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here's my request:

jimin and yn being exes and meeting again at their best friends wedding (the groom is jimin's best friend and the bride is yn's)

their friends know that they still love eachother, so they make them sit together, but they bicker for the whole celebration.

when it's time to leave, she doesn't have a ride home, and jimin offers himself to take her to her place. Once they get there, she asks him if she wants to go upstairs, to have a final drink.

They talk about their break up, and when he's about to leave, he kisses yn and have make up sex against the kitchen counter 💥

Just a taste

a/n: First of all, thanks for making the request for Jimin, it's my first time writing about him and that makes me very excited 😀, secondly, sorry for the delay, the request ended up being much longer than I thought it would be. Warnings: A littly angst, Jimin is a sweetheart, exes 2 lovers, soft sex (there was no specification on this, so I did it as I thought it went in the situation), reader has problems with overthinking the future too much, unprotected sex, sex without prior lubrication (please don't do this, you could hurt yourself). wc: 5.3k

"Stop looking at me" you whispered in annoyance, not deigning to look at Jimin.

"Stop thinking I'm looking at you" he whispered as he rolled his eyes and folded his arms, "Not everyone revolves around you, you know that?".

"why don't you shut up and go to hell?" you snorted, crossing your legs and watching as your best friend gave the first waltz of the night next to her now husband and best friend of your ex.

"I've been there" Jimin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "Don't you think it's ironic that you're asking me when you're the one who took me there."

"Fuck you" you got up from your chair, walking towards the exit door. You needed a drink of alcohol, or maybe a breath of fresh air, either sounded good at the moment. Committing murder at your best friend's marriage was stooping too low.

You took advantage of the fact that most of the guests were too busy watching Soomin and Taehyung dance and stole a glass of champagne from one of the tables that had been abandoned. You downed the drink in one gulp and then abandoned it on another empty table. 

It was unfair that everyone was enjoying the party and you had to put up with your idiot ex.

When you opened the door that led to the gigantic garden that the event center had you were surprised to notice that it was much colder than when you arrived. It had only been a few hours, but it was enough to set foot outside to make your skin crawl. And that it's still spring, you thought to yourself, walking towards one of the benches that were under a roof covered with vines.

It felt good to be away from Jimin, from his rude comments, from the scent of his perfume, from his fluffy lips, oh, you still remembered what a good kisser he was. The two of you could spend hours just giving each other lazy kisses and discreet touches on your clothes.

You took a seat on the bench, letting your head fall back, letting out the air you were holding in. You watched as the smoke drifted out of your mouth until the whitish cloud was completely gone. You wanted to go home, but you also didn't want to abandon your friend on her special day, Jimin was an idiot, but he was right in saying that not everything revolves around you.

"Y/N?"

You almost screamed in shock when you saw Soomin standing next to you, staring at you with those big, bright eyes that could convince anyone to do anything she wanted. That same look was the one she gave you when she asked you to be her maid of honor.

"Minnie, what are you doing here?" you sat up straight, smiling slightly when you saw that Taehyung had given her his jacket to cover his bare arms from the cold. He seriously was a great guy. "You should be with your husband dancing... or doing whatever it is couples do at their wedding."

You couldn't help but laugh as his cheeks flushed slightly at how you had called Taehyung.

"I came to find you, it's so cold out here" she walked to your side, taking a seat on the same bench as you. It was hard to make herr dress not use up all the available space. "I saw that Jimin was alone at the table and I got worried."

"Ah, Minnie, you're so sweet" you hummed with a smile, taking her left arm and kissing her cheek smilingly, "Don't worry about me, it's your day, enjoy it."

"I want my best friend to enjoy it too" this time it was she who smiled at you and took your arm, resting her head on your shoulder, "I'm so happy, but I'd be even happier if you were too."

You almost shrieked as you listened to her. You had made too many bad choices in your life, being friends with Soomin wasn't one of them.

"You should watch what you say, at this rate I'll end up falling in love with you and want to kidnap you from your wedding," you both laughed, she stroked your arm and you just looked up at the ceiling, watching the vines hang gracefully. You liked this place.

"Let's go inside, I don't want you to get sick" Soomin turned to look at you, barely smiling. 

You couldn't say no to her, so as soon as she got up from the bench, you stood up and followed her silently, hoping you wouldn't run into Jimin again.

"Y/N, honey!" shouted Taehyung with a smirk, raising his hand and shaking it so you could both see where he was.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as you saw Soomin's look change completely at the sight of him. You wanted something like that too.

"I'm glad you guys are back" Taehyung said as soon as you were in front of him. Yes, just him, you preferred to completely ignore Jimin's existence. "It's almost time for your dance." 

"Who's going to dance?" you asked curiously, looking towards the dance floor.

"You and Jimin, who else?" laughed Taehyung, grabbing Jimin's shoulders and pulling him closer to you. "You're the second most important people in the place, obviously you must dance together."

You were regretting earlier. Taehyung was a lousy person, he deserved the worst in the world.

"What the fuck, Taehyung?" you heard Jimin say in a low voice. He sounded even more annoyed than you.

"Come on, don't be shy, it's just a dance, no one's going to die because of that" he gave Jimin's back a few small pats. "Besides, it's our wedding, you should, I don't know, cooperate a little."

And with that said, you were both dragged onto the dance floor, not before you elbowed him in the side and he stomped on your foot.

"What are you still doing here?" asked Jimin, walking past you to the parking lot.

"What do you care?" you snorted, hugging yourself as you felt a strong wind current crash against you. It was barely three in the morning and you already felt like you could turn into a block of ice. In your good years you could last until six in the morning, snow and all. You were out of practice. 

Jimin turned to look at you, watching your body tremble slightly. He noticed how you looked down the street, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you checked your cell phone.

"You didn't come by car?" This time he turned completely around, walking towards you. Just because he couldn't stand to be in the same place as you didn't mean he'd leave you here stranded all alone in the middle of the night. He wasn't that much of a psychopath. 

"Some idiot crashed my car and told the police it was my fault" you muttered, not taking your eyes off the street, "they took my license a year ago" you snorted as you remembered the fight you had to put up to get them to believe you. It didn't do any good.

"Are you still living in the same apartment?" Jimin started unbuttoning his suit jacket, getting close enough to be able to put it on your shoulders.

You turned to look at him, frowning, why was he asking you that? Worse, why was he handing you his jacket?

"Uhm, yeah, I still live where I always do, why do you ask?" you took his jacket, trying to make it cover as much skin as possible. You didn't want to talk to him, but you wouldn't refuse his help either. The sack wasn't to blame for anything.

"I'll give you a ride" he pointed to his car with his head, "it's better than standing around waiting for a car to come by, and less dangerous than calling an uber and having, I don't know, some creepy guy touch you and want to take advantage of you."

