#yogi fluff

[heechwe]

𝖊𝖓𝖍𝖞𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘 - 𝖛𝖎.

ʚɞ pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader ʚɞ word count: 0.6k ʚɞ genre: (semi-suggestive?) fluff ʚɞ tags: established relationship, pet names, suggestive humor ʚɞ synopsis: Sometimes your boyfriend didn't mind interrupting your hobby time if it meant he could cop a feel.

“And as you exhale through your mouth, move into the position of downward facing dog,” the yogi says over the speaker. You follow her instructions, letting the air leave your lungs and adjusting to the new space in your diaphragm.

The podcast you started listening to to practice yoga has been very useful in relieving your stress from work and other life pursuits. Your body was still getting used to being bent into unique positions for the purpose of mental and physical well-being, but you had to start somewhere. It’s nice focusing on a physical hobby that not only relaxes you but builds your strength.

If only your boyfriend didn’t use it as an excuse to mess with you when he was home.

The opening of your apartment door breaks the tranquil background music in the podcast episode. You turn your head from your position to see Sunghoon walking in, a bag of groceries in one hand and his phone in the other.

“That’s why you weren’t answering,” he says. The smile he walked in with widens seeing you on the yoga mat splayed across the living room floor.

“You know Saturday afternoon is yoga time. I thought you would be at practice for another two hours.” You chose this time for a specific reason: Sunghoon wouldn't have time to make suggestive comments or gestures if he wasn't in the house to begin with.

“They let us leave, so I brought some takeout home for dinner.” He drops the bag on the kitchen counter and saunters over to you. His mouth twitches upwards at the edges, becoming a playful smirk. Here we go.

Sunghoon positions himself behind you with his hands on your hips, pressing himself against your ass. You sigh and know trying to shove him away would make it worse. “Hoon, not now,” you groan.

“I got off early for the first time in forever, baby. You should be happy to see me.” He guides his hands under your baggy top, feeling the warmth of your skin and humming in satisfaction.

When you feel the first thrust of his hips into yours, and the subsequent laugh that leaves his lips, you scramble from the yoga mat and stand up in a huff. “Is this just a big joke to you,” you grumble.

Sunghoon pretends not to know what you’re talking about, and that makes your face feel hotter than it did a second ago when his hands were on your waist. “Just because it’s ridiculous to you doesn’t mean it’s ridiculous to me.”

When your boyfriend sees the pout on your lips, he raises his hands in surrender. “Okay, I’m sorry, baby. Truly.” He walks closer to you and hopes not to receive a thwack to the arm. You don’t touch him, which is even worse in his eyes. “Listen, I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t take this—whatever this is—“

“Yoga,” you interrupt.

“Yoga, seriously.” Sunghoon puts his hands back on your hips and kisses both your cheeks and subsequently your lips. His apology is reflected in his mouth on yours, and instantly you forgive him, even if he still drives you crazy.

“Just letting you know though,” he says. “if you ever need to test your flexibility, you know you can always practice on me.”

[wynnyfryd]

💖 2024 Steddie Fic Recs 💖

@thefreakandthehair and i were talking about how so many of the fics we can name off the top of our heads are from right after the show came out because we were still actively making rec lists back then, so:

in no particular order i present to you an incomplete list of fics i love that were published or completed within the last two months

short fics (<10k)

Found God In A Tomato by @beetlesandstarss 5.7k | rated M | fluff, text fic

syrupy sweet strangers to first date fic. without spoiling anything, eddie is a flustered cutie and steve is a fuckin' menace who's lucky he's so hot

he tightened he grip by @steddieas-shegoes 1.3k | rated E | crack not treated remotely seriously

Mickala beloved your commitment to the bit makes me wanna commit myself to you 💍

Slide It In by gayhandshake 1.8k | rated E | multimedia crack

another truly impeccable work of crack fic, i laughed so hard at the first image that i made it the icon for my private discord server

what's that sound? (there's a funny man at my door) by @jewishrat420 4.8k | rated M | spicy six text fic

laughed out loud at this fic so many times i really don't know what else to tell you. as a matter of fact, i went to look at my bookmark note to see what else i had to say about it when i read it, and my note just says "fucking hilarious i laughed out loud like 6 times" 💀 did not do not will never know what else to tell you except that the phrase "the goyim of gender" just randomly pops into my brain once every four or so days now

medium fics (10-20k)

In the Kitchen or the Tulips by @teddywesworl 44k | rated E | telepathic soulmate AU

this fic said "watch me flip this trope inside out like a freshly cubed half of an avocado" and then DELIVERED. i finished this fic and then stared at the side of my husband's head for long enough that he looked over and went "wtf are you doing" lmao hush baby i am contemplating the implications

they're going to send us to prison for jerks by @greatunironic 16k | rated E | social media AU

okay firstly the premise of this fic is so specifically and delightfully unhinged; love that i'm not the only one who looks at a random tiktok account and manically whispers to myself "there's a fic in there somewhere." secondly the execution is a 10 outta 10 outta 10 outta TEN

long fics (50k+)

Sneaky Link by @morningberriesao3 152k | rated E | onlyfans au

the sex is HOT the boys are dumb as goddamn ROCKS what more do you need? oh, what's that? you do need more? sick because this fic also has: the tags "cum slut eddie munson" and "everyone is gay (because i say so)", chrissy the homophobe slayer being the cutest little spy, and jason getting his ass whooped, like, spiritually. on a spiritual level. physically unharmed but that boy's soul is missing teeth do u understand what i am saying

podfics!

it was love, love alone read by @reena-jenkins 21min | rated E

am i technically reccing my own fic on my own fic rec list? you bet your sweet ass i am, i don't even care how tacky that is reena's performance is hilarious and deserves to be listened to at least 40 more times while doing the dishes

relax (lay it back) read by @flintandfuss 1hr 10min | rated E | yogi dom steve x sub eddie

listen if i'm already being gauche then i gotta include my internet wife's belated birthday present to me, like i gotta. morally and lustfully obligated.

Schiava by @teddywesworl read by aheada_lettuce 1hr 30min | rated E | kas!eddie AU

said it once already today and i'll say it again, i cannot believe one of the best reading voices i've ever heard belongs to a person i mentally refer to as fucking lettuce LOL anyway this read is incredible and i have listened to it Times(tm)

and lastly, if you want more recs (like, 348 more specifically), you can browse my full list of public st bookmarks here

[weena-mercator]

Inbetween reblogging all the fun “unnecessary feelings day” stuff, I’d like to touch on the bigger part of what’s happening here.

I think that for the most part all the giddiness about it which produces all the fanart and other “gay gay homosexual gay” posts probably originates from the same way I see it… which is that it’s fun and silly to point at Miles “Gay Disaster” Edgeworth but also understanding that this line is really more like 70% about questioning his morals and place in the legal system and 30% about Phoenix (along with some deeply buried feelings he’s not ready to admit at all yet)

(admittedly I only got in Ace Attorney in 2019 and then didn’t get really into it until this year, so… apologies if this is all very obvious. But I guess new people are joining the fandom every day, so if you’ve been around a long time this is nothing new to you I’m sure - for others maybe they’re just now exploring this stuff)

Edgeworth is struggling with the fact that he’s now questioning everything he’s been taught to believe when it comes to the law and prosecuting. And why? Because of Phoenix.

