#tagging so you can avoid like the plague if you don't want to read that

[andersonfilms]

whats hers is mine | abby anderson

tags: eighteen+, wlw, sexual content, gf’s roommate!abby, toxic!abby, cheating (don't go cheating on your partners this is for fantasy purposes babe), abby fr is menance in this.

an. yeah! i was horny so...this literally came out of my brain so smoothly. do i hate it? yes. but am i still going to post it nd fight my brain telling me not to? yeah! happy reading my h*rny pals.

abby being your girlfriend’s roommate who you harbor a slight attraction towards. it’s nothing big, you have this under control, or at least it’s what you tell yourself. she’s hot, gorgeous, so incredibly muscular it makes you see stars. it tears you apart thinking of all the ways her strength could make you submit to her will.

make you hers.

fuck. but you have a girlfriend.

it’s a reminder you have to repeat over in your mind anytime you catch yourself being too flirty with her, but then she gives it to you right back. now, every night you dream of her milky skin, stunning blues looking right at you, and those soft lips caressing every inch of your skin, leaving marks in their path as abby stakes her claim. yet, you wake up with your girlfriend’s arm around you with your chest feeling warm at the fantasy of someone else. you have to avoid abby before you do something completely idiotic.

yet, she’s the first one to make the first move.

abby knows you’ve been avoiding her like the plague, so when she’s presented with a perfect opportunity, the conflict at hand is met with absolutely no resistance.

“abby, you’ve blocked my car in. can you move yours?” you ask through the shut door. she gives you a soft yes and when you’re two seconds from walking downstairs to meet her in the driveway.

she opens the fucking bathroom door.

water drips down sunkissed freckled skin, glistening from the shower she obviously took. her blonde hair darker than usual, falling down her back. the smirk there is vile, begging you to look further than her blue eyes.

with the way abby is looking at you, there’s no fucking way she doesn’t want it. clearly, she’s more patient than most, waiting for you to drop the eye contact.

“well?” abby lifts her left eyebrows, cocking her head to the side as she waits for you to react, crumble, cry. you’re not sure what exactly she’s looking for. the confidence radiating from her is irritating just as it is enticing.

when you shake your head silently, repeatedly too, the tall blonde takes a one step forward, the pad of her thumb places pressure on your chin, guiding your gaze where she wants. happily, you comply.

jesus fucking christ, you’d fully believe she was made just for you if someone told you.

the auburn towel is secured around hips loosely, her toned abdomen on full display, her small breasts sit beautifully, nipples hardened from the cool air. it’s not fair how fucking perfect she looks. there’s not a damn thing you want more than to wrap your lips around her pink nipples and suck.

“now, are you going to stop pretending you don’t want to fuck me, baby?” abby taunts, her voice light and airy but it shoots right to your core.

“i-i, abby, this is wrong we shouldn’t be doing this. you need to get dressed.” you try to great some distance but abby pulls you towards her as you enter the bathroom with her, left arm shutting the door as she locks it.

“mhm, you’ve been dating for what? two months? don’t be stupid baby, think with that pretty pussy of yours. know she wants me and you do too, babygirl.” abby grabs your hand placing it on her towel, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

“you can take it off if you want. do you wanna see my pussy baby?”

shit.

your fingertip plays with the fibers, before you can process what you’re doing, it’s unraveling off her strong hips exposing more of her built physique for your greedy eyes. quads are flexing as you take her in, the muscle rippling as you feast on her.

you have never been so truly and royally fucked.

meticulously, she removes each piece of clothing you’re wearing as her lips attack your own. as if she’s been planning this moment since she laid eyes on you. she bends you over the sink, your pretty ass in the air for her and her fingers smooth over your delectable cunt, enjoying the inconsistent twitching your taut body provides.

“now, be a good girl for me and let me fuck my baby, yeah? ‘m gonna fuck you better than she ever would.”

reblogs are appreciated! ♡

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[worksby-d]

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thank you for sending a prompt!!! 🤎

50 types of kisses prompts 

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Prompt: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Themes: Cheating (maybe!) (only if you choose to read it that way), sneaking around, a MINUTE amount of angst, I suppose.

