seemed pleasantly surprised. "And on the floor too. Very classy."

She raised her mug to him, as if to make a toast. "Classiest man I know."

He laughed before grabbing the kettle and realizing it was empty.

"Shoot. We're outta water."

"It's alright. We know where to find the waterfall. You want to go get more?"

"Mm hm."

"Alright, I'll just finish my tea and go out in a few minutes."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm coming too."

"You sure? You just woke up. You can take some time to just relax if you want."

"No. I'm going."

"Stubborn. I can go myself, you know. I know the way."

"Would you let me go by myself?"

Y/N was silent for a moment before sighing.

"Get your shoes."

-

"You know, there was really no reason to almost push me into the water," Bucky commented as they were making their way back to the shelter after restocking their water supply.

"I wasn't actually going to!"

"You might as well have! My life flashed before my eyes!"

"Bet that took forever. You wanna backtrack? I can do it for real this time."

"I'm throwin' you in next time."

"You couldn't throw me," she challenged.

"Like a football," he countered, smirking.

"I don't wanna test that theory."

Their banter continued as they continued walking, making sure they were in the tree line and not out in the open. Bucky was always cautious. He was able to laugh with her while still making sure they were safe. That was until his arm was suddenly around the front of her shoulders, and holding her against his chest as his back was flush against a tree, effectively hiding them both from sight. She just stared forward, barely registering how fast he swiveled both of them around.

"There's someone at the bunker. I'm sorry- didn't want us to be seen."

He removed his arm, but her feet were stuck. She had never been close to him like this before; she didn't know what to think of it. She stepped forward a bit, breaking the contact but still facing away from him. She was hyperaware of their proximity but that quickly dissipated as she registered what he said.

"What did you see?"

"There were a couple people, but I didn't get a great look 'cause I moved out of sight fast. One woman, two men? I think."

His tone and demeanor reminded her of that day Shuri told them they had to go in hiding. He was so calm and collected. She forgot situations like these were practically muscle memory to him.

"Do you think someone found us? What were they doing?"

"I only saw 'em for a second, I'm not sure. Stay still, I'm gonna look."

As soon as his head peaked around the tree, so did Y/N's, ignoring his order.

"Wait, I think that's Shuri."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. I don't know if I'd bet my life on it."

"What's that other thing?"

"The hovercraft?"

"Hovercraft? God, I love this place."

"Wait, see the crest on the hovercraft - that's the one only Shuri can unlock."

"Alright, just... stay behind me. Okay?"

"Okay."

The two slowly made their way towards the three Wakandans. Y/N actually listened this time and stayed behind Bucky. As soon as they were in sight, Shuri came running up to them.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed, immediately throwing herself into the psychologist, embracing her.

She was startled at first, arms awkwardly hanging by her sides before her brain finally caught up to her and she brought her arms up lightly, returning the hug.

"Shuri! What happened?"

"We won!" Shuri grinned. "It's a long and complicated story, but the rightful King never died. My brother has reclaimed his place on the throne. Wakanda is ours once again!"

A monumental weight was lifted from Y/N's shoulders. She sighed in relief, knowing she was no longer in danger, knowing Bucky was no longer in danger.

"That's incredible. I'm so glad everything's okay, and I'm so glad to see you."

"I'm glad to see you too, my partner," Shuri hugged her once more before addressing Bucky. "Sergeant Barnes. I'm sorry for all the trouble. I hope everything was alright?"

"We've been getting along just fine," he nodded. "Thank you."

Shuri called over the two other men - royal guards that came with her - before turning back to Y/N and Bucky.

"You've been camped out here in hiding long enough. Let us go home."

As they walked behind the Wakandan princess, Y/N nudged Bucky with her elbow.

"It's hovercraft time, Bucky Barnes," she managed to say through a face numbing smile.

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[laboflove]

Oikawa & Iwa X FR

•Aged up•

Word Count- 2363

❗Warnings❗{Smut, angst, praising, infatuation, ridiculing, cheating, body shaming}

A/N: Thicc Y/N who's dating Oikawa and although he says he loves her it doesnt seem that way.

