#i'm procrastinating so hard on starting the patterning for this sleeve

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

Cardigan S (Pattern | Yarn | Thread)

I have officially cast on for this cardigan! Sleeve #1 (aka Swatch #3). The OG swatch I used size US 8 needles for both the pattern and the ribbing which is exactly what the pattern states but honestly I think my ribbing looks like dogwater. For Sleeve #1 I swapped to a US 6 for the ribbing and then on the increase row swapped back to US 8. The pattern also has you go directly from ribbing into pattern rows but I'm inserting a wrong side stockinette row for that increase/needle size up and we'll see how it looks.

My pocket swatch/Swatch #2/the one mostly covered up by my hand gave both good and bad news. In good news, 26 stitches is wide enough both for my hand and more importantly my cellphone. In bad news, it wants the pockets to only be five inches tall, and that is NOT enough for either my hand or my cellphone. Easy fix esp considering I plan on completely ignoring every single direction on how to make the pockets Except for the actual stitch count. More on that once I get the Second (and hopefully last) yarn I ordered for pockets.

I didn't realize but because of this shiny thread I'm going to have to knit both sleeves and the two front pieces one at a time.... Taking lots of notes for how many rows I do things in to hopefully match them well enough.

[mamichigo]

Title: picture frame

Pairing: Dazai/Atsushi

Rating: G

Word count: 1,7k

Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Writer Dazai, Photographer Atsushi

Summary: "Your tired smiles, your warm eyes. I collect all the important parts of you, protected by picture frames."

Notes: This is my gift for @katsuriya! (Katsu ily). Written for @dazatsu-exchange.

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"Can't you guys just do whatever you want? It's not like I would know anything about organizing events like this. Yeah, I know I signed up for it but— Kunikida-kun, this is torture! You're bullying your author! I'm gonna die of a heart attack… Yes, yes, I'll do it, geez."

Dazai had been on the phone with his editor for the better part of the last two hours. Atsushi watched him pace around the low table of the living room. If it were possible, he would've digged holes with the force of his footsteps alone. After that last sentence, Dazai cycled through a series of empty "uh huh", "yes", "alright", until he finally put the phone down with a sigh.

"Atsushi-kun…" Dazai whined. He slumped, then crouched, then finally lied down with his face to the floor. "This is unbearable."

"Is Kunikida-san being strict as usual?"

"As usual? It's much worse than that!" Dazai slapped the floor weakly. "Just because it's almost New Year, it shouldn't affect my schedule. But I have the deal with the manga department now, and I'm technically the co-author, plus they can't get anything through without my approval. I've been pulled into their holiday season events, it's awful."

Atsushi, feeling sympathy for the clearly overworked author, padded his way and joined Dazai on the floor. He sat down on his knees and patted Dazai's head gently.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Dazai gurgled some sound that Atsushi couldn't decipher the meaning of, and made no further attempt to communicate. Atsushi continued to play with Dazai's hair until he had wallowed long enough to feel ready to roll over and look up at Atsushi. There were clear dark circles under his eyes.

"This is what happens when you actually do your work," Dazai whispered mutinously.

Atsushi laughed and threatened to let his editor know he said that. Dazai, betrayed, pinched Atsushi's thigh. Because Atsushi was a good person and he loved his partner very much, he ignored the sting and leaned down to kiss Dazai's cheek.

"Would you let me do a photoshoot with you?" Atsushi asked.

Dazai lolled his head to nuzzle against Atsushi's knee. He looked up at Atsushi questioningly. "Right now?"

"Only if you want to," Atsushi reassured. "Nothing fancy, you don't even need to change clothes. I think it'd be a nice distraction."

Dazai hummed; Atsushi felt the vibrations up his leg. He squirmed a little.

"If it is your desire, then it is also mine, there's no request I would refuse except for those that cause you harm," Dazai said in a low voice. It sounded like a quote, maybe from something he was working with. Though, it could just as easily be something he came up with on the spot. It was hard to tell, with Dazai.

"You're really too much," Atsushi admonished.

Dazai laughed, tired but carefree. "If you insist, then, in normal terms that's a yes."

"Let me get my camera."