You glanced down the street again. You bit your bottom lip slightly, trying to think through your answer. You didn't want to be alone with Jimin, but he was right, it was too dangerous, especially at this hour. The way to your house wasn't exactly short, at least you had forty minutes, in an uber you could only go alone with the driver. You'd be lying to say that the idea didn't scare you even a little bit.

"Fine" you muttered, watching him walk towards a big black car. It looked pretty expensive, he'd surely been given the promotion he'd worked so hard to earn. It wasn't like you cared either.

You hurried to his side, not taking your eyes off your feet. You wanted to get home soon.

"Here" he whispered close to your ear, opening the passenger door for you.

For a second you thought your heart stopped and your lungs had decided to stop working. Luckily for you, it was just your imagination.

"Thank you" you nodded quickly, getting into the car and grabbing the seatbelt. Jimin had shut the door as soon as you were comfortable in the seat.

You took a breath, feeling your body temperature rise a little at a time. The car was much warmer than outside.

"Ready," Jimin said once he was inside. You watched as he got the car started and prepared to drive, "You can sleep on the way home, I don't mind," he murmured, resting his right elbow on the back of your chair and leaning back to look at the parking lot.

You had to pretty much resist the temptation to watch his arms flex. 

"Thank you," you murmured, settling in next to the window. You'd a thousand times rather pretend to sleep than look Jimin in the face as he drove. You wanted to avoid awkward silences.

You closed your eyes and let the warm air from the heater hit your face and relax you enough to fall asleep. 

When you opened your eyes you were only a few minutes away from your apartment. You straightened up in your chair and gave a big yawn. You checked the time, it was only three fifty in the morning. You couldn't believe you had slept fifty minutes.

You lifted your head, seeing Jimin's seat empty, you looked all around the inside of the car, and no matter how hard you looked there was no sign of him. You saw your window, feeling your heart race as you saw that Jimin had parked the car in front of your favorite German food store. 

You had to bite your tongue to keep from squealing.

It wasn't long before Jimin came out of the store with a large yellow bag in his hands and the car keys in the other. A slight blush adorned his cheeks when he looked up and noticed you staring at him.

You had forgotten how easy it was to make him blush.

He walked to the car door, offering you the bag once he was inside. 

"Here," he murmured, looking anywhere else but at you. 

"Why did you buy me this?" you took the bag, opening it and looking at the food inside. It was your favorite food.

"You said you were hungry in your sleep" he started the car again, heading straight for your apartment. You couldn't help but watch him the rest of the way. 

"Thanks for giving me the ride" you bowed slightly, looking at Jimin. You didn't understand why he had escorted you to the door of your apartment, but you didn't want to discuss it either, you thought it was unnecessary.

"It's nothing, I wouldn't feel at ease knowing that something bad might have happened to you" he nodded awkwardly, scratching his neck.

You turned your back on him, putting your password on the door. The click of the lock broke the silence that had fallen between the two of you. You opened the door slightly, pausing for a few seconds. Memories of the day you broke up came rushing back, causing your heart to clench to the point where it became impossible not to wince. 

You didn't want to regret again about something to do with Jimin.

"Don't you want to come in for a drink?" you turned around, watching as Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected you to extend an invitation after everything that happened at the marriage. "I just... I want to return the favor."

He nodded quickly, rubbing his hands down the sides of his pants in a futile attempt to push away the anxiety. He couldn't believe you were seriously inviting him into your home after all this time. 

"Come in" you murmured, entering your house with the sound of his footsteps behind you. It had been years since you had invited a man into your home. The last time was when you broke up with Jimin.

You left the bag of food on your kitchen counter and walked over to the cabinet that held your collection of yellow tulip plates. You left two of them next to the bag so you could empty the food inside.

Jimin, on his side, was too distracted looking at the new decoration of your house. The last time he set foot in this place all your walls were painted in a pastel yellow color, full of pictures of abstract paintings and strange photographs that he never fully understood. He also remembered that you had a large collection of pictures of him on your TV cabinet. Both the furniture and the TV had been completely changed for much more modern objects, not to mention that the cheerful paint on your walls had now gone to a beige color, and the abstract art on your walls were now just pictures and paintings of the world's most famous cities. He didn't want to think too much about the fact that his pictures were nowhere to be seen anymore.

"Do you want a beer?" you asked aloud, your head completely stuck in your cooler.

Jimin responded with an affirmative sound, too distracted noticing the differences in the place. Somehow he felt it looked pretty good on you, but that uneasiness that something didn't quite fit the mood was still swirling around in his head.

"Okay" you muttered to yourself, looking at both plates. You couldn't remember when was the last time you ate with someone here, you couldn't even remember when you had last eaten at home. You hated being here. "I've already served the plates, are you coming?".

He nodded as he walked over to you, taking a seat in front of the vacant plate. He felt a little embarrassed to realize that you now knew he still remembered your favorite dish, was that too strange?

"It's so yummy" you moaned contentedly once you tried a bite, "it's been so long since I've eaten this, I've been so busy."

"At least that explains why you're so thin" he murmured, taking a bite of the food into his mouth. He hadn't tasted this food in a while either. He missed it more than he thought he would.

"I only lost ten pounds, it's not for you to exaggerate" you rolled your eyes, stirring your food. You weren't sure how to bring up the subject of your breakup, but you knew it was the last chance you would have to clear things up.

You were both silent for a few minutes, both of you aware of the tension in the room, but neither of you were able to take the first step and break it. You were afraid of opening yourself even more to him, and Jimin was afraid that you would reopen the wound you had left him five years ago. 

In the end the only person who was able to take the first step was him. As always.

"What happened to us?" he whispered, staring at his plate. You could tell his lips were moving slowly as he chewed his food.

What had happened to you? Even you weren't sure about that. With Jimin things had always been easier; he knew what you wanted without you telling him, he knew how to read your gestures, he knew your tastes, he loved everything about you, inside and out, the good and the bad. Jimin was the best boyfriend you ever had in your life, and he probably would have been the boyfriend any 20-year-old girl would have wanted. So what had happened to you?

"I've been wondering ever since you broke up with me," he set his fork aside. His plate was now empty, but he still wasn't able to take his gaze off of it. "Did I do something wrong? Was I too persistent? Did I not show you that I loved you enough? Did I not give you enough?" he let out a sigh, letting his back fall against the back of his chair, "I know it's been five years, but I still can't figure out what my mistake was."

You tried to swallow the mouthful in your mouth, but the lump in your throat wasn't making it easy. You wanted to sort out the ideas in your head a bit before answering him. He probably still hated you, you wanted him to, you hated yourself for saying the things you said to him, for treating him the way you did. 