He smiles as he sees your eyebrows pushed together, you were always so cute when you were angry, he just wanted to keep making fun of you to see that face. "Tooru" you suddenly say making his smile fade, "Yeah?" He says confused and your phone buzzes, "Nevermind, I have to go, Iwa is here" you say then kiss his cheek before leaving.

A frown forms on his face as he sees you walk off, you were always hanging out with Iwaizumi. It made him mad because you were HIS girlfriend not Iwaizumi's. He huffs then leaves as well, whatever, hed just make you remember how great it is to date him.

You walk in to find him on your bed and he smiles, "Hey" you both say, you climb onto the bed forgetting about today at work and he pulls you onto his chest. "Did you gain weight? Damn" he says with a chuckle making the thoughts come back, "I think, I'll lose it dont worry" you whisper as you move off and onto the side.

He pulls you close, his hands trailing your body making you anxious, you werent skinny like other girls, you had curves and Oikawa would always tease you about it, middle school to now and you always tried to lose weight but youd gain it back. An endless cycle and honestly the last thing you wanted right now was for him to be touching you like this.

Yet you dont stop him, instead closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep but his hands get more touchy, soon enough spreading your legs. "Not tonight Tooru" and his frown appears again, that's the second time this week you've called him that. "Okay" he says then turns around and you both fall asleep, one angry and confused and the other filled with dark thoughts.

"I just dont understand, shes been calling me Tooru this entire week, why?" He says as he passes the ball to Iwa, "Its your name" He says making him huff. He knew it was his name but you've never called him that before, so why now?!

"I dont like it, she never calls me that so why now? Did I do something wrong?" He says and Iwa stops, "You always make fun of her, im surprised she hasn't dumped you yet" and Oikawa's mouth goes dry. His biggest worry, something he never wants to happen, for you two to break up, you meant everything to him, youd always lift him up, give him pointers and take care of him. You couldn't leave him, you're all he had.

"S-she knows I'm just kidding, I don't mean any of it" he says then the ball flies towards him, "Iwa-!", "It always sounds like you mean it, you tell her shes fat, that shes not pretty enough, that she isnt smart, terrible shit but you never say that you're just kidding. Even then you shouldnt say shit like that to someone who already deals with criticism as it is, you especially shouldn't say it to her because shes your goddam girlfriend" he leaves and Oikawa clenches his fists.

"Hey!" And he looks back, "Do you like her?!" He yells out earning a nod making his blood boil, "I've liked her since middle school, even more in high school and the most right now, but she made the stupidest decision on dating you" and he walks off again.

"Youd never leave me right?" He asks as he rests his head on your chest, you dont answer making him look up with dim eyes, "You would?" He asks and you sigh, "If something were to happen yes but just breaking up with you for no reason would not happen" and he nods. "Um, what would be the reason?" He whispers remembering the conversation with Iwa, "If one of us cheats, I'd never do it but well..." you stop and he looks up at you.

"I-im sorry, I'll never hurt you like that ever again, so please dont leave me" you nod then place a kiss on his head.

He looks back at the tv but hes barely focusing on it, only remembering that night. He was drunk, saying terrible stuff and when he woke up he found you in front of him, sitting down, looking super tired and your eyes were so dry and red. He didnt know why till he looked around and found unfamiliar clothes, women's clothes.

You didnt talk to him about it, none of you brought it up and soon you were both back to normal but he knew that all trust created was gone.

His thoughts are broken by the familiar buzz pattern and you pull the phone to your ear, "Hey" you say with a smile, why cant you smile like that when you talk to him? Why doesnt your voice get all cute and soft with him? Why is it only with Iwa?

"Oh I'm with Oikawa" you say as your hand runs through his hair, he smiles and even more as you rest it on his cheek. "I-iwa" your hand twitches slightly and he can feel your aura change, "Dont call me until your done with that crap, God, you're worse than Oikawa" you put your phone down and he looks up at you.

"What's wrong?" He asks but you shake your head, "Its nothing, just Iwa being a bit of an asshole" he nods and you look at the tv.

"He doesnt love you, he says all that shit which he shouldnt be saying, what if he cheats on you again huh? "

You let out a sigh then close your eyes, uh oh, you're pissed.

