needle weaving

Hey fiber artist

Knit a stitch, crochet a row, make just a little progress on your current project. If you don’t have a project find a pattern, even if it’s just to stare at it in longing. Just a little progress every day keeps your project from falling into dust and disinterest. 

Not You

Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: This is a request from a really long time ago. Haha, better late than never, I suppose…

He was mad.

You didn’t even have to look over to know he was angry. Despite the disappointment you felt in yourself at his rage, you couldn’t regret your actions. You were at war- whether Logan cared to admit it or not- there were going to be casualties. He might’ve called it reckless and stupid, but you risked your life for a greater cause. Most would call that bravery.

“If you want to say something, speak.” You sighed, readying yourself for the brunt of his anger. He didn’t disappoint.

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Summary: The book was wrinkled and faded, withered from use. Dan just wanted to sleep. Fluff.

A/N: During this I kept thinking of that one Papa John’s commercial where it’s with the alien and it was like “Round. Like home.”

Warnings: Nothing, really, just nightmares, nothing violent tho

Word Count: 1,636

      Brown eyes stared at blank curtains, eyelids nearly falling, but shooting back up again. His hands clutched tighter at the book he had been trying to read for the past hour; The cover was wrinkled and torn. The pages were dark and stained and the letters had doodles and annotations in the margins. Arms aching, he sat the book down in his lap, carefully marking the page with one hand while he struggled to bring out his phone and start to type, the brightness stinging his already bloodshot eyes.

To “Philly”: cant sleep

There wasn’t a reply, just one at the door as it softly opened and closed, a figure holding a pillow making its way in. Its footsteps were silent.


“Yeah?” There was a dip in the bed, and the younger boy caught a glimpse of a pale face with far too pretty eyes.

“Where are you at?” He pulled the book into his hands, reading the title and smiling at the curly script of It’s Not Home, and flipping to the page Dan had been holding.

“Second paragraph, third sentence,”

Phil swallowed, holding the book above him so that Dan could read along as well.

For the winding willows and the scent of the dying flowers in that back garden reminded Angelica of home, for it was home; She missed the longing look of her sister at the boy next door, she missed the way her father’s hands would crinkle the newspaper, and her mother would be sewing on the floor, legs crossed beneath her dress, even though there was a chair behind her…

Then Dan was back, four years ago, when he was shorter and his eyes didn’t have the crinkles of smiles; He was back in Phil’s guest bedroom, he was back to the fear racing in his heart at the shadows that weren’t there. The bed was creaky and his hands were fidgeting underneath the blanket, and he slid out of the quilts, sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes darting around the room, debating himself. After a few minutes of internal bickering, Dan slid out of the room and down the hall.

Phil’s bedroom door opened slowly, and the older sat up, looking at the boy in front of him, hair curly and gut twisting.

“Can I sleep in here? Sorry, I just couldn’t-”

“Of course,” Phil smiled, pulling the book closer to his chest, and pulled back the covers so that Dan could slide in. His heart raced as Phil laid back down, shutting off the lamp.




“I like you next to me,” Phil whispered, “I don’t mind,”

Dan’s face flushed, but not nearly as bright as Phil’s.

“I like you next to me, too,” Dan stuttered.

For just a second, Dan’s nerves were gone; His brain had shut down and was simply repeating the same thing over and over until it nearly had no meaning.

Kiss me.

“Do you mind if I read?”

“Go ahead,”

The lamp flicked back on, but this time Phil didn’t sit up, just pulled the book from the bedside table he had set it on, and held it, arms stiff above his head, book in the air, and Dan laughed.


“Why are you holding it like that?”

“It’s comfortable,” Phil pouted, and Dan laughed harder.

“What’s it about?”

Phil’s eyes smiled. “There’s a girl named Angelica who ran away from home with her best friend,”


“They wanted an adventure,”

“That’s a little far for an adventure,” Dan laid on his back, and looked at the book, “I mean, they could have gone camping, or something,”

“I guess,” Phil shrugged, “But it’s a good book,”

“What’s it called?”

“It’s Not Home,”

There was a comfortable silence as Dan laid on his side and closed his eyes. Soon enough, he was asleep, and then it was a nightmare; A shriek, blood splatter, his brother, his family, Phil, all of them were out of his reach, and-

Phil,” He nearly yelled, waking up with a start, the older looking at him, hands shaking him awake.

“Nightmare. Sorry,” Dan mumbled, racing heart slowing, cheeks aflame, as Phil pulled away. He reached up and touched his face, realizing he was crying. Embarrassment burned in his gut.

Phil pulled the book back out, opening to his page and leaning against the headboard, flicking the lamp on.

Angelica settled into the seat next to her mother-” Phil read aloud,

“What?” Dan questioned,

“I’m reading, shut up,” Phil said, and when Dan looked over, he was smiling. Dan relaxed next to the older, shoulders grazing, skimming the lines along with Phil.

Angelica settled into the seat next to her mother, taking in her strawberry perfume, and pulled out her own cross-stitch, hands starting to clumsily weave the needle in and out, in and out. She listened as her mother began to talk to Miss Mary in front of her. The two laughed and talked about the young woman’s boyfriend, a strong man with stubble and clean-cut hair. Guilt settled in her stomach; Why did she want to leave this? Her mother leaned over and helped Angelica as her thread became loose from the needle and re-threaded it as Miss Mary smiled and laughed politely, saying that she could never stitch herself. Why does she feel unnatural here, where everyone was kind? Why did she wish for more, when she had everything?

