#but uh practice makes perfect ig

[kithtaehyung]

drabble: first one pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) rating/genre: pg ; fluff ; three tangerines au note: uhh. surprise and happy holidays LOL. based on this ig reel sent in the discord multiple times, this little slice is gonna kickstart the "3tan does sm" mini series! basically this little ongoing collection will have all the drabbles/requests based on social media things y'all send in. if it inspires me, i'll make a drabble or something out of it hehehe. enjoy! warnings: nothing big. just 3tan yoongi lol links: three tangerines mlist ; masterlist drop date: december 28, 2023, 7:07pm est word count: 1.1k

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In the middle of winter, you decide that tonight is the perfect time to try something new. 

Which leaves Yoongi confused as hell because this attempt requires him to be outside in the freeze, when the two of you were just bundled up in blankets and watching a movie minutes ago. 

But he can scold your lack of attention span and tendency to watch videos during long movies later. 

“What am I doing?” 

Placing him on one spot of the sidewalk just outside his apartment, you urge, “Just, hold on. Stay right there.” 

“Huh?” 

Giggling, you give no other instructions, instead rushing forward to bring your phone to a nearby bench. When you set it down to see what the camera catches, you determine that you look fine enough, so you tell Yoongi—who is simply standing there and still looking devastatingly handsome—what you wanna do. “Okay, pull up the video I sent you.” 

“Shouldn’t we go back inside?” 

“Yes, yes, after this.” 

When you walk up, he pulls up the link, and you both watch as people run to their partners and rush them out of frame, spinning them around or chasing them away. 

Ever consistent, Yoongi is both unfazed and wondering what goes on. “What’s the goal of this again?” 

Shrugging, you’re just happy he’s not tugging you back indoors yet. “I don’t really know, but. I just wanna see how you do it.” 

“Mm…” He looks one more time, cementing his answer with the way he smushes his lips. “Fine.” 

“You’ll do it?” 

“Uh huh. But this is just for you.” 

Right. Because of course this can't be seen anywhere else. Your smile is rueful with a tinge of holiday hope, “I know.” 

And Yoongi’s expression carries the same weight. 

Maybe one day this conversation will be a lot different. Just like the way your quick stay at his place while your brother is at a work dinner will prove a lot longer of a night. One day. 

Maybe.

Cheering yourself up, you practically bounce back to where the bench is, slipping a bit with a tiny “whoops” before reaching out to press record. Backing up onto the sidewalk, you throw up peace signs, poses, do a few different filler moves until Yoongi does his part. 

But nothing happens. 

And no one appears by your side. 

So you turn to see if he actually left but goddamn it is he recording you? “What the!” 

Yoongi just laughs as you kick your head back in laughter, and stops holding his phone up. “So cute.” 

Damn it, he can’t give you this fluttering feeling while being annoying! “Focus!” 

Groaning, you turn your recording off and then back on again, repeating some of the same things for the camera and shuffling a little in place to warm up. Because it is freezing and this idea could have waited another season or two. 

And when you look to the side after a pause, Yoongi is recording again. 

You bend forward to shield from the chill, your yell echoing throughout the small little courtyard, “Yoongi!” Does he have to keep grinning like that? There’s no time for prolonging this even more! “I cannot with you right now.” 

After another attractive huff of amusement, he keeps going, “I can’t help it! You’re being adorable.” 

Well. At least Yoongi’s having his fun. If anything, he’s stalling because he doesn’t wanna do whatever challenge this is. So you can drop it. “Ugh… Never mind, we can go inside.” 

After grabbing your phone, you walk up to him again before he stops you. And you think it’s because you were about to slip once more, but his low tone gets you to see his face under those locks. 

“Nah, we can do it.” When you give him a pouting frown, his teeth shine. “Serious!” 

Easily placated, you’re back to grinning. “Okay, for real this time! It’s cold!” 

“I know! You didn’t even let me get my beanie!” 

Laughing out your guilt, you warn him over your shoulder, “If you run into me, you better not knock me over.” 

“I won’t, doll.” 

“Okay!” Placing your phone down for hopefully the last time, you hit record, seeing yourself sigh before gingerly walking back to the sidewalk. 

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try and get Yoongi to do this. It’s colder than hell’s deepest frost at this point, and some snow is still falling from darkened skies. 

But all the little reactions in the videos looked too cute, and you are genuinely curious to see what he’s gonna do. So even through your poses, you brace yourself. Is he gonna run in for a hug? Is he gonna rush you off with a big warm embrace? 

…Is he really not gonna do anything?

Feeling a little bad, you drop the cute poses and turn. 

Only to feel him right at your side, gathering you with a soft, strong arm and leading you down the sidewalk. 

Well, damn.

The gesture is so him that, for a second, you genuinely think that he saw something and led you out of harm’s way on instinct. But as you look around, you don’t see anyone else in the wintry courtyard besides the two of you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Your vision flicks away from the lighted trees dotting the area. “Oh, nothing, I was just…” 

“Wanna run it back? If we do let’s go somewhere else. It’s icy right there.” 

Blinking, you see his eyes full of pure curiosity and attentiveness. 

And suddenly you wanna go back inside for a completely different reason other than warmth. 

“That felt perfect,” you whisper, eyes lowering to his ever inviting lips. “Lemme check it.” 

Leaving his cozy side, you go back and retrieve your chilly phone, stopping the recording that you are relieved you successfully started. Both you and Yoongi watch as you play the full thing, and after he leads you out of frame, your jaw drops. 

“Oh, my god. This beats all the ones I’ve seen.” 

“Really?” 

“Damn… Now I’m actually sad I can’t post this.” When you laugh, it’s not all joyful. Turning to him, you pretend to be mad. “Why are you so cool?” 

Huffing small, Yoongi looks up and around you before giving your cheek a kiss, and your knees weaken at how tender it is. “Send it to me,” he murmurs. 

“You want it, too?” 

“Mm.” 

“Okay.” 

“Just a little longer, babe.” He gives you another peck on your very cold nose. Then both cheeks. And your forehead. 

All while you’re out in the open where anyone could witness. 

Just his willingness to amuse you was already perfect. Yoongi didn’t need to do any of that, and he certainly didn’t need to be so charming with his stylistic choice. But he did it all anyway while freezing his pretty ass off.

And his next words make your chest yearn to stay with him—for every holiday season and silly trend that comes around. 

“Then this’ll be the first one of us we post.”

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fin. :)

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🌨️ what do we feel! i needed this little drabble :')) 🌨️

a/n: did i mean for this to be a full blown drabble? no! was this the video that bo originally sent me that i flailed over? no! but it's the reel i saw and apparently had been sent in the server multiple times. so here we are with a surprise hahaha.

enjoy your holidays, everyone! and if you have anything social media related that 3tan reminds you of - or you can see the 3tan crew doing - send them in and maybe i'll get inspired again. :D this didn't take me long at all and i wanted to do it, so no worries about extra work!

a/n 2: 3tan12 is going strong alongside the holiday fics! should be posting teasers and taglists for those, too. very very excited for all of them mwahaha

🌨️ links: three tangerines mlist ; masterlist

#oops surprise LOL #3tanslice #3tansm #*latest #*ryenfictalk #3tanextras #three tangerines #bts fic #bts imagines #bts fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #yoongi x you #bts reactions

[the-doomed-witch]

BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Yeah, she’s your ex. But can’t two people reconnect? // based on bad idea, right? by Olivia Rodrigo

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; MINORS + MEN DNI. exes with benefits?, very little to no plot, dom!reader sub!nat, oral (r giving), fingering (r giving), use of names (whore, angel), ig that’s all lmao

Author’s Note: well i wasn’t going to write this but i did it in like 30 minutes with no proof reading so if this is horrible kindly pardon 🙏

(gif credits to creator)

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // READ ON AO3 // REQUESTS CLOSED

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You stare blankly at the notification as soon as your phone lights up. Why are you smiling at it? You don’t even want Wanda to know about the reason. “Uh, Wanda, could you excuse me for a minute? I need to get this one.” You feel rude interrupting her, but maybe it’ll put you in the best place.

Leaving your friend perplexed at the table, you get up and walk to a corner of the café. Soon as privacy is ensured, you dial her number, “What’s up?”

“Fuck. Your voice, Y/N.”

“God, Natasha. Why are you like this?”

“Are we still meeting tonight?”

“You think I’ll not turn up? After the night on Tuesday, seriously?”

“That was so hot, I’ll have to admit.”

“Shut up. I’ll see you later, bye.” You hang up the call and immediately scurry back towards Wanda, face adorned by a radiance of excitement.

“Now, what’s that smile about?” She rests her chin on her right palm, “Something I should be knowing about? Or rather, someone?”

“Oh it’s nothing. I just, um, got some shit sorted out.”

“I think you’re hiding this person from me. Tell me about them.” She gives you a typical wink to accompany her curiosity. You couldn’t dare tell her about Natasha, Wanda would most certainly throw you into the lake without a second thought.

It felt bad, it really did, but Natasha was just so good. Who was to know about it anyway? There were no feelings left anymore, both of you knew that this arrangement was only meant for casual sex.

Your break up wasn’t amicable, and Wanda had to give whatnot to try to at least avoid violence of any kind. It was more tedious for her than the job usually would have been, because she decided not to exercise her powers. Of course, brainwashing and manipulating two people into breaking up nicely was obviously the easiest option, but not the most righteous one.

“Y/N I swear if it’s-”

“Stop! We just want to keep it a secret. Jeez, let me have some privacy!” you blurt out, face flustered at the thought of being caught. You lowkey regret it, knowing well that your words hurt Wanda.

“Fine. Do whatever the hell you want.”

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You ring the doorbell, waiting outside Natasha’s apartment. She doesn’t take more than a second to swing the door open and pull you inside. As soon as you’re inside, she pins your back against the door.

“You’re right on time, baby.” She says before clashing her lips against yours in the dense heat between you two. Suddenly, your entire body is on fire, and her hands are trying to tame it.

You’re quick to throw her t-shirt off to the floor, making yourself room to bite on her skin without a care.

Neither Nat, nor do you realise when the two of you are naked. Maybe it happened on the way to the bedroom, maybe inside it - you couldn’t care less. All your mind can think of is fucking the woman to soreness.

“Gonna be a whore for me tonight again, aren’t you?” You slowly trace your fingers down to her pelvic arch, practically combusting her insides.

“Yes. Yes I am. Fuck-”

“Mind your language. Or you know what punishment you get for that.”

She groans, writhing beneath you. Her body was worth worshipping, you could never admire Nat enough. The scars across her abs were even sexier. You start by gently tugging on her nipples, in awe of her perfect arch - the way her chest rose and fell, the sound of her hissing at your pinching.

“Y/N, please. Please, please, please.”

“Please, what? Use your words angel.”

Her thighs get into a tightening clasp against each other. There is no way she can hold herself back for another minute. “Please Y/N, touch me. Fuck, ruin me. I need you.”

“You are irresistible.”

Satisfied with her pleas, you decide to go down on her. Each of your hands spread her thighs apart, giving yourself complete access to taste her. Your tongue moves along her folds, often teasing her lightly.

Nat’s hands entwine themselves in your hair, pulling you as deep inside her as she could. A tiny breathy whisper against her cunt jerks her entire body, “So wet, so perfectly wet, baby.”

She moans your name over and over till it echoes inside your head. “Oh my God Y/N. There, ah- right there-” Her grip on your head intensifies. The pain is of no significance to you when you can wholly gorge yourself on her pussy.

It doesn’t take her long to get close to her climax. “Ca- can I come?” she asks you between heavy breaths and difficulty. You immediately pull yourself back, ceasing all your tongue movements. Her undeniably agonised scream makes you smirk. “You think you could get off so easily, angel?”

“B- but I-”

“B- but I-” you mockingly repeat her thwarted stammering. You softly push a tress of her fierce red hair from her neck and bend down to nibble on it. Her chest heaves against your own torso, so you place a hand on her to calm her down. Her heartbeat is almost in your hands, as you feel it against your palm.

Nat’s hips slowly buckle and she begins to rub her intimacy against your thigh between her legs to relieve the burning sensation inside of her.

“You’re so pretty when you’re needy. I love it.” You plant another kiss below her ear before stopping her hips in place. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you penetrate her hole with your fingers. “Fuck. I love it when you’re so tight for me.”

Your fingers pump in and out of her quickly, as you feel her clench and get closer to an orgasm again.

You don’t let Natasha get a chance to ask for permission, her words are drunk down by you in another kiss.

A little more stimulation on her clitoris does it. She gushes white onto your palm, rolling her eyes with pleasure. You let her have some time to bring herself back to reality.

Her sweat is still fresh and her breath is still heavy when she says, “Tell me more of it Y/N.”

“More of what, angel?”

“What else that I do that you love.”

You meet her eyes for the first time in the past few hours. They’re greener, more vibrant than you’d last truly seen them. “I love it when you come, I love it when you lose your breath because of it. I love it when you beg for me. I love it when you repeat my name again and again and again. I love it when-”

“Fucking goodness.” she says before pulling you down for another kiss. A sigh is elicited from her when she tastes herself on your tongue, as your hand reaches down to grab her ass tightly.

“Let me return the favour, would you now?”