Word count: ~500

Standing in your bathroom, you watch Andy sit on the edge of the tub to run the water for a bath. You both threw on just enough clothes to walk across the room from your bed, so the steam from the hot water gives you back some warmth that you lost when you rolled out of his arms.

You're lost in thought, staring at the steady stream of water when he looks up at you. He doesn't know where the frown on your face came from. 

“What's that look for?” 

Avoiding his gaze, you look down and pretend to pick lint off your shirt. 

“You haven't told her yet, have you?” 

Your voice is quiet and he just looks at you, wondering how you knew. 

“I can tell you have something on your mind… Like your head is somewhere else tonight.” 

He lets out a deep breath. “I'm sorry–” 

You look toward him. He's been telling you for weeks that he's just been waiting for the right time to tell Laurie that he's been seeing you while they've been taking a break. 

“Do you not want to..?” 

Your voice trails off. There's always been a worry in the back of your mind that he's going to find it easier one of these days to just go back to her, to put his feelings aside and keep their family the way it is. 

“No, no. It’s not like that,” he swears, turning the water off and standing up to step closer to you. “I promise.” 

You shrug. What does he expect you to think?

“It's just… Complicated.” 

The famous line. You subtly roll your eyes. 

“The longer you wait, the harder it'll be.” you carefully remind him. 

“I know.” He wishes you'd look him in the eye to see he means it. He holds his hand out for you. “I know. Come here.” 

Hesitantly taking his hand, you let him pull you only a little closer. “I don't want you to hide me.” 

“I'm not…” 

He pauses to think about it though. The dates in other towns so there's no chance of someone he knows seeing the two of you before he has a chance to tell his wife… The only spending nights at your place... Ok. He gets it.

“I'm sorry.” He can't say it enough. “It’s not like I want to hide you. You know that.” 

“Do I?” 

“I hope so.” He furrows his brow, letting a silence take over as he waits for your eyes to meet his. “I love you.” 

Your frown is still there even as your eyes light up a little, finally finding his. 

He leans to give you a soft kiss, repeating his words. “I love you. I mean that.” 

A small smile tugs at your lips. You kiss him back, your smile growing wider. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper, closing the gap between your bodies with a hug. “The sneaking around was fun at first, but we can't keep doing it. It makes me feel like we're doing something wrong and we're not–”

“I know.” He's not the best with words, it's no secret. His hands rubbing your back is his best attempt at soothing away your worries right now. “I know.”

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[thethreeeyed-raven]

saw you wanted people to send you opla zoro requests so I have one for you :)) may I request a opla zoro x fem reader where the reader maybe assumes that zoro and nami have something going on (yk that one scene where they're playing the drinking game and that chemistry they had) so she distances herself from zoro thinking he doesn't like her back when he does? I would really like some good old angst but ending it with fluff. (Maybe Zoro and the reader have an argument) Thank you so much!

serene

navigation | warnings : angst to fluff | a/n : tysm for your req, i enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading! | roronoa zoro playlist | tags : @fangsp1der-2099 , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss

"Jealousy is not a good look on you."

You whipped your head around to see Usopp looking back at you, flashing a knowing smirk.

"What can I say, I'm an envious person." You shrugged nonchalantly.

Usopp made his way to stand next to you copying your stance of resting on the railing.

"It's not like it will have any affect, they both clearly have their own thing going on." You gestured glumly to Zoro and Nami who stood laughing amongst themselves.

What was she saying that was so funny anyway? You could make Zoro laugh more.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Oh, Usopp.

You sighed and forced your gaze away from Zoro. "It's not that easy."

Though Zoro was a quiet person, that didn't mean he wasn't observant.

He'd noticed you'd been trying to avoid him, which was hard considering you lived on the same ship as him, and were on the same crew.

Zoro left it for a while, deciding not to speak up because he thought it was just a phase you were going through.