"Hey" you hear, turning around you see them and shoot a smile, "Hey guys" you say as you slowly come to a stop. "Whatre you doing here?" One asks, "Oh uh well you know working out" you say and they nod. "Any specific reason? You look perfect already" you laugh making them confused, "Yeah right, if I was Oikawa wouldnt judge me 24/7" you say and they tilt their heads.

"Anyways, I'm gonna get back to this" you say with a small smile and they head to the other side, "Whatre you thinking?" Akaashi asks as Bokuto glares in your direction. "I'm thinking that I want to kill Oikawa", "As much as I'd love to help you do that, its illegal" he says and he huffs. "Only if i get caught".

"Whatre you doing?" He asks as his arms wrap around your waist, you step off and you smile, "Yes" you say and he rubs your stomach, it's not as squishy as before. "I finally lost 15 pounds" you whisper with a large smile and although he should be congratulating you it doesnt make sense. "Whyd you lose weight?" He asks and you look back, "For you, you wanted me to lose it remember?" You say and he looks at you in the mirror.

"I'll love you no matter what", "Haha, yeah right Mr. I want a trophy wife who's beautiful and perfect" you say then move away, his heart clenches hearing you say the words he regrets telling you. He didn't want anyone but you.

"Y-you know I love you right?" He says and you look at him, you dont say anything making his heart break. "I do Tooru, it's just hard to believe" and he looks down, "Okay".

"Y/N" he says for the thousandth time this night, "Are you even listening to me?! It's like you dont care about me! You're always off with Iwaizumi doing God knows what! Why cant you just love me! Only me!" The tears keep falling but you dont look back and you dont let a sob escape. For three days it's been like this, him finding anything to ridicule about and making sure you knew how terrible of a girlfriend you were.

You stand then look at the tree your parents gave you, well it was meant for both of you, something to resemble your love for each other, always growing and alive till death.

A sigh escapes your lips and you walks up to it, "Just as I suspec-", "If I cut this down does that mean were done too?" You ask surprising him. "What does that mean?" He asks and you turn to look at him, "I want to break up" and he looks down. You're crying, you're actually crying, hes never seen you cry, you always refused to look at him whenever you did so hes never got to see it and he wishes he never did.

"Why?", "Why? Why?! Why else Tooru?! Every second I spend with you hurts me! The love in our relationship cant even compare to the amount of pain there is! You give me so much shit and i try to be better, i try to become someone perfect for you but theres always something! I dont love Iwa like I love you! I never have! I only love you but it's like you dont think i do! Even though you're the one that cheated! You're the one that broke the trust! I should've broke up with you before!" You cover your mouth realizing what you just said and you look away.

You were right but why did you say all that stuff to him, he looks at you but quickly looks away. "I'm leaving" you say then rush past him, "W-where are you going?" He asks as he follows you upstairs, you couldn't leave, not like this. He has to say sorry, he has to fix it, he cant lose you!

"I dont know but I cant stay here" you pack stuff up as you avoid his hands, "No" he suddenly says as you reach for the front door. "Bye" you leave in a rush and he looks around, "NO! GET BACK HERE!" and he falls to ground. It actually happened, you left him, you left him and it's his fault, who's going to love him now? Who's going to help him when he gets sick and who's he going to tease?

He leans in as he holds you close, "I love you" he whispers but you stop him, "Its been two months yet you still push me away", "I didnt have sex with Tooru till we were five months in" you say but he doesnt stop, "Oh c'mon, you know you want to so ju-", "Can you stop? I'm really not in the mood for anything like this" you say as you push his hands away from your stomach and thighs.

"Oh I get it" he says as he pins your hands above your head, "You think I'm like Oikawa, that I'll point out your flaws, that I'll think you're ugly, that I dont actually want you" he says into your ear and you look away, he was right and you both knew that. "Well guess what, we all have flaws, I dont think you're ugly and damn do I want you" he kisses you hard but your squirm in his embrace.

"N-no Iwa stop" you let out with a soft moan as he rubs his knee against your clothed heat, "Why? We both want this, you just cant admit it" his tongue trails up your neck as you resist him only making him want you more. "So soft and you always smell so good" he murmurs as you grind against his knee although your mind is saying you dont want this.

"So pretty, especially these moans" desperate whines leave your mouth as he slowly undresses you, "Heh, I think we should take this to the bed" he says as he looks down at your naked body.