“You don’t really have to…”

She doesn’t listen.

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“Y/N, you fucking never listen!” Wanda screams at you when you reach back to your apartment the next morning. You give her a confused and perplexed expression, unsure of what she meant.

“Don’t give me that look, I know you slept with someone and it’s Natasha!”

“Dude, it’s like 8 in the morning, and I literally never even said whose bed I was in. Could you calm down?”

“It was her, wasn’t it?”

“What if I tell you it’s not her? Would you leave me the fuck alone? I want to sleep right now.”

Wanda gives up and sighs. It was never in her power to make you understand anyways. Was it really difficult for her to comprehend that two people can just reconnect?

Your phone lights up with another text message.

Are we seeing each other tonight?

You reply: Sounds like a bad idea, I’m in. You should probably not. But whatever, fuck it, it’s fine.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff smut #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x you #black widow x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha x y/n #natasha smut

[gimmeurtmi]

private gym perks — changbin

pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, ig counts as bondage, working out, oral (f receiving), cocky!bin (he’s a leo yk), praising,

inspo: this request that blew my brain: you're working out with changbin and he eats you out on the hip abductor machine so you can't close ur legs

notes: i’m not well. hip abductors are my favourite thing and they just got better.

{ wc: 2253 }

You couldn’t class yourself as a gym rat by any strandards, let alone when you worked out with someone like him. His workouts were twice as long as yours and twice as hard. So you never tried to match him when you worked out together—but it was still fun working out with him.

After a few months together, and hearing you complain about the atmosphere in your local gym, Changbin finally said something.

“You know there’s a perfectly good gym in my house, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s yours. Plus, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

All you got in response was an eyeroll, and Changbin’s stubbornness, until eventually you caved and started working out in the gym room he set up in his house.

It had everything you needed, everything anyone would need, so it was perfect. Best of all, it had Changbin hyping you up and challenging you and motivating you to work harder.

So today, like most times, you were working on your cardio as Changbin worked weights.

He was in a mood today, that was evident when he looked at you out of nowhere and asked, “remind me how much you weigh?”

“Bin, you should never ask a lady that question,” you teased.

“Just,” he sighed, “is this right?”

You walked over to the weights and checked the discs he added onto the bar. With some quick math, you assured him it was indeed your total body weight.

He smirked at you before placing himself underneath the bar, pushing it up by his hips.

You had to swallow, realising you were practically salivating.

“Can I help you?” He asked as he finished his set—and that’s when you realised you were still glued to your spot, fully staring at him as he moved.

“Uh, um, just not sure what I should focus on next, coach.”

He laughed at you. You probably weren’t hiding your interest as well as you thought you were.

“Done your cardio?” You nodded. “Thirty minutes?”

“Yep,” you said, smoothing your hands over your gym shorts. “Maybe some leg presses?”

“Yeah,” he smiled at you, almost proudly. He didn’t move his eyes away from yours as he pushed his hips up again to start his second set.

You moved over to the machine, focusing on your breathing and your form just like he taught you.

When you finished your first set Changbin appeared behind you.

“That looks too easy, come on,” he urged, moving the weight pin down one level. “Try it now.”

You pushed against the platform, getting used to the new weight on your thighs. It wasn’t too difficult.

“I can do that,” you nodded.

“Still easy?”

You hummed, giving it another try before affirming his question.

He moved the pin down one more slot before he left you to your sets and got back to his own workout.

You moved on to the next machine, Changbin making sure to move the pin down from where you originally placed it again.

“Why?” You groaned, already feeling the strain in your muscles.

“Come on, you can’t call me coach for me to just let you get away with rookie level weights.”

You rolled your eyes at his determination, but it covered you in warmth nonetheless.

He always tried to help you get better, and maybe that was part of the reason you liked working out with him—as opposed to some of the other boys you knew.

From your spot on this particular machine you could clearly see his back as he pulled down the bar again and again and again. After every ten pulls he added more weight, and you thanked whatever god you needed to that he decided to wear a tank top on this particular day.

You rarely saw him in revealing clothes when he was working out with other people, but the privacy of his own gym let him feel more comfortable. And perhaps that’s also why you decided to wear shorts to work out today as well.

You lost count of your reps.

You even stopped moving your legs entirely, too focused on the way his muscles strained and contracted in front of your eyes.

“Yah!” He yelled as he finished his last set. “Is it just me or did you stop moving?”

He looked at you accusingly, but that cocky glint in his eyes let you know you weren’t in too much trouble. Still, you smiled sheepishly as you nodded.

“Lost focus, coach,” you admitted slowly.

“So now I need to make sure you’re doing your sets?”

You nodded, far too eager. The best part of working out with Changbin was when he helped you through your reps. The way his eyes followed every movement of your body, the way he sent praise after praise your way.

So you didn’t even try to hide how much you enjoyed it and how much you wanted him to always have all his attention on you when you were in his private gym.

“Right then,” he crouched beside you, “fifteen reps.”

He counted you down, insisting you complete the full movement each time, and when you were done he made sure to tell you, “you did such a good job! Again.”

This went on for three more sets (one more than you’d decide to do, but Changbin insisted) before he gave you your bottle and instructed you to breathe in deeply.

“Binnie, I’m tired,” you complained, attempting your biggest puppy eyes at him. They almost worked, you could tell by the way he cocked his head to the side before looking away from you with a massive smile on his face.

“Don’t try that on me!” He yelled.

It wasn’t unusual for Changbin to raise his voice for no reason at all, so you didn’t even flinch at the volume or the way his voice echoed off the walls—given the strong acoustics in the room.

Changbin’s favourite rap playlist was playing in the background, lowly, but his voice was always so much louder than that.

“One more machine,” he said finally, “your pick.”

You groaned but let your eyes scan all the different choices—until you set your heart on the hip abductor. It wasn’t too much of a struggle and it allegedly helped tone your butt and thighs. So it was a win win.

You jumped off the glute machine and skipped your way over to the hip abductor.

“This one!” You said happily, before moving the pedals around to your thighs and positioning yourself comfortably.

“Okay,” he smiled back. You found the right weight for you, placing the pin where you could find resistance but not too much.

Changbin crouched next to you again, looking at your form and correcting it when needed. He counted your reps like he did before—but you couldn’t help but notice his voice was quieter, lower than normal. Deep.

His eyes moved from your thighs to settle right between your legs, soft sighs leaving him every time you forced the machine open.

“Good,” he sighed out, “good job.”

“Another set?” You asked, slowly, aware of the heat rushing up and down your body and settling in your core.

Changbin nodded, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. There was a fire in them you were very used to seeing in the privacy of your bedroom—but it brought a wave of excitement into your stomach to see that same look from him now.

You followed his hands, those beautiful hands, as he grabbed the pin and moved it all the way down to the heaviest weight class.

“Bin,” you chuckled, tilting your head in a silent question. You tried to show him with your thighs that you couldn’t possibly move that amount—you were stuck in place. The machine was set to move inwards and so without being able to move the weight your thighs were forced open.

“What?” He asked, fake innocence coating his Cheshire smile.

“It’s too heavy,” you whined, trying again to close your legs. You couldn’t even move them in the slightest.

“It looks like it’s doing the right job,” he said lowly, licking over his lips.

You were sure you let out a small squeak. That thought was confirmed when Changbin chuckled darkly.

“Get up a sec,” he asked softly. You did as you were told, and once you freed yourself from the machine and stood up on your legs, Changbin grabbed your shorts and pulled them down in one shift motion. “Sit back down.”

He hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor, the sight of him looking up at you with his eyes dark and mouth wide made you almost combust on the spot. You don’t even remember sitting back down. It was the cool air in the room hitting your wet core that brought you back to the moment you were in.

“Is this okay?” He asked, delicately.

“Uh huh,” you huffed out.

“Your body looks so good when you push yourself, you know that?” He began, eyes fixed on your bare lower half and the way he could see you clenching at his words.

You were so open, so exposed, Changbin wouldn’t even dare to look away.

He did for a moment though, if only to look at your face—to see if there were any signs of discomfort or uncertainty.

“Gonna eat you out like this,” he announced his plans, which were already pretty clear to everyone involved. But Changbin knew you didn’t like surprises, so he made sure to say it.

“I’m all sweaty from the workout though,” you protested, smelling your deodorant on you. You could feel the pressure building inside your body already, the want in your pussy to be touched, to be devoured like Changbin so clearly wanted to do.

“I really don’t give a fuck,” he chuckled.

He ran his hands up your warm knees, up your thighs, all the way to where the machine had brought the skin of your hips to bunch together. Changbin grabbed at the muscle harshly, causing your lips to part slightly.

“Bin,” you whined softly, instinctively pushing your thighs together. But they wouldn’t move.

“What is it?” He smirked. He knew exactly what it was. “Baby’s too weak to move?”

“I’m not weak,” you protested, “you moved it to the highest weight!”

“Yeah, so I could do this,” and then, with no further warning, Changbin wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking. Hard.

Your moans quickly filled the room, getting higher and higher with each movement of your boyfriend’s tongue against your sensitive clit.

He parted your lips with his tongue, gathering the wetness that pooled at your entrance. He was usually hungry after a workout, but you didn’t quite expect him to be so hungry for you.

He grabbed at your upper thigh harshly, squeezing the skin between his hands as he flicked his tongue against your clit in quick motions.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” you whined, bucking your hips up as much as physically possible. Every time you tried moving your legs you were stopped by the weight of it, and every time you moaned in response.

Changbin did too, sending a wave of vibrations through your pussy at the sensation.

Soon your fingers found their way into his hair, pushing him closer to you, his tongue dipping in deeper.

“I’m close,” you mumbled, humping up and down against Changbin’s face. He placed both his hands on top of your thighs, putting more weight against you until you couldn’t move anywhere at all.

He wrapped his lips around your clit again, humming loudly, sending you all the way over the edge.

You felt your toes curl as your orgasm hit you in full force, your stomach shaking as Changbin didn’t move away in the slightest. He kept going, causing you to squirm in your spot at the overstimulation.

“Baby, baby, baby,” you begged him, trying to push him away with your hands.

Changbin quickly understood, moving away with an unstoppable grin on his face.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, staring at you with a glint in his eye.

“How are you?”

“My thighs hurt,” you chuckled, breathing heavily.

Changbin stood up, quickly offering you his hand as he helped you slowly step out of the machine. Once you started feeling your legs again he soothed his hands up and down your sides where he knew you’d feel the stretch most.

“Relax your body,” he instructed, “you worked hard, Y/N.”

“So did you,” you laughed, wiping the shiny patch of wetness on the corner of his lips.

“Couldn’t resist you,” he excused, leaning in to kiss you softly. You kissed him back, your hands wrapping around those back muscles you loved so much.

“Not complaining, coach,” you mumbled against his lips, the adrenaline from your orgasm settling sweetly in your body.

“Now come on. Time to stretch.”

You followed Changbin’s instructions as he helped you stretch your overworked muscles and you drank when he told you, and then ate the healthy meal he ordered for you too.

“Did that convince you to finally cancel your gym membership?” He asked once you stepped back into the main part of the house, hands linked together.

“Oh, was that a perk this gym offers?”

“Only if you have girlfriend privileges,” he smirked at you.

“Maybe show me one more time and then I’ll decide,” you smirked back.

You couldn’t even react before your body was pressed into the sofa and Changbin pushed his hips into yours, kissing you hungrily.

You’d never be tired of just how much energy he has.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #all.works #skz x y/n #skz x yn #stray kids fics #skz smut #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin x you #changbin smut #changbin x reader #changbin x y/n

[sister-lucifer]

How do you think the obey me Mammon, Beel and Lucifer would react to an crush who has abnormally sharp teeth for a human, you can’t tell at a glance, but they probably noticed it when the human first couldn’t open something heavy and hard, probably were going to offer help, but s/o ripped or pulled it open with their teeth and sit and deal with what’s inside the contents, like this is normal. They feel someone staring and look at the brother, puzzled?

Fangs 

Mammon, Beel, and Lucifer with a human partner who has sharp teeth 

Reader is gender neutral 

Content/warnings: lots of teeth talk, if that’s a warning. 

Genre: Fluff ig, not really a genre here tbh

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio! 

Also please reblog! It’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out! 

Mammon 

First noticed it when you bit into the packaging of a new book. 

“Damn thing…packed it like it was a nuclear bomb…” 

“Well it’s not like they— WOAH”

“What?” 

“Uh, nothing! I didn’t say anything, stupid human.” 

Thinks they’re so cool, but tries to hide it 

I mean some demons have sharp canines and it’s normal, but a human having this sharp of teeth is totally weird 

In a cool way 

Not that he thinks it’s cool or anything though 

Except he keeps giving you stuff to open just to see your teethies 

And when you kiss he bites your lip to provoke you into doing it back

Secretly wants to be bitten but will never ever outright say it 

He’ll just try to provoke you into doing it

Beelzebub 

First notices when you use your teeth to tear open a ketchup packet 

Immediately impressed 

If HE had teeth like that, opening condiments would be so much easier! 

“Woooaah, your teeth!”

“…What about ‘em?”

“Uh…nothing…” 

Jealous 

But also thinks it’s cool 

And he shows it by giving you all sorts of weird foods to eat 

“You’re supposed to bite down on it, it has blood cherry filling!” 