Atsushi got up to do that and changed the lens to one of his best ones. Besides that, Atsushi didn't bother with any other equipment, though the lights and reflectors that seemed to be in Dazai's place more than his own were readily available. These pictures were just for himself, so he would work with whatever lighting there was.

(There was a special allure to Dazai that couldn't be captured quite right in artificial light.)

Dazai was still in the same spot when Atsushi came back, drawing invisible patterns with his index finger and whispering to himself.

Atsushi waited until he stopped to ask, "New idea?"

"A flash of inspiration that might save me from my writer's block in the future."

"That's some powerful inspiration."

Dazai raised his hand to Atsushi, who helped him up by the arm. Dazai rose in a smooth arc, directly into Atsushi's embrace. Atsushi poked him the ribs and pushed him away.

"I can't take your picture with you clinging to me like that."

"Ah, love is such a fickle and cruel thing," Dazai said. Despite his words, he stole a kiss as soon as Atsushi's attention flickered to his camera. "What do you have in mind this time?"

"Something for the New Years sounds fitting."

Atsushi explained what he had imagined, and Dazai, knowing the layout of his own house much better than Atsushi, suggested the locations that would be most fitting for the setting. It was a good thing that Dazai already wore a kimono as his default outfit, with the addition of his most comfortable haori and a fortune charm that he held in his calloused right hand, it made for enough of a nice image to go with the theme. Atsushi held back from saying anything when Dazai held the charm to his lips in an almost kiss, his eyelashes lowered delicately.

Not for the first time, Atsushi was impressed by the sheer size of Dazai's house. Every time they did one of these photoshoots, Atsushi felt the house became warmer; all the corners that were too empty, too sparse were filled with movement. The ghosts lingered less like this.

For the final picture, Atsushi directed Dazai back to the low table. Thankfully, the sliding door facing the garden let in enough light to capture Dazai in the gray hues of winter with his face half illuminated by it. It made for a pretty picture, even if Dazai ruined the atmosphere by biting into a mandarin like he would an apple. Atsushi's eyebrow twitched.

"Atsushi-kun, this isn't even an actual kotatsu," Dazai complained as he flopped down while Atsushi checked the last series of pictures. "This entire photoshoot is a sham."

Atsushi paused to raise his eyebrows at Dazai. He looked pointedly at the low table. "So now you admit it's not a kotatsu?"

"Well, it has the table and the warm blanket over it. It's close enough, right?" Dazai patted the tabletop. "This does the job nicely. Why would I buy a new one just for the heater?"

"You could just buy a heater by itself."

"Irrelevant."

"You're just a cheapskate."

Dazai snorted inelegantly. In this position, lying as he was, his hair fell over his eyes, half obscuring them. Both his arms were held above his head, and the sleeves of his kimono slid down to reveal rolls of bandages; the dip went low enough that Atsushi wondered if he would see a grimplss of naked skin, if he tilted his head just right. As if catching on to his thoughts, Dazai watched him like a hawk, his eyes half-lidded. There was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Atsushi made a gesture for Dazai not to move, and raised his camera to capture that expression. As he stared at the resulting picture, Atsushi thought that, out of all the other pictures, this was the one he specially wouldn't show to anyone.

"Atsushi-kun, you're getting some sort of impure thought, aren't you?" Dazai teased.

Atsushi coughed lightly. "I'm not."

"You always get this guilty look when you do it, just so you know," he helpfully informed.

Atsushi quickly turned his head. "It's just your impression."

Dazai wormed his way to Atsushi, shuffling about on his elbows. Atsushi finally relaxed from the awkward pose he had forced his legs into to get the frame he'd wished for. As soon as Atsushi let go of the camera, Dazai reached for his hand.

"Hm." Dazai poked each of Atsushi's fingers with his own. "Did that make you feel better?"

Arsushi blinked in confusion. "I'm the one who should be asking you that."

"You really shouldn't!"

"I thought you were doing this to help you forget all the publishing stress?"