Phoenix has opened his eyes to the fact that not all those who are deemed guilty by the police are actually guilty, that not everyone lies because they’re guilty and committed the crime, but perhaps they didn’t commit the crime and they lie for some other reason (they’re not guilty but worried the truth about something will make it look like they are, they want to protect someone, etc.).

“Unease… and uncertainty.”

Edgeworth is uncomfortable with acknowledging that his whole belief system is fracturing after Phoenix comes back into his life. He is absolutely not okay with feeling anything but certain. And sure, a lot of that belief system was probably born out of a) survival under MvK’s roof and b) some self-inflicted punishment because even though supposedly Yanni Yogi murdered his father - they still managed to be found not guilty, so he can’t help but wonder if that verdict was right, maybe Yogi really is not guilty because he himself might be the guilty one… He can’t know for sure, but the last thing he remembers is throwing the gun, the gunshot, a scream - it haunts him nightly. But the nightmares are reminder enough of his possible guilt, so he tries not to dwell on it during his conscious hours if possible, he’s got a job to do: get guilty verdicts for others. But he’s not going to say either of these reasons out loud for sure (at least not for a bit), so it’s easier to try to convince himself and others that he is following in MvK’s footsteps under the guise of the man who murdered my father was declared not guilty because of a flaw in the legal system so I will do whatever is in my power to ensure all those charged with a crime do not escape the punish of the law.

And as a cherry on top, who is the one bringing all of these feelings of unease and uncertainty to the surface? Phoenix Wright. A childhood friend he hasn’t seen since he lost his father. Someone he must have really cared about as a child, surely - there’s too much indication that they were very close for a while before Miles disappeared because MVK took him away, making their reunion all the more complicated for Edgeworth. Phoenix still sees him the way he did as children, and Edgeworth knows he’s anything but the same as the boy he was back then (or really, parts of him are still buried deep down but it will take a while before he’s ready to examine things further).

Whether you want to believe Phoenix and Miles had inklings of feelings stronger than friendship as children is up to your personal headcanon (I lean on the side of yes, because I’m a sucker for kid fluff and the story just gives this whole vibe of childhood best friends who got very close very fast and felt really strongly about each other, even if they were too young to understand/seek out romantic love - but they knew they really cared about each other a lot).

Phoenix seems as idealistic as ever to Edgeworth, and it’s too much to handle that Phoenix could still be trying to see Edgeworth as someone he doesn’t believe he is capable of being anymore - someone he hasn’t been for quite a long time.

I think Miles probably tried to hang on tightly to his memories of Phoenix (and to an extent, Larry) after his father died, because Phoenix was still out there somewhere. But eventually he had to push them down… bury his feelings because he couldn’t survive that way in the von Karma household. Feelings and relationships were only distractions.

Well… now Phoenix is back and largely responsible for this crisis of conscience that Edgeworth finds himself in. That’s the largest meaning behind the line.

But I don’t think it’s a stretch to still say, yes, the gay reading of it is not inaccurate either - just a smaller piece. Those feelings of nostalgia and caring about Phoenix are being stirred back up - he thought he had been able to successfully bury them, apparently not.

On top of everything else, his thoughts are going to be that he cannot handle dealing with feelings for Phoenix. He has not allowed himself to develop relationships with others beyond what is necessary for his job, and even his relationships with MVK and Franziska are not healthy by any standards. So yeah, some of that unease and uncertainty is about Phoenix specifically, not just what Phoenix has showed him, but also what Phoenix represents to him - a past that’s not only painful to remember, but also a time where he cared about and was close to Phoenix. But he’s not at all in the right headspace to try to deal with that, so he’s going to continue to try to pretend he’s not having these feelings.

I like to think the moment when Edgeworth really goes “oh shit I have feelings for him” comes later, at a point during Turnabout Goodbyes (I have my specific moment in mind - I actually did not even ship them hard by the “unnecessary feelings” line, it was more like haha silly gay lawyers that’s fun and later it became I depend emotionally on this homosexual ship)

Um anyways is that how most people also view this? Lol

Okay back to the fun reblogging for the celebrations.

[dadsbongos]

Heyyy (ノ^∇^)

Idk if you write for him, since I barely see any other writers write for him😔, but would you be willing to write for Toshiro? 🙏🙏🙏

I love that man soooooo so fucking much but there barely any concent of him where it's not about his fight with Laios and it's frustrating ngl-😭😭

A thought that has been in my brain for quite some time now, is like— sorta like an arrange marriage type of situation where they started off awkward but then one of them (in this case, Toshiro) started to have fallen head over heels for his spouse who has been secretly falling for him first

Just the thought of him, barely touching his spouse on their wedding night because they just got married to some stranger (probably, or maybe they knew each other but not necessarily close?) to then sharing a passionate night with them❤❤

I'm feral somebody hold me down-

i wanted this to be longer but lately i've been... funky so its some bland honeymoon shiz before i scare the hoes with toshiro bugfucker truthery

1.2 k words / warnings - reader has a pussoi, honestly this is more fluff than explicit but smut is the setting frame, not super proofread ~~~

“Do you…” Toshiro clears his throat, “Would you want to share a bed tonight?”

You paused, blinking up at your new husband stupidly before jerking your head to the side, “I’m not sure…”

“I’ll make a separate place for myself again, then.”

“Well, no, that’s not necessary…”

Black brows furrow down at you, “I’m a little confused.”

“As am I,” you confess, eyes tracing the hardwood floors with a soft sigh, “I’m just concerned with what you’ll think of me after I’m honest with myself.”

For a long while, Toshiro is perfectly still. Then his heart squeezes, blinking at you numbly, “I’m sorry?”

“What if I humiliate myself? Or I’m too eager?”

Oh? 

“How could you be too eager?”

Gaze stuttering from his framing baby hairs to his gentle eyes to his slim waist to his legs. Tender flesh obscured by a jade yogi. Black hair cascades over his shoulders, shining beneath flickering candle light. Cheeks flush and lashes fluttery.

“You couldn’t imagine.”

Oh! 

Toshiro smothers his shock with a hand over his rising mouth, looking away from you, “I don’t think that’s true.”

“You don’t?”

“Not at all,” Toshiro clenches his eyes, even the wrinkle in his forehead captivates you, “I didn’t want to scare or intimidate you by seeming too eager.”

Scandalized, you gasp, “Toshiro!”

“I know… I’m sorry if that’s unsettling to hear.”

“But is it true? You aren’t saying this for flattery’s sake, are you?”

“I’m not.”

“Then we’re both eager.”

“We are,” he confirms, clearing his throat before gesturing to the futon you’re designated to share, “Do you want to share the bed tonight?”

Just asking twice makes him feel uncomfortable, though he supposes the entirety of your engagement has been uncomfortable.

(“I insisted to my father, I’d find my own partner…”

“Sorry, if I’m disappointing.”