Loves to make you laugh

Gets to hear you laugh and see your teeth glimmer in the light? 

Perfect 

Lucifer 

First noticed when you were munching on some lava rock candy 

“Must you eat that here? You’ll get crumbs everywhere.” 

“Relax Luci, *crunch crunch* I’ll be careful.”

“Something tells me your idea of ‘careful’ isn’t the same as…mine….”

“…What’s the matter? Something in my teeth?” 

The only one who outright states his intrigue 

Practically bewitched by them 

Will randomly grab your chin to look at them 

“Fascinating…you’ve got fangs like a beast.”

“Hey! I’m not a beast!”

Will offer to feed you on dates

Tonight is about you, don’t lift a finger 

Now show him those pretty teeth 

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #mammon headcanons #mammon x reader #mammon obey me #mammon #beelzebub obey me #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub headcanons #beelzebub #lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer headcanons #lucifer obey me

[ilovetulips]

BEST FRIENDS?

steve harrington x fem!reader

𖦹 pool day as per steve’s invitation to the ‘gang’ , yet he hadn’t expected to admit his feelings for his crush.

𖦹 swearing, alcohol mentions, mom steve, best friends to lovers? ig?, kissing!! sfw

𖦹 2.3k

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it was a hot day in hawkins, a rare occurrence really. the sun glaring down upon the ground caused everyone to go into a panicked frenzy on how to cope with the heat. lucky for you, steve harrington had a huge house with a pool in his garden. and sun loungers! could life be more perfect?

he’d invited everyone around to have a pool party, and he means everyone. dustin and his gang, robin, nancy, eddie and even jonathon. you were already at his house before everyone arrived, being his best friend you practically lived there. he shares half his wardrobe with you, so you had everything you need when you stay for a sleepover.

you were changing into more appropriate swim attire when the doorbell sounded throughout the house, steve rushing to the door and muffled sounds of him and the large gathering crowding his doorway talking to each other echoed through the ceiling. you’d grown used to tuning them out, changing into your favourite red bikini and getting ready to sunbathe.

“hey man, thanks for inviting us. don’t know what we’d do without your pool.” eddie expressed.

“no problem! straight through to the back door guys, i’m just gonna grab some snacks n’ shit to put out.” the host says, walking towards his kitchen unaware of the short haired girl following behind him.

“where is she?” robin whispered, making steve quite literally jump out of his skin.

“shit! what the fuck is wrong with you? where’s who?”

“your girlfriend. duh.”

“she’s— she’s not my girlfriend, robs. and she’s upstairs getting ready, i think.” he turns around, avoiding her piercing stare.

“uh huh… not your girlfriend but she basically lives here. you guys constantly flirt too. you ever gonna tell her how you feel?”

“tell who how steve feels? do you have a crush! why didn’t you tell me?” you feel your heart twang with pain when you heard robin ask steve that question, the rest being muted by their whispers.

“[Y/N]! hey. heyy…” steve tries to act casually, his second ‘heyy’ being dragged out as he leaned onto his counter. his eyes widened and his confidence faded when he trailed his eyes down your body. he was screwed.

“hey [Y/N]! shit, you look good. red’s your colour. i’m gonna… check that everyone hasn’t completely destroyed steve’s yard.”

you giggle, the sound permeating through steve’s entire being. “thanks, robin. you look great too! always do, i’m jealous.”

“pshh! i’m the jealous one. see you soon!” she walks away, leaving you and steve in the large kitchen. it felt so small to him, as if the walls were closing in. he couldn’t focus properly on anything other than you, attempts to force out words proved null.

“you… okay? you look a bit flustered.” you say, voice concerned as you step closer to him.

“fine! m’ fine. just getting snacks. you look… amazing.”

“thanks, stevie. it’s not… too much? maybe i should just stick to the black swim suit.”

“no! no. shit no. this… looks so good on you. so so good. gonna have everyone in awe of you, babe.”

you blush. “you need any help?”

“should be good, you relax outside and i’ll bring everything out in a sec ‘kay?”

as soon as you step out you’re hit instantly by the everlasting hawkins heat, quickly followed by the sound of the kids splashing in the pool. you find yourself walking towards the sun loungers, and sitting on the free one next to eddie.

the sound of the sticky footsteps growing closer to him cause him to look up, lowering his sunglasses. you’d settled down, book in hand and were quickly immersed in the plot. however it didn’t last long, as eddie let out an obnoxiously loud whistle.

“goddamn, [Y/L/N]. givin’ me a heart attack over here. that colour on you… wow. bet harrington had a brain aneurysm when he saw you in that.” he comments, settling on his side to chat to you.

“thank you, eds. that means alot, pinky swear.” you let out a small laugh, leaning over to look at the curly haired boy next to you. “wait what d’you mean?”

“oh nothing… nothing.” he sends a wink your way, before standing up and running towards the pool, canon-balling in and splashing the kids in the pool. why he did that was beyond you, but it’s eddie. you’ve learned not to question his actions.

“[Y/N]! hey! it’s been a while.” the sound of nancy’s voice snap you out of your thoughts, as she waves her hand as an invite to come over. you stand next to her lounger, covered by the large umbrella overtop of you all.

“ohmygod nance! you look so good, i’m obsessed with the hair. hey jonathon! how’re you? i’ve missed both of your faces.”

“i’m obsessed with you! this whole…” she waves her hand in circles. “you just look stunning.”

“we’ve missed you too, i’ve been good. too hot to handle though so i’ve been hiding in my house. i burn too easily.” jonathon says, laying next to nancy on his sunbed completely encased in the shade.

“you guys are the sweetest—“ you’re interrupted by hands wrapping around your waist, and you being lifted up into the air. involuntary squeals leave your mouth as the culprit spins you around in the air slightly. smirks plaster nancy and jonathon’s face, as they look at eachother knowingly before laying down and minding their own business.

“keep squealing like that and you’re going in the pool, missy.”

“steve!” you manage to escape his grip, looking up at his grin you loved so much with wide eyes and heavy breaths.

“you’re insane!” you say, walking back to the seat you’d claimed before talking to nancy.

“only for you, sweetheart. you drive me insane with this.” he pulls back the strap of your bikini top, the material snapping back against your shoulder with a loud sound.

“shut up. you’re such an idiot.” you mumble shyly. you’d never been one to be nervous when people compliment you, but steve’s were different. they seemed more heartfelt, but that’s probably because you had a raging crush on him. cliche to have a crush on your best friend right?

“heard that. c’mere.”

“steve! no!” you laugh, as he stalks towards you to grab your waist. matching his pace as you walk backwards, he lunged towards you and slings you over his shoulder.

you’re in hysterics, laughing loudly and swelling steve’s heart with adoration as he relished in the sound of your joy. eddie turns around in the pool to face you two, interrupting his tormenting of dustin. steve and him make eye contact, immediately catching on to each other’s plan.

“you ready, sweetheart?” steve whispers to you.

“what? ready for wha—“

you should’ve expected it, but steve had threw you in the pool. eddie was there to catch you so your landing wasn’t painful as you slapped the water, your arms flailing as you flew through the air. as you swim back up to the surface, the sound of the kids laughs (mostly dustin’s) filled your ears. steve diving in next to you and holding your waist when he floats to the top.

“what the fuck?!”

“language, [Y/L/N], there’s children around.” eddie chimes in sarcastically.

“sock it, munson. or i’ll tell them what i caught you doing the other week.”

“woahhh i need to know this, what’ve you been up to eddie?” steve plays along, hands still on your hips as he guides you to the pool walls.

eddie instantly panics, his mouth closing as he swims away to the opposite end of the pool; not failing to send daggers your way.

“you really do look beautiful today, you know.” steve sheepishly says, faking confidence to mask his internal panic mode.

you wrap your arms around his neck. “thank you, stevie. you look real handsome too. cute little happy trail.” a smile makes it way onto your face.

“oh yeah?” he replies, eyes locking onto your lips.

“oh yeah, totally. i’m swooning over you, harrington.”

“me too… have been for so long.” he says, trying to keep his voice down to not attract attention from the nosey group.

“w-what?” you look down to his lips too, looking even more inviting than they’d been before.

your thoughts, however, are clouded when the boy in front of you pressed his lips to yours. a perfect puzzle, pushing against each other firmly and parting slightly. the feeling is better than you’ve ever imagined, and you’ve imagined it alot.

“okay, lovebirds. i’m hungry, sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment but i want food, harrington. so get that bbq started once you’ve finished kissing our favourite girl.” steve pulls away to the sound of a tired robin’s voice.

“yeah… yeah whatever.” steve mumbles into your neck, meeting your lips again after not paying attention what robin said entirely. he was happy with his girl, in the pool under the sunlight.

“harrington! c’mon man.”

“god… fine. fine! i’m fucking coming.”

your head was still clouded and you were seeing white. had that really just happened? where does that leave you and steve? you lean against the wall and let yourself sink under the water, hoping the silence underneath would help soothe your thoughts.

that was until you’re met with a nosey max mayfield looking back at you with her lime green goggles protecting her eyes, earning a scream that was quite literally just bubbles exiting your mouth.

you rush back to the surface, watching her bright hair rise up too. her freckled face holding a glowing smile, knowing of the events that just happened between you and steve. you had forgotten people were around, his lips put your in a trance of your own little world. just you and him.

“don’t you dare say a word, mayfield. don’t make me tell everyone about you and lucas making out the other day.”

“secret safe with me.” the girl says, sinking back down to swim below the world.

—

the sun was beginning to set, the air cooling down and you all laying on the sun-beds surrounding the pool. you lay between steves legs, back placed on his abs as he played with your hair.

everyone was quiet, taking in the delicate moment of purples and pinks painting the sky. “anyone want a beer?” steve says, reaching towards to cooler next to him and biting the lid off with his teeth. you sit up and move to the bed next to him, steve watching with furrowed brows as he watched; missing the warmth of your body.

everyone old enough to have one takes one, steve offering for everyone to sleep at his house so nobody had to worry about driving home. lucas playing it cool as he tries to grab a beer steals your attention as you watch him with an amused smile.

“hey! sinclair. back up, you little shit.” steve shouts, lucas looking at him with shocked eyes as he fully believed he got away with it. scared by steve’s ‘mom mode’, he shamefully walks back towards the boy towering over him and hands over the bottle.

you can’t help but laugh at the situation; the sad look on lucas’ face, the pointed stare steve was giving him and the giggles from eddie behind you. you couldn’t help turning around and laughing with eddie. everyone else caught and erupted in a fit of giggles too, but steve was only focused on the sound of your laugh.

he snakes his hand around your ankle, pulling you towards him. you can tell he’s being needy, so decide to ignore it just to tease him. eddie sees the mischievous glint in your eyes and decides to watch this unravel.

out of desperation, he trails his other hand along your waist, fanning his hand out against your stomach to get your attention. “babe.” you ignore him. “[Y/N], babe.” the petname rung through your ears, you’d never thought much of it before until he’d kissed you in the pool. he huffs in frustration before grabbing your legs and shoulders to lift you up bridal-style.

“why’re you ignoring me? did i do something?” he says, slight insecurity lacing his sweet voice.

“oh! stevie no, i was jus’ messing with you. you were being needy so i wanted to play around, that’s all.” you say to him wholeheartedly.

he walks you towards the house, leaving everyone in the garden to have their own conversations. he wanted to steal you away, tell you how crazy you make him, how deep he was in for you. he places you on his couch, sitting next to you uncomfortably while he messes with his fingers. yet it’s quickly stopped when you place your hand over his.

“[Y/N]…”

“i know, steve. i know.”

“how?” he stares up at you with pinched eyebrows. small wrinkles littering his forehead that you wanted to desperately smooth out with your thumb.

“nobody kisses their best friend out of the blue steve. especially not like that…”

“like what, hm? remind me, i’ve forgotten.”

you chuckle before leaning into him and speaking against his lips.

“we’re so hopeless.”

you crash your lips together, instant bliss flooding from each other’s mouths into the small bubble building around you two. hands grazing delicately on one another’s faces as the kiss grows more passionate, emotions radiating off of the two of you.

“you’re perfect for me, [Y/N]. so, so perfect for me.” the disheveled boy states, pulling away quickly before diving back in again; kissing you with twice as much force.