"Don't try to find the answer in you" you set your plate aside, knowing you would be unable to continue eating in the state you were in, "it wasn't you who did the wrong things, it was me." You took a breath, taking all the strength you could muster to look Jimin in the face. You wanted him to notice how sincere your apology was. "You were... you were one of the best things that ever happened to me, and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret leaving you the way I did, or leaving you in the first place."

"You regret it?" the look on Jimin's face finally lifted and confronted yours. The lump in your throat grew even tighter. "That's no reason to have kicked me out of your house and your life without any explanation and without letting me decide about it, you didn't even give me a chance to tell you what I thought! You blocked my number, you didn't answer when I knocked on the door, you avoided me at all costs" his fists clenched slightly, "I deserved an explanation, just one reason, no matter how stupid it was, would have been enough for me to decide if I wanted to fight for what was ours or just let you go and find my own way."

Making eye contact with Jimin became increasingly difficult as his words became stakes that dug into your heart. You knew he would hold a grudge, but to hear it from his mouth, to hear it in his voice, that was another level, and you weren't sure if you could get through it without bursting into tears midway through.

"I know I owe you an explanation" you tried to say it firmly, you wanted to sound sure of what you were saying, but it was hard when Jimin was in front of you staring at you, "that's why I asked you to come in, I needed to clear things up."

"Well, go ahead, tell me what happened" he folded his arms, turning his body towards you.

"I was afraid" you mumbled, lightly burying your nails into the skin of your fingers, "We had been together for four years, you were all I knew until then, I wasn't sure if that was what I wanted in my life, I didn't want to continue to be with you and live in fear that at some point in our lives we might just stop loving each other" by this point you are no longer even able to look him in the eyes, or even his face. Your eyes stung and the urge to vomit was getting bigger and bigger, "I didn't want our relationship to end up like some sort of worn out marriage, where both parties are horn to other people, where you're not even able to remember the good memories anymore, and I know it sounds stupid, but I was young, and I had a great imagination, and I just.... " you took a breath, letting your head fall back to stop the tears from coming out of your eyes, "I wanted to keep our relationship like it was back then, I thought that maybe, if we broke up before everything was ruined, we would still be able to look back and not forget the beautiful thing we had, and you don't know how much I regret doing that because now I know that all of that was just my mind trying to make a problem out of nothing because of some stupid insecurity, and because of that I lost you, and you were really the only good thing I had up until then."

"Okay, wait a minute, calm down a little," he said in a soft voice, rising from his chair and taking your shoulders. As soon as you felt his hands on you, you burst into tears. "Hey, it's okay, don't cry" he pulled you close to his chest, allowing you to cry on his shirt, not caring if it was stained or not.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered, clinging to his waist as if your life depended on it, "I know I was stupid, God, I said such horrible things to you, I was so cruel, I didn't even think that about you, I just thought... maybe if I acted like a bitch to you you would think badly of me and it would make it easier to forget me".

"I never forgot you" he murmured over your head, gently kissing your scalp, "and I don't think I ever will."

You awkwardly wiped away your tears, pulling away from his chest long enough to see his face, "Really?"

He nodded, cupping your cheek and wiping away the tears you had let out a few seconds ago, "I remember absolutely everything. How you loved to sleep cuddled up to me, or how you loved to walk down the soap aisle and smell each one to guess which one I bought" he left a kiss on your forehead, not letting go of your cheeks, "I also remember how you always kept an instant camera on your nightstand so you could capture my face as I slept; I remember how always after you did that you would touch each of my features and leave kisses on them" this time he kissed your cheek and his hands went down your shoulders until they stopped at the level of your waist, "I also remember how you liked to take your time kissing me, and that you were completely incapable of fucking without having a long kissing session before". You closed your eyes as you felt Jimin's forehead rest against yours. You could feel his nose pressing against yours gently, and his lips were so close that every time you moved them you could feel them brush against yours. "But there is one thing that no matter how hard I try, I am unable to remember."

"What one thing?" you whispered, leaning closer to him. 

"Your taste" caressed your lower back, pulling on you just enough so that both breasts were stuck together. 

"It's okay," you nodded, licking your lips, "that can easily be fixed.”

And you kissed him, and, oh my god, you really wouldn't ever regret that.

You wrapped your arms around Jimin's neck, pulling him to you, trying to make the space between you practically nil. You needed to feel him close, you needed your body and mind to assimilate the fact that it wasn't a complete stranger who was in front of you, it was Jimin, your Jimin, the same Jimin with whom you had your first time, with whom you almost got to live in the same house, the same Jimin who helped you follow your dream of being a photographer without thinking about what others would think. He was the only person you had come to love, and you had finally gotten to have him back.

Jimin gripped your waist tightly, sitting you down on the kitchen counter.

It could be years, but Jimin would never tire of kissing you.

With slightly trembling hands you began to unbutton his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours as soon as possible. Jimin, on the other hand, was concentrating on pulling your bridesmaid dress up to your waist. He couldn't help but barely open his eyes to see your underwear. He couldn't help but let out a groan when he saw that they were your favorite color.

Once you managed to remove her shirt you pulled it off as far as you could, letting your hands roam along his chest. You roamed over every part of his torso that had been exposed, stopping at his lower back so you could caress his dimples. You loved them so much.

"Lift your hips a little" he whispered in your ear, lowering his hands from your waist to your hips.

You quickly obeyed, leaning up just a little, just enough so that Jimin could remove your underwear. You took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

Jimin tossed your underwear somewhere in the room, hastily nipping at your neck and shoulders as his fingers neared your center.

You almost cried out when his fingers brushed your clit. It had been months since you had been with a man, which was already surprising considering how sexually active your life had been during the time you were with Jimin. There was practically no day when you didn't have sex. You had been out of practice, and that made you much more sensitive to his touch.

Your hands, trembling from the constant spasms that Jimin's fingers were causing you against your entrance and clit, focused on pulling down Jimin's pants and boxers, smiling internally as you heard him let out a moan as he felt his cock spring free.

You couldn't help but take it in your hands and fiddle with it. Jimin had the most beautiful cock you had ever seen.

"I want you inside" you whispered, making your head back to give Jimin more accessibility. "Now."

Jimin gave you a quick glance, his fingers still fiddling with your clit, massaging and tugging it to his liking, "Now? But-"

"Never mind, I want it now" you insisted, grinding your hips against his, eliciting a moan from him, "I missed five years of this, by this point it's a necessity."

"God, you haven't changed at all" he chuckled softly, taking his cock in his free hand to guide it to your entrance.

He moved the head of his member all over your entrance, sometimes going past it and taking advantage of rolling your clit. You could only respond to him with little moans, gasps and movements of your hips.

"Just shove it in" you grunted, pressing Jimin's head on your neck.

Jimin scoffed softly, starting to push his cock into your pussy. This time it was both of you who screamed.