The two had read that book until they finished it, sunlight streaming through the curtains, Phil’s throat sore and ragged, but he could care less; Dan was asleep, mouth hanging open, eyes fluttered close.


“Are you still awake?”

“Huh?” Dan asked, and opened his eyes; He wasn’t in Phil’s old house, he wasn’t eighteen. He was twenty-two, and sitting in his shared apartment with his best friend. The word stung his brain. Just friends.

Phil shuffled beside him, and mumbled something like, “C’mere, this isn’t comfy,”

But Dan could barely hear him from the roaring in his ears, as Phil put an arm around him, pulling the boy to his chest. Dan’s head underneath his. The book in the air above them.

“Are you good?” Phil asked, and if Dan had listened close, he would have heard a tremble in his voice.

“Yeah,” Dan was so tired he nearly didn’t realize what was happening; Just that he was warm, and Phil was close, and talking, and nearly let out a content sigh as Phil’s chest rose and fell.

Angelica’s heart swelled at the sight of him. His hair was stringy and his face wasn’t clean, but he had the biggest smile that crinkled his eyes as he was ankle-deep in that river, the bottom of his trousers becoming soaked. The boy next door lifted his arms above his head, laughing, and yelled, ‘Ange! It’s so wonderful, you must try this!’ ‘What are you, crazy?’ She had screamed over the current, crossing her arms across her chest, ‘You wanted adventure, right?’ Mike yelled, and walked closer to the bank that she was close to, and said, ‘At least step on the rocks. Come out here,’ His strong hands gripped her arms loosely, leading her to a large, flat rock in front of the bank. She sighed, hopping to it, then another, then another, until there was only one more rock to jump to get to the center of the river. Immediately after leaping, she lost her footing; Algae clung to the rock, causing her shoe to loose its grip, and she let out a shriek. Arms grabbed her by the waist, bringing her close, saving her from the fall. She could feel the toes of her shoes graze the top of the stream. ‘Are you okay?’ He yelled over the current, nose touching hers. Angelica’s stomach twisted, and replied with softly placing her lips on his, not caring that the dirty river water was going to ruin her shoes, or that her sister would surely kill her; For his arms were strong and held her tight to him, and that was home.

“We’ve read this a thousand times, but I still don’t get how he holds her when they kiss,” Dan mumbled, not realizing he was burying his face into Phil’s chest, too tired to care.

“Isn’t he a farmer boy, or something? Like, he would have mega muscles,”

Dan laughed into Phil’s chest, “Yeah, I guess,”

Dan felt Phil bring the book down, closing it.

“Who was your first kiss?” Phil asked out of the blue, and Dan’s cheeks warmed, “I think I was drunk for mine, not very romantic,”

“I’ve never kissed anyone,” Dan mumbled, hiding his face, “Yeah, pretty embarrassing, right?” He let out a hollow laugh.

“No,” Phil whispered, “I kinda wish I saved mine,”


“I wish this one was my first,” Phil said, so quiet Dan could barely hear him, but the younger looked up, breathless, to see Phil staring at him; His heart was sure to explode; Then Phil leaned in slowly, and connected their lips. Dan immediately reacted, pushing back, and lightly pressing his hands into Phil’s chest.

He was smiling so hard they had to break the kiss.

“I like you,” Dan whispered, “Like, a lot,”

“I like you a lot, too.”


When the window started to leak in the sound of morning traffic, Dan woke, with a boy’s arms around his waist, and turned carefully, not wanting to wake him, until his nose was grazing Phil’s; His eyes were closed, long eyelashes fluttering his cheeks, mouth opened slightly, the striped sunlight through the shutters were cascading on his pale skin. Dan smiled at him, kissing his cheek lightly. Phil buried his head in the crook of Dan’s neck, letting out a whine, and the younger let out a croaky laugh. And that was home.

Needle and Thread

It stings and burns, tugs and pulls upon the deep gash in her skin, drags it forcefully back together with every pinching pierce.

His hands are steady, golden eyes calm and devoid of any human emotion, merely concentrating upon the task at hand with all of the clinical detachment befitting a man of his previous lifestyle, her blood staining his gloves as the needle weaves back and forth in its quiet dance.

One of the many straps that piece his uniform together has been temporarily gifted to her so that when she bites down she will not bleed, her heavy breathing indicating just how difficult it is for her to hold herself together, sweat dampening her skin in her effort to stay strong, the patchwork job meant only to hold her wound closed long enough for her to receive proper treatment.

Obi is silent as he works, his dagger and meager supplies for first aid the only assistance that they have for the time being, he being the only one of the three of them with the most knowledge on how to treat a wound as serious as this without medical help. His blade slashed away the torn remnants of her uniform, the entirety of her thigh exposed to the frigid night air in order to see how severe a wound he was working on.

The look in her partner’s eye was far more telling than the former assassin’s. She reminded herself to never play cards against Obi if she could help it, for he hid everything so well.

Mitsuhide, on the other hand…

The ground is hard and cold, as unyielding as the firm chest pressed against her back as she grips Mitsuhide’s sturdy knees on either side of her hips, his hands holding her steady to help keep her from moving, the urge to flinch and recoil heavy upon her taught frame. All of her training to be a knight hasn’t helped with this. There is no controlling the body’s instinct to flee from the needle. Her partner is as tense as she is, silent as he too watches Obi sew her shut. His warmth and mere presence are the only comfort in this less than desirable situation, and she swallows the tightening claustrophobia in her throat as his thumbs rub soothing circles against her skin, tears pricking her eyes as Obi tugs the thread tighter, gritting her teeth into the leather to hold back a whimper. Obi is plenty capable, but he lacks Shirayuki’s gentle touch and knowing caresses.