Dazai gave him an indulgent smile. He let go of Atsushi's hand to reach for his camera, hanging from Atsushi's neck. Atsushi, even though still confused, lowered his head so Dazai could remove the camera. He set it aside a safe distance away from them, and pulled Atsushi down so they were in pile on the floor. Dazai wrapped an arm around Atsushi's waist.

"You get so focused on others you don't even notice your own stress, do you? It's not the worst coping mechanism, but it does make you quite oblivious your own feelings." Dazai let his words sink in before adding, "It's okay if you're not doing your best."

Atsushi inhaled carefully. Dazai's orange-like scent clung to his lungs. He relaxed onto Dazai's body.

"I dislike winter," Atsushi confessed. "It makes me think of being cold and hungry. I… I feel a lot better when I don't have to think about it."

Dazai tightened his grip. "Alright. Then I'm glad to be a distraction." He paused. "Ohhh, maybe I should start writing poems. My specialty is prose first and foremost, but I'm sure I could pull it off. I'd give you a bunch of lovesick poems, and then you'd be too preoccupied being completely, utterly in love with me."

"I'm already completely, utterly in love with you, Dazai-san."

"Then completely, utterly, ultra in love with me."

"I'm pretty sure you just want an excuse to procrastinate your new manuscript."

Arsushi couldn't see it, but he just knew Dazai was grinning. "Just a little bit. Ah, but I'm serious. You always look at peace when you take pictures of me—does wonder for my ego, by the way—, so I'm glad to be your model when you need it."

"That's because…" Atsushi took a moment to compose his words in a way that would make sense. "Usually you take pictures to feel nostalgic about the past, knowing that moment will never come back. When I take your picture, it's more like proof."

"Proof of what?"

"That I still love you, just like I loved you then. Just like I'll love you tomorrow. I think the stability of it gives me comfort when everything else is hectic."

Silence.

"Dazai-san?"

Atsushi pushed himself to his elbows. Dazai was quietly glaring at him, his face pink. Atsushi was stunned. He tried to reach for his camera, but Dazai gripped both his wrists.

"I can't handle you sometimes," Dazai managed to croak out. "I'm going to make a character who is pretty much you, and pair him with a self-insert, then have a tragic, dramatic love story for them. Don't test me."

Atsushi giggled. "Don't threaten me just because you're shy!"

"Atsushi-kun, I don't have a single shy bone in my body, take that back!"

Atsushi just watched with fondness as Dazai went on a tirade on all the ridiculous antics he would put his characters through. Atsushi chose not to let him know his heartbeat was frantic in his chest.

I love you, it wanted to say. I love you and you're wonderful.

[1987vampire]

Theo and Liam- Sharing

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 2090

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, whatever, threesome, oral (both), language, uh... WHAT DO I PUT AS WARNINGS.

Request: @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

A/N: pretty sure this isn't what you wanted, but I hope you like it because my mind went crazy and this came out of it. It sucks I know.

(People I really want to read this and give me feedback if they have the time : @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @danny-the-coolest @thelittlestkitsune @writing-obrien and all you others)

Extra:

(Gifs from @bonniebirdsgifcentre )

I ran my hand through my hair tiredly. I could feel the need for sleep slowly catching up with me. I decided that - since I had nothing to do - would study for the big test coming up Monday. It was only Saturday, but I knew I would never do it any other day, my procrastination would catch up.

I let out of yawn and stretch my arms over my head, feeling more tired than ever. I grabbed my bag and stood up. If I stayed any longer, I would end up falling asleep.

I grabbed my books and place them back on the shelf before I left the library, waving goodbye to the woman sitting at the counter.

Then, I began the long walk home. Of course, I could have a car. I have a driver's license, but I didn't have the money for one, and my parents needed theirs for their long hours at work. So, I was stuck with walking. I couldn't lie, normally I didn't care too much, but tonight, it was quiet. The street lights were the only thing that made noise besides my footsteps, and they seem to echo loudly in the night.

I trudged forward, however, clutching my bag strap tightly. I was about halfway there when a truck drove by only to stop abruptly, the tires screeching loudly.

I held my breath as the car reversed only to pull up beside me. I stopped in fear wondering who it could possibly be, when the truck window rolled down and a familiar voice greeted me.