#♡｡ﾟ. steve ࿐ ❤️‍🩹 ˚ . ✦ #₊˚. ୭̥ 🌷 celebration ! #joe keery #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things pov #stranger things scenario #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #stranger things one shot #stranger things fanfic #st #st fanfic #st fluff #joe keery fanfic #joe keery blurb

[ivoryghostyy]

— meet Cirius

「 image is not mine. it's sourced from pinterest. 」

「 note: look who's back after not posting for idfk how long. but hey, here's a fic, plus a new layout! haha... i have so much to edit, but anyways, i hope y'all enjoy this little idea i've pulled straight out of my ass. man, i could not get it out of my head. so, uh, have fun ig. 'til next time. buh-bye! 」

「 tw: swearing, mentions/implications of violence, threatening, obsession, manipulation, etc. 」

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human emotions are fickle, but for Cirius, they're practically a foreign concept. dull faces accompanied him wherever he went. they would bother him, talk to him, and feign interest. no mask, however, could completely cover the rotting desires humans hide.

it confuses him, really, but what can he do? if they entertain him, then playing along wouldn't hurt anyone. otherwise, he'd probably die of boredom. besides, he has a reputation to keep. lashing out would only destroy his own facade.

university wasn't doing him any good either, despite his well-maintained rank. he's perfect, and every single one of them could see that. they praise him, and they raise him onto a pedestal. it's nothing new, not interesting at all. his eyes don't spare any of them a glance.

so imagine his surprise when he comes across you. it was onky a brief moment—barely even a second—but he saw it. you weren't hidden in a shroud of grey clouds, you were the embodiment of the sun. your eyes sparkled brighter than any gem he had ever seen. and he's seen a lot of gems, so that says a lot.

you're.. different. and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued. how did he miss someone like you? he hummed, a finger tapping the fabric of his sleeve. a new student, perhaps? but why would anyone transfer so late into the year?

you scurried away before he could say anything. ah, he should have atleast gotten your name... but it's alright. his fingers weave through the soft knots of his light pink hair, a cold smile creeping onto his plush lips.

it doesn't take much to find you and your entire history. goodness, he should've found you sooner. you've been living like this for your entire life? you're barely able to keep yourselves afloat. he's exaggerating. the more he learns about you, and the more he watches you, the deeper he falls into the dark pit of obsession.

don't worry, he'll take care of everything. his darling wife deserves the best and only the best, after all. he'll talk to his parents and arrange a dinner with his future family-in-law your parents, throw in a few lies here, a few threats there, and it's smooth sailing towards your engagement.

surely, you'll agree, right? even if you don't, do you really have a choice? anything he wants, he will have. and you? you're no exception.

you pace through the bustling halls, weaving through the chattering human barricades as they march into another boring lecture. contrary to the relaxed pace of these students, however, you're scrambling to reach your own destination: the library.

since you're free for this period, you thought you'd take the time to look around the grand library. really, this is the only reason you tried so hard to get into such a prestigious school. your family wasn't well-off, but earn enough to keep a delicious meal on your plate and a sturdy roof above your head.

the polished doubledoors creak open, and without wasting another second, you're already scanning book-lined shelves. the forgotten book of herbal remedies, the book of lies, 101 ways to hide a body... wait, what?

deciding not to question it, you finally find a good novel to read. to nobody's surprise, it's dark romance because of course it is. happily, you sink into a comfy bean bag this makes me kinda jealous and lose yourself within the pages, ignorant to brown eyes watching your every move.

a shadow looms over you, and you barely have any time to react before you're pulled into a lean chest, arms wrapped securely around your waist.

"wh-"

"there you are, my precious wife!"

your brain is barely processing the situation. what is he talking about? who is he talking about? it takes a around a minute before you've pulled yourself back, landing not-so gracefully onto the bean bag that you were just sitting on a moment before.

"sorry, i think you may have the wrong person," you say, firmly.

you've never seen this man in your life, who the hell does he think he is? what did he call you? his wife? he better be joking. he's either mistaken or insane. probably the latter, hun. he's insanely in love with you.

"how could i mistake you for anyone else?"

and now he's pulling you along to his fancy car, talking about how he'll introduce you to his parents because apparantly, he's already talked to them about the wedding and-

what do you mean he's talked to your parents!? and they didn't tell you anything!? that's because he threatened them with your safety, but you don't have to know that.

the worst part? you left your book at the library!

could it be any worse? yes, it could. after dinner with your supposed parents-in-law, you pull him aside. he's happy to follow you, anticipating anything you have to say. are you excited too? he's already imagining all the fun you'll have together. cuddling with you, holding your hand, going on dates, spending the rest of his life with you-

"i'm sorry, but i'm not marrying you."

"..good joke, honey."

you're not joking? he falls silent. you've already left by the time he came back to his senses, and he's never felt emptier in his life. how do you think this man—someone who had been given everything he could ever need; who could have the whole world served on a silver platter if he asked—will face the rejection of the single person he's genuinely fallen head over heels for?

it's safe to say that his ego is absolutely bruised. don't even get me started on his heart. words cannot describe the world-shattering devestation he felt. no, he wouldn't stand for this. he's never taken no for an answer, and he certainly isn't starting now.

you will be with him, and he doesn't care if he has to shatter your legs just to make sure you never leave. let's hope it never comes to that, though. he quite likes it when you smile, but he supposedly wouldn't mind seeing you cry, either.

within the next few months, it's like the world is crumbling. your parents lose their jobs, your grades are suddenly dropping, you can barely earn enough from your part-time job to keep food on your plates—it's a mess.

you're struggling, and he knows it.

when you're at your lowest point, he'll pay you a visit. pitiful darling, you know he can make it all go away, right? he'll help you. like a demon tempting to grant your deepest, darkest desire.

"shh, don't cry, sweetheart," he'll take care of you.

don't worry, honey, he can make it all go away. it's not difficult to give you back all that he took away. everything you've lost can be placed right back onto your gorgeous little palm.

but at what cost?

your body.

your soul.

your mind.

your everything.

don't you see, honey? he would do anything for you. new clothes? he'll buy the entire mall. need a better house? how about a mansion? want the moon? he'll do his best to get it for you, no questions asked. you could have everything you could ever want and more.

it's a generous offer, lovely. all he asks for, in return, is that you give up. you were his the moment he saw you, and that might have been the biggest mistake of your life.

say yes, honey. it's the only option you have.

#₊👻❜﹕phantasy press co. #𓏲 ࣪₊♣︎𓂃 university au #𓏲 ࣪₊♥︎𓂃 Cirius #possessive yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #you #reader #x reader #pls send help #scenarios #short story #golden boy #golden boy x reader #golden boy x you #yes #yeah idk #female reader #male yandere

[yappacadaver]

Most of my lore-related Zevlor headcanons are going into the *glances at draft* uh...stupidly long fic.

But I'm in the "Zevlor had deep camaraderie and all kinds of wild sex in the Hellriders, but not a lot of relationship experience" camp. Stuff happens after battle, or when drunk, or in the barracks, but once he climbed the ranks, he wasn't going to abuse his position or fraternize. There wasn't time for him to be a good life partner outside of his duties.

So he is an absolute sucker for all the cute romantic things he missed out on earlier in life. Public displays of affection, flowers, courting rituals, he thinks he's too old for those things and claims he doesn't need the trappings. But then he gets so flustered when his partner makes the effort.

I'm of so many different minds when it comes to Zevlor's prior experience idek if I'm gonna be able to get all this down

So I totally agree that sex definitely happened amongst the Hellriders. I mean damn it's a military branch. I'm sure individuals found ways to get dirty in the barracks, the showers, in the field, in the stables, using equipment you'd likely find in a stable, using magic, if you can think it it probably happened.

I'm not sure that it's something Zevlor (even as a younger man) would've pursued? maybe it found him anyways, who knows. But he strikes me as someone who was (WAS) an idealist, and a proud one. Maybe he was saving himself for the perfect courtship, maybe he was too devoted to his religious education and martial training, maybe he's always been the kind of man to hold himself back (like at the tiefling party).

Now this is not me saying I think Zevlor's a virgin, I honestly think he's had both romantic and sexual experience. But I'm trying to hold in my mind the image of a young devout tiefling who is so proud to serve his city and his god, who wears practically the most respected uniform in that city, and have to imagine he thought he had HUGE ass boots to fill and no time to dally.

So ig what I'm saying is my personal hc is yours in reverse xD I think Zevlor would feel much more at home in the formal, formulaic space of romantic courtship, and completely out of sorts when it comes to experiencing desire or being desired in turn. He's old, he's a victim of extreme prejudice, he's of a race whose physical traits are associated with everything he's learned through his faith to despise, I feel like this man would have a hard HARD time with physical intimacy. Taking the metaphorical armor off could feel like self-ruin to a man who was practically raised in it. An aegis is meant to be struck not caressed, etc etc.

#yappa answers #Zevlor Headcanon Factory #thank you sm for the hc tho i don't ever want to sound ungrateful when im writing up my 10k word essay on whether blorbo fucks or not #and honestly!!!!!!! honestly any excuse for him to be flustered is good by me #somewhere in some universe he's getting chocolate and flowers and his heart is racing and he dont know what to say #and possibly in another universe he's desiring in front of another person (mortifying) and being desired as well (practically unbelievable)

[chatisthisfr]

sketches

Percy Jackson x FEM! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none. Clarice is mean ig

Summary: You are Hephaestus's daughter. An artist. One day Clarice finds your sketch book and shows off a particular drawing that wasn't to be shared. and someone in particular was around to see it.

Your Pov

Mornings where your favorite, especially during the summertime. The beautiful camp lake was the best view that nothing could beat. Well it was also the best view because if you look to your left about 100 feet away was Percy Jackson, your crush sense you got here 3 months ago. He was practicing, but failing miserably, at archery. He was alone since it was pretty early so he didn't have anyone to accidentally shoot in the head with an arrow. you backed up against a tree and instead of facing toward the lake, you faced more towards Percy. I mean like not all the way so its obvious you're looking at him but, kind of angled. You grabbed your sketch book out of your little tote bag and grabbed a pencil. You knew it was risky. Someone could be watching and seeing you draw this sight. But who could resist. Percy did look pretty. He was falling pretty bad at archery bad but the sun was beaming on him just right. His eyes looked beautiful even from a distance. So you got to work. You quickly sketched a position he was in where he was carefully picking up his last arrow and looking up at the target with anticipation. you got the sketch down and started getting the details in and erasing certain guidelines. you took time with this drawing. making the shadings practically perfect. making every detail better than you've ever before. you weren't even thinking about it that much but there was just something about Percy's presence that made everything just feel easy.

After about an hour, your drawing was done. and not to be selfish but it was amazing. You where naturally a great artist because you where the daughter of Hephaestus. Craftsmanship and art came easy. But nothing this great has ever come from your own hands. You looked up to see where Percy was. If he was still shooting arrows or otherwise. And you did freak out when you realized said boy was coming closer to you. walking your way. and your sketch was out. Your eyes widen and you quickly turn to another page and pretend to be drawing a flower from the other day.

"Hey Y/N. Watchy'a drawing." Percy asks a sits next to you on the tree. "Oh just a flower. Kinda boring but I couldn't think of anything" I smile at him. "No it's beautiful." He points down at a certain spot. "That detail is really impressive." "Thank you. I was watching you uh do archery. I think you're getting better." I say, trying to hold back a slight laugh. "You don't have to lie it's al- wait you where watching me?" Percy says with a small smirk. my face heats up. "Wha- no that's not what I meant. I-I just glanced over there. It's not like that." "Hey hey chill I was just messing with you. " he smiles over at me. "Anyways it was nice talking. I have to get to a meeting real fast. Catch ya later." He said with a quick smile and a wave. "Alrighty bye." I wave back.

Percy didn't have a meeting. He was just so completely and utterly mesmerized by your beauty that he thought if he was there for another second he would go insane. Though, truthfully, Grover did ask for Percy to talk to him about something Percy didn't know what though.

Percy's pov

i made my way to Grover in the dinning area for some late breakfast. I knew he would be in here because well Grover never passes up a good meal. I open up the door and find him there and I make my way over to him. "Hey man, so what was it that you wanted to talk about?" I ask him as I sit across from him at a table. "I know your secret" ".....What secret?" Really, I didn't have any secrets with grover......Except my crus-"I know who you like." oh crap. "What do you mean? I don't like anyone. That's crazy grover." "Oh really? Because when you look at Y/N L/N with those longing eyes, I can tell that that's not true." He smirks at me. Just the mention of her name has got me nervous. And he can definitely tell I'm lying when I say I don't like her. "Oh come on, Percy. You don't have to deny it. You are pretty obvious." "I AM?! DOES SHE KNOW?!" Grover calmly shushes me. "Chill chill. If she didn't already she will now. wow man that was loud." I glared at him "That's not funny, Grover." He laughs "It was a little funny come on." "No but seriously, do you think she knows?" I look at him with a worried expression. "Luckily, no. I think literally everyone else knows but you two are some of the most oblivious people I know" I thought about what he said...and then It hit me. "Wait what do you mean you two? As in also Y/N?" Grover looked nervous for a moment. "Ummm nothing I meant to just say you." Grover was a terrible liar. I knew he was hiding something but I just let it be for now. "Okay. So was this the only thing you had to say?" "Uh yeah yeah that was it." "Alright then. I'm gonna get going. get on with my day"

with that, the two boys separated and they did go on with there day. It was a beautiful day and very relaxing. nothing was really planned so everyone just did there own thing. It wasn't until the bonfire after dinner that things got interesting.

Clarisse pov

Y/N L/N was never on my list. She never did anything great but she never really did anything wrong. But how can I help it when I find out valuable information about someone and not make something out of it. She was out practicing in a field. when I found this information. many people where in this field so it was hard for her to focus on her bag that was strewn over a bench far away from where she was practicing. It was hanging out and I saw a page folded over, presumably so she could come back to it. I found something on that page that I was never expecting but man Could I use this information greatly.