Mitsuhide’s voice rumbles against her as his tone, as serious as death itself speaks softly, “No one mentions this to Zen, alright?”

Obi gives only a curt nod of understanding as he finishes the suture, Kiki squeezing his knees in agreement as she swallows thickly around the strap. Silent knowledge of Zen’s wrath over their carelessness will not aid to help her recovery, and in all honesty, the three were not in the mood for his concerned rant at the moment. The lesson to not travel at night by themselves without proper backup or an inadequate amount of rest was a hard one to learn, especially in hostile territory where an ambush was more than likely to occur, and Kiki was the unfortunate casualty in it.

No use dwelling on the particulars. What had happened had happened, and it was time to press on.

Kiki only hopes that Shirayuki will keep this in confidence as well, for she will be the one to fix her properly upon their return.

Obi’s dagger slices away the remaining thread, his eyes meeting hers at last before glancing up to Mitsuhide’s in silent conversation. He nods and then stands, heading towards their horses to bring them around and ready them for travel. He lashes her horse to Mitsuhide’s as her partner helps steady her and bring her to her feet. She’s dizzy and hates herself for it but there’s no helping it. He wordlessly leads her over to his steed and helps lift her up into his saddle.

If she had the strength she’d protest and insist upon riding her own, but it would be foolish to not rest against him, and his body will take most of the jarring movement away from her pulsing wound as they continue on with their pace.

After Mitsuhide settles in carefully behind her, Obi pulls up beside her, accepting the borrowed leather back without a word, opting not to make a comment on the indents in the fabric as they continue with their previous pace, the moonlight guiding the way as they head for home.

Children of the Gods: Chapter 4

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Hey everyone. This one is a little longer than the other ones but I am pretty sure these parts just keep getting longer and longer. I hope you enjoy! This one was one of my favorite parts to write.


Word count: 4.3K

Characters: EXO + BTS + Reader

Genre: Greek Myth AU

It was simple tracking them, his abilities allowing him to physically feel where they were in the sea. It took him a minute or two to find her presence in the sea but he found it none the less and he followed it instinctively.

His head swarmed with thoughts as his small group made their way towards Athens. If he was being completely honest with himself he found her intriguing. Not many girls end up being warriors now-a-days. He could tell you were a little younger than him; probably still in the academy, but for the life of him he could not remember having seen you there two years ago before he graduated.

“Suho! Snap out of it man. Do we have to shift our course?” His eyes drifted over to the younger boy. The tall lanky figure of his friend casting a shadow over Suho and blocking the sunlight.

“Oh. Sorry Sehun. Have a lot to think about right now.” Suho leaned back and stuck his hand into the sea. The first feeling that always came to him was the thrumming of a multitude of lives shooting through him. He could sense the school of red mullets that were about a mile away from them. The second things that came to him were the foreign feelings of the lives and things that you didn’t find naturally in water. The pulsating of a boat’s motor in the water, the sense of human bodies splashing around somewhere on a far beach.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on her, on the thrumming of her boat’s motor. ‘There you are.’ once he felt it he opened his eyes and looked up at his friend again. The raven black hair of his sent off in every which way because of the breeze. He had always found Sehun’s hair weird, the way it seemed to look more like darkness itself rather than black hair. I guess the trait ran through the family. Being descended from Nyx and all.

“Tell the captain that the boat needs to veer to the larboard side. Head north west instead of north.”

“I’m sorry. I’m the son of Momus. Not the son of Poseidon. What the hell does that even mean?”

“Left Sehun. It means to turn left. The captain will know.” he watched has his friend disappeared to complete the task. He sighed softly as he turned his head back to the sea, he missed being at sea, a sense of belonging overcame him whenever he was on the water. He turned away once more and stood up. He was down a soldier so he needed to assign new positions to accommodate for the loss. A small hope flared up in him that he would be able to replace the lost one with far more capable ones soon. He just had to reach the mainland and stop fantasizing about the sea.

The trip was a little long and some people were overjoyed by the fact that they were now on land, silently weaving their way through the city. A small girl, much younger than he was lead the way, slowly tracking the small group of people Suho needed to find. There was no way he was letting her get away from him.

He had never been outsmarted like that before, the way she had easily avoided his lunge like it was nothing. She had seen right through him and it irked him to no end now. Why had he never seen her before and who the hell trained her? He had special trainers during his time at the academy as the son of Poseidon but he had never seen someone who was trained with the mass be so agile before.

The girl in front of him stopped abruptly, her hand shooting up and a small finger pressing against her lip as she tried to silence the group. Suho cleared his head chasing all the unnecessary thoughts away and listened carefully. It didn’t come to him at first, the sounds of the city still prominent in his ear, but he couldn’t deny the muffled scream that came from the building next to them. The group had stopped in an alleyway, mashed between two brick walled apartment buildings and slowly making their way around all the trash.

Naturally Suho took the lead again, following his ears as he drew closer to the muffled screams. It could be something else entirely, there was no reason for him to think it was her already. He froze right at the edge of a window that was lit up, the dull yellow leaking onto the adjacent building, a shadow passing through and obstructing it every now and then.

He held up his hand to Sehun and motioned for him to go under the window to the other side. Sehun followed orders obediently, weaving his way through the group and crouching down as he passed underneath the window. He stood on the other side, his hand gripping his sword tightly, turning his knuckles white. Suho slowly moved, risking a look through the window.