“What the hell are you doing, princess? You're going to freeze to death! Get in here!”

I turned happily to see Theo looking at me worried. I have been so caught up and the sounds that I had barely noticed the cold, but my short sleeve shirt and jeans did not provide me much heat, leaving me shaking slightly.

“What are you doing out here,” I questioned, rubbing my hands together.

“I suppose I should be asking you the same,” Theo smirked, looking over at me.

" I was studying for test, and - shit!” I cut myself off, pulling out my phone from my bag. “I forgot to text Liam!”

Theo growled lowly and rolled his eyes. “Why do you need to talk to him?”

“Because, he's my friend, and I told him I would tell him when I was on my way home,” I mumbled, typing a quick text to him stating that Theo is driving me home. “Why? I thought you two were buddy-buddy now,” I stated.

“Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to be his friend when he's always up on top of you,” Theo stated annoyed.

“Why do you care, and what do you mean? Liam is barely with me.”

“Barely with you, my ass,” he spoke cutting off the engine as we got to my house. “He is always with you, holding you in some way to make you smell like him. It's annoying.”

I sighed and unlocked the front door, taking note that my parents weren't going to be here tonight or tomorrow.

“So what if I smell like him,” I questioned, kicking off my shoes. “Why do you care?”

“Because," Theo spoke before stopping. He looked at me quietly for a second, tracing his eyes over my face, before he did something unexpected. He quickly dipped down to kiss me softly, holding me by my waist. He pulled back just as quick with his eyes closed. "Because I like you, okay? This is probably the only time you'll see me like this, but I've liked you since the moment I met you, y/n. You are everything to me, and I hate that Liam feels the same way about you."

My eyes widened. They both like me? Of course, I couldn't deny my attraction for the two, but I never thought they would like me back. I took a deep breath before I looked up at him and whispered, “is it bad that I like you both, too?”

Theo's eyes widened before he fell back into his usual smirk. "Only if you like me more."

I laughed lightly and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a long passionate kiss, our lips molding perfectly.

Theo ran his hands down my back slowly before he pulled up my shirt, tearing it off literally, the scraps of fabric falling to the ground.

I growled playfully and bit his bottom lip. "That was a good shirt,"I whined into the kiss.

Theo chuckled and pulled back. "I'll buy you ten good shirts."

I nodded and grabbed onto his shoulders as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I pulled on his hair as we began to kiss again, my lips running down his neck, a firey feeling burning through me.

Theo walked quickly up the stairs and to my room, throwing open the door and pushing us in. He dropped me onto the bed before crawling on top. His hands desperately searched for anything to grab, my hips, stomach, and butt.

My hands carded through his hair, pulling on it as he ran his lips down my neck. He went lower and lower until he latched onto my clothed nipple, his tongue flicking out to swipe it before he pulled away, watching me squirm under him. His lips ran across my covered breasts before he reached behind me, undoing my bra and throwing it away.

He took a moment to stare at me, mumbling a 'beautiful' under his breath before he bent down and licked my fit quickly, enjoying the quiet moans falling from my lips.

He pulled back up to my lips to kiss me roughly while I pulled his shirt up and over his head, disconnecting us so I could get rid of it. My hands ran down his stomach slowly, enjoying the feeling. I bucked my hips up to him, seeing him moan lightly in pleasure, his cock restrained by his jeans.

He bent down to kiss my collarbone when I heard a gasp. I quickly turned to see Liam standing in the doorway of my room, his eyes fixated on us. Well, more so, my chest.

I flushed bright red and pulled a blanket over me. "Liam! What are you doing here?"

"I-I texted you that I was coming over to make sure you were alright and how much you got finished on your project!" He yelled, trying to look away. He was obviously embarrassed but also somewhat angry, his eyebrows creased.

Theo chuckled and stood up off the bed, crossing his arms. "Come on, Liam. It's nothing you haven't dreamed about. Well, except me of course." He stated in an arrogant tone. Liam clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes. "Besides, I'm sure y/n doesn't mind? She's expressed how she likes you too. She just likes both of us." Theo shrugged.

I stared wide-eyed. "What are you suggesting, Theo," I questioned.