You really missed this, even if it caused a burning in your pussy from not being lubricated enough, feeling Jimin again made that burning even exciting. You missed him so much.

"You're still just as tight as ever" he grunted into your shoulder, trying not to move so as not to cause you some kind of pain.

You had no interest in holding on. You'd finally been able to have Jimin inside you again, you'd make the most of every fucking second.

"I'm fine," you murmured, grinding your hips against his, "so stop torturing me and move."

"You sure?" he pulled away slightly, watching your face. You couldn't help but feel your heart race at the sight of Jimin's excited face, with his fluffy glossy lips and misty eyes… he looked like an angel.

"More than sure" you nodded quickly, kissing his face.

You almost drew blood on his back after he delivered the first lunge.

He was quite slow at first, his lunges were slow but steady, he would take care to pull his cock almost all the way out, only to bury it in your pussy with a lunge. It wasn't until he felt you were sufficiently lubricated that he began to increase the speed of his lunges.

And it felt like heaven to you.

It might have been 5 years, but Jimin still remembered perfectly what points to touch to bring you to the top in just a few minutes. Or at least that's what you thought after he hit your G-spot directly as soon as his onslaught started to get stronger.

You moaned quite loudly when he touched that spot.

"Your breasts are so cute" he hummed contentedly once he removed the sleeves of your dress and let them fall down until they freed your breasts, "so round and soft, I love them" he murmured, bringing his lips to them and leaving messy kisses around your nipples.

By this point you barely understood what he was saying.

"It feels so good" you whispered between gasps, resting your hands on the counter, leaning your chest closer to his lips, "so fucking good".

"Shit" Jimin grunted, resting his head on your shoulder, "how could you possibly be so tight?" he groaned softly, holding your hips so he could increase the speed of his onslaught, "it feels even better than I remembered."

You nodded awkwardly, using one of your hands to wrap around his neck and kiss him. Unlike the kiss you gave each other at the beginning, this one was much messier. It was all desperate tongues and teeth clashing against teeth.

"Faster" you sighed against his lips, squealing as you felt Jimin grab your waist and lift you off the counter, pressing his body to yours and allowing himself to increase the speed of his onslaught. Your whole body trembled as he used his fingers to pull on your clit as his cock slammed into your G-spot with force.

"I feel so close" he whispered, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock twist inside you. You felt so warm, wet and tight that it was almost impossible not to climax so quickly.

"M-me too," you gripped his shoulders, closing your eyes tightly, "Fuck, I seriously didn't remember you being so good."

Jimin replied with a chuckle, lifting you off the counter and pressing you against the kitchen wall. You groaned as you felt the cold crash against your back. "You still have a weakness for fucking against a wall?"

You didn't reach to answer him as a wave of pleasure built up in your body and was released the instant Jimin thought to press you against the cold wall of your kitchen. Honestly, you couldn't remember the last time you had come this way.

You moaned loudly as you felt Jimin's onslaught continue to get faster and messier. Your pussy burned from how sensitive it was.

"I-I cum" he growled in your ear, clinging to your waist and letting his seed fill your insides.

You were both silent for a few moments, trying to slowly come back to reality.

Jimin's gaze was glued to the junction of his cock with your pussy, watching as a mixture of his cum with your juices dripped to the floor. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Sorry, I'll get something to clean the floor and-".

"No," you murmured, clinging to him with arms and legs, just as a sloth would cling to its branch, "Just…can we stay like this a little longer?"

"You want me to hold you against the wall?" he frowned, slightly confused. His legs would kill him the next day, but he was willing to do it if that's what you wanted.

"No" you rolled your eyes, looking Jimin in the eyes, "I want to feel you inside me, just a little more" you kissed his bare shoulder, marking a path from his shoulder to his jaw, "My room is the last door on the right. Let's stay there for a while, until tomorrow, please."

Jimin let a smile grow on his face at hearing that you would let him stay at your place tonight. The idea that this meant a second chance for you made his heart pound. He wondered if you could feel it now that your head was attached to his chest.

"Okay, let's go to your room" he whispered, leaving a chaste kiss on your crown of your head, "then let me take care of the mess we left, it was partly my fault."

"Since you insist…" you laughed softly, letting Jimin carry you to your certain in his arms.

You missed that feeling so much. You hoped and prayed this time you wouldn't ruin it.

Masterlist.

[tookishcombeferre]

i remember you, tucked into your first binder, like an anxiety compression vest, eight years ago, blaring some song far too loud into your headphones, you voted then, too. you, and the, not yet, spouse unit, got pancakes at the diner you loved the waitress who knew you and your gsa friends made sure you had extra syrup, she patted your shoulder, she told you you'd survive to see tomorrow, you weren't sure she was right. but, you tried to believe her. the next time you vote, you have been married seventy-two hours, world's fastest and shortest prayer service, no dance, small dinner, thirteen friends, like bilbo's dwarves, cram into your home for a "reception" before you abscond to a hotel room to sleep. that night, watching numbers, seventy-two hours after your wedding, the two of you curl around each other, as some kind of protective barrier from the outside world. you trust him. the bespeckled face that has always, always been there. he, who, drove you to walgreens at two in the morning when the hives from an allergic reaction locked your knees and forced you to sleep on a futon. my great human disaster, he says, booping your nose as he drops you off, half-carries you inside. both of your are bitter, dorm-policy will not let him stay the night. yet, he strokes your hair, until you are sleeping ... still on the blasted futon. he, who, insists you come to tea friends talking history, literature, and philosophy - sometimes four, sometimes six, sometimes three, once only two ... he bought you tea, and listened to you vent holding your hand as you wept, washing away all that you had carried for far, far too long. when the sun rises on that next day, victory is sweet, and the embrace you share is sweeter. hope is a word that suddenly looks like sunshine, pink on the horizon line, blazing white, dancing golden yellow as it arcs over the sky. when you bring life into the world, you pray the future is brighter still tonight you do not know what to say when they kiss your face lips full of chocolate and cheesecake ... yet, this is a darkness you have fought. you remember that diner, the bitter coffee, the saccharine sweetness of the pancakes, tears pouring down your face. ticking up the music louder, louder, louder, and louder still ... trying to reach some kind of oblivion. the next day? the alarm went off, and you stumbled to class ... tomorrow? a voice will cry your name and you will stumble to task. the checklist works - cry, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, but the powerful play goes on, that we each may contribute a verse ... what may your verse be? mo stóirín, what will your verse be? every parent's prayer; every child knows - p.s. shuller You have got to stay. You have got to fight the good fight. Cry. Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off. And, the show must go on. Activism is so important. Now more than ever. And, also, it isn't over till it's over (or whatever the heck that idiom is.) Please, please, there is so much left. There are so many rainbows, and puddles to jump in, and TV shows to watch, and dogs to pet, and pizza concoctions to try. There are so many terrible flavors of Pringles to eat. There are CapriSun flavors you haven't had yet. (Though, we all know that Mountain Cooler is the superior one don't even at me.) You will laugh again. That feeling will be so worth it. There are so many things, good, beautiful, and worthy things to keep on keeping on for. Especially for the littlies out here. I see you. I've been you. I promise you, if you look to history, we will band together like we have for time immemorial to do what we have always done, survive. We will be okay. I don't know what you believe in, but you gotta trust that it's going to be okay. One breath. One day. One week. One year, at a time. I believe that with each other we are stronger than we know Cling tight to those "old songs." There's a reason those legends come back to us in new forms again and again. Read them. Sing them. Learn them. All My Parental and Elder Queer Love to You, Pip