What he saw made him freeze. He saw her laying there in the room on a bed, her pants having been cut open and thrown aside to the floor. Her lower half only sporting a simple pair of underwear as someone worked on her leg. The taller boy that had held a bow at his face earlier that day had a hand clamped over her mouth and a hand gripping her thigh as he held it down. One who he had never seen before was carefully weaving a needle through her leg. Suho could only assume he was stitching up the wound he had saw earlier on her.

He was shoved aside by Sehun, a sharp look in the young boy’s eyes as he questioned his leader silently. Suho had to admit that was a pretty stupid move. He crouched down and quickly made his way underneath the window, motioning for the rest of the group to follow. When they all made it past he quickly made his way to the entrance of the apartment building, easily sliding in and hiding in the dark corners of the lobby. He was so close, his nerves kicked in and his hands started sweating. He had to wait for the right moment, they couldn’t all just barge into the apartment and try to take advantage. Many lives would be lost that way. Now all that was left was to wait.

Hours had passed and they were all still crouched down in the lobby. Humans that came in passed right by them as the group threw up their glamours. They had it lucky, humans that is, being able to move on with their lives never seeing any real danger. After the muffled screams had ended he could still hear frantic whispers of the two men for quite some time. He didn’t know what god it was that was blessing him right now but he thanked them when the power outage hit.

Now was the time. He quickly signaled to his group and they crowded around, having practiced formations for a year alone gave them the ability to move swiftly in formation without trouble. Sehun was directly behind him and the rest of the men followed, being the ones that would most likely be able to overpower the two men inside. The women had the duty of blinding and gagging them once they were caught. It was going to be quick and efficient.

He wasted no more time opening the door and slid in, his booted feet silenced by the carpet on the floors. As he walked Sehun pushed past him with a few others, very faint and muffled cries were heard as his group completed their tasks, the men dragging the two bodies out of the living room.

The gleam that crossed his vision was undeniable and he whipped his head around to find his sword resting against the wall in the hallway. A couple of their other weapons were also there but they didn’t matter to him. He quickly scooped up Adamasti, the familiarity of his sword in his hands again boosting him with confidence.

An icy chill ran through his spine as he heard the creaking of a door behind him. He spun and pressed himself up against the wall, holding his breath to remain silent. The rest of his group was no doubt dealing with the others outside of the apartment and he was glad they hadn’t returned yet.

“Guys?” her voice drifted through the silence of the house. Suho watched as if she moved in slow motion. She took one step out of the room and her head turned the opposite way, no doubt searching for the two men. He was shocked to see that she still had no pants on but he quickly pushed that thought aside and took action.

He erupted into action and he side swept her feet. He accidentally caught her bad leg as well and she quickly went tumbling. The rest was a blur and the sound of her head smacking against the door frame registered in his mind. His arms quickly reached out and tried to grab her, gravity pulling her too quickly towards the ground.

He spun towards her as he reached out and toppled to the floor with her. He caught himself before he landed on top of her and quickly adjusted to have the upper hand. He straddled her body and pressed the edge of his sword to her throat, ceasing her movement immediately.

He had to commend her for her quick instincts despite having hit her head. She still thought clearly enough to go still. The lights burst back on throughout the apartment and he watched has her eyes shut to shield them from the brightness which she still had to adjust to. She looked as though she had just woken up, probably from having passed out during her treatment.

Her body was tense underneath his and her breathing picked up as her eyes fluttered open, the rapid blinking telling him that she was still trying to focus. He couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face when he saw the change of her expression when she recognized him. The flicker of fear in her eyes didn’t escape his notice either. He opened his mouth to speak but it was as if she had suddenly exploded.

“Fuck you! Where are my friends?!” Her arms tensed more and she struggled against his hold. His weight holding her down still despite her struggles. Where did all of her spirit come from? Jesus Christ. The girl had a sword against her throat and she was still struggling?

“Suho. Son of Poseidon. It’s nice to meet you too. Your name is?”

Anger coursed through you like a hot fire and you writhed underneath him. It wasn’t the anger that was driving you right now though, it was the fear. The fear of your friends being dead or hurt. The fear of losing them forever. You felt the sword move away from your neck as he struggled to keep you still.

Fucking moron just lost the damn battle. As if on reflex your good leg shot up and you kneed him hard in the lower back, the force sending his body rocketing forward on top of you. You shifted your weight, bracing your legs on the floor and ignoring your screams as you used both legs to flip both of you over. He was underneath you now and you wasted no time slamming your elbow against his wrist, his hand reflexively opening and dropping the sword as he shouted in pain.

You grabbed the sword and thrust the point in his face, the tip hovering right above his mouth.

“Please please! I just want to talk!” your face contorted into a snarl. The white hot rage clouding your judgement the longer you stared down at him. You spat in his face and got as close as you could without moving your arm to hurt him. You still needed answers.

“I asked you a fucking question. Where the hel-”

“No! Stop! Don’t hurt her!” you froze up when he spoke, his eyes darting somewhere behind you. You spun, the point of your sword facing the third party and your free arm pressing against Suho’s throat. He gagged at the pressure.


“Sehun don’t fucking touch her!” you stared daggers at Sehun, daring him to come a step closer. The tall lanky boy was tense, his own sword wavering as he struggled under the pressure of Suho’s words. You obviously knew who the leader was here. “Bring her friend. The one from the dock. Do it now!”