"I say, you, me, and loverboy over here have a threesome."

I took a slight intake of breath and Liam gulped before we both nodded.

"I mean as long as she's okay with it," Liam mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

The two of them looked at me in questioning to where I only responded with, "I don't know, sure. Something new with you two doesn't sound too bad."

Theo smirked and Liam smiled warily. Theo strode over, grabbing my hand and pulling me up, my top half now uncovered.

"Now, babywolf," Theo stated making Liam growl at him lowly, "I say, we make her scream." Theo's tongue ran down my shoulder, biting it teasingly.

Liam took a deep breath before nodding, striding forward to take my front while Theo took my back.

The two of them seemed to have a silent communication as they ran their hands down my body, running their lips over my neck and shoulder, their hands never touching each others.

Theo ran his hand down my back and tugged at my jeans silently to which Liam unbuttoned them and helped push them down my legs. Theo ran his hand over my ass before he picked me up, placing me back on the bed. He slid in front of me, laying down, before he pulled me over so I was straddling his face. Liam sat next to me, licking at my breasts.

Theo's tongue poked out before he licked a stripe up my pussy, making me shudder slightly. His tongue began to work on my clit as his fingers pushed into a pussy and Liam worked my top half, a synchronized feeling if pleasure coursing through my body making the fire in my stomach build up, my want to scream building as well. I let out a few elongated moans when Liam but down on my nipple sending me over the edge. I came with a short scream, my body shaking from the pleasure everywhere.

Theo lapped up at me, mumbling words of approval when he pulled away slightly, pushing me softly so I laid on the bed.

"You gotta taste her," Theo groaned. Liam looked at him before I me. He quickly pulled my legs to where I was facing him and pushed his face to my pussy, licking a stripe up.

"Fuck," Liam muttered, licking his lips. "You taste good, baby."

I moaned at his words, trying to catch my breath. Meanwhile, Theo and Liam seemed to be having a quiet conversation before they both nodded in agreement.

"Babygirl," Theo muttered, laying me, "How does it sound if I take you from behind while Liam fucks your mouth?"

I groaned and nodded to him. Theo smirked and stood up with Liam, the two of them pulling down their pants to show thick cocks. I must have looked worried for a second because Liam walked forward and kissed my forehead.

"You'll be fine," he whispered before he pulled me up so I was on all fours.

Theo was behind me when he was positioned in front. Theo's cock slid against my slick folds while Liam's pressed against my lips. I whimpered lowly as Theo pushed in slowly. I took Liam in my mouth as Theo began to start a slow pace, speeding up quickly. Liam followed in suit and the two of them began a pattern that had me a moaning mess. Each one of Theo's thrusts would send me to Liam while their hands grabbed onto me.

It was as if they were everywhere, filling me with their sweet scent and heat. I groaned into Liam's cock as I could feel my release building up when Theo hit that special spot, sending me tumbling into an orgasm, my walls clenching around him. Theo groaned as he came as well, my clenching making him let go, painting my insides white.

Theo moaned and bent down, biting me roughly on my back to leave a mark before he pulled out, rolling to the side.

Liam watched him before he pulled out of my mouth and laid down, pulling me on top of him. I positioned myself over his length before sitting slowly, feeling himself slide in easily from the cum.

I slowly started to bounce up and down only to begin going fast, wanting that final release. I could already tell Liam wasn't going to last much longer, so I rolled my hips into his, sending him over the edge so he spilled inside me.

I continued to ride him for a little bit longer, helping him ride out his orgasm and sending myself into mind, screaming as I came. Pornographic moans left my mouth softly as I got off of him and fell into Theo's arms. He had been watching me the entire time.

Liam fell beside me, and I felt both of their arms wrap around me, Theo pulling a blanket over us.

"I'd say that went well," Theo stated.

Liam nodded in agreement. "What does this mean for the three of us?"

"Share?" Theo questioned.

"Sure. We'll share."

EXTRA

Scott: y/n why do you smell so weird? Like, a mix of Liam and Theo.

Liam and Theo: *smirking at each other*

Scott: *utterly confused*

Stiles: Oh my- Oh my god. I think I'm going to throw up.