[ppenguinpperson]

canine girl in all her doggy glory!! already posted her design and profile the other day, but i updated her profile and i want all her images in one post.. speaking of her profile, warning warning for talk of violence there more on canine (+ lyrics?!! Woah!!) under the cut:)

canine girl is inspired/an au of my oc alík, but i don't think it'd be wrong to say she's a different character alltogether? while the things she struggles with are things that alík does, too, she's more like.. idk ❤️only i can understand this ...

as you may have guessed by her warning, canine girl has violent intrusive thoughts, and feels extremely guilty for them, even if she never acts out on them. her profile doesnt get too into this .. since she feels that guilt and shame, i don't think she'd wanna share the details online .. or with anybody ever.. you know how it is 💥

her design is smth i struggled with greatly .. her mask is this

and as soon as i saw it on alíks pinterest board i was set on using it and im sooo happy i did!! i think it works greatly..!!! other notable things about her design, that im happy with, are mostly to do with her hoodie. her hoodie-ears are actual ears, shes just hiding them:) and its made to resemble a service dog vest!

you can't really see it in the 'fake screenshot' art, the first one, but she's got a kind of belt (harness ?) around her chest !! its around her shoulders too.. and her chain hanging from that could be interpreted as a leash ig ?? idk 💥💥you'll never understand sinister minds inner workings... another design-y thing is !! shes got her arms around herself in the fake screenshot, which is bc she's hiding her claws from you 💥her eyes are also made to resemblea wolfs:)

her pants are just like that bc its alíks fashion sense 💥and bc i think they fit! and i like them!! a little treat just for me:)

another thing that i wanna talk about is her profile!! its so !! chill !! the colours are warm and inviting, her info there is silly, she invites you to talk with her if you're struggling, shes got fun blinkies.. !! shes just having fun on a site hanging out and chilling .. its like that bc i wanted to show, even if in a little way, that intrusive thoughts arent indicative of a persons identity. canine's intrusive thoughts don't make her a bad person, they don't make her a rabid dog like she thinks, they just make her somebody with intrusive thoughts. shes more than her intrusive thoughts, you know ??

anyhow! the lyrics !! i wrote lyrics for a theoretical song that she would have, but Wont, because im not a songwriter. i might make a silly littly tune for her one day, like a minute long at most, most likey shorter, so these lyrics are what you get !! and also it was my second time writing actual lyrics (first time was 10 minutes before when i was writing lyrics for another tptm oc, unknown girl) so Dont be meanies... Ok... treat me niceys... her voice for this would be kohaku merry btw :3

warning, again, more specified this time: themes of violent intrusive thoughts, talk of violence, vague references to generational abuse

That I’m just like a dog, I know Got the leash and collar to show Tug it one way, then another I’ll obey you like no other

But obedience doesn’t cut it With teeth sharper than a razor blade The only way to be is afraid That’s what I say, anyway

Can’t say I’m sorry, not to you That’d scare me, letting you know  About your mangled body on the floor Still just a fantasy, nothing more

(Violent thoughts suppressed) Ineffective muzzle helps little (Violent needs repressed) ‘Cause my razors make it brittle It’s not on purpose, just my spittle Can’t help my second nature

(BEAT ME, FLAY ME, LEAVE ME DEAD PLEASE DO YOUR WORST, I BEG IT WON’T BE UNDESERVING TO BEAT A WILD DOG SENSELESS

GIVE IT YOUR ALL, YOUR EVERYTHING WE BOTH KNOW I’D DO WORSE WERE I NOT A DOG BUT SOMETHING LIKE I AM NOW, JUST SHAMELESS)

The carpet floor’s forever stained A family heirloom of violence and hate Trying so hard to reject that norm Can’t help but feel it’s all I’m destined for

Gotta stop myself with only a collar Can’t be like my father’s bully father So as long as you hold my leash I swear I’ll hide my deepest needs

Even if it’s not real, I fear You’ll reach into me and see All these sinful fantasies Of your bloody arteries I don’t mean them, believe me It’s just that this is all I know how to be A mutt that doesn’t know any better Only to claw and dismember

(Violent thoughts excessed) Maybe it’s just natural selection (Violent needs processed) Can no longer deny this connection That I’m just like a dog, I know Got all this shame to show

Your hands are only ever kind A stark contrast to my mind It’s not real, just thoughts, I know Adrenaline still fills me though

My collar thins, soon it will snap Go away, don’t want you here for that Your kindness is naivety My impending misery Your outstretched hand is prey Don’t say I didn’t warn you  Here comes the prophesised day Where the hand feeds no more

(WITH MY LEASH AND MUZZLE GONE YOU MISTAKE FOR A FAWN YOU THROW MY COLLAR TO THE FLOOR I BEG, PUT IT BACK ON NOT YOUR FAULT, BUT C’MON DON’T BE SO CRUEL AND SHOW ME I’M THE ONLY VICTIM TO MY FANTASY)

[loadinghellsing]

inspired by @laski-and-sage's post;

[cantfindadecentalias]

A Smoky Surrender

Every day at noon, Adam would slip out of the office and walk to the park, a small sanctuary amidst the chaos of the city. He’d sit on his usual bench, sandwich in hand, and watch the world go by, taking in the tranquility of the trees swaying in the breeze and the birds fluttering by. It was his routine—a moment of peace before returning to the grind of work.

Today was no different, except for the woman who appeared out of nowhere and sat next to him. She was striking—dark sunglasses, crimson lips, and a cigarette balanced delicately between her fingers. Adam frowned immediately, his lips pressing into a thin line. He hated smoking. The thought of breathing in someone else’s toxic fumes made his skin crawl. But, he was too polite.

"Mind if I smoke?" she asked, her voice low and smoky like the very thing she held.

"Actually, I do," Adam said firmly, turning his body slightly away from her.

She smiled, a slow, knowing smile, as if she had already expected his answer. Without another word, she lit the cigarette. Adam was about to stand and leave, but something held him in place. The soft click of her lighter, the flicker of the flame—it felt almost…mesmerizing. His eyes locked on the tip of the cigarette resting between her cherry red lips, and he saw the moist color stain the white cigarette as her lips pressed around it to inhale the first inhale.