Sehun wasted no time in spinning on his heels and disappearing to fulfil his leaders demand. You turned your attention back to Suho, easing up on his throat and keeping the sword pointed at the door for the return. It’s not like you wanted to strangle the man, his death would be slower than that.

“If he is hurt in any way I swear to you I will shove this sword down your throat.” you heard the footsteps returning so you spun your head back around, increasing the pressure on his throat once again.

“Hoseok!” you shouted the moment he came into your line of sight, his hand bounds and a cloth hanging around his neck.

“I’m ok. We’re ok. They haven’t hurt us yet.” his voice was still strong so you knew he wasn’t lying to you. Your eyes drifted along his body to find any trace of injury.


“He’s fine. They have guards on him so he doesn’t do anything. We begged them not to bound his hands.” you nodded, assured that your friends were fine for now now. The rage that was fueling you disappearing slowly. They were safe and that was all you could have asked for. They were alive and safe.

“Take him back” Suho’s voice was strained now but that thought quickly fled your mind when you felt something brush against your thigh. Your body jerked in response and you spun around, Suho’s hand pressing against your thigh. The moment it came into your sight the pain flared through you and you gasped.

“Fuck. You’re bleeding too much.” Your arm had left Suho’s throat and his voice came out strong now, his second hand flying to your thigh to apply pressure to the wound. His hands were coated in your blood now and the sight made you queasy. You weren’t expecting it when Suho shot up, the force of him doing so knocking you down to the ground again.

You yelped in pain and tried to wiggle away from him, your hands pushing his away and clawing at the carpet.

“Hoseok! Jimin!”

“Stop moving!” Suho grabbed your hands into one of his as he tried to still you. Fuck fuck fuck. How could you have been so careless? “Jessica get your ass in here!”

You heard your friends shouting your name, the sounds of their voices making you struggle against his hold even more. You had to get out of here, you had to save your friends.

“Please stop moving.” His voice no longer held that steely quality he used when he was in his leader role. It was soft, deep, pleading. You stilled your struggling and looked up at him. “We’re going to help you.”

Just then a girl ran into the room, her bright eyes skimming over you, assessing the situation with a critical stare and immediately jumping into action. She came to you and pulled out a small drawstring bag, quickly pulling it open with her precise movements. Three fingers dipped into the bag and pulled out a very fine silvery powder.

“Wh-what is that?” your leg twitched away from her, not wanting her to touch you in anyway. No one answered you, Suho simply wiped his hand against his pants and stared down at you.

“This is going to hurt.” Hell was he right, you hated that he was right. It was a lot worse than Jimin’s stitching job. The pain rippled through you in waves and a scream was ripped out of you. Suho acted quickly and grabbed a clean cloth from the girl, shoving it into your mouth. You wanted it to end. Wanted to beg for her to stop. You couldn’t see what she was doing or what was happening because the tears that flooded your eyes were flowing in streams now.

Your eyes shot towards the door and your neck careened to see Hoseok kicking away a man and stumbling into the room.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” his face was contorted in anger and his leg reared back to kick at the girl. You view was obstructed as Suho shot forward, knocking Hoseok to the floor easily and holding him down.

“Stop! We’re helping her! She is a daughter of Apollo, a healer.” Hoseok stilled underneath Suho and stared at the girl, his mind processing what she was doing. His eyes drifted to you, a short moment of silence in your screaming as the girl gathered more of that powder.

“Let me be there then. Let me help her.” Hoseok pleaded to Suho and you whimpered, hating the fact that your friends had been reduced to this. Suho to your surprise quickly cut off Hoseok’s bounds and got off of him, carefully watching as Hoseok scrambled towards you. “Hey. Hey, I’m here now. I’m here.”

His hands smoothed down your cheeks and wiped at the trail of tears, his hands carefully threading through your hair as he lifted your head up and placed it on his lap. The pain came again and your body jerked, the choked sob escaping your throat muffled by the gauze in your mouth. Hoseok’s hand smoothed against your face, bringing a sense of safety amidst the heat of the pain.

Suddenly it all stopped, the pain, the heat, the throbbing. All of it ceased and your chest heaved as your mind tried to process what was happening.

“It’s called Asimenia Epidiorthosis. It’s a medicine the daughters of Apollo made for stitching together bad wounds in emergencies.” You looked up at your friend, your eyes finally clearing up so you could see the concern on his face. At least someone had finally answered your question. You looked down towards your leg and saw that the wound had closed up, a faint silver scar shining in the dull light of the room.

“This medicine works just like stitches do. It’s just able to withstand a lot more and won’t tear open as easily. The scar will remain there until your wound has fully closed up. The pain of your original wound will also remain and be completely normal.” the girl’s voice sounded a lot like a bell. You took the gauze out and threw it aside as Suho jerked Hoseok back, bounding his hands once more. Hoseok just simply let him, not wanting anything to happen that he would regret. Suho made his way to you once again, leaning down and grabbing your arms to help you up.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You yanked your arms away from him and hissed at him. The words you spoke laced with venom. Honestly you were surprising yourself, the hate you felt towards this man increasing with every action of his. “I can get up on my own. I’m not a child.” needing to prove yourself right you heaved yourself up, standing tall on both legs, ignoring the pain that shot through your leg. It was dull compared to what you just went through.

You held your hands out in front of you, your wrists pressed together tightly as you stared straight at him. Suho looked at you, a strange look passing over his features as he stared down at your leg. He moved forward and bound your hands just as he did with Hoseok and started pulling you both out of the room.