“No, no. I just… would have wished to not drag people into our lives.”)

You’re a bit more outgoing than himself. He prefers you to take charge, but suddenly you’re shy. Clamming up and awkwardly shuffling onto the mat. Legs pin straight and boring holes through his skull with a wide-eyed stare.

“Would you mind showing me?” he murmurs, “I feel you’re more… experienced in these matters.”

“Does it bother you that I am?” you frown suddenly, “Maizuru seems to hate it…”

If he hadn’t rushed to tuck his head down, you would’ve caught his vicious eye roll, “Maizuru doesn’t know what I want.”

“So, it doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. I find you just as pretty.”

Thankfully, his stammered and jumbled admission appears to soothe the tension in your shoulders. Rocking forward onto your knees before apprehensively tugging open the part of his thick robing.

“You might be the pretty one in this marriage.”

He’s forced to choke on his retort as you’re kissing up his freshly exposed thigh. Wandering hands shirking the thick material off his shoulders and combing through silky hair. Uneven pants lace the air, chapped lips parting to wheeze your name. Warm palms cup your cheeks, fingers toying around the bone of your jaw and thumbs rubbing beneath your lashes.

Coaxing you onto your feet, Toshiro cups your cheeks fully and he’s muttering. You’re not sure if he’s meaning to whisper sweet romantics for you, and you’re tempted to ask for clarity when he abruptly snaps you onto your back.

Nose digging into the junction of your neck as Toshiro folds your legs to cradle his waist. 

“Can I speak plainly?” he requests, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs before scaling up your tummy to peel off your own sleepwear.

Jolting shoulders and arms up to make the disrobing easier, you nod rapidly, “Of course!”

Still, his eyes are closed to avoid catching sight of your potential horror or displeasure, “There are many things I want for us to do, but tonight I’d like to stay this way.”

“Look at me,” you pet through his hair, kissing the corners of his downturned mouth and the bunched skin between his eyebrows, “Won’t my husband look at me?”

Slowly, he heeds your command. Long lashes batting your thumb pad. He squeezes the round of your thighs circling his bare waist to strangle the urge to run. To flip himself over and let you do as you please. To not put himself out there and let you see him any less proper.

“I’ve been fond of you since we met,” you crane up to smooch his forehead, the heat from his face searing your lips. You rather like the sensation.

“So long?”

“How couldn’t I be? I like men shy and reserved, though I think I’d like you more if you could break out of your shell when we’re alone.”

Toshiro returns his face into your neck, hips snapping to impress his hardening cock against you. Breath hitching when he’s embraced by wetness, shoulders tensing -- so this is happening.

Loneliness plagued Toshiro his entire life, even following reconciliation with the Toudens -- it isn’t as though he lives in Melini, after all. Instead he’s occupying his father’s place in their family, on Wa. 

Your engagement was his only respite from the gnawing solitude, and now you’re dedicating yourself to sides of him you haven’t even seen yet.

His slow thrusts are stiff and mildly pleasant until you coo and snag fingers into the divot of his tailbone. Pushing his hips to roll into yours, black pubes brushing your clit and curling a real whimper from your lips. Toshiro stares down at you at the sound, fumbling a moment to snare your thighs tighter around him before eagerly repeating the motion.

Canting up to meet Toshiro’s efforts rewards you with a warm stretch and soft squelch as your hole adjusts around him. Huffy pants escape the man above you, chest dying red and hands bruising your hips. 

He’d never liked someone as much as he liked Falin, but he’s thinking -- even through delirium and heat and lust -- that maybe he could love you.

Pitching up on your elbows, you whine quietly into his cheek with more lavish kisses. Toshiro greedily turns his head to capture your lips with his, praying to drown his rhythm-less, virgin embarrassment in your saliva.

You don’t finish. You say you’re okay with that. Toshiro isn’t, it feels selfish.

“Please, let me…” his fingers skim over your stomach before dipping between your thighs and tracing the sloppy, soaked seam of your cunt, “I want to.”

“Do you insist?”

Toshiro feels unnaturally bold, swallowing around syrupy desire. He nods, “I do.”

.

.

.

days prior.

Hands swept tightly behind your back, you carefully observe the way a common copper beetle is ticking around the hanging tree leaves. Fascination blazes your eyes wide, and lips coiled upward.

Toshiro hadn’t meant to actually see you. He wasn’t even aware you were still on the premises, certain that having his fiance so close before their wedding night was some strain of scandal. 

Nonetheless, you’re here. And you’re admiring the fuzzy legs of a mere beetle.

As far as he was aware, people were not fond of beetles. Butterflies or moths, maybe. Not beetles. Hien would squish them instantly, and even Inutade tried maintaining distance. 

You smile upon the creature, paying no mind to the outside world.