He blinked, shaking his head. 'Get up…', he told himself, 'just leave'. But his legs didn’t move. Instead, he watched as the woman brought the cigarette to her lips again, inhaling deeply. A thin stream of smoke curled up into the air between them. She turned her head with a knowing smile and exhales the smoke in his direction.

The smoke hit him like a warm wave. The smoke drifted lazily in the air from the tip of the cigarette, curling in spirals, and despite himself, Adam breathed in deeply. It wasn’t harsh, like he expected. It was…sweet. There was something calming in it too, something soothing. His shoulders, once tense with irritation from the morning, relaxed slightly.

"You seem stressed," the woman said, her voice dripping with amusement. She tilted her head and blew another gentle puff of smoke in his direction, her eyes never leaving his.

"No, I'm not…" Adam started, but his words trailed off as the smoke surrounded him again, thick and strangely comforting. His mind felt a littly fuzzy, like it was wrapped in a soft, smoky haze. He blinked again, feeling the familiar resistance bubbling up inside him. 'No!', he thought. 'This is wrong'.

"I'm guessing you're one of those health-conscious types?" she mused, her lips curling in amusement as she watched him fight her hypnotic smoke. "You probably hate this, don’t you?" she said gesturing to the smoke that drifted off up into the air. She took another slow drag, exhaling more deliberately in his direction.

He coughed lightly, feeling his lungs tighten, but instead of standing to leave or protesting as he wanted, he found himself sitting there, watching her, as if he were rooted to the spot. Every inhale made his chest feel warmer, and his thoughts a little slower.

"You…you shouldn't smoke around people," Adam muttered, forcing himself to push back. His eyes were on the cigarette, though, following the graceful way she held it, the way the smoke seemed to hang in the air like a spiral. The more he looked at it, the more relaxed he became, and the less he wanted to leave.

"You don’t really believe that" she whispered softly, leaning closer. Her breath carried the same sweet scent as the smoke, and Adam inhaled it reflexively. "It's not so bad, is it?"

The words were so soft, almost a suggestion. Adam blinked again. 'It is bad', he thought, but the thought was weak and distant, wrapped in hypnotic smoke. His head felt heavier now, and the bench beneath him felt softer. The world around him seemed to fade as he focused only on the sound of her voice. The soft exhale of smoke, the rhythmic rise and fall of her hand as she brought the cigarette to her lips and her words made him feel quite aroused.

"You look tired," she murmured. "You should relax." She moved closer to him now and she reached out, resting the hand that held the cigarette lightly on his arm. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down his spine. His resistance faltered, and his shoulders slumped and his cock twitched.

The smoke was everywhere now, wrapping around him, seeping into his skin. It was warm, intoxicating, like a soft blanket pulling him deeper into a fog. Adam’s breath slowed. His mind was no longer fighting—just floating. The woman smiled knowingly, watching his struggle fade away with every puff she took.

"That’s better," she whispered, taking another drag and letting the smoke drift gently from her lips mere inches from his face. The last air from her lungs, she blew it directly in his face. "Breathe in for me."

Adam inhaled. He didn’t even think about it anymore. The smoke filled his lungs, removing his thoughts, making everything feel light and easy. He felt his head nod slightly, as if agreeing with her, even though he wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to.

"You're such a good boy," she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She stroked his arm and chest with the cigarette between her fingers. Adam's eyes followed the path of her hand and felt increasing tingles of pleasure where she touched. "I think you’re ready to do me a little favor, aren’t you?"

Adam blinked slowly, his gaze fixed on her once again. The cigarette in her hand was almost gone now, only a small, glowing ember left. His mind felt so soft, so distant, that he could barely remember why he had been upset. All that mattered was the warmth, the calm, the sound of her voice.

"Here," she said, holding out a thin, pink cigarette lighter that was covered in gemstones. She then slid another slender, white cigarette out from her pack and placed it between her lips. She discarded the first cigarette on the floor. "Be a dear and light this for me."

Adam stared at the cigarette. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t. He was against smoking, wasn't he?. But the thought was distant, like it was trapped under a thick layer of smoke. His hands moved on their own, taking the lighter from her fingers and without a word, he struck the flame and brought it to the tip of the cigarette.

"Good boy," she said, her smile widening as she leaned in again, taking the first drag from the cigarette he had lit. The smoke surrounded him again, thicker this time, pulling him deeper into its warm, sweet embrace.

Adam breathed in deeply, no longer resisting. The smoke filled him completely now, and when the woman exhaled, he felt his thoughts drift away, leaving behind only the need to obey.

[laski-and-sage]

Alucard: Why do you do this to me again?

TJ, putting more stickers on him: I'm bored and we're family. Shut up or I'll put a littly pony on your mouth

Anderson, entering the room: What is-

Alucard: RUN!

*two minutes later*

TJ: I LOVE this rainbow on your nose, Alex!

[enoughyi]

#5: Peck & Bite

Ship: Imelda Reyes x f!MC (Julia Wright), Poppy Sweeting

Summary: Imelda and her contemplative mood.

Prompt Number: 64. Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward. [>>>link to the list]

Word count: 681. Rating: T.

A/N: It's brainrot-powered. Characters are in their 20's.

Based on my Imelda nsfw!headcanons post and on an one where I wrote Imelda is a tad superstitious. I don't remember the number.

Why has my writing blog turned Imelda x f!MC x Poppy kissy fluff? I frankly have no coherent answer nor idea, how. And I regret not, and hope this little nearly-a-week long journey has been so far a joy! :D

This song, btw:

Tags: @thriftstorebabayaga @espressoristretto-patronum @celestial--sapphic @ladyofsappho

Imelda wondered littly about times when it was just Poppy and Julia.

Julia was a dreamy girl. Poppy was peculiar according to some, and pensive to Imelda's mind. A halcyon amidst the disarray of poaching seas; Poppy couldn't be more driven towards her. It was only natural for them to tag along on their beast rescue impetuous escapades -- and at some point, fall head over heels for one another. A Ravenclaw like Julia must've been so at Poppy's crude flirting; a brazen Hufflepuff like Poppy couldn't escape Julia's peck of curiosity.

They looked so happy.

Their funny hobbies; giggly exchanges in the corridors and classes, somehow avoidant of professors' attention or pithy comments; the life they had, against all odds, was picturesque and serene.

And did Imelda envied both of them, many years ago.

Yet did she expect an intervention of nearly divine capability; turned each of their lives to a meeting point on a joint that would lead them to a future of inseparability, reliance, in other words, love.