Your pov

I made my way down to the bonfire after dinner. We didn't have these every night but it was kind of a boring day so we decided to have one. I sat down and took my sketch book out and sketch the fire. I had been sitting there for a bit and suddenly my sketch book was snatched out of my hands. "Hey wha-" "Come on Y/N. Come and get it." It was Clarisse. She was taller than me so she used this for her advantage. "Clarisse please give it back." I asked her. "Aw why? Huh.. are you hiding something in here." "Hey come on Clarisse. give it back to her. I looked over and saw Percy. "Percy Jackson. You are just the right person to come over here to help little Y/N." she smirked down at him. "What do you mean Clarisse?" Clarisse flips to a page, with her hands still up in the air. She brings the book down and shows Percy. His eyes widen and I know exactly what she's showing him. I quickly took my sketch and run away. I run to the lake. The same place from this morning but only its dark. The stars shine against the water. I bring my knees up to my chest and sit in my thoughts.

after a few minutes I hear rustling behind me. I assume it's an animal so I don't think about it much but when I hear it again but closer I turn around. Percy. I quickly whip my head back to where I was looking earlier. Not daring to look at him again. "Hey" I hear him say. I don't say anything back. "Hmm we've found ourselves here twice today." He laughs. I can tell he's trying to lighten the mood. I give a small laugh just so he knows I'm alive. "Um so I'm sorry about what Clarisse did. That wasn't fair of her. But the drawing it was-" "Please don't. I don't want your pity. Look, I know it's stupid that I like you. You probably have like ten million girls begging to be with you and i'm just another one. I know all of that so you don't have to feel sorry for-""the drawing was good. I was a great drawing Y/N. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it and you know why it's so amazing? Because It was made by you. You make it ten times more special. I-I like you too. That fact that you made that drawing makes my stomach do flips. I'm thrilled that you drew that." I sit there in silence for a minute. "You..Like me?" "Yes Y/N yes I like you so can I please do this thing that I've been wanting to do since the day I met you? Please let me kiss you." My eyes widen. I nod my head. and he pulls me in.

My day started great and ended great and I can't believe i'm saying this but..Thanks Clarisse!

#percy jackson #x reader #fluff #crush #hephaestus

[yunojeyes]

Their S/O Being A Gold Medalist Figure Skater

NCT DREAM reaction to you (their s/o) being a gold medalist figure skater. Pairing : Dream x reader

Genre: fluff

Masterlist: here

Fic recs: YuuYuu2

a/n: Please note that all of this is fictional and the personalities of the characters are made specifically for the story! Please do not copy the story and post it elsewhere or on Tumblr!

Their S/O Being A Gold Medalist Figure Skater is copyright 2024 under yunojeyes, all rights reserved.

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Mark

"Have you seen y/n's new performance?" Mark read out after choosing a suitable filter for his ig live. "Of course, my baby's great isn't she? Please leave her lots of positive comments, it makes her cute cheeks turn pink whenever I read it to her, she's so cute." Mark chuckles as he ruffled his hair. "Did you guys see her quadruple-axle, apparently it's really hard to do like really really hard to do and my y/n just did it as if it was nothing, damn." Mark beamed with a wide smile on his face at the thought of you.

"Mark, I saw you at the arena last time but I was too shy to say hello especially with y/n being there, you guys look so good." Mark read out as he gasped, "you should've said hi, my y/n would've loved that, although she would be shy but she'd talk about it for at least 3 days after that, she gets so excited about people acknowledging her work." Mark giggled, remembering the last time a fan approached you and asked Mark to help take a picture of you and the fan. "We actually have a celebratory lunch soon for y/n's recent gold medal so, I actually have to get ready now to pick her up at her rink, bye guys, don't forget to send love to y/n and her performances!" Mark bid them goodbye as he ended the live.

Renjun

"Look baby, what do you think, yellow or blue?" Renjun asked while showing you his sketch of your next outfit for your performance. "Yellow, jun, isn't this a little too long?" you asked pointing at the skirt that reached below your knees. "Well, I didn't want you to get cold so I need to have the skirt be longer." He explained, pouting at your smiling figure. "That's very thoughtful of you baby, but I prefer short flowy dresses," you said while caressing his cheek, "I love the pattern though, and silk, my favorite garment."

He smiled cheekily, "Okay, I'll adjust the dress, I'll prepare warm jasmine tea for when you get back, Oh! and I have something else to show you." He giddily said as he ran to his room to take it and show you. "baby! look, aren't you so pretty" Jun asked as he showed you his painting of your recent performance, your smile widened as you took in all the details, "Junnie, this is so pretty, thank you so much" you said as you hugged him, Renjun kissing your temple.

Hyuck

"Welcome to Johnny's Communication Center, today I am here with the infamous y/n's boyfriend, Lee Haechan!" Johnny announced as Hyuck jumped into the frame practically buzzing with excitement, "Would you like to tell the czennies where we're headed to right now Hyuck?" Johnny asked as Hyuck nodded, "We are headed to-" he started, "In English" Johnny added, "Okay.. we are right now..going to the arena to watch my girlfriend y/n uh- ice skating, yes, very beautiful, very perfect." He said with a bright smile on his face.

"Haechan actually invited all 23 members to watch with us at the arena, but most of them are either overseas or having schedules, so they're gonna watch it online." Johnny explained, turning the camera to face Hyuck who was skipping towards the entrance of the arena, flashing his VVIP tickets, "You're jealous aren't you czennies, you can't get a VVIP ticket!" Hyuck teased as he stuck his tongue out. Johnny chuckled as he shook his head at Hyuck's antics, "Hyuck actually brought a lot of stuff to throw into the rink and a gift to give y/n after the performance." Johnny pointed out as Hyuck waved the bags at the camera.

Jeno

"Hyung, y/n noona was so cool last night, she did a quadruple spin thingy!" Jisung exclaimed as the comments section becomes filled with praises and amazement for your performance last night that allowed you to win the gold medal. Jeno smiled his samoyed smile as he chuckled with pride, "yea she is, last night she was telling me about how nervous she was but it all worked out in the end." he explained as some comments were talking about her shaking hands.

"Jisung is actually a big fan of y/n so he's very lucky that y/n's dating Jeno cuz he can get autographs and tickets easily, like last night's performance." Jaemin commented as he looked through the photos he'd taken during your performance. "Babe" You called out, having just come back after your practice for next week's performance, "oh, baby you’re here" Jeno said as he walked to you with open arms and going out of frame to engulf you in his warm embrace, "should I massage your feet? it must've been a tiring day for my y/n hm?" Jeno suggested as he kissed your nose, you hummed in agreement as you snuggled your face in his nape, "We'll be heading back first guys, see you tomorrow!” you and Jeno waved at Jaemin and Jisung who nodded in understanding.

Jaemin

"Jaemin-ssi, we all know that y/n your girlfriend is very famous and has successfully done one of the hardest moves that a professional figure skater could do (I don't know much about figure skating so don't attack me) how has your relationship been so far, because a lot of people have said that y/n is a pretty cold and closed off person?" The interviewer asked as Jaemin nodded in acknowledgement, the dreamies nodding with him as it was pretty difficult at first to get close to you and they knew how long it took you and Jaemin to get together.

"Well, my y/n is a sweetheart so our relationship is great, we love each other a lot and she's very considerate, especially since I usually take care of the dreamies, it's nice to have someone take care of me instead." Jaemin explained with a smile on his face a the thought of your nagging tone with your eyebrows furrowed when he got sick from waiting out in the rain for your favorite bakery to open just to surprise you. "And this is a very popular question, have you ever asked her to teach you ice skating?" The interviewer asked, "yeah, I used to do roller skating so it was easier to learn ice skating but my y/n really has a talent for the sport." Jaemin said as he chuckled remembering his real intentions, which was obviously using these one on one lessons as a disguise to cuddle you and watch you ice skate.

Chenle

"baby, I saw these new blades for ice skating and it says that famous figure skaters have been using them, do you want a pair?" Chenle asked as he scrolled through naver while laying on your chest, looking up at you who was playing with his hair. "Well, it's not something I need Lele, I still have those blades you bought me last time." You said as you kissed his forehead, he sat up, holding your cheeks with his warm hands. "Baby, but you could have newer and sharper blades." He exclaimed as he rubbed your cheeks, you smiled with your cheeks mushed together, "I don't need new blades Lele" you mumbled but he shook his head in disagreement.

"How about the new Chanel luggage thing that you can use for your shoes and equipment when you go for practices or performances?" He asked, eager to get you something as he'd taken an interest in buying equipment for your sport. You chuckled as you caressed his hair, "If that's what makes you happy then I don't mind it Lele." You whispered as your noses touched one another's. "I sent a picture of your medals, trophies and I sent videos of your performances to the dreamies group, they're so jealous baby." Chenle said undoubtedly ruining the lovely-dovey moment as you both bursted out laughing.

Jisung

"Jisung oppa have you seen y/n's recent interview, she mentioned you as her biggest supporter!" Hyuck read out as a bunch of comments about the interview filled the live chat. Meanwhile, Jisung's cheeks turned pink as he remembered what you had said about him in the interview, "yea I saw it, she's very sweet, she told me about it before it aired when I visited her." Jisung said as he rubbed the back on his neck in embarrassment, "OoOoOh our Jisung is a big boy already, he brings snacks to his girlfriend's practices how swEET!" Jaemin exclaimed as he shook Jisung's shoulders.

"Jisung oppa, it feels like we subscribed to y/n instead, I love it, it's like a double subscription." Hyuck read out as he gasped, "Do you send messages about y/n," Jisung blushed and pulled the hem of his hoodie up to cover his red face, "AHH our baby JISUNG!" Hyuck squealed in Jisung's ear as he hugged him tightly. "Please support and show love to my y/n, czennies!" Jisung said, his hyungs squealing at his endearing message and use of "my y/n".

Original Work Of: @yunojeyes

#nct #nct au #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct dream #nct reactions #nct mark #nct jaemin #nct haechan #nct jeno #na jaemin #lee donghyuck #lee mark #lee jeno

[burnwater13]

Grogu definitely had a cold. Not a bad cold. He wasn’t accidentally using the Force to pick things up and drop them or send them shooting out of his room. Nope. He was just tired. And his throat was sore. And his eyes were still red.

His dad had been bringing him cups of tea and broth to help sooth his throat, which only resulted in Grogu feeling like he was floating from the inside. That was a lot less pleasant than he had hoped it might feel. His dad had also been cleaning the cabin to a ridiculous extent to see if that helped with the red color in his eyes (it didn’t). 

Grogu just wanted to be left alone for a change and even tried to lock the door to the room so his dad couldn’t keep checking up on him every few minutes. That didn’t work. Not only because the Mandalorian was more than capable of dealing with a locked door, but because the door didn’t have a lock to begin with and that just annoyed Grogu even more. 

Grogu hadn’t given up his plan to set up  the ‘It was a dark and scary night…uh stormy night’ festival for Clan Mudhorn and friends. He knew where he wanted to hold it, what kind of decorations and other set dressing he’d use to make the whole place seem like a nightmare, what kind of food should be served, and all that kind of stuff. He’d even written it up in his datapad between the bed checks his dad was doing. 

His problem, other than feeling like he was turning into some sort of Sith-like monster, was that his dad wasn’t going to let him go shopping for any of the stuff he needed for the festival. Not when he looked and felt this crummy. 

Grogu heard a soft knock at the door and mumbled something close to ‘come in’. Din Djarin peeked around the door. 

“Hey buddy, I’m going to send R5 into town to pick up some things. Do you want anything?” 

That question sounded so innocent and the timing was perfect. Grogu nodded his head and pulled out his data pad and tapped into quickly before his dad could look at what he was doing. The Mandalorian just waited and when he was done, Grogu chirped at him as briefly as possible.

“Okay, you sent a list of things to R5 and its prioritized and its all supposed to be stored in the shed?” His dad asked, verifying his understanding.

Grogu nodded his head.

“Buddy, that’s all fine, but we don’t have a shed.”

Grogu sighed deeply, rolled his eyes, and coo’d at his dad in short burst of sound.

“Materials to build the shed are on the list? Grogu, that’s not what R5 is for. She’s an astro-mech, not a builder. I’m happy to help her, but I thought you’d just want some different tea or a sleeve of cookies. It’s okay. Just don’t wear yourself out. Your eyes are practically glowing red. I’ll add eye drops to the list and maybe that will help.”

Then his dad left the room, calling out for R5. Grogu was pleased by how his plan was beginning to take shape. He rubbed his hands together and began to laugh. The laugh turned into a cackle and then the moment was ruined when the cackle turned into a cough and Grogu wished he’d thought to ask R5 to get him some cough syrup. Dank Farrik!

But he was glad that his dad had gotten used to having a mech around the cabin who could help them both with the work they needed to do. R5 was great at maintaining the N-1, especially polishing it’s very shiny surface, a task that Grogu neither liked, nor possessed any skill for performing. His dad often complained that the ship had more smudges and handprints on it when Grogu completed the chore than when he started it. Grogu never liked doing that chore so he wasn’t sad when the Mandalorian assigned it to R5. 

Grogu giggled when he thought about the time Peli Motto was yelling at the pit droids who were servicing the old Razor Crest and complained that they were spooking his dad so badly they would give ‘all droids a bad name’. Those times had changed. Now his dad was letting the little astro mech do their shopping and considered IG-11-M to be a good friend to Clan Mudhorn. 