Toshiro wonders if you could smile upon him that way, too.

~~~ yes toshiro starts liking you bc you’re admiring a bug that moment in the manga was so significant to his character and to me and ill be damned if i dont get to add onto it

[eleadore]

rec list: hannibal/will <5k

none of my recs contain mcd or unhappy endings. everything else is fair game & may not be tagged for.

all our treasures together by fatal_drum (t, 1.2k) breathplay, poetry, post-fall

After the fall, Hannibal and Will share an uneasy truce. Hannibal discovers that Will is still able to surprise him. Inspired by Pablo Neruda's "Ode to Broken Things."

bury your love by lovetincture (nc-17, 1.4k) rough sex, knifeplay, s03e02

That scene in the catacombs beneath the Norman Chapel could have ended much differently. They bring out the worst in each other.

do it and do it again by tei (nc-17, 1.5k) ♥️

There are fewer than twenty questions on this list.

didymus by borevidal (m, 1.9k) seduction, s2

“If I don’t put a stop to this, you’re going to blow me,” Will says. “What response does that possibility evoke?” Hannibal asks. 

whiskey verite by moistdrippings (m, 1.9k) ♥️ first time, drinking, s01e01

Post-Œuf, Will drinks whiskey and turns his analytical and empathetic eye on Dr. Lecter to get his mind off murder.

hand in unlovable hand by coloredink (m, 2.4k) codependency, post-fall

Hannibal put his hand over Will's and held it closer to his chest. They had woken up like this more than once. "Do you wish I'd die?" he asked. "It would make your life easier."

songs of experience by borevidal (nc-17, 2.7k) morning after, s2

“Does it trouble you?” Hannibal asks. “That we have been intimate.” “Things were intimate before,” Will says, wry twist of the mouth. “What changed last night, Hannibal, is that we had sex.” “I would consider that a form of intimacy,” Hannibal says. “Wouldn’t you?”

home by beatricenius (nc-17, 3.2k) first time, praise kink, post-fall

Will takes a step back and gestures to the bed. “Show me.” “What do you want me to show you?” “How I’d fuck you. How you imagined it.” About idealism and fantasies and first times.

it's only a bargain if you want it by lovetincture (nc-17, 3.2k) getting together, post-fall

Needing someone isn’t the same as loving them, and loving someone isn’t the same as liking them. Will and Hannibal love each other with a dozen small cruelties, stumbling their way toward something approaching peace.

amourette by petronia (nc-17, 3.5k) getting together, s2

"I don't understand," Will said, "how a Yogi ended up in this way. You'd think the enlightened wouldn't be rude."

share your mouthful by bettyboopz (nc-17, 3.5k) fluff and choking, post-fall

He's about to wax poetic about love and loss when his head is slammed into the wall.

variations on a theme by fatal_drum (nc-17, 3.5k) ♥️ hallucinations, dub/non-con, post-fall

Will falls, over and over. A great deal happens before he wakes up. "We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

hesperides series by petronia (nc-17, 3.7k) ♥️ s2, post-fall

According to Strabo, the garden of the Hesperides is located in Tartessos, on the south coast of Andalusia.

sugar fuel by northern (t, 3.7k) ♥️ first time, drugging, post-fall

Hannibal doesn't actually notice until several minutes into their main course. They're at the dining table as usual in the evening, working their way through a very enjoyable Blanquette de veaux when Hannibal looks up to see Will staring at him, a little too intently.

release by emungere (nc-17, 3.8k) ♥️ getting together, prostate massage, s1

“It’s certainly unwise on a number of levels.” Hannibal pressed a kiss to the crown of Will’s head. He sounded detached, as if he were speaking of someone else’s foolish choices. “But I cannot bring myself either to care or to stop.”

little fish, big fish, swimming in the water by anon (nc-17, 3.8k) first time, unconventional therapy, s1

What happens when Hannibal is finally presented with the perfect opportunity.

your ex by murdertrout (t, 3.8k) ♥️ crack, fluff, s3

We usually assume that Will clammed up about his past when he was with Molly. But what if actually Will tells Molly way, way, way too much about his relationship with Hannibal? Or, the one where Will starts talking about his “ex" and doesn't stop.

chupada by canis_m (nc-17, 3.9k) roleplay, post-fall

Hannibal and Will play doctor. It's not all fun and games. Only partly.

subject to negotiation by murdertrout (nc-17, 4k) first time, sexuality, post-fall

Will shrugs. “I’ve never kissed a man before.” Hannibal watches him lick his lips; it manages to be nervous and suggestive at the same time. “I never wanted to.” “Do you want to kiss me?” Hannibal asks, careful. “The way I -- feel about you isn’t,” Will says, his eyes flicker away, Hannibal knows why he was waiting to do this in the dark, “the way I feel about anything else.”

cacciatore by hollycrowned (m, 4.6k) established relationship, jealousy, post-fall

The view of Florence stretched beyond buildings to mountains that faded blue, seeming to evaporate into the sky. From elsewhere in the garden, a chorus of strings sang an aria. Will gulped his wine and tried to imagine the shallow valley before them empty of anything but the Arno. “I can see why you love it.” “You don’t love it yourself.” “I suppose any love I have for it exists in me because you love it,” Will dared.

[steddieunderdogfics]

For the Monday challenge (titles with colors): blue dream by wynnyfryd (part of the yogi Steve series). Filthy and unhinged in the best possible way. 🔥🔥🔥

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47494183?view_adult=true

blue dream by wynnyfryd

@wynnyfryd

Rating: Explicit

6,324 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Yoga, yoga instructor steve, Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana, getting high and having sex, that's it that's the whole fic, Established Relationship, Top Steve Harrington, Dom Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, to suck dick amirite, heyoooo, seriously i cannot express how much this is just shameless slut hour, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Boys In Love, Fluff and Smut, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, and it's likesooo much worse when he's stoned good lord, POV Eddie Munson, i should probably add all the kink tags huh, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub Play, Face-Fucking, Deepthroating, Hair-pulling, Feminization, the babygirlification of eddie munson as a treat, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, a truly aggressive use of the word 'baby', Mildly Dubious Consent, because they get high before having sex, they're both super into it but there ya go there's your warning, Do Drugs Eat Ass

Summary:

“Okay, time out,” Steve says behind him. “Hmm?” Eddie asks. He blinks long and slow, his lashes getting tangled, his gaze still caught on the bottle of lube. His eyes feel like cotton. Steve kisses his shoulder. “You're too high; we should wait a little bit.” “No, but I- I want-'' he huffs, frustrated, because he’s too stoned to articulate what he wants. It’s all a vague jumble of wanting in his head: wanting to touch and be touched, to be held and loved and fucked. To be consumed. Fondness in its filthiest form. “Eddie.” Okay. He may have a point. Eddie and Steve get high and bone down. That's it, that's the fic. (Written for Steddie week, day 7: free space)

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[papierflamingo]

Nr 8 und 18 vom Askgame bitte ☺️🤗

8: Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

Es scheitert bei mir nie am Mut, sondern am Wissen, was ich kann - und was nicht. Ich bin in die Ecke RomCom gebucht, mit Schwerpunkt Fluff und Humor und Established Relationship :) Drama pur liegt mir schlecht, Mega große FF mit sehr vielen Fäden und Protagonisten stressen mich mehr als sie mich glücklich machen. Ich traue mich aber im diesem Jahr an eine FF, in der nicht sofort alles Sweet und happy ist - wenn mich JK nicht doch noch manipulieren und es softer gestalten als gedacht :D (meine Beta wird das zu verhindern wissen 😘)

18: Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method? 

Gute Frage!! Yogieren für Anfänger und Das, was ich will, bist du waren „live“. Bei meinen Yogis hatte ich einen Plan und viel vorgeschrieben - aber nicht bei den anderen, deswegen waren so lange Pausen zwischen den Kapiteln. Das wird geändert ✌🏻Wenn auch nicht alles bis ins letzte Komma ausgeschrieben wird, so möchte ich diesmal zu einem Ende kommen bevor das erste Kapitel online geht, um einen schönen Rhythmus für den Leser zu haben und mich nicht so zu stressen. (Ja ich bin selbst sehr gespannt wie das funktioniert)