It was a fairly long story; when a snake falls from the sky there has to be an explanation how it has gotten up in the air, has it not. But its starting point; it has never allowed Imelda a single contemplationless moment. Whenever she would ask Julia if she regretted anything; whenever she would ask Poppy the same question; however they would answer, Imelda would always feel either they didn't know, or were as contemplative, or preferred to call it infuriatingly simple.

Magic.

Only in a fairy tale you'd have everything you could want from life, for a steep faeian price of course, and able to run with it, carelessly.

Poppy and Julia were unanimous in how to call Imelda's worry.

A mere superstition.

Because life is unpredictable; anything can happen; Julia happened, everything was and isn't just probable, it all is possible, no need to be worrisome, yes?..

Perhaps Poppy's word had some weight to it; her peculiar interest to fae creatures could lead her to this conclusion. But Julia's upbringing, inept in a magical sense, could only pack her mind with every fancy piece of literature about magical creatures of inestimable strengths and unfathomable powers. But when confronted, oh, that woman was an obduracy; her eyes almost glimmered with a familiar splinting sharpness Fig had when told his beliefs about magic were strange.

As if Julia knew something nobody else did. Acted as she pleased, -- or, no, was doing in accordance to the flow only she could sense in the air. Or was it a superstition getting a hold of Imelda, again?

So she asked her again.

"Neither of us regrets anything," Julia said. She was nearly asleep, but forced her eyes open at the sight of Imelda's distress.

It didn't feel right keeping her awake. "I know but it's all just…"

"Yes?" Tiredly, Julia added, "What is it?"

"It… It just doesn't feel real."

Julia's intent to sit up wasn't an available option, not for this late hour, not after Julia had been pleased; not after five-technically-six words, again, ruptured something in her heart, visible in a tired spark in her stubborn gaze. Was it Imelda -- or the Slytherin tendency to bite with venom instead of hitting with a peck of a snout; she hurt her, again.

Imelda's hands were on her shoulders, bony under the chemise; Julia's fingers ran up her cheek. She whispered, breathing out air strongly, "I am real very much though. You can't snap fingers and get rid of me. Consider me a pet fae; we've been through this again, and again, but we've yet to meet that bothersome thought of yours."

"Yes but are you really--"

"Really." She always pecked at the lips. "Get to sleep. It might be the Morpheus' clamant call to you. I'm limp. You're about to crash."

And she always got a bite back, always then breathed in sharply, eyelids flutter in the lingering warmth of this want-to-believe kiss. It could also help her to get to her own much warranted, wanted sleep.

Julia was a dreamy girl.

[joeythefrog]

I've had a couple people (this is the most recent from @bigmack2go) ask this question so I thought I would talk about it Dasher is a newsie who exists in some versions of cannon -but not all. He was about eight (not confirmed just a popular hc) and was Race's adopted son

The story was that his father left him when he was about six or seven, telling him to wait outside on the street and that he would come back later -but he never did. We don't know if he was planning on abandoning him or was prevented from getting back.

He was found by Race at nighttime when he was on his way back from Brooklyn. Race took him in to become a newsie.

Dasher eventually came to see Race as a father figure, mainly because he looked out for him and made sure he was safe. He got attatched pretty quickly. While Race wasn't really a big fan at first he came around to it because Dasher is stubborn.

He got his name because he was the fastest and strongly resembles a deer (the newsies don't know the difference between deer and reindeer). What with the untameable hair, knobby knees, button nose, and doe eyes. He personally just likes it because it's similar to Racer.

A popular hc relating to that is that there is a whole group of littlies named after the reindeer (I can go into that if somebody wants)

He has a semi cannon boyfriend Sparrow (well as much of a boyfriend as an eight year old can have) from Brooklyn, one of Spot's littlie birdies. It's mainly a puppy love thing that becomes a rivalry as they get older that dies down into romance again.

Dasher is usually pretty similar to Race in personality. He's loud and boisterus, cocky, easily irritated, dramatic, sarcastic, and strategic as well as caring a fierce amount for his friends and family.

I would be happy to take asks about any of the deer littlies or the birdies (particularly Dasher and Sparrow) because I think they are all really underrated

[granulesofsand]

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA programming

We’ve had a group of us annotating Becoming Yourself by Alison Miller. There’s a lot to take from it, but the language makes it hard for us to read and we’re already dissociated to the moon and back.

I’m reading our copy, and I could’ve sworn some of that text wasn’t there the first time. It’s the same print, it hasn’t magically updated itself, but I can retain more of it. Eventually we’re gonna go through the whole thing again and really add as many notes as we think of, but already it’s been a huge difference.

But that’s not what I learned. What I learned is that

a) a lot of our subsystems have been hiding littlies

b) not all of the ones that are obviously young, internally look and externally act young, have been taught not to be children. I know that’s not new information, but that they never changed their appearance or developed by fronting, it knocked the breath out of me

c) some groups are subsystems with mixed opinions about their shared form. As in the beasties have submembers who enjoy their nonhumanness, who are healthy and happy, and submembers who were tortured into that identity and they hate it.

And all these young ones who we didn’t have access to before are showing up, and they’re all ambivalent and terrified. A bunch have subsystems with no mature members, and it’s like teaching an outside child how to hold system meetings and respect their insiders.

Also, I’d bet money the higher ups on that side found out we were deprogramming the first time we read that Miller book, and since then they’ve been hiding behind alter-creation programs. It would make sense that the forming would continue for the years we were unaware of it, but damn are they organized. I don’t imagine our handlers would’ve spent so much time doing it themselves after they taught us to do it for them.

Anyway I hate healing and I would like to fire our therapist and go sit in a patch of sunlight instead /hj

[f1-disaster-bi]

Wow you have written so many of "my" prompts already 🥺💖

I loved Lando cooking for Martin and the way Martin then took care of him 🫶🏼 they are always so full of love for each other 💖

I loved reading Max's thoughts while Lando slept on him clearly not ready to let Max go 🥺 they have been through so much together i'm sure they figure it out quickly 🫶🏼

George comparing Lando to the color in his life and Lando reassuring him that it was always him no matter what he did was so sweet 💖 i love this au so much already 💖

The first and last kiss of the girl au was also great and i look forward to what could come next 🫶🏼

Lando being the one who gave Max the strength to walk away from his abusive dad and not letting his words affect him anymore is amazing 💖

The Pando one was so funny nothing beats a littly jealousy to get things going 😂 i'm guessing a bunch of their coworkers got fed up with all the pining and selected Carlos to make a move on Lando so Pierre would get his shit together and finally ask Lando out 😂

Thank you again for writing so much already it's always so nice to read all of your works 🫶🏼 i'm sorry i'm not as good in expressing how much i like all of them 🫂

-💖

I'm so glad you've loved them all so far anon!!! I really enjoyed writing! And no sorries! It's nice to see your appreciation of them!!!