He took notice of your lingering looks when he spoke with Nami, but the thought of jealousy never crossed his mind.

Zoro wasn't the only observant member of the crew, Sanji and Nami noticed something was wrong with you.

Nami, Sanji and Zoro sat out on the deck underneath Nami's tiny tangerine trees.

Sanji took a puff of his cigarette before filling the silence. "Don't you think Y/n's been acting weird lately?"

Nami looked up from the map she was reading. "Yeah, I've noticed a little bit of tension." She swiftly looked at Zoro and back at Sanji.

"I saw that look." Zoro said bluntly.

Of course, Nami played dumb. "What look?"

"The one you just gave me."

Sanji huffed and shook his head. "Don't you think we should find out? She's our friend."

Both Zoro and Nami nodded.

Both Sanji and Nami tried so hard to get you to open up by pairing you with Zoro for various activities or jobs.

The plan worked for a while, you and Zoro would sit and chat for hours, only when Nami came would you go back to brooding.

Usopp seemed to catch on to Nami and Sanji's plan and told them of your feelings for Zoro and why you would slump every time Nami was around.

Zoro had his own suspicions of your strange behaviour, and decided he would confront you when the others weren't around.

Sighing, you knelt on the railing, gazing upon the vast blue sea.

"Can't sleep?" A deep voice interrupted the tranquil silence, but it was Zoro, so you didn't mind.

"Hmm, what about you?" You turned so you were facing him.

"Too much drink."

Both of you chuckled and your gaze returned to the horizon.

"I've...noticed" Zoro didn't plan exactly what he would say to you, so go with the flow it is. "You've been avoiding me."

"I haven't-"

"Is the problem with me or is it with Nami? Because every time she comes around, you start acting weird and-"

"Because I'm jealous!"

You didn't want to say anything else, so you let him stood there, just him and the stars to talk to.

Ever since that night, you'd been avoiding Zoro even more, almost as if you were afraid you'd catch the plague from him.

None of the crew knew what to do, and it wouldn't help that Zoro wouldn't explain why your behavior had gotten worse, even though they knew he knew something.

This was a job for Luffy.

Luffy found you on the goat head of the Going Merry, making his way over to sit with you.

"Are you alright?"

You turned with surprise, not expecting Luffy. "oh, hey Cap."

"Expecting someone else?" He gave you a dopey smile, adjusting his straw hat.

You shook your head.

"So, what's up with you?"

You huffed, but you could trust Luffy with everything, why not just admit it?

"I told Zoro I was jealous."

"Of?"

You took a minute to go over the thoughts in your head. "Of him and Nami. They're always laughing together and talking. I mean, me and Zoro would do that, but when he's with Nami it just looks..."

"Different?"

"Yeah..."

Luffy knew why you were jealous. "You should tell him how you feel."

Yeah, maybe you should.

"Hey Zoro." You approached him sheepishly.

His eyes widened just a little before greeting you in return.

"So, I came to apologise."

You took in his appearance before remembering why you were actually there.

"I'm sorry. You deserve to know. I was jealous of you and Nami. You both look so happy together and I wanted to be the one to make you smile and laugh like that. Because, unfortunately for me, I've fallen in love with you. And it's okay if you don't feel the same way, I'll understand and we can go back to our normal lives. But I needed you to know."

Instead of interrupting you, Zoro decided to stand and listen, to let you voice your feelings.

When you finished, you stood and gaped at him. Tears were brimming and your cheeks were aflame.

"I'm not good with words." Zoro admitted just a little embarrassed. "But...maybe my actions could help?"

He grabbed your face gently, caressing the redness of your cheeks with such tender strokes you could've melted.

It was when he pressed his lips to yours that your heart finally felt complete, and the weight of jealousy was lifted from your shoulders.

You both didn't say that you had feelings for the other, the serene kiss voiced everything it needed to.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Aesthetic Deep Dive Tag!

I created this tag in this post, and I want to do it again for another Scrapyard Boys OC of mine so here we go!