Alle „New Year“-Fragen findet ihr hier 💛

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Ghost • One

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC

Word Count: 1,423

Kota

Beep. Beep. Beep. I awake to the sound of the annoying little alarm clock on the bedside table. "5am already?" I grumble to myself, before hoisting my legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up and wiping the sleep from my eyes.

I'm half tempted to just lay back down but I'm stopped by the sound of Body like a Back Road by Sam Hunt, Jake’s ringtone, as I glance down to see a photo of Jake from the Academy on my screen along with "☀️🥰" and smile softly before answering the phone.

"Hey small fry!" I hear from the very obnoxiously morning person on the other end of the line. I groan back at him as a response. "Yeah yeah yeah, I know stupid morning people" Jake says mocking my voice and personality to a T. I just let out a small grunt of a laugh seeing as this man already knows me way too well. "Kota you got 10 minutes to be ready before I'm knocking at your door for our morning run." Jake says, trying to persuade me to get ready.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'm getting up, I'm getting up to get ready now, I'll see you in 10 minutes country boy" I joke before hanging up and going to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and put my hair up into a ponytail. I throw on one of my PT uniforms from the USNA, and a windbreaker. I grab some fruit and a protein shake for a snack while filling up my water bottle waiting for Jake to show up at my door.

10 minutes later on the dot Jake is knocking on my door. "Good morning small fry," Jake says so cheerfully. "Mpfh, mornin'" I grumble back to him. "Are you ready to go?" He looks at me waiting for my answer. "No, I'd rather go back to bed, but with you around that's not humanly possible, so I guess so." He just chuckles at my non-morning personality, and we head off to do our morning jog/run.

"Are you excited for today?" He asks once we get to a steady pace in our jog. "I guess so, I mean I get to finally meet my back seater, I hope they aren't some stuck up prick, or something like that." I sigh, "It's only by the grace of whatever god is out there that we became such easy friends, I'm not too great with making friends." Jake nods along listening to me ramble, "It's just I'm afraid they all use me to get close to my dad, or they fear me because of yet again, MY DAD." I say slightly upset.

"Aww c'mon Kota, they can't all be that bad" Jake says chuckling at me. I give a look of disbelief before stating, "Well that's easy for you to say Mr. I Fly Alone." We both laugh at my joking and mimicking tone of Jake. "Race ya!" I yell to Jake before sprinting off laughing and giggling back to the barracks on base. "Now that's just not fair, small fry!" Jake yells still jogging before breaking out into a sprint to follow me.

We made it back to my barracks room, "Hey, meet you at the hangar in say an hour and a half?" I question Jake once we are at my door, "Or you can stay and shower here after me, and we could make some breakfast?" I keep a change of clothes at Jake's place and he keeps an extra change here at my place. "A shower and breakfast sounds like a wonderful idea, Moon." He replies using the nickname we gave each other in the Academy. "Haha okay Sun, I'm going to go hop in the shower, feel free to hang out, watch some cartoons or something" I mentioned jokingly while walking towards the bathroom.

Once I'm out of the shower, I change into a pair of Adidas shorts and a Navy hoodie. I wrap my hair up in my towel, before reaching into the closet to pull out another towel to hang up on the rack for Jake. I also grab his shampoo and body wash and set them into the shower, and set his deodorant out on the bathroom counter.

"The bathroom's all yours Sun." I was surprised to see the man watching Yogi Bear on my couch, and smiled happily thinking back to my childhood of watching Yogi Bear with my dad on the couch before he had to leave for base.

"Thanks Moon, I won't be long!" He says tapping me on the shoulder and walking towards the bathroom. I grab some apples, grapes and oranges, along with some eggs and turkey bacon from the fridge and start to cook the turkey bacon and eggs. I'm so into preparing the eggs and bacon I don't even notice Jake coming back into the room after his shower.

"It smells so damn good in here, Kota!" Jake exclaims before questioning, "Is there anything I can do to help?" I point to the cabinets, "You could grab us some cups and silverware and set the table while I finish cooking and plating the food." He gets right to work grabbing cups out for us, and getting our silverware. He grabs some juice out of the fridge, and before I know it, he's helping cut up the apples, and peeling the oranges.

I plate up our breakfast of eggs, turkey bacon, a handful of red and green seedless grapes each, an orange for each of us, and our cut up apple slices. "Kota I don't know what I would do without you, breakfast with you is always amazing." Jake says, while I put our plates down on the coffee table in front of the couch, so we could eat and continue to watch cartoons.

Once the cartoons were over and it had gotten closer to the time that we needed to report to the hangar, we got changed into clothing that would go under our flight suits. I decided that I would throw my hair up into two Dutch braids ending in two buns at the base of my skull. "Are you almost ready to go?" Jake calls out from the other room.

"Yeah, I'm ready, let's go meet our new Squadron!" I say excitedly as Jake and I make our way over to the hangar, where our Squadron leader and members are. Jake sits at a table in front of me, while I take one of the two empty chairs at my table.

"Welcome to VFA-151 Vigilantes." Our squadron leader says to us, "Today we will be spending the day getting to know each other, finding out our wingmen, and reviewing the F/A-18 NATOPS." I zoned out during most of the introduction of the day until I heard my name called, "Dakota Kazansky" I raised my hand so everyone knows who the name belongs to, "your WSO is Tatum Thatcher." Tatum stands up from the table she was at and moves over to take the empty seat at my table. "Dakota and Tatum, your wingman will be Jake Seresin."

Jake reaches back towards me with his palm facing, and I plant a low five into his awaiting palm. He then turns around to Tatum and I. "I'm Dakota, but you can just call me Kota" I reach out my hand to Tatum. "Tatum, but you can call me Tate" she replies, taking my hand and shaking it. "This is Jake, he seems tough and cocky, but don't let him kid ya!" I tell Tate, while pointing with my thumb at Jake.

"It's nice to meet you guys." Tate says happily. In unison Jake and I say, "the pleasure is ours." I glance over to Jake, "oh you have got to stop rubbing off on me country boy!" I say jokingly to Jake. "Hey, do either of you wanna go to the bar after this?" Jake questions. I look over to Tate who nods to Jake and I, "Sure, we can grab a drink and use this time to get to know our wingmen more!" I say excitedly.

Jake, Tate and I spent the rest of the work day helping each other memorize the F/A-18 NATOPS. I grab Tate's number and save her in my phone as "Tate ✈️". I sent her a message with my barracks room number and told her to meet us there in an hour before leaving the hangar for the day.

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I would love to see some more Camp Counsellor Mark fluff next time you get the chance~. He seems really sweet the way you write him and I think he deserves lots of smooches~ 💚

You deserve it(Camp Mark x GN Reader)

Summary- You live the perfect life with Mark, something out of a fairytale. You can't help but wonder if you deserve it, Mark is there to reassure you that you deserve all of it.

TW's- little self deprecation, fluff, on the shorter side under 1k words

SOOOO I actually wrote this a month ago and thought I posted it, turns out I didn't to my horror. I am also so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy it. I was in a mood when I wrote this so hopefully, it's fluffy enough for you all! Thanks, again and I'm actually starting a small business ( Keep an eye out, you all will like it)

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Nothing could beat this. You sat on your cozy ass couch next to a warm fireplace drinking some hot cocoa that your amazing boyfriend made for you. The view of the snowy forest made the moment perfect. 