Your arms cover yourself as much as they can as he lifts you bridal style, "M-maybe we should wait, i-i should lose a few m-", "Shut the hell up or else I will tie you up" you nod fast and he places you on the bed. "Fuck me" you turn red seeing his eyes take you in, he reaches for his shirt and you move up to help him but he pushes you down making you bounce a bit.

"Stay right there" he undresses as you watch, once hes done he spreads your legs making your body heat up and filling you with so many emotions. "So perfect" he says as he pushes in slowly, you hiss slightly at the feeling you havent felt in such a long time. "Ah- no, Haji-!" He thrusts harder and faster making the frame hit the wall, over and over.

"So warm, so tight and it feels so good" moans leave his mouth making you bite your lip, this felt so different, way too different. "Dont think about him" he says as he thrusts hard sending your eyes wide open, "I-I dont know how he fucked you, or if hes a goddamn sub but dont! Fucking! Think about him!" He growls out with a thrust each time, feeling angry that even now you're still thinking about him. "Sorrysorrysorry!"

Pants leave his mouth as cries leave yours, "God I love you, I love you so much" he mutters as he looks at your pink cheeks and tears falling down your face, he lowers next to your ear as one hand holds your thigh as the other holds your head close to him. "I love the way you just clamp around me" his hips slow down, grinding against you, "I feel like coming every time I thrust into you, that's how good you feel" you tighten around him as the praises keep coming.

Why did this feel so good? Just his words were getting you there and it was so embarrassing that he made you feel this way. "I just cant believe that the woman I've loved since I was 13 is finally mine, that were here together and you're in my arms" he stops to kiss you and you sniffle slightly, "You can come now" a soft cry fills the room as you come and he thrusts a bit more leading to groans and a warm feeling in your core.

"You're mine, only mine".

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

May I ask for another Lucian/Peter drabble, if you're up to writing? Can't come up with a prompt, sorry!

Okay!

Here's a little drabble with Peter and Lucian from More Than What You Know.

On with the fic!

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"'ve been thinkin'." Peter mumbled, resting his head on his folding arms.

"Oh dear, this could be dangerous." Lucian chuckled, turning to lay on his side, smiling at the look Peter gave him.

They were in bed together, relaxing in the afterglow of a successful hunt and the 'reward' for a job well done, as Peter put it. The hunter was looking at him with bright eyes, his make up was smudged, but Lucian was sure that Peter didn't care.

"Shut up, babe." Peter chuckled, smirking just a bit. "Let me talk."

"Fine, go right ahead. What have you been thinking about?"

"I've been wantin' to update my show."

"You don't want to hunt fake vampires in skimpy clothing anymore?"

Peter snorted loudly. "Fuck no, that still brings in people. I meant, like... add more to the story, ya know? Cause, like, it's meant to be a victory story for me, where I beat the vampire and come out on top. But I did that, I helped kill the fucker who ruined my life, yeah?"

Lucian nodded, and Peter continued. "Well, what if I add more to the story? Like, make it entertaining with... uhh..." Now he looked embarrassed and Lucian raised an eyebrow.

"With what, my love?" He asked, lightly trailing a fingernail along Peter's back in random patterns.

Peter hummed in approval at the touch before hiding his face in his arms. "No, it sounds stupid, sounded so much better in my head."

"I'm sure it's fine."

"... I..." He looked at Lucian with a single eye, then hid his face again. "Fuck, no, you're gonna laugh or somethin'."

"Depends on what it is, you're alright to tell me." He leaned over, placing a kiss to Peter's head. He once more got a hum of approval for his action.

There was a small pause and Peter sighed. "I wanted to... add a love interest to the story."

"I thought your character got one by saving the human victim in the end."

"Well, I thought about it, and yeah, hot, sexy, people love that dumb cliche. But the actress is a lesbian and doesn't like kissing me, and like, she's great, but I don't like kissing her either. And I thought, hey, why not add another element of my life into this, what if I had a super sexy hunter boyfriend?"

Lucian looked at him. "You want me to be in the show?"

"Y-you don't have to be in the show...! I know you don't like the whole being center of attention thing, which is fine, I more than love it enough for the two of us, but... well... see, it sounds stupid."