Din Djarin was even polite to the High Magistrate’s protocol droid. Grogu giggled even more at that because it seemed like the protocol droid had developed a fondness for the Mandalorian that annoyed the High Magistrate. But Grogu supposed that if the High Magistrate went around in a shiny  beskar suit all the time, maybe the protocol droid would have a crush on him too. 

Just the thought of that made Grogu giggle again and that felt good. He didn’t cough after giggling. He didn’t know why, but it made him feel better, not worse, unlike the cackling. 

There was another tap at his door and Grogu called out, “Enter!” His dad came into the room and he had a cup of fresh broth and small bowl of freeze dried froglets for Grogu. 

“Here you go buddy, for when you get hungry again. Hey, your eyes are looking better. Great. That must mean you’re finally getting over this cold. If you need anything I’ll be outside working on the N-1. Love you pal.” 

Grogu smiled at his dad and signed that he loved him too. He was too choked up to say anything. He didn’t want to start coughing again and ruin everything, even though he actually felt really good right then. Maybe he was getting over his cold… but only time would tell. 

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu

[ryker-writes]

falls onto your blog Hello, I have come for a matchup >:3

Likes: food, music, my bed, dark and cold places, stuffed animals, dogs and cats

Dislikes: practicing instruments✨, messes, being told what to do 💀 (within reason), touching sticky things, loud parties

Hobbies: uh… I can make music, writing, reading, crotchet and cross-stitch (rip my hands)

Physical or Personal Preferences: I’d say someone tall but everyone is taller than me and that’s it for physical tbh, loud people, anyone who’s mean and rude like off the back, do not give me stalker man, pls give me the old men tho I usually like them coughliliacough but honestly anyone who’s near my age or older bc I immediately see the first years as babies. Overall tho, I guess just someone who would take care of me as much as I would take care of them while simultaneously having fun banter✨

Love languages: acts of services ig bc I will try to lighten an s/o’s load or give them food (mostly food), and quality time bc I may not touch you but I sure as hell will spend hours in silence in a room doing our own things. Physicals touch but that’s only if I’m like really comfortable in a relationship

Lmao I can’t wait to see who you match me up with out of this >:3

Thank you in advance, father!

Nikki welcome to the blog that's for falling in!

"Nikki my dear child, I am very torn on who to give you. So! I've made the executive decision to give my explanation for both!

First up, we have the wonderful Lilia!"

This one is pretty self explanatory I mean you two just fit so well together! He checks almost all the boxes (and it's hard not to give you your fav). But Lilia would work very well as your partner!

Lilia is the perfect fun sunshine in the dark place that is Diasomnia

if he finds out you like food, he will cook for you as much as he can (wishing you luck)

Lilia loves music and making music and will absolutely join you and help you with it any way he can

he will buy you all the stuffed animals ✨

also if you ever make him anything with your crotchet or cross-stitch skills, he will wear/show it off with pride

it becomes a prized possession of his

you two can make food for each other!

Lilia will spend so much time with you even doing your own thing

he'll be playing video games while you do your thing and it will be a silence with love

he may even show you something cool he found in his game

of course he'd take such good care of you! (aside from the food he makes)

he loves taking care of you and having you take care of him so much

he always feels so spoiled and lucky whenever you do

"Then we have our more sketchy option. My instincts led me here, though I'm not entirely sure why.

I'm talking about Jamil."

Truthfully, I really don't know why but my brain thinks it works. If I were you, I would stick with Lilia, but Jamil may work out too.

Jamil would take care of you but he would also love to be taken care of

thanks to his connections with Kalim, he can show you all sorts of dogs cats and more animals

but he'd keep you away from the parties because they can get quite loud

honestly your love languages work the best for him and he appreciates you so much

he can get quite busy so he really loves whenever you help him or are even just there to spend time with him

you also don't have to worry about any messes with him around!

he's actually very considerate about what you do and don't like

but he'd love to hear you play or practice your music and he thinks it's so relaxing

you are his comfort

#ryker the matchmaker #nikkiiiiiii

[darthnell]

20 Questions for Writers

Oh This looks fun.. ty for the tag @wordspin-shares !!

How many works do you have on AO3? As of right now, 19 !

What is your total AO3 word count? Well.. you see.. 501,371. ..Huh I the chap I just posted cracked the 500k count ! Congrats to me ig !

What fandoms do you write for? The Hunger Games ! I have some Star Wars fics on my AO3 from years ago, but 96.2% of those words are THG so. hjvbdhvhbddfbh

What are your top five fics by kudos? Sighs really heavily. So I pretty much only write OC stuff for THG, which means that the 3.8% of Star Wars fics are taking 3/5 spots on the top 5 kudos ranking. F in the chat. So starting at the most, we've got: Lessons Unlearned (SW), Is That Really Me? (SW), True Vengeance (THG), Widow's Bite (THG), and Take My Hand (SW). None of those SW fics are over 2k while True Vengeance is probably going to hit 300k by the time it's over... Really interesting to see the statistics of what it looks like to write in a larger fandom vs a smaller fandom tbh :0

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Absolutely !! I love reading what people think about my writing. It's neat to see what sticks out to them and how they feel about my characters or plots or everything really ! :D It makes my day to see them <3 Also I love chatting about my writing and the thought processes behind it, so if you every get an essay in response to a comment u left on my fic, uh.. sorrie... bdjfvbhdb

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hm.. Maybe Reparation Clause or True Vengeance? Granted, I haven't written the ending of TrV yet but given that I've killed off all of Ven's arena friends uhh.. yeah. The Bridges We Burn could also possibly fall under this category... Turns out there is no shortage of angst when you write for the child death pageant fandom jdvvbhdf

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Now that's a harder question, rip. I do generally try to end my Victor Exchange fics on happier notes (Destined to Fall, Desiderium, The Bridges We Burn). I think Widow's Bite and No Sleep for the Wicked also end on more positive notes..? I wouldn't exactly call it Happy though.. (maybe some of my Star Wars fics would qualify, but I do not feel like talking about them LMAO)

Do you get hate on your fic? No, I'm perfect (insert sunglasses emoji here) /j I don't think I've ever gotten straight-up hate comments on my fics before though. I've gotten some criticisms (one person wasn't happy about the fact that the Games continue after the events of True Vengeance, according to the other fics on my profile hvfhvbf), but nothing that's ever put me down about my writing. ...Do affectionate death threats count as hate? (my friends are Goofy bhjdfbvhd)

Do you write smut? If I do, you'll never know BHVF. Ok for real though, it's not really my jam as a writer. Worth trying probably to step out of my comfort zone, but definitely not something I'd ever post. Sorry guys.

Do you write crossovers? Nah.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Afaik, no. Not in terms of straight-up ripping the text. I think I've had some ideas borrowed, but like. Who give a fuck LOL. As my one friend likes to say often, there are no new ideas in THG (in terms of things like arenas, quell twists, tribute concepts). What makes something unique is having different authors writing and interpreting said concepts !

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I've thought about translating one of mine into French myself as a way of practice.. Never got around to it though, alas.

Have you ever co-written a fic? Ooh, so Technically, no... BUT. I do create tribute characters for SYOT (Submit Your Own Tribute) fics, which is more of a collaboration than co-writing. I also have three fics I've written for the Victor Exchange event in the SYOT Verses discord server where the pov victor characters were created by another author and I wrote their stories (and I received a fic for the victor character I created!) So again, not Reeeally co-writing, but. Collaboration !!! Uhh I was really into Barriss/Ahsoka in high school. FinnRey starwar is also<3

What's your all-time favorite ship? Scratches head uhhhhh.. all time favorite..? If my ocs count, I will say Maritrix (Venatrix and Mariposa) and also Oberon and Dagmara. Otherwise, uhhhhh..... I will be real, it has been a Long time since I've cared about any specific ships to the level where I need to read or write fanfiction about them LOL. I was really into Barriss/Ahsoka back in high school. Also FinnRey starwar<3

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

What are your writing strengths? Ooh I love writing dialogue, and also fight scenes!! Description is fun too c: But yeah, I have been called the fight scene queen by a friend once so I think that counts as a strength LOL.

What are your writing weaknesses? I have no weaknesses I'm perfect (sunglasses emoji). /J bvhjfvfbh.. I'm Slow. I get hung up sometimes on structure/style things while writing and it makes the process take a bit longer. I think also sometimes I tend to meander a bit... I could use a lesson in conciseness jvhhbfv.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It seems like good practice !! Like I said, I had wanted to translate one of my fics into French as practice.. Not sure if that's what this question is asking, or more of like. A bilingual character or something..? Idk ! I think if it's something that you want to get better at, it would also be wise to get concrit from a native speaker on how natural it sounds.

First fandom you wrote for? Warriorcats ! :3c

Favorite fic you've ever written? I /gen enjoy most of my writing.. I know not all people do and I'm not trying to brag or anything, I just. I pander to myself LMAO. But my Favorite TM has gotta be True Vengeance ;-; It's the longest thing I've ever written (and probably will be for a while), and I've spent every day for the past ~3 years thinking about it, so. That is telling hbvdhbf.

Tagging: @illegalcryptid @emeraldflower25 @rivalhughs @ladyqueerfoot @justafunctionalmess @conschintz and general tag for anyone who wants to answer !!

#nell clownery here #writing stuff #tag game #true vengeance 151 #hunger games #the hunger games #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #20 questions for writers

[glitchysquidd]

Do you have any art tips squidd

Uh nope, other than practice makes perfect ig.

I'm horrible at tips dude

All the shit I learned is completely self taught and I don't even know what I'm doing 90% of the time

#hunnis world asked #hunnis world #time to sleep.. #sNORK #Mimimimi #SNOOORK mimimi

[i-love-you-all]

A Gift for Who?

AO3 Link in case you prefer that.

Posted at 11:17pm, Feb 14, 2023 so technically still Valentine’s day :p

Also went outside my comfort zone the more I wrote so ig the primary ship is Skye/Yoru, but tremorbolt does make an appearance, and I have something else for tremorbolt later this week that’s semi-valentines day related.

4.8k Words, continued under the keep reading line. No real warnings, I don’t think...

“What, you’re telling me that no one has ever given you flowers before?”

Skye was staring at Sage with what must’ve been a ridiculous look on her face. She knew her eyes were wide, jaw slightly agape, and yet… well…

“How?”

Sage shrugged, too busy with looking over the leaves and preening the plant Skye had asked her to look over. What started as just a plant sitting job has turned into a weekly meeting between them. Sage found comfort in the work, and Skye could use the help. “I’ve received chocolates before. Cards as well.”

“But not flowers?”

“Not flowers,” Sage shook her head. “They’re much more expensive, and well… once I got older, I moved to the monastery.”

“And not since, huh?”

“No. But I don’t mind. I spent my time there training, but also, I took care of flowers. I didn’t want dead ones anymore.” She finished off the flower, snipping just a few more leaves before setting the pot aside.

“But still…” Skye trailed off. She didn’t want to keep hammering on this point. It would only make Sage feel worse and—

“WHAT?”

Both her and Sage stood up in an instant to face the source of the noise, only to relax once they saw Phoenix standing up with his chair knocked a few feet back. Cypher was chuckling while still staring at the chessboard between them, and even Sova had a small smile on his face. The hunter looked up at them first, smile widening a little more as he realized what happened. Closer to the kitchenette, even Yoru stopped staring at the chess board and was staring at them, though he had the decency to look away when he made eye contact with Skye. Good. Wasn’t like they were the ones to cause the disturbance. But Sova kept staring at her, even after Yoru walked by Skye to leave the room.

Skye liked Sova; they became fast friends when she first joined. Both of them loved nature, and they also loved animals. Sova would show her pictures, and she let him practice his tracking skills on her summons. But even with all their time together, she had trouble reading him. He looked amused at the outburst, but he looked at them with something else. It wasn’t just mirth.

And like she thought, he came to her later that evening when she was alone in the green house. Skye had been doing some late-night check-ins with her plants. She had just set down a watering can when she heard Sova clear his throat. Her arm tensed, but at least it was better than the times he had snuck up on her without making his presence known.

“I have a bell if you wanna hang that around your neck,” she offered.

He offered a small smile. His eyes flickered to plants along the side, and she could practically see him trying to frame the perfect shot on some of them. “Need one of them?”

His eyes flicked back to her. “No, I was just wondering if you’ve had experience with flower arrangements?”

“Uh, a little. But I haven’t thought about it in a long time.” With other things in her life, and other goals taking priority, she let that one hobby of hers fade. “Why’re you asking?”

“I would like to make a bouquet for someone, but of course, I’m on standby here. I cannot leave base right now.”

“And Valentine’s day is coming up?” Skye asked.

He nodded. “You have beautiful flowers, and I would be willing to pay for your plants and your services.”

Skye was about to ask why he was coming so suddenly with this idea. It felt very last minute, but then she remembered the conversation from this afternoon. Flowers. Sage had never received flowers before.

“Aw, look at you, cutie. ‘Bout time someone stepped up and got Sage some flowers.”

His smile gave away perhaps the bit of embarrassment he had kept under wraps until then.

“Name a price, and we shall negotiate,” he said.