When your nature-loving boyfriend had suggested moving out to a cabin in the woods you were iffy (we've all seen that horror movie), but looking back on it, you were happy you said yes. A part of you never thought you would have any of this, you thought maybe you would die alone, but you were okay with that. Though this was much better. 

You looked at the love of your life hugging your side and laughing at his favorite movie. You were so thankful for the off-season, camp was amazing, but seeing Mark so relaxed made your heart flip in your chest. He had lost his usual counselor uniform and hat. He was instead wearing some red plaid PJ pants and no shirt, his dark hair a mess, and his tan skin a little less tan because of the winter season. His dark eyes sparkled in joy, you had no idea why he loved Yogi Bear so much, but if it made him happy it made you happy. 

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before cuddling closer to him, making sure the blanket covered you both. Mark turned his head with a soft smile, 

“What are you staring at Darlin?” he asked, you blushed being caught starring at him,

“The love of my life, the light of my life, the apple of my eye.” You answered pressing kisses all around his face. Mark let out a soft chuckle, before grabbing your face gently and placing a kind kiss on your lips. 

“ You are absolutely amazing, I do hope you know that Darlin.” He said, before starting to get up. You let out a groan before wrapping your arms around him, stopping his attempt to leave. 

“Wheeeeere are you going? Why must you leave me?” You joked, 

“ I am going to refill our coco and add wood to the fire. I promise I'll be right back.” He replied, Take your cup. With another groan, you let him go and rolled off the couch watching him walk to the kitchen laughing gently. 

You smiled before standing up and walking over to the window, it was snowing outside and while the cold was a bitch, it also is really pretty, 

You let out a sigh, this moment is perfect, but you can't help but feel like you don't deserve it. You never thought you would have this kind of dream life, and maybe you don't deserve it. A pang of guilt hit your chest, you weren't a perfect dream kind of person, you were

Just you. 

You felt a pair of arms wrap around you interrupting your thoughts. You looked over your shoulder to see Mark with his messy hair. 

“ Now, Now Darlin what's got that glum look on your face.” He asked, playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“I don't really know, it's kinda stupid.” 

“ If it's making you feel sad then it can't be dumb,” Mark stated pulling you close. 

“Well,” you sigh, “ Everything is amazing, I live in a beautiful cabin in a beautiful place with my amazing boyfriend and I have no worries. “ You paused 

“ Though I’m not sure I deserve this kind of fairytale romance. It looks like we popped right out of a storybook and well.” You looked away from the window, “ I'm not royalty.” 

Mark frowned. He turned you around and held your hands,

“ You may think that, but to me, you're above royalty. You are such an amazing person, “ he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “you deserve to have a fairytale romance.”

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. He quickly pressed kisses all over your face, before leading you to the middle of the living room. He took the blanket off your shoulder, and before you could protest he threw it on the sofa and pulled you close. He yelled out 

“ Computer plays the dancing playlist.” and soft slow classical music started to play. 

He grabbed your hand and placed the other on your waist. He kissed you and started to lead you around the room. 

He spun you around the room and dipped you until it got dark. That day Mark had made you feel like royalty, and all your worries had been quickly kicked from your mind. The only thoughts you had were about dancing with Mark for the rest of your life. You had known Mark was your person and you loved him, but if you didn't know it already you would have learned that day. 

You both collapsed on the sofa, breathing heavily. Mark pulled you on top of him and cuddled you. You placed a kiss on his forehead and closed your eyes. This moment was perfect and you both deserved it. 

“ I love you so much, Darlin.” You smiled, 

“I love you too Mark.” 

You and Mark deserve each other, and he made sure you knew that.

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Emillie being greeted by no other than her Yogi Bear fluff ball. E: "hi my beautiful lady, yes you are. sorry i wasn't home last night. yes yes.. I'll tell you all about it after a shower."

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[baiika]

Tagged: stole it

Tagging: crime is cewl

NAME: Kogi (Ko as in coke, gi as in yogi)

PRONOUNS: she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tumblr and discord

NAME OF MUSE(S): Momo Hinamori (Bleach), Karin Kurosaki (Bleach), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), 2 OCs, Nemu Kurotsuchi (Bleach), Vicky Schmidt (Monster Prom franchise), Sousuke Aizen (Bleach), Velvet Velour (Vampire: the Masquerade)

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS)?: On & off since '12?

BEST EXPERIENCE: literally any & all dash absurdity!!

RP PET PEEVES / DEAL-BREAKERS: puritanism. You've come to the wrong place if you're looking for good, clean fun when the majority of my muses have or would commit cannibalism (side eyes Momo, Sousuke, Nemu, Blitz, & Vicky)

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: angst & smut

PLOTS OR MEMES: meeeemes but idm plotting either. I'm just not good at Contributing in the planning phases orz

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: either!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: evening/night

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): depends on the muse lol

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AO3 first lines

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

a masterpiece of art, it’s true | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 3, M, 3k

In the three minutes it takes them to get from the couch to Steve’s bedroom, Eddie seems to remember that he’s completely worn out from the combination of whiskey and coming so sweetly all over Steve’s tongue. Steve licks his lips, savors the evidence still lingering in his mouth, and tries not to look too over the moon when Eddie flops back onto his mattress with an exhausted huff.

stupid fucking star stuff | stardust au, M, 3.4k (in progress)

“Munson, stop tongue-fucking my merch displays,” Guy scolds him, shoving Eddie away from the glass he’s been drooling over. His beloved is laid out inside the case, lit up from behind like some fair maiden sleeping in a mystical wood, just waiting for her one true love to come and plant some sick riffs on her gleaming body.

“I’d be so good to you, baby,” Eddie whispers to the guitar, fingertips trailing over the glass lid.

relax (that’s that) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 2, E, 2.6k

The bats are choking him. One of the stupid little fuckers has its tail around his throat, and three more curl around his thrashing limbs, sinking their teeth into the soft flesh of his belly, gnawing their way through to the good bits, the muscle and sinew and his fucking intestines and—

“—Eddie!” Steve shouts, shaking his shoulders with his big warm hands

relax (lay back) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 1, E, 12k

“Eddie!” Steve calls out playfully as he weaves his way through the rows of mats, surveying the class’s posture. “Get those buns out of the air, come on, now.”

So yeah, becoming weirdly close friends with his former sort-of nemesis turned yoga instructor crush in the wake of surviving unspeakable evils together is, uh…

It’s going horribly.

TITS! magazine | exactly what the title says lmao, E, 11.8k

Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I came on the tits of a guy with great hair

No Son of Mine | hurt-comfort, M, 4.4k

I seen those boys kissing boys

Open-mouth in the street

But I raised my son to be a righteous man

I made it clear to him what fear of God means

The path we walk is only narrow and straight

No son of mine will wander astray

- Desert, Brand New

Steve shows up at Eddie’s door at 8:46pm.

i’ll stop the world and freeze with you | ice skating drabble, G, 617

Eddie flounders, arms flailing as his feet slip out from under him for the fourth time, and he lands chin first on the scuffed-up ice with a hard thud.

The Great Scavenger Hunt of 1986 | christmas fluff, T, 7.9k

“Steve,” Dustin calls as he skids into the Harrington kitchen on Christmas Eve Eve with his muddy shoes still on.

babysitters and book signings | famous author eddie au, G, 4.4k