The lycan chuckled, pulling Peter close, laying on his back to allow the younger man to rest on his chest. "I think it's rather sweet that you want me included in your story, but I'm not sure how well it would work."

"I'd make it work! The goth and monster scene is filled with a lot of queer people, ya know?"

"I've seen how you get upset about people on twit, talking about how gross they think you are for having a boyfriend."

"Lucian, it's called Twitter, and you know this, I think you just call it twit to mess with me. And yeah, but it's my show, I can do whatever I want with it."

Lucian laughed a little at this, which made Peter smile. "Well, it's an idea, would this stand-in boyfriend be a lycan?"

"I'd say werewolf, since I'm sure people would be really confused about a lycan. But man, can you imagine? The hunter is dating a monster? And they're teamed up to take out a common enemy? That'd make for a great movie. I bet I could make it a movie. Or a book, people would read that, right?"

"They seem to like those films about that boring human with that boring vampire, so I think this would make for a much more interesting story."

"You're still bitter about me making you watch those, aren't you?"

"We fell asleep through them. And I think you only like them for that one vampire." Lucian pointed out and Peter snorted, making a comment that he know what he wants to see in a movie.

The hunter sighed, scratching at his head. "Anyway, well... do you like the idea? I have to go to a meeting tomorrow about the show and the ticket sales, and I wanted to propose it."

Lucian looked at him, letting out his own little sigh. "I... am not sure what you have planned, but it doesn't hurt to see if it will happen? But if it does go through, make sure the actor doesn't look like me."

Peter laughed at this. "Of course not, he'll have to be hot, but nowhere near as attractive as my favorite wolf." He leaned in, kissing him on the lips. "And totally not as cool either."

"Exactly. Don't want competition."

"Of course not."

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I'm vague, Twilight could exist in this universe, but I also like the idea that Aro exists somewhere in this world and that Twilight has a different name and plot thing going on. Maybe it's that terrible gender swap version (I'm forever bitter that she had Aro killed off instead of made into a woman. Coward.)

Also, Peter wanting to include a werewolf into his show has been on my mind with trying to figure out how to fill in the space between the last update and what I really, REALLY want to write in terms of plot.

[littledrummeraussie]

Hello and congratulations on 1k. I have a 🍭 request. I'm not sure if you have done a subspace, you probably have. I've read so many of your smuts, they are all *chef kiss*! But if you haven't, I would love for you to write a subspace one, because there is just not enough of those and I've read all of them, lol. And I just love hard dom! Ash and everything. Thanks for reading.

2. this is a bit of a mix between 😍 and 🍭, but could you maybe do something with how dom!ashton would take care of his sub when they’re really deep in sub space 🥺 like rambling/babbling on about how much they love him and being super clingy to him and being incredibly cuddly? tysm and ilysm, congratulations on 1k, I cant stress to you enough how much I adore your writing and how much I look forward to your posts! love you!!!!

3. Dom!ash and aftercare??

Thank you sweetie so much! ❤️ I hope you will like this one! I’m a bit unsure as subspace can be a really delicate thing, but I tried my best! I also got two other similar prompts so I’m just including them as well!

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warnings: dom!Ashton. sub!femreader. spanking. the smallest little bit of anal mention. consensual sex between two people loving each other. praises. subspace. aftercare.

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The hands holding you up on all fours slipped on the sheets, making you fall forward as Ashton’s palm came down on your ass once again, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room. His other arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled your ass back against him, your nipples dragging against the fabric as he moved you the way he wanted to. You’ve lost count of his spanks, the orgasms he denied, the amount of time your body was ready for you to use your safe word, yet your mind made you push through just so you can hold on a little longer. You wanted this. You needed this. You craved the sweet torture your boyfriend was putting you through because you knew that at the end he will reward you for being his good girl. He will take care of all your needs and desires – you just had to hold on a little bit longer.

Ashton kept you in place, his strong hands curling around your hips and leaving bruises as he pulled his cock out of you, teasing the tip against your clit and entrance, lightly tapping it against your other hole, almost like a fleeting thought of what he could do to you in this state. You rubbed your face against the sheets to dry your tears, still trying to catch your breath after your latest ruined orgasm. Everything was hazy around the edges, like you couldn’t see your surroundings clearly, like the noises around you were fading to a muffled echo, like every touch on your skin was ice and fire, making you shiver, making you tremble, making you float.