“Nah, this is too cute to ask for money,” she waved him off. “But come wintertime, I’m gonna need someone to help move the pots into this greenhouse.”

“I will be there,” Sova smiled.

“Then that’s all settled!” She started walking out, even reaching up to plant a hand on his shoulder as she led him out.

For the next few days, she helped Sova prepare flowers. They talked about colours, patterns, and even dabbled a little in meanings. Neither of them was very familiar with the last topic, and after discovering the intricacies that went into floral messages, she could practically smell Sova’s brain frying. English as a second language was probably only making it that much more complicated for him to learn, so the secret meaning idea was quickly discarded. A theme would work much better with his vision, or lack of one as she soon found out.

Skye eagerly suggested pretty pinks and reds. Roses. A classic bouquet to show his love. However, he was quick to dismiss that. While she felt like he was going about a Valentine’s bouquet all wrong, she kept her mouth shut while he looked over flowers with pretty yellows and purples. Flowers that would probably scream “just friends” to any other woman. So, yeah, maybe Sova’s dumb man brain was just looking at the colours he personally liked rather than thinking about the overall meaning. She did draw a line at sunflowers though. The ultimate symbol of friendship. No. None of those, even though Sova looked a little rejected when she said so – or as rejected as a stoic Russian mercenary could look.

She took no pleasure in trying to guide the stubborn hunter into a path that would lead to a successful Valentine’s day celebration, and she let that be known when she met up with Breach later on in the day.

“I just… What’s he trying to do? No girl’s gonna get some mum’s bouquet and swoon. If he wants this to work, he needs to get his head out of his own ass and start thinking about this from Sage’s perspective!”

Breach paused, woodcarving knife just barely against the little wooden statuette he had been working on with Skye for the past month. “This is Sova who’s getting flowers for Sage?”

“Yeah.” Hadn’t he been listening? She wanted to ask. Then, when he looked down at the little figurine he was detailing, something clicked in her head.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Breach. I know you’ve been working on this for a while.”

He sat back in his chair, placing the blade and the little owl charm off to the side while he seemed to think. When he looked back at Skye, the look turned much less pensive, and a little more confidence. His bravado was showing again, and he smirked at Skye. “No need to be sorry. It won’t matter.”

Even though he put this façade back up, she felt knots in her stomach. God, she wished she caught this earlier, maybe even dissuaded Sova from his plan. Instead, she got so swept away that she led Sova down this path, thus shutting the door on Breach’s hopes.

“Well, you put in good work on the owl, yeah? Why not finish it for yourself?”

“It’s not for myself,” Breach said, looking at the little owl.

Skye looked down at her own bit of work, another Tasmanian tiger, almost absent mindedly brushing over the newest portions she’s carved off. There would probably be a few splinters to contest with later, but right now her anxiousness was overriding her common sense. “Yeah… yeah of course.”

Breach didn’t say much else, but he leaned forward on the desk again and picked up the charm and the knife.

“I’m almost done. Should be ready by then.”

And ok… She looked over at Breach, trying to see if he was trying to mess with her at this point. But he was just whittling away at the owl now, not really paying her any attention.

“So… How’s it been between you and him?”

“Sova?” Breach’s eyes flickered to her right before resuming his work. “It’s been the same, I guess. We talked in the morning over his tea and my coffee. Bit of banter and the like.”

It wasn’t her place to comment, but he was right in the sense that there’s been no change in their relationship. Ever since he asked her for help with this little Valentine’s day project, she’s been keeping an eye on the two of them. And sure, they no longer went at each other’s throats like they used to, but they didn’t smile at each other, she didn’t catch any secret looks between them, not like when she caught Killjoy and Raze. So, yeah, maybe she was worried for the big, part-mechanical man. His heart wasn’t made of metal after all.

He stayed for less time than normal that evening, and Skye stayed for much longer. She thought about all the things she should’ve said instead, some way to maybe shield Breach. At least if Sova was the one to break his heart, he wouldn’t blame her. She just kept looking around the greenhouse, nitpicking at her plants while she was lost in thought.

“Skye?”

The new voice startled her, and she looked towards the entrance where Yoru was leaning against the wall.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Just thinking.” She took a deep breath, feeling the energy around her stir as she focused on it. When she felt it balance out, she opened her eyes and shot a smile towards Yoru. He paused mid-step towards her. “I’m fine.”

“So, I can see.” He stood up straight now, staring at anything – the ground even – instead of at her.

“Were you looking for me?”

He opened his mouth once before closing it and shrugging. “No… Just… I needed one of your plants. I was hoping to come around when no one else was here.” There was a pause, then, “Sorry if I walked in on something. I’ll come back some other time.”

“No, you can…” She trailed off when she saw him walk off around a corner.

She sighed at nothing in particular. There was nothing she could do now for the Swede. It was all in his own hands.

.

Over the next few days, she spent more and more of her time with Sova. First was sketching the overall look they wanted, next was setting the base and decorating the vase Sova wanted, and only on the day before, would they actually stick the flowers in. The final design they went for was a mix of yellow alstroemeria with bunches of pink flowers, the only bit of romantic flair she could convince him to add. And she was glad that he fought back on her ideas because even as she suggested the pretty pink blooms, she felt the bitterness well up at the back of her throat.

Breach… he was walking his heart right into a slaughter.

She would still talk to Breach on occasion. He came by less and less, especially as their little project finished up. That wasn’t what she noticed. She noticed the shorter gym sessions, the increased disappearances, even the looks over her shoulder at no one in particular and secret messages he’d turn away from her.

The evening before Valentine’s day, the last thing he said to her as she warned once more that Sova was sending Sage flowers was, “Things’ll work out. Trust me.”

Argh. That stubborn…

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong?” She said out loud. Yoru was helping her water and care for all the plants now that Sage was on mission. She would be back tomorrow, so Sova’s plans would go well, and so Breach’s heart would get broken.

At least there was someone other than greens to hear her this time. She had just sent Sova away with the bouquet of flowers before Yoru swung by to get some fresh mint. That package was still on the table, wrapped up and yet untouched now that he was here filling up another watering can.

“It sounds like you’ve done as much as you can. Why do more?”

She gave him a deadpan look. At least he had the sense to look ashamed as his eyes flicked back to the plants.

“Because I want them both to be happy, and I want Sage happy too. But this way, I feel like I’m not giving Breach a fair shot.”

“You were patient enough to teach him how to carve something. That’s plenty.”

She sighed. Skye would like to argue, but she was both too tired to, and all out of arguments. Yoru was right. She did as both of them wanted. It wasn’t her fault that Sova didn’t like him like that. It wasn’t her fault that Breach fell for Sova anyways.

“All this drama is just too much,” she sighed. “You know, I’ve never understood Valentine’s day.”

Yoru froze. “You haven’t?”

“No! Can ya blame me? All this drama, and…” she sighed, maybe for the hundredth time this hour.

“I think the idea is nice. Love and… stuff.”

She snorted a laugh, quickly coughing to cover it up. She heard a watering can be set down as Yoru was suddenly interested in something in one of the troughs, unaware of the momentary amusement he just brought her.

“Thanks, you know?” She leaned against the only desk in this place while she watched him lift the water-filled can up and turned to her. So what if she liked the look of his shoulders as he worked? Not like she normally saw him like this when he kept that bright blue jacket on.

“No need. You said Sage wasn’t around, and I needed your garden. A trade’s a trade.”

She never realized just how little he said. But there was a depth to his tone that made her feel like he wanted to be here. He wasn’t trying to brush her off.

“Yeah, but for listening to me ramble, you know? Not everyone can stand that.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

They continued on with a little bit of chatter, a little on Jett and Phoenix’s latest shenanigans and a little on Skye’s most recent experiments with her radiant powers. By the time he left, Skye was a lot more relaxed. Worried, but no longer endlessly anxious. It was perhaps the only thing that got her to sleep knowing what the next day would bring.

.

With a mission coming back and a debrief as well as various meetings throughout the day, Skye actually didn’t get a chance to meet up with Sage, Sova, or Breach to figure out how things went. She knew how they’d go, but she needed to be there for Breach at least. Though, she wasn’t even sure if or when Sage got her flowers and if or when Sova got the owl charm. It was frustrating though, how those thoughts stayed in her mind even when she was doing her job and focusing on other tasks.

“Skye!”

She looked up from the map Brimstone placed in front of her. She had been trying to study it, commit all the landmarks to memory, but she was just getting so distracted. Sage was practically waltzing into the room though. In her hands was the white vase with the pale pink ribbon, bright pink and yellow flowers poking out at the top.

She looked happy. That could only mean that Sova was happy too. And Breach would be on his own.

“Aww look at that! You got your flowers!”

She nodded. “I came here to thank you! I’d recognize these flowers as yours any day. The smell is so wonderful, and the colours are so bright and pretty!” Then, in a lower voice, she murmured, “And while Sova is quite capable, this has your touch to it. Thank you.”

“Shucks, it was nothing,” Skye said, unable to stop smiling from the joy radiating off Sage. “It was Sova’s idea though, he should deserve some credit.”

“Of course, he and I talked about this and the process. Who knew when he first joined that he’d be so sensitive?” She was staring at the flowers now, a dreamy look overtaking her features.

“What are you up to tonight?”

“Oh, I had plans with Brimstone and Viper, but first I need to find the perfect place to put them. They’ll freshen up my room after I was gone for so long.” With that, she walked down the hall.

Huh. Her plans… weren’t exactly what she was expecting, but if they were pre-existing ones, then Skye guessed that Sage felt obligated to keep them. But this also meant… She had to find Breach.

The first place she went to was the dorm hall. She tried to knock on the door to his room, but no one answered. She had already tried to text Breach, but Breach wasn’t responding. She didn’t blame him, but she felt like he shouldn’t have blamed her either. But after trying the gym, lounge, and the training room, she had no other options but to hunt down the information broker.

Cypher looked up at Skye as she approached, remembering the last time he didn’t let her know that he saw she was there and she slammed the table, underestimating her strength and sending a few of his chess pieces flying. She took a seat this time, across from him and clasped her hands together on the table.

“I reckon you know where Breach is. I haven’t seen the bludger all day!”

He tilted his head a little. “And you assume I know where he is?”

“Don’t ya?”

Cypher looked down at the chessboard again. He could try to negotiate something with Skye, but that would take time and she could be quite stubborn when she felt like she was being ripped off… which just so happened to be every deal he has ever tried to make with her. But he looked tired, and Skye was serious. She just had to try very hard not to look too gleeful so that the next time she needed something, he would come to the same conclusion: it was easier and harmless to just give her what she wanted.

“I saw him heading towards the stairs up to the roof. How he got a key…” Cypher shrugged. “Try there.”

“Thanks. You’re a real beaut.” And she rushed off.

She ran up to the stairwell, swiping her card multiple times in a rush to open the door. Finally, on the fifth or sixth try, she got it to open, and she rushed up. Time had passed without her realizing. Just how many hours did she spend in that room? She had to blink her eyes a few times to get adjusteed to the darkness, but as she was starting to see her surroundings, she heard a few concerning things.

“Is that all you want from me?”

That was Breach, and he was talking to…

“Breach—” Sova… Shit.

She rushed around the rooftop storage to where the voices were coming from, and she froze. In front of her, Sova had his back up against the wall, one hand on Breach’s hip, and the other wrapped up in red hair at the back of Breach’s head. And Breach. She couldn’t actually see Breach’s face because it was pressed up against Sova’s neck to… well.

Without her even saying anything, maybe just from her footsteps, Sova’s head turned towards her, and his eyes widened. As the realization that he was caught hit, he yanked on Breach’s hair hard enough to pull his head back.

“What the—” Breach started forming the last word of that sentence just as he followed Sova’s eyes to Skye. It felt like his words echoed in the night air as he understood what Sova was worried about.

The two men looked at each other, and Skye just… It was like they had a whole conversation, and she didn’t speak the language. Just from their faces alone. When did they get this close?

“I told you things would be fine,” Breach smirked as he turned back towards Skye. “He liked the owl. Right?”

Sova scoffed, but then he smiled at Skye, “You did a good job teaching him. If you truly did not do most of the work.”

Breach gave a mock offended look, but then quickly leaned in to peck Sova on the lips.

“Sova,” Skye started. She was genuinely happy for Breach. She wanted this for him – to find someone else he got along with, but Sage… She seemed so happy. And for Sova to be up here with Breach meant that she would only get hurt. “I never knew you’d be such a two-timing bastard.”

He had the indecency to look shocked, as if he expected her to be polite.

“I never cheated on Breach,” he said.

“Not Breach – Sage!”

Sova’s face went blank, not from guilt, but something else. And of course, Breach picked up on whatever was going on because he couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Sova,” he mock scolded the hunter. “How dare you!”

And that got Sova to move, though not much as his hand still in Breach’s hair just tugged a little reminding him that he did know how to hurt Breach, even if he didn’t want to.

Sova looked back at Skye and said, “I respect Sage, and I enjoy her company, but I was never interested.”

“She looked so happy about the flowers though! How could you of all people—”

“There’s a misunderstanding,” Sova said with his hands up in front of him. A surrender, especially as Skye took steps towards him. “I gifted her flowers, yes, but I didn’t choose overly romantic flowers. And when I gave them to her, I made it clear that it was just a gift between friends. I respect her as a leader, but I do not see her as a love interest. She was pleased all the same, no?”