Eddie’s not staring. The man currently shepherding a gaggle of college kids up to his booth is tall and blond and tan with wire glasses perched on his freckled nose and biceps that threaten to burst right out of his silly striped polo shirt, and Eddie is a professional who meets thousands of fans at conventions every year and he’s. not. staring.

patience is a virtue | edging pwp, E, 1.7k

Steve’s gonna fucking die. He’s close to planning his funeral arrangements at this point, absently running through a list of florists and pianists he might still know from his church days, desperate for a distraction because—

“Keep your hips still, sweetheart,” Eddie chides, forearm like a crowbar over Steve’s jolting hips as he pins him down again.

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How to make Yoga Bolster at home?

Yoga bolsters are a necessary tool for anyone who practices yoga, meditation, or other forms of exercises. They can help you get deeper stretches, support your body while you’re sitting or lying down, and they can also make you stand up straighter. However, yoga bolsters that are sold commercially can be expensive and frequently fall short of consumers’ expectations. Fortunately, it is easy to make yoga bolster at home.

Yoga props such as yoga wheels, yoga straps, bolsters, etc can be used to make poses more accessible and easeful. While yoga bolsters can be easily purchased from stores, making your own can be a fun and fulfilling DIY project that allows you to customize it to your exact needs and preferences.

In this guide, we will walk you through step-by-step instructions on how to make yoga bolster at home, from selecting the right materials to sewing it together. Whether you’re a seasoned yogi or a crafty beginner, get ready to create a personalized yoga bolster that will elevate your practice to a whole new level of comfort and support.

Materials Needed to make Yoga Bolster

To make your own yoga bolster, you will need the following materials:

Fabric: Choose a strong, heavy weight fabric such as canvas or duck cloth. You will need enough fabric to make a cylindrical shape that measures approximately 24 inches long and 10 inches in diameter.

Filling: You can use any filling that will compress over time and offer support. Some popular options include buckwheat hulls, cotton batting, or foam. You will need enough filling to fill the cylindrical shape of your fabric.

Thread: Choose a strong, durable thread that matches the color of your fabric.

Sewing machine: You can hand-sew your yoga bolster, but a sewing machine will make the process much faster and easier.

Scissors: You’ll need a pair of sharp scissors to cut your fabric and thread.

Pins: Utilize pins to secure your fabric while sewing.

Instructions to make Yoga Bolster

Cut Your Fabric

Begin by cutting your fabric into two rectangular pieces that measure approximately 27 inches by 12 inches. These will be the top and bottom of your bolster. Then, cut a long strip of fabric that measures approximately 76 inches by 10 inches. This will be the main body of your bolster.

Cut Your Fabric

Sew the Long Strip of Fabric

Fold the long strip of fabric in half lengthwise, with the right sides facing each other. Pin the edges together and sew a seam along the length of the fabric, leaving a seam allowance of about 1/2 inch. This will create a long tube.

Sew the Strip of Fabric

Sew the Top and Bottom Pieces

Fold one of the rectangular pieces of fabric in half lengthwise, with the right sides facing each other. Pin the edges together and sew a seam along the length of the fabric, leaving a seam allowance of about 1/2 inch. Repeat with the other rectangular piece of fabric.

Sew the Tube to the Top and Bottom Pieces

Pin one of the rectangular pieces to one end of the tube, with the right sides facing each other. Sew a seam along the edge, leaving a seam allowance of about 1/2 inch. Repeat with the other rectangular piece, so that both ends of the tube are now attached to a rectangular piece of fabric.

Stuff Your Bolster

Turn your bolster right-side out and begin filling it with your chosen filling. If using buckwheat hulls, you may want to fill a few inches at a time and then tamp them down with your hands or a blunt object to ensure an even distribution. If using cotton batting, you can stuff the bolster more loosely. Fill the bolster to your desired firmness.

Stuff Your Bolster

Close the End of Your Bolster

Once your bolster is fully stuffed, fold the raw edges of the fabric inwards and pin them closed. Use your sewing machine to sew a seam along the edge, leaving a seam allowance of about 1/2 inch.

Finish Your Bolster

Trim any excess thread and fluff your bolster to distribute the filling evenly. You can now utilize your finished DIY yoga bolster.

Tips and Tricks

By offering support and assisting you in going deeper into your stretches, using a yoga bolster can significantly improve your yoga practice. Here are some tips and tricks for using a yoga bolster:

1. Use it for seated poses

A bolster can help elevate your hips and make it more comfortable to sit in a cross-legged or lotus position. Place the bolster underneath your sit bones to lift your hips and create a more stable base for your spine.

2. Support your backbends

When practicing backbends, place the bolster under your shoulder blades to support your upper back and open up your chest. You can also use the bolster to support your lower back in gentle backbends like bridge pose.

3. Use it for restorative poses

Holding positions for prolonged lengths of time while using props like bolsters is common in restorative yoga poses. Try placing the bolster under your knees in legs-up-the-wall pose or under your chest in child’s pose for a deeper stretch.

4. Experiment with different shapes

Bolsters can be used in a variety of shapes to support different parts of the body. Try rolling up the bolster for a cylindrical shape to use under your knees or ankles, or folding it in half for a rectangular shape to support your back.

5. Use it for meditation

If you find it difficult to sit comfortably in meditation, use the bolster to elevate your hips and create a more stable base. You can also place the bolster behind you to support your back and shoulders in seated meditation.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: What materials do I need to make yoga bolster?

A: You will need fabric, thread, a sewing machine or needle and thread, scissors, stuffing such as cotton batting, buckwheat hulls, or foam, and a zipper if you want a removable cover.

Q: What type of fabric should I use for my yoga bolster?

A: You can use a durable cotton or linen fabric that is strong enough to withstand the weight of the stuffing and the pressure of use.

Q: How much stuffing do I need for my yoga bolster?

A: The amount of stuffing you need will depend on the size of your bolster. As a general rule, you’ll need between 5 and 10 pounds of stuffing.

Q: How do I make a pattern for my yoga bolster?

A: You can either create your own pattern or find a free pattern online. Some popular shapes for yoga bolsters include round, rectangular, and cylindrical.

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How to use yoga blocks in your practice

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Conclusion

In conclusion, make yoga bolster at home is an excellent way to personalize your practice and save money on expensive yoga props. With a few basic materials and some sewing skills, you can create a comfortable and supportive bolster that will enhance your yoga experience. The process may seem discourage at first, but with patience and persistence, anyone can make their own yoga bolster.

Not only is it a fun and fulfilling project, but it can also deepen your connection to your practice and inspire you to explore new postures and techniques.

So, grab your materials, roll out your mat, and enjoy the benefits of your handmade yoga bolster.

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House of Cards || ktm v. jjk [3]

House of Cards

 The Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Subtitle: V for Valiant  

Characters: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Categories: Fluff, Angst

AU(s):College!AU, Stalker!AU, Best Friends!AU

Word Count: 1,480

Sypnosis: Some people see life in black and white, and others see it in brown and blue, but Kim Taehyung only sees it in red and you.

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The soft chime from a door brings Taehyung out of his daze, his eyes dart away from the brick wall that stands adjacent from him to his girlfriend, Hyejin, who scowls at her boyfriend's rude behavior. Taehyung was the one to grow a fixation on things, Hyejin knew of this, but it was only out of items of interest and she was certain that a wall would not be one of them.  