He went slow and you knew he was doing it because of your leg. You hated yourself for being so weak in front of him. Your limp was undeniable now as you made your way to the living room. He put you and Hoseok next to each other on the couch and whispered to the girl. You glanced down at the weapon he held, the gold sword you had stolen from him before resting comfortably in his hand as if it was his own damn arm. You scanned the room, spotting your weapons still in the hallway; it’s possible that you could reach them if you had the element of surprise, a way to communicate with Hoseok so he could help you.

Your thoughts halted when the girl walked off, disappearing behind you in the direction of the entrance. Suho looked down at his hands as if just now noticing the blood staining them and tried to wipe it off on his pants.

“I need to wash my hands… “ He was only quietly mumbling to himself but it irked you as he ignored you two, as if he thought you and Hoseok were not a threat to him. A second later Jimin was dragged into the living room by a couple of men as he thrashed about, throwing curse words left and right.

“Fuck you! I have fucking legs you bastards why the fuck are you dragging me like I’m a piece of shit! I swear to the gods I will rip both your dicks off and shove them down your fucking throats!” you smirked, knowing full well that it was something Jimin might actually do if he got angry enough. He always went into a blind rage when he was angry but he rarely got angry.

“Guys seriously? What are you? Gorillas? Pick him up and let him walk.” your eyes shot over to Suho and your brows scrunched together as he walked over to the two men, smacking one in the back of the head and hauling Jimin’s ass up off the floor. “Couch. Now.”

Jimin huffed and yanked his hands away from Suho, turning and facing the two men. The next thing that happened made you cackle with a fit of laughter. Jimin quickly dropped into a crouch, shoving his leg out to the side and spinning, effectively knocking the two men on their asses. He dodged out of the way of Suho reaching to grab him by doing a front roll, standing up at the end and plopping down next to you on the couch.

“Fucking hell! I’m going to kill that tiny bastard!”

“You could try. But I don’t think you even compare to me with my hands tied pea brain.” Jimin retorted back at the man stumbling to his feet now, making his way toward the couch. His eyes were set aflame and focused on Jimin, what he didn’t noticed was the way you shoved your foot out at the last second, knocking him on his ass once again. “Wow. Didn’t even touch you and you’re already on your ass.” The man practically growled.

“Fucking knock it off! Mark get the hell away from them before I knock you on your ass myself!” he reluctantly followed his leaders orders.

“Bye Mark~” Jimin sung out in a sing song voice and you couldn’t contain the giggles that pushed past your lips. Hoseok even smiled at that as he watched Mark carefully, making sure he didn’t do anything else. You laughter stopped when you heard the yelp from behind you.

“Move him to the chair.” your head whipped around so fast, your eyes landing on Yixing, his skin pale and his shirt gone. His muscles being blocked because of the bandages wrapped around his shoulder and arm and torso. He had a knife pressed to his throat as he slowly made his way into the room.Your eyes flowed along the hand and arm that was holding the knife, your eyes falling on the lanky figure of Sehun.

“Let him go.” Your voice was a soft growl and you could feel the two boys next to you tense up, their muscles straining as they tried to stay put.

At the sound of your voice you could see Suho’s head turn away from Mark and glance at you. His eyes followed yours as he turned more to see Sehun with Yixing. He glanced back your way and then looked straight at Sehun, steeling his body and standing a little taller. Sehun suddenly released Yixing and let him walk on his own to the lone chair in the room. It was as if he had spoken with fucking telepathy or something and only then did you realize he might have been trying to get back at you for what you had done to Suho earlier. The second question rose in your mind immediately, like a lightbulb flickering on at the flip of a switch. How long have these two known each other?

“Great now that you are all here.” You relaxed into the couch, resting your leg again. Suho moved in the general middle area of the mangled group of four demigods. “I think there needs to be a talk.” His voice was way too excited for this. You could tell he was still trying to sound normal but you could hear it, bastard must have loved tying you guys up like this. “Granted I know we must have started off on the wrong foot but I do not want you guys hurt. Believe me on that. I would have let Mark strangle… that one.” He pointed towards Jimin as if to make his point. “I also could have easily let you bleed out on the floor if I wanted you dead. But no. I used some of our limited medicine to heal you.” he looked straight at you now, daring you to try and argue with him. “Now with all that said… I want all four of you on my side.”

anonymous asked:

BTS reaction to y/n having an obsession with sewing her skin?

💌 — I did some research on skin sewing and I think it looks really relaxing if you know what you’re doing! Here’s some information for anyone who is curious to know exactly what this is. (Please be safe, sterile, and do your research before trying at home!) Thank you for requesting and enjoy!

Seokjin walks back from the kitchen to the living room, sighing as he sits down on the couch next to you without giving you an initial glance. He’s skimming through the list of shows playing when he notices you humming absentmindedly beside him. “Do you have something to say, honey?,” he teases as he turns to face you, his eyes widening instantly when he notices you expertly weaving a needle in and out of your skin as if it’s nothing. Jin tries to stop himself from yelling so loudly, but that doesn’t last long before he’s shouting, “Y/N! What the hell are you doing to yourself?” You glance up at him and motion to the star sewn into your skin as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m bored and I had some extra thread lying around, so I figured I’d start sewing again.” You’ll definitely need to pause your artwork for a few minutes to assure Jin that you’re not completely insane and that it’s perfectly safe to do. But after some reassurance that you’re not going to lose your hand via sewing and you’ll keep the needle away from him, Jin will find it to be just another odd quirk of yours.