“So she knows?” She could practically feel her blood pressure dip back down to normal. “You didn’t lead her on?”

Sova shoved his hands in his pockets, and Breach automatically pressed up against him, like a shield against the wind. “No. I have no intention of making her think otherwise. It was just a token of friendship. She knows.”

“That’s… good.” Ok, so she was the one misinterpreting this all Valentine’s day thing.

“Plus, she’s spending the night with Brimstone and Viper. Do you really think they’re just gonna watch a movie? All three? In a dark room?” Breach teased.

Huh. So, there was a lot more going on around here than she thought. “What about that rule?”

“You’re talking to me. What rules?” Breach scoffed.

Sova gave him a soft slap, something that got Breach’s attention more than hurt him. Breach leaned over once more to press a kiss to Sova’s forehead and asked the hunter, “If you’re still cold you can leave first. I can finish this talk for us.”

Sova nodded.

“Your room or mine?” Breach asked as Sova walked away.

Skye watched him tilt his head, then with what she could only describe as a mischievous look – something she thought she’d never seen from Sova of all people – Sova pointed to himself. Breach nodded and watched him all the way until she heard the door close.

“Look, sorry for scaring you, but really, thank you. Couldn’t have pulled off tonight without your help with the owl. And I’m sure Sova would say the same about the flowers.”

She punched his arm, forgetting that they were metal for a second before Breach raised his eyebrows and her knuckles hurt a little. “Piss off. Ya fucking…”

He chuckled and she just shook her head.

“All that time helping us though,” Breach started, “Did you get yourself anything for Valentine’s? A date maybe?”

Skye rolled her eyes. “Not likely. Seems like everyone’s paired up already anyways.”

“Some are trio’d.”

She pulled a face, not even sure what it was for, but Breach snorted a laugh. Then, he looked past her and tapped her shoulder. “Might not be too late for you.”

Behind her, standing just at the door, was Yoru with a small box in his hands. He looked… awkward didn’t even begin to describe him. His hair was done up, but he was in a nice shirt instead of his jacket, and he looked genuinely anxious, a look she had never seen on him before.

In a more sing-song voice, Breach added, “Have fun, flower girl. Don’t forget to use some protection, ja?”

She tried to punch him again as he walked off, but his strides were long and was quickly out of reach. He whispered something to Yoru as he passed, and the riftwalker regained his characteristic annoyed features before Breach closed the door behind him, and Yoru was alone with Skye.

“Hey,” she started. And with what Breach said, the gift in Yoru’s hand, and all the increased visits, she was sure about what he was going to ask, but she still couldn’t believe it.

His cheeks were flushed a light pink as he stepped up, and if she didn’t know better, she’d say that it was due to the cold. But she would have to be dense to ignore the far more likely explanation.

“Let me guess. You really didn’t need mint leaves that night. And Sage didn’t really tell you to help me water the plants?”

He shuffled his feet a little, staring at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Then, he swallowed and shook his head. As he did, he looked her in the eyes and his arrogant façade was completely gone. He looked nervous, excited, and hopeful.

“You’re… You’re really cool.” His tone was the same one someone would use as they unwillingly gave up secrets. Maybe her face gave away her thoughts too because he followed it up with, “I mean that in a good way. I… You’re really good at your job, and uh…”

He sighed and stared at the stars. Like they would help him now.

“Is the gift for me?” she asked, trying to help him out.

“Yeah. I… made it for you. I thought you would… like it?”

Carefully, as though it were the most precious gem, and it might as well have been because, well, gosh darn it, he was just the cutest right now. She undid the pretty pink ribbon and lifted the lid off, handing it to his outstretched hand. She couldn’t help her reaction though. She felt her mouth drop open just a little as her eyes widened. On what looked like a silver chain bracelet, there were bits of what looked like wood carved vines looping between the various links and holes. Spaced out along the vine were well polished looking flowers, all painted to perfection, creating the illusion of a vine wrapping around her wrist.

“Holy…” She looked up at Yoru. “You said you made this?”

His eyes were narrowed as he was trying to gauge her reaction. “Yes? Breach would record your lessons and I would listen to them after you taught him. He… He helped. But I did the wood parts. And the painting.”

She handed him the box as she took the bracelet out, still admiring the work on it. Sure, there were a few bits here and there that she would carve differently, but this was still better than amateur work.

“Seems like I did a good job.” And there it was. His confidence was creeping back now. “I hope you like it.”

“I… I love it!” She threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight. “This is amazing! No one’s ever done something like this for me.”

She hung it over her wrist, and he helped her do the clasp. Now that they were standing so close, and his head was dipped slightly so he could see the bracelet in the moonlight, she could study him. His small scrapes and scars, the furrow of his eyebrows as he concentrated, and the way he clenched his jaw. When he looked back up at her, she could only think to do one thing.

Skye leaned in towards him. His one hand that was on her wrist still slid to her elbow, then her ribs, then finally to her waist. He helped hold her up to him so that when she closed her eyes, she could feel his breath on other lips. And when they actually kissed, it just felt natural to her. Like how the wind coursed through the mountains, or how a river flowed over earth, the power of the world around them coursing through her veins, it was natural. Something they didn’t have to worry about.

When they parted, noses and foreheads still pressed against each other, she could only let out a breathy chuckle that he joined in with too.

“Thanks, Yoru. This was…”

“The best Valentine’s day?”

She thought for a bit, watching as he rolled his eyes when he realized she was just playing with him, and she nodded her head. “Yeah. I’d reckon it’s the best day I’ve ever had period.”

#Valorant #valorant fanfiction #yokye #valorant skye #valorant yoru #valorant sova #valorant breach #sova #breach #skye #yoru #tremorbolt #Valentine's day fluff #a gift for who #oneshot #my writing

[datorchoe]

Hey uh, hello. You can just call me Rat Anon, ig. But uh, I had a question, are you still writing and doing headcanons for TES? Well, if so.. I had a request, would you mind doing some cuddle hcs for Ancano, Enthir, Neloth, Ralis, or Teldryn? Are you comfortable writing for girls? If so would it be okay to ask for cuddle hcs of Elenwen or Brelyna? If not that's perfectly fine no pressure. And one last thing, are you okay with being asked about writing about other's ocs? Srry I'm kinda new herehH

Im VERY comfortable writing for women if ya know what I mean ;)

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Ancano

- Does not cuddle. He is a very distinguished member of the Thalmor, cuddling is beneath him! Oh, he's always the little spoon by the way. He grumbles when he isn’t 

- He will only cuddle with you before bed, no where else. He loves to have you hold him when he's had a long day and just play with his hair while he just listens to your heartbeat. The perfect way to end the day :)

Enthir

- Enthir isn’t too big on cuddling if I’m honest. If you want cuddles, he’ll gladly conform, but it's just not his thing. But he's so damn comfortable you can't help it

- His favorite type of “cuddling” is holding you and swaying to nice music. He really likes that cause it's just so pure. Very soft man. 

Neloth

- Very much like Ancano, cuddles are beneath a man of his status. But he can’t say no to you. He loves you too much. Always starts out as the big spoon, but winds up being the little spoon. 

- The only way to get him away from something he’s been working on for days is to make him come cuddle with you. Again, he just can’t say no. 

Ralis

- Ralis is the type of guy to be really sad when you haven’t cuddled with him in a while, but never say anything. Even if you ask, he refuses to admit it. You just have to coerce him into it. 

- Literally can’t keep his hands off you while you're sleeping. Like bro I’m tryna get some sleep, calm down.

Teldryn

- Has never once been the little spoon. He refuses to. His masculinity demands it! 

- But he's really comfortable because he's so muscular. Homie will also whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he practically rocks you to sleep. It's so comforting and you fall asleep super quick. 

Elenwen

- This woman NEVER sits, let alone sleeps. You literally have to DRAG her to where you wanna cuddle. Even then it takes a horse tranquilizer to keep her down. 

- But honestly, she quite enjoys it because it gives her time to calm down and reassess her thoughts about whatever she's working on. 

Brelyna

- She’s a very cuddly person, but like, hug-cuddly. You can’t really cuddle with her for too long cause she’ll move or leave. 

- You can’t cuddle with her at night either cause she's too busy cuddling the thousands of stuffed animals she owns. They get more attention than you :( 

#The Elder Scrolls #Elder Scrolls #TES Skyrim #Skyrim #ancano #enthir #neloth #ralis sedarys #teldryn sero #elenwen #brelyna maryon #dorc writes

[geminusrufus]

Scraping Raw HTML

Say you're browsing through the library of searchable Greek inscriptions on the Packard Humanities Institute website. While you're there, browsing through the Boeotian inscriptions as one does, you find the inscription IG VII 2708. You read it, and something catches your eye: that αὐτῦς in line 5 — that looks an awful lot like a dative plural! But if that's the case, why is it not spelled αὐτοῖς? Is this evidence of a consistent dialectal feature in the area? In order to figure that out, you need to collect more evidence. There's a few ways of going about it.

The first option which comes to mind is to start copy-pasting data from the website into a spreadsheet. This has the benefit of being immediately available, since you only need an internet connection, a spreadsheet editor, and patience. In fact, this is how I collected my data for my first epigraphic survey, way back in the first semester of my masters!

However, this option is pretty seriously flawed. There are multiple thousands of inscriptions on this one site, so any increase to the size of the study corpus would mandate a disproportionate amount of time spent on data collection. For my first survey, I spent an entire week on collection — flipping through and copying texts like it was 1802 — and I only gathered 248 inscriptions. At the time I was pleased with the amount I collected, but it only took a few days of work for me to see how inefficient the whole process was.

The next option is automation. Fortunately, this task is the perfect candidate! First, it's repetitive: copy the inscription number, paste it, copy the date, paste it, copy the text... that sort of repeated work is exactly what computers excel at. Next, it's consistent: every inscription page is laid out in the same format as every other, making it simple to find the appropriate data. Any code scraping the library wouldn't need to worry about page format or how the data is stored, since the relevant info is always in the same place. Finally, it's boring as hell to do by hand. That alone should be reason enough.

"So, uh, how do we do that?"

Great question! Look at the right side of the page (you still have G VII 2708 open, right?). See the green text there? The one that says "PH146216" — click it. Now look at the address bar and squint contemplatively as you notice that the number in the button you pressed is also at the end of the inscription's URL.

Now, hit the back button. The number should still be there, but with a bunch of other gook at the end. But none of that gook is actually necessary, just the PH number! Let's test it out: replace that number in the URL with "1" and... good heavens it took us to a different inscription. We could put anything there and the site will try to serve us a corresponding inscription!

Okay, some code. Let's make a function that builds a URL for us. For this, we'll use the R function paste() to combine the main body of the URL with a chosen PH number.

paste('https://inscriptions.packhum.org/text/', ph_no, sep = "")

Notice the sep = "" in there. That just tells the function that we don't want anything to separate the two elements as they are pasted together. For convenience, we can save this as the variable link.

link = paste('https://inscriptions.packhum.org/text/', ph_no, sep = "")

(Line breaks don't typically matter in R, and they can make things a lot easier to read. Normally there would be better indentation, but somebody thought we didn't need that in our posts any more.)

Now we need to tell the code to access that URL. To do that, we'll use the function read_html() from the library rvest. NB: libraries are essentially code someone else has written. That's a bit reductive, since libraries offer some standardization, consistency, and ease of use... but it's also definitely true. However, I don't know how to open a page in R entirely from scratch, and it's usually best practice to use a library anyways, so here it is. Whenever we use a function imported from a library, it will be preceded by the library name and two colons, like this: rvest::read_html(). This notation is a little slower for the computer than just saying read_html(), but it's a lot better for readability.

anyways, now that we have a URL saved, let's have R scrape it and save it as the variable page.

page = rvest::read_html(link)

Great! Now we have all the raw HTML for any PH number we want! Now we just wrap it into a custom function so that we could use an arbitrary number without editing any code:

MakePage = function(ph_no) { link = paste('https://inscriptions.packhum.org/text/', ph_no, sep = "") page = rvest::read_html(link) return(page) }

It looks like a lot, so let's break it down. The first line tells R that MakePage is now a name, that the name corresponds to a function, and that the function takes the variable ph_no as an input. That input can be anything — the text ph_no is just a placeholder.

Lines 2-4 take the input ph_no and creates a URL with it, which it saves as the variable link. Line 5 then uses that link to grab whatever raw HTML it can find, then saves it as the variable page.

Line 6 is the function's return. See, a function is just a collection of actions. They do stuff. They're great at doing stuff. They live to do stuff. Except they suck at doing stuff to things, and they can only actually output one stuff-ed thing at a time. No matter how many inputs you provide to a function, it can only output one. When you want it to output something, you use return() — so, here, the function is returning the variable page, meaning any other function could use that variable if we told it to.

And there it is! A function!

It looks nicer in R studio, doesn't it?

If you run that function, it will spit out some HTML at you!

And if you want to use that HTML later (and we do!), then simply save it to a variable!

voilà!

Next time we'll look at what exactly is in that HTML and how you can use it to answer your αὐτῦς question from earlier! (You remembered that, right?)

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