I had fun with the Pando one, not going to lie, because I saw it and went "omg them being idiots" 😂😂

[themarvelliteraryuniverse]

This is Who He is

From (×) || @positivelybeastly

It's not even a question in his mind.

For the past few months, he's reigned it back- the animal. He's been the gentlemen; or, well, his summation of one. He plays nice with the X-fucks, he does his part as the training room punching bag so all the littlies feel good about themselves. It's humiliating, sure, but Hank seems to get one hell of a kick out of it, so Victor deals because the sex is good. No, the sex is great, really.

Victor deals with a lot. He left solitude, he hasn't murdered Chuck in his sleep, he hasn't taken a human or mutant life in four months. He even plays nice with Logan all for the sake of Hank. So Hank will smile and quote something Victor doesn't know, but it's as good as any drug because Victor knows he did good in Hank's eyes. It's all worth it. Mostly.

They'd been on a walk because Victor was getting too many scents and too many noises around everyone else. So they went somewhere quiet. Somewhere Victor could breathe in the scent of tree sap and dirt and wildlife. Not kids and teenagers and school supplies.

He'd been too focused on trying to impress Hank with a book quote he memorized just for him. The Purifiers snuck up on them, which immediately put Victor into his fight mode.

Then he sees them go for Hank. And he knows the guy can handle himself, but something in him panics. The fear of losing what's his, of having something he's grown attached to get taken from him, of being alone again- it all overtakes him, and he attacks.

The fight isn't long. It's like all that balled up rage finally gets to come out. His nails grow long and sink so easily into pliant flesh. It takes so little effort to close his hands on the zealots insides and then just pull. Blood soaked earth fills his nostrils as gold rimmed eyes pierce through the night. He finds Hank.

You didn't have to do that.

Is he serious? Victor barks a laugh, kicking the upper half of the body spinning across the grass. "There's a reason these idiots don' come after me. They know they won't make it back. Only way you'll get 'em ta back off. I did ya a favor, babe. You're welcome."

He crosses the field to offer Hank his hand to help him stand.

"Hank, get out of the dirt. You hate grass stains."

[allineedisonedream]

is there a full version of your tumblr background pic? because it's absolutely the cutest, i love all of them as littlie ducks 💖

There was, but...

I kinda can't find it. It was tagged as #dc ducks, (or i think it was) and I can find all the other ones.

I swear I remember posting it; it couldn't have just vanished... right? Weird.

If I don't find it till tomorrow or something, I'm just gonna post it again. ^^

Edit: Ifound it!

here

[ofmermaidstories]

Soooo have you ever seen any giant spiders in Australia?? I want to visit but I’ve heard there’s a lot of spiders and I’m terrified of even the thought

I say this kindly; you’re worried about the wrong kind of spiders, LOL. The big fellas are wussies! Big scaredy-cats!!! I live out in the country, so not only do I see them but a lot of the time I’m rooming with the bastards—I like to leave my doors and windows open during the day (it’s hot!) so it means they will scurry in away from the birds and the toads and make themselves at home. I think the most common ones I end up having to chase back out are Huntsmen—which look scary, but are pretty harmless (I think?? To humans, at any rate). Sometimes I can’t be assed dealing with them (they are hard to catch because of those stupid legs!) and they’re good at killing pests, so my general policy is they can hang out as long as I don’t see them. And if I do see them, it has to be in neutral territory like the lounge or the kitchen—if they appear in my bedroom or try to jump scare me in the bathroom then they get evicted!

This probably makes me sound braver than I am—I don’t much like spiders! I don’t much like being surprised by them and I don’t much like it when they gallop (and they do indeed gallop, the fuckers) but at the end of the day, they’re just bugs. We are bigger and scarier and for all we like to congratulate ourselves on inventing ice-cream and the internet and money, we still have to share the planet with them.

Good news for you though!!! As a tourist I’m presuming you’d be sticking to the cities and the coastline? So your chances of being hunted by a spider the width of your hand is less likely, LOL. If you go to a bushy area or you backpack, you might see one or two but—idk, I reckon you’re probably more likely to see one of the webbers in a tree or between fence posts or something, and you can just… walk around them LOL. Like I said, the big fellas are generally pretty wussy!!! They will try to avoid you at all costs! They also don’t have hanging webs like the littlies, so they’re going to be in undergrowth/bush kind of places—and in a city, in a hotel or a resort or wherever you stay, there’s going to be too much activity indoors for them to enjoy themselves! I live in an old house that has more space than I really need, so my little spider friends can get away with sneaking in and making themselves at home before I’ll even notice them (jerks!).

I promise!!! You will be okay. :) If you visit and see one, just tell it to go away! They generally listen. 🥹 I woke up one night, ages ago, to a massive bastard on the wall across from me—he was roughly as big as my hand, spanned out, but it was like, 3am and I was exhausted so I just told him he wasn’t allowed to be there when I woke up!!! Come morning, and he wasn’t. 😌 I saw him again a couple of nights later tho—he was hiding from the geckos, they’d taken a couple of his legs. 🥺 So I caught him in a box (nightmarish, he could still gallop even two legs down! this whole escapade involved me shrieking a lot at him (“STOP MOVING!”) and jumping up on my bed, trying to get the drop on him! death from above, lmao) and threw him outside, LOL. Remember!!! We are bigger and scarier!!!! We can beat them up!!! 💪🏽✨

[ofallthingsnasty]

Do you make a lot of crochet animals?

It depends on my mood, to be honest. Twice a year I get struck by the intense feeling of 'must crochet now' and for a few weeks all I can think is fibre arts until I calm down again lol. I finish like 2-3 amigurumi per week and I never make the same pattern twice. But crochet animals are my jam. I've been trying to get into making myself clothes but it's hard lol. I also love to crochet pet clothes but I don't have a littly baby to dress up sob sob

[flowerboy-viscera]

28-13. My Lule, another time.

I can hear you behind the door, calling me. I am trying. You have been calling me for so long now. Yours, apart from mine, is the only name I remember. I am reminded of the world around me always. Today is meant to be beautiful, today is a Celebration, the Thirteenth Celebration. In past years I would dress and bathe the littlies, and in past years the older children would be sent for flowers, and I would help with arranging them around the house. Smiling and laughing. Every year I have been kept here, the place seems the same, though more careful round my quarters, strangely. Conversations cease once my door is approached, as always. And every year I think of you, Lucjan. Perhaps you miss me. Perhaps I will see you again. How strange you will find me, to be so thin now. How strange you will find me and my red skin. I imagine you'd say, "Oh, Ekata, what's happened to you?" And I'd laugh and laugh because I'd be just so happy to see you again. I hope I see you soon. I hope you will come to me in my dreams again, this very night. Lovely Thirteenth, Lucjan.

- Your Ekata