Yoongi is very apologetic to the fact that he doesn’t have many opportunities to spend time with you one-on-one. However, he enjoys the fact that you both are quiet souls together. With that fact in mind, he often invites you to stay in the studio with him on nights when he knows he won’t make it back home. A lot of that time is spent enjoying each other’s silent company, Yoongi busy producing on his computer and you watching movies on your phone or scrolling through your Tumblr feed. Tonight, however, you decided to pick up some sewing thread on your way to the studio since you were running low and wanted to do something different for a change. You give Yoongi a quick kiss after you arrive and make your way to your designated seat on the plush couch in the corner of the room. You fix the needle soon after and slowly start sewing meaningless lines into your hands, no clear pattern in mind. A half hour passes and you hear Yoongi groan as he stretches out of his seat. “I’m gonna go get something to drink. Do you wa-,” Yoongi pauses in the middle of his sentence and you look up to find him concentrated on the needle sticking between your fingers. “Um, would you care to explain what you’re doing?” You laugh at his confused expression and explain the concept to him, his only response being a short “hmm, okay then,” before he leaves you to finish what you started.

Hoseok is hard to keep up with sometimes. He isn’t necessarily bothersome - but he has a lot of energy that you can’t always compete with. And sometimes he needs to tire himself out before he can even think about curling up on the couch and relaxing with you. It’s times like this when you pull out your little sewing kit hidden beneath your bed and start to doodle into your delicate skin, little stars and hearts - and smiley faces when you miss Hoseok too much - taking up the space of your palm. You’re in the midst of switching out the thread with a different color when you hear your boyfriend walking through the bedroom door. “Hey babe,” you murmur out to him, hands still busy searching for the color that seems to have disappeared from your kit. Hoseok’s feet approach you slowly and you look up to see him holding the roll of thread in front of your face, eyes warily glancing down at the thread sewn into your skin. “Um… are you looking for this, babe?” You smile up at his worried face and take the thread from his hands, thanking him and explaining to him what you’re doing since he seems too nervous to ask himself. He reaches out to take your hand in his, facing your palm upwards and chuckling as he points at the brightly colored sun while saying, “Hey, this one looks like me!”

Namjoon enjoys learning new things and venturing into different hobbies that other people may avoid for whatever reason. So when he comes home to find you concentrated intensely on the multiple loose-ended threads hanging from your skin, he doesn’t freak out like you may have expected others too. He sets down his things and walks over to your seat, head quirking to the side as he examines the unfinished portrait of a night sky sewn beautifully into your arm. He notices the way your eyebrows are scrunched up in frustration, huffing in annoyance and sending a few stray hairs flying away from your face. “Ah, don’t get so upset, baby,” he whispers soothingly while leaning down to kiss your puffed out cheeks. “I think you should add some magenta to this side,” he notes while gently pointing and careful to not mess up what you’ve already done, “and fade it out to blue over to this side.” He purses his lips as he holds up the different colors, though his face instantly relaxes when you smile at him in agreement and finally return his kiss from earlier. “I think you’re right,” you answer before going back to trim the loose strings and begin threading another needle. Namjoon sighs and shrugs nonchalantly, “When am I not?”  

Jimin quite nearly drops his phone when he walks into your room and sees you poking at your skin without a single care in the world. The choked noise he makes and the way he knocks into different things trying to catch his phone before it shatters brings you out of your concentration immediately. You look at him bewildered and he returns the same expression to you for a completely different reason. “What are you doing?,” you both ask at the same time, pausing for a moment until Jimin decides his question deserves an answer a bit more urgently. “Why are you stabbing yourself like that?,” he asks like it’s the most horrific thing he’s ever seen. You roll your eyes at him and giggle at his reaction while telling him, “I’m not stabbing myself, silly. It’s called skin sewing. It’s totally safe.” You hold up your palm to him and have to fight back another laugh when he slowly approaches you like you have a bomb in your hand. He glances down at your palm, up at your face, then back down to your palm again before muttering out, “Well, I guess it kinda looks cool.”

Taehyung doesn’t know whether to be fascinated or terrified when he comes over for a surprise visit and finds you going to town on your hand with a needle and thread. You don’t seem to be in pain as you casually greet him with a simple “Hey babe” before focusing back on your work. However, everything in his mind is telling him that he should be panicking right now. Cautiously, he walks over and slowly sits down next to you on the couch, staring at your face until you direct your attention his way and sigh in defeat. You were hoping that you could finish the design you were working on without interuption, but Taehyung’s surprise arrival and heavy stare immediately shoots down that idea. “It’s called skin sewing,” you inform him before he can ask - his jaw closing shut as you interrupt him mid-question. “It’s completely harmless. Look, no blood involved,” you insist as you hold your hand up close to Tae’s face, his eyes widening in shock for a few moments as he admires the thread woven through the thin upper layer of your skin. However, he sees that you’re right about it not hurting you and he slowly pushes your hand down. It takes him a couple of moments to find his voice again, but once he does he smiles shyly and holds his hand out towards you as he asks, “Will you try it on me next?”

Jungkook is a simple boy. A simple boy who is going to be extremely bewildered when he comes home to see his very adorable girlfriend sticking a needle and thread through her skin while she watches her favorite drama as if it’s just a regular pastime. You don’t notice his presence for a few moments because he’s been shocked into silence. However, he’ll soon find his own voice and relearn how to walk and quickly approach you with a million questions on his mind. “Um, hello. This morning I left my very normal and not crazy girlfriend here and I wanted to know if you could help me find her?,” he blabbers to you while motioning to what you’re doing as if that’s proof of your insanity. You glare up at him jokingly and wave the needle in his face as if threatening to get to him next. He quickly dodges your swipe and stares at you wide-eyed and bunny gazed. You decide to stop teasing the poor boy and quickly inform him that your sanity is still there and what you’re doing is completely normal. He’ll definitely continue to tease you throughout the night and takes jabs at you every time he can, but he’ll quickly shut up every time you threaten to start sewing him next - at least for a couple minutes.