You felt a hand stroke up your back, fingers lightly curling around the back of your neck, a thumb rubbing the top of your spine before brushing through your hair, loving and soothing. A sound left your lips, maybe a purr or breathy moan, or maybe a high-pitched scream, you weren’t sure. His voice was warm and caring, like a balm to your soul, like honey on a cold winter night – it could make you fall to pieces; it could build you up, just so he can pick you apart the next time, an endless circle of love and torture.

”Breathe, beautiful,” he curled a lock of hair around his finger, brushing it away from your forehead. ”You’re being so good to me. So perfect.”

”Sir–” your voice was scratchy, maybe from your begging, or screaming, or maybe when he made you suck his cock – maybe all of them. Your fists curled into the sheets, letting go of them as he rubbed your back and hair, grabbing them again as you’ve tried to stay present just for a few more moments, just until he gave you permission.

Ashton knew every little sign, every shiver and tremble, every movement, every bitten lips and furrowed eyebrows, every flicker of pain and pleasure flashing across your face, every tiny sound – he knew them better than the back of his hand. You were on the verge of subspace for so long, and he’s been keeping you on the edge as long as he could. The way you trusted him with your mind, body and soul made his heart beat quicker, made his head dizzy, made him love you beyond words. He was ready to give you everything – you wanted the stars? He will get you the stars, all of them, and put them up all over the living room so they were shining only for you.

”Shh, baby, you’re almost there,” his palms settled on your shoulders, sliding to your hips as he pushed his cock back inside you, giving you shallow thrusts until he found the perfect pace, one that made your toes curl and your whole body shake. ”You can let go. Wanna let go for me, sweet thing?”

You weren’t sure if your pleas left your mouth or if you only wanted to say them, if you only wanted to beg Ashton to let you finally come after everything he has put you through, or if you really did beg him in the end. One minute your body was shaking, pleasure running through every inch from head to toe, throat hurting from the sounds spilling out of you, and then – floating.

His body covered yours with his own, skin warm and sweaty as he curled around your back, prying the sheets out of your grip and instead tangling his fingers together with yours. His lips peppered small kisses all over your shoulder from the tip to the base of your neck, nuzzling the soft skin where your shared necklace rested around your throat, a reminder that you belonged to each other. Ashton’s fingers ran through your hair, lightly pulling your head back to kiss your temple, breathing his words against your skin.

”Hey baby, I’m here. I’m right here.”

A mumble left your lips, and he chuckled, whispering ”of course” before wrapping his arms around you, shifting both of you until he could lie back against the pillows, your body cradled against his chest, head tucked under his chin. Your fingers curled around his shoulder without you meaning to do so, trying to hold onto him as much as you could – feeling light like a feather was everything you’ve craved, but nothing could beat the comfort your lover gave you whenever he was close. Ashton hummed above you, finger drawing patterns on your back and waist, small hearts and suns and words of love, knowing this was the only way to let you know how he felt. You murmured something against his skin, and he shook his head lightly, pressing another kiss on your forehead, fingers brushing locks of hair behind your ear.

”Don’t rush, love. Take your time. I’m always happy to wait for you,” and as you made another sound Ashton continued. ”Of course not, beautiful. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be – just with you.”

Tears slipped down your face and you felt him brush them away, keeping up his quiet words and small talk as you slowly started to feel less fuzzy, picking up noises and shapes, colours and smells and taste, the feeling coming back to your fingertips as you curled them around the medal hanging from Ashton’s neck. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up over him, palms cupping your jaw as your eyes finally focused on him, and you lightly knocked your forehead to his.

”There you are,” his voice was a caress, full of love and adoration. ”How are you feeling, love?”

”Loved,” you whispered, pressing a small kiss against the side of his nose before brushing your lips together. ”Cared for. Yours.”

”You still seem a little drowsy,” Ashton smiled at you, thumbs running over your cheeks. ”Do you want to cuddle and rest some more, or should we take a shower?”

”Cuddles sound good,” you sighed happily, burrowing your face into his neck as you let your weight rest against his body, and Ashton tugged on the blankets until he could wrap them around you.