"You weren't listening to me," Hyejin murmurs under her breath before taking a sip of her Iced Americano that Taehyung had bought for her prior to her arrival.

  A brown strand escapes from her ponytail and Taehyung notices almost immediately. A soft chuckle escapes him before he aids in pressing it behind her ear. The slightest hint of a smirk presses against his lips. He cocks his brow as if demanding her to say that he was not paying attention when he managed to so meticulously pushed her hair behind her ear. "I'm leaving today for a family situation – it's really abrupt and I didn't want you to worry about where I would be."  

At her news, Taehyung perks up ever so slightly at her words. He masks his excitement by taking a sip of his iced water. "I hope it isn't anything serious." Taehyung finds it hard to restrain himself from being giddy. How could he be able to sit as still  as he managed to? Was that dream not just a dream – but a foreshadowing?  

"No, of course not." Hyejin keeps her eyes trained on Taehyung's; eyes that never quite meet her own but she swallows her idea of mentioning it. It would be of no use, anyhow. Taehyung's defining characteristic was his timidity. Bringing it up would serve no use. 

Mahogany orbs meet Hyejin's own hazel ones and she nearly chokes at how ethereal he is. How had she managed to hit the jackpot this big? "Hurry back, okay jagi?" He leans over the coffee table to take her hands in his own. The size difference causes him to smile much more than it should and she notices it – it makes her heart flutter. "I-I don't know what I'll do if you don't return back to me soon." And the saddest thing in his rare truth was that she did not understand the true magnitude of his statement.  

 "If you find my Ironman shirt, you better return it asap – okay?" A teasing Jungkook tells you as you attempt to push him out of the fire escape of your dorm room. Bed hair adorns his head and his little smirk is evident on his lips. "Y/N-ah, you better find my shirt."  

 "Okay, Jungkook, okay!" You screech back, your voice curling in a childlike symphony."Just please go before the RA or Hyejin comes, okay?" Jungkook laughs at your whines before throwing his hands up in response. He loved seeing how fluster you became when it came to things like this. "Jeon Jungkook, so help me if you do not leave this fire escape right now, I will-" Exasperated knocking fills your ears as you turn your head in direction to the front door. A hiccup ensues through you involuntarily and you dart your eyes back to Jungkook, begging him with your eyes for him to leave. "Hyejin-ah! Open the door, please-" 

"You'll what?" The teenage boy continues to provoke you with an upturn of his eyebrow. "I could honestly go answer that door right now and then you'll be forced to move in with me; just like I wanted." 

"Do you have to be such a brat, Jungkook?" You whisper-yell while pushing him away from the window where the fire escape is located. "Please, please, please, just go!"  

Jungkook only laughs at you, giving you a glimmering look at his pearly whites. "I will, fine. Is there honestly the way to treat your best friend? Aish," He trails off once he sees you slam your window and close the curtains. "Aish, this girl..."  

"Coming!" You call back to the door, smoothing out your oversized shirt and pulling down your shorts. Making sure you look presentable, you swing the door open to be met with a dirty blonde standing in front of you, wide-eyed at you. White roses clog your eyesight as you try to look at the person behind them.  "Hey, Hansung!" You attempt to be cheery, remembering how Hyejin had told you about how painfully awkward her boyfriend of just over four months was. Plus, you absolutely adored white roses.  

Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip nervously, eyes intent on staring at the nonexistent stain on his new shoes. "H-hey," He clenches the roses in his hand closest to his chest, as though they were the only barrier between the two of you. "Is Hyejin here?" The quiver in Taehyung's voice is evident as he speaks to you and you find yourself marveling at how adorable he was. Is he this flustered with everyone or is it just with you? 

"Oh, actually, she isn't. I think she would be back soon though." You smile softly at Taehyung before taking a step back. "You're welcome to stay and wait for her if you'd like – or if it's easier, I can just take the flowers from you-" Taehyung licks his bottom lip. Is he honestly this close to you? Is he seriously having a conversation with you? He clenches the flowers tighter, ignoring the thorns that prickle him through the thin plastic. "I-I'd like to wait for her if you don't mind." How crafty Taehyung was – Hyejin had just got on a plane back to Incheon. He would wait forever as long as he could be with you.  

"Hansung, your hand." You gasp a little at the blood on his hand; most likely from the white roses that he had been clenching for dear life. Did talking make him that nervous? Poor boy. "Sit on the couch. I'll, erm, get you a band-aid for you, okay? I wouldn't want Hyejin saying I harmed her boyfriend when I should be taking care of him in her absence." You playfully tease, not knowing the weight of your own words. 

A wildfire runs through Taehyung at your words and he nods timidly in satisfaction. "Please take care of me well." He adds when you guide him to the small couch that sits in the center of the room.  

"Of course," You smile meekly at him before jogging over to your dresser of things. A small box of band-aids finds itself in your hands when you turn to sit beside him. "Sorry about how tight a fit this is, dorms here are really small." You attempt to make conversation as you take the band-aid out of the box, unaware how Taehyung stares at you as if you are the embodiment of what it means to be an 'angel'.  

Taehyung shakes his head, "I don't mind the size; I actually prefer small places." He blurts and when you turn your head to chuckle at him, you notice the twinge of pink on his cheeks.  

"Okay?" You laugh softly before taking the white roses from Taehyung's hands. You smile at them before placing them on the back of the couch. "You got her white roses? You must be a romantic." 

Taehyung shyly nods before wincing softly when you wipe his small cut with an alcohol wipe. "Aish, that hurts." Upon realizing your words, he nods slowly. "The florist told me that white roses are perfect for longevity and as a way of saying 'I'm always thinking of you'. I adore her a lot and I wanted this to be a reflection of all the happiness she brings me and how with every meeting with her, I feel myself becoming closer and closer to my destiny." And that destiny is you, Taehyung finishes in his head, but his mouth falls short of that sentence.  It takes every fiber in Taehyung's being to not look at you when he says this, but he doesn't want to overwhelm you. He would never want to do that. 

"Wow," Your mouth is ajar out of adoration of how eloquently Taehyung speaks. "You really adore her." You smooth the band-aid against his palm with the slightest hint of happiness as you speak. "I hope I find someone as sweet as you are to Hyejin." 

Your words unknowingly boost Taehyung and he nods with his eyes still trained on the floor. "I know you will, Y/N." He finally faces you before licking his lips. The action makes you sputter on the inside but it takes every fiber of your being to not respond with a squeal. "You'll find him, soon. Who knows? He might have been just around the corner all along." The suggestiveness of Taehyung's words go completely over your head but you nod at him with a soft smile.

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105. A Ranger Duty (Yogi Bear)

Title : A Ranger Duty

Linkn: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15447780

Platform:A03 Creator: TeenagerForever (on AO3) Gotapenname (On Tumblr) Work Type:  Fan Ficton   Fandom: Yogi Bear Rating:  Family  Pairing: None Word count:613 Warnings: None Number of comments:1 Completion Status: complete Short summary/description:Ranger Smith gets a late night visitor during a thunder storm

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Yogi Bear Show (Cartoon), The New Yogi Bear Show (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Yogi Bear & Ranger Smith Characters: Yogi Bear - Character, Ranger Smith Additional Tags: Fluff without Plot, fuff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, RangerSmith is big softie, Although he deny it, Yogi bear is a needy bear Summary:

Ranger Smith gets a late night visitor during a thunder storm