I took a short break from posting pictures because of life stuff, but I have not stopped knitting! Here’s a Ravenclaw scarf I have underway for a friend with this morning’s coffee. It’s the single knit rib version from the book ‘Charmed Knits’, which has been my standby for years. It makes a thick, fluffy and warm scarf that has all the look of stockinette, but lays flat without blocking. 

The yarn is Lion brand wool worsted in navy blue and gray. I decided to go with the movie version, since it’s more recognizable these days. As you can see, I’m weaving in ends as I go, but I’m waiting to add the fringe until the end.

Week 11 of the #YearOfStitch : Cloud Filling

I bet you thought I forgot about you this week…I didn’t. Sunday still counts as “this week” right?

I think you are going to like this filler stitch. It’s super versatile. 

Here you go!

And now for your photo tutorial:

Start by laying your vertical stitches

I’m going to show you a tight pattern and a looser pattern

Now you begin your diagonal stitches. Come up from the back under the center of your first vertical stitch (be sure to knot your new thread so it doesn’t pull through)

Start weaving your new thread under your vertical stitches, row by row

to finish off, poke the needle through to the back under the center of the last vertical stitch and tie off.

Let’s talk options…

Top left, you just keep weaving the needle under your vertical stitches from the top to the bottom.

Bottom right, I spaced the vertical stitches differently and then when I was weaving the yellow I ended each row by poking the needle through to the back (like you do to start and finish). 

Bottom left, same as bottom right but then I came back through at the end and created a border. 

I hope you enjoy this one.



That One Time Chloe Met Spider-Man. Again.

Inspired by this gifset. And the fact that bechloe88 came screaming at me to write this. So. Yeah. This one is for you again, asshole. =P

Apologies ahead of time, hasn’t been beta’d. I literally just finished it and am rushing off to refocus my attention, because I should have been writing something else.  


Chloe Beale knows better. Knows this town like the back of her hand. Knows the quickest route to the theatre just like she knows when to avoid fifty-fifth. Just like she knows not to venture down back alleys after dark. Or before dark for that matter. This part of town was pretty sketch no matter the time of day.

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anonymous asked:

31 with Gladio

“Don’t worry about me.”

We both sat in silence as I slowly unraveled the bandages from the small cylinder.

I looked back up at the gashes, blood slowly starting to fill the cut once more.

I picked up the needle and thread and pinched the skin together.

“It’s gonna hurt,” I murmured.

“Do what you need to do babe,” he hummed as he balled his hand into a fist.

Slowly, the needle entered and exited his skin with the thread in tow.

The skin slowly closed as the needle and thread weaved through to ripped flesh.

He kept taking sharp breaths of pain as I continued sewing his forearm closed.

“This is exactly why you don’t rush in with no plan,” I scolded as I cut the thread and tied it.

He clicked his tongue and chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry about me,” he chuckled as he ran a thumb over the stitches. “But thanks for the fix-up.”

Ignis cleared his throat from behind Gladio, making him wince slightly.

“May I speak with you about earlier, Gladio?” the Brit questioned.

Darning holes in faux fur

The backing tearing on a fursuit is among the worst common things that can happen to just about anyone. Possibly a really fun-filled convention weekend happened. Maybe you sewed the suit with a broken needle tip and you thought it would be OK, but now your punctured fur is coming apart at the backing? Maybe your costume just fits really tight and got stressed so there’s a little tear. Don’t fear – With a little maintenance it won’t get much worse! Learn about the Darning technique for fixing holes, useful in faux fur!

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How to Make a Crochet Lace Cowl: a free photo-tutorial

Hey Guys! When I was just staring to learn how to crochet I relied heavily on video and photo-tutorials as I am a visual learner. I figured it was high time I made one myself to pay it forward to the crochet community. 

So here is my very first photo-tutorial! 

I originally made this scarf on the fly and since then, fell in love with the look. I’ve used this pattern to make several other projects. 

SO! If you are interested, hit the “read more” for the pattern as well as a full photo-tutorial on how to make this scarf.

This pattern is for a novice to beginner (maybe with 1-2 projects under your belt) and I have a step-by step of all the stitches you will use. It’s quite a long post :) 

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Week 10 of the #YearofStitch: Spider Web Stitch

As promised, this is your second stitch this week to make up for last weeks. Stupid shingles! 

This is such a funky dunky stitch. It looks like a spider web but you can also fill it all in and it suddenly becomes a beautiful flower. Play around with this one. You can vary the length of the base stitches, try different thread counts (pictured below is 6 thread floss), get crazy with it! 

The one thing you should be aware of is that you will want an odd number of lines in your base star stitch. 5, 7, 9, 11, 99 … it just makes the weaving part a lot easier. 


Photo Tutorial:

Remember the Algerian Eye from a few weeks ago? Same approach. Build the star (with an odd number of stitches).

Bring the 2nd thread up from the back close to the center and start weaving (over, under, over, under) for as long as you like.

Once you are finished, jab that needle under the weaving to hide the end. Pull it through to the back and tie it off. 


Fancy right?

Happy Stitching