”Sleep a little more, baby,” he cradled your head against his chest, fingers lightly tangling into your necklace at the back of your neck. ”I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

You mumbled a series of love confessions against his skin, most of them not making too much sense, but they made Ashton’s heart beat quickly against your ear. The light thumping sound slowly made you fall asleep, and Ashton closed his eyes for a second, grateful for a love so special and wonderful, so his, so yours.

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WIP blankets update: 3/3/21

Not pictured: Granny Stripe, because I haven't worked on it in the past few weeks (oops), and Granny Rectangle, because I finished it! Check out my last WIP Blankets post to see those!

I think I have a problem with starting blankets 😂 I currently have six (six!!!) on my hooks and needles, and there's yarn for three more sitting on my bookshelves and taunting me, begging me to start them too. (Plus I have plans for another scrap blanket that I just haven't rounded up the yarn for yet.)

Anyways, these are arranged in rough order of how close they are to being finished!

Corner-to-Corner scrap blanket

This blanket is so close to being finished that I can practically taste the thrill of finally finishing an object 😂 I actually took this photo about a week ago, so I've done a few more stripes since then! But not much. The rows still feel practically endless, even though I know they're getting shorter.

Granny Square Quilt

Total squares made: 160/270! I'm pretty happy with that number!!! Since I'm using leftovers from other Caron Chunky Cakes blankets, there won't be any more squares of some of the softer pinks coming, but there will be a lot more of pretty much all the other colors! If you saw my last post, you may notice some of the colors from my Granny Rectangle blanket in here now. I had 5.5 skeins of Sweet and Sour left over from that, and 2.5 of them have already been turned into squares for this blanket! The other colorways I've used so far are Ballet Sorbet, Bumbleberry, Cherries Jubilee, and Blue Moon.

Mitered Granny Square

If you're like, "hey, this blanket came out of nowhere!", you're right. Michael's had a sale on yarn a few weeks back, and I picked up six skeins of this absolutely GORGEOUS pastel rainbow baby yarn. If you thought my love of Caron yarn would be restricted to the Chunky Cakes, you were wrong–this blanket is using Caron Baby Cakes in the color Candy Heart. Isn't it adorable!? I'm about 1/3 of the way through the third skein, so almost halfway done, but I do plan on doing a border in solid white or off-white, and adding some crocheted flowers to the blanket.

Ten-Stitch (Knit)

I haven't done a ton of work on this blanket, but I am almost finished with skein 2 (of up to 9), so I figured it was worth adding to this post! I can't believe this is only the second skein of yarn, given how big the blanket is already! I guess it really goes to show how big of a difference in yarn consumption there is between knitting and crochet! And a bonus: this blanket is kitty cat approved!

Tilt-A-Whirl

Me a few weeks ago: ugh, this quilt is going to be such a pain to put together! I'm never doing another blanket that has to be assembled once this is done!

Me now: so in addition to the granny square quilt, I have another quilt-style blanket started, plus plans for three others that will have to be assembled.

😅 in all reality, I expected this blanket to be really obnoxious to work on, but it's actually a lot of fun! I was trying not to start it until I had finished the c2c scrap blanket, but I needed a break from the similar crochet styles of granny's and c2c, so I gave in and started this one, and it's actually a lot of fun!!! I'm making it out of scraps/yarn from my stash, so I think that instead of following the actual pattern, I'm going to have to do a solid-color frame/border around a smaller section of the pattern. I did a mock-up of how I expect the blanket to look once I'm done, and I actually really like it! It’s also definitely a refreshing break from the similarities between granny-based and c2c patterns, all of which are blocks of 3DCs with some chains thrown in lol.

The pattern is "Tilt-A-Whirl" by Yarnspirations. The original pattern uses Caron One Pound, but I've swapped out all the original colors except for the yellow, so I'm using a combination of Caron One Pound (yellow), Red Heart Super Saver (purple and orange), and Loops and Threads Impeccable (pink and orange) to make this as a scrap/stash blanket. I’m not sure if I’m going to use black, dark grey, or some other color for the frame of squares, and then I’ll be doing a border around that in some self-striping yarn that I have that picks up the other colors in the blanket!

Total squares made: 5/42