Rules: Make a moodboard with your character's aesthetic, a playlist that fits their vibe, "badly summarize them" (like, talk about their personality, but funnily), etc. It absolutely does not need to be super detailed!!!!!

✦ Character Aesthetic: Maxwell Cymbelline, WIP -Scrapyard Boys

♡ Moodboard ♡

♡ Playlist ♡

Not All Heroes Wear Capes - Owl City

He doesn't fight crime Or wear a cape He doesn't read minds Or levitate But every time my world needs saving He's my Superman Some folks don't believe in heroes 'Cause they haven't met my dad He loves his workshop And rock 'n roll He's got a hot rod And a heart of gold And you could say he's a man of few words But he talks a lot within And even though I'm a little taller I still look up to him

Could Have Been Me - The Struts

Don't wanna live as an untold story Rather go out in a blaze of glory I can't hear you, I don't fear you I'll live now 'cause the bad die last Dodging bullets with your broken past Well, I can't hear you, I don't fear you now Wrapped in your regret What a waste of blood and sweat Oh oh-oh I wanna taste love and pain Wanna feel pride and shame I don't wanna take my time Don't wanna waste one line I wanna live better days Never look back and say It could have been me It could have been me, yeah

Burn The House Down - AJR

Used to keep it cool Used to be a fool All about the bounce in my step Watch it on the news Whatcha gonna do? I could hit refresh and forget Used to keep it cool Should I keep it light? Stay out of the fight? No one's gonna listen to me If I write a song Preaching what is wrong Will they let me sing on TV? Should I keep it light? Is that right? Way up way up we go Been up and down that road Way up way up, oh no We gon' burn the whole house down

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - Taylor Swift

'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die He said he'd love me all his life But that life was too short Breaking down, I hit the floor All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "More" I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart (one, two, three, four) I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day I'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague I cry a lot but I am so productive, it's an art You know you're good when you can even do it With a broken heart

Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips

When life leaves you high and dry I'll be at your door tonight If you need help, if you need help I'll shut down the city lights I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe To make you well, to make you well When enemies are at your door I'll carry you way from war If you need help, if you need help Your hope dangling by a string I'll share in your suffering To make you well, to make you well Give me reasons to believe That you would do the same for me And I would do it for you, for you Baby, I'm not moving on I'll love you long after you're gone For you, for you You will never sleep alone I'll love you long after you're gone And long after you're gone, gone, gone

♡ Badly Summarized OC ♡

Seemingly delicate, polite teenager who loves vintage stuff but can actually pack a punch and is not afraid of a fight - in fact... she rather likes a good bit of chaos

Certified Daddy's Little Girl

That one friend that strangers think is the "Responsible One" but is actually a main Source Of Chaos in the friend group

Feral gremlin of a girl and unashamed, will watch the goriest and intense horror movies while having a girl's night with her friends and painting her nails different colors

Enabler of Bad Decisions who never thinks things through and then gets like "well, went horrifyingly out of control.... LET'S DO IT AGAIN!"

Worst driver in the history of drivers but is trying her best <3

Human embodiment of both an orange cat and a hyperactive border collie in one body

Would practically collect stray puppies and kittens like Pokémons if her current doggo wasn't jealous of every other animal in the world

Likes cereal without the milk. This has nothing to do with anything, but I think its a relevant fact of her personality lol

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@thecomfywriter

@topazadine, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes

and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[itlogricky]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇.

Itoshi Rin x Reader.

basically just angst.

You spent a lot of time trying to improve yourself so that Rin would find you great, but you eventually come to the conclusion that you have been good enough.

You strive to push yourself harder for Rin's sake, thinking that you're only deserving of his undivided attention if you're at your best. But despite your efforts and accomplishments, he seems unaware of your development.

"Just let me wave to you, not wave goodbye.. Let me stay by your side.."

you silently said. He doesn't answer, hes too busy focusing on his matches. You begin to wonder if Rin is even aware of your emotions because he rarely acknowledges them until he needs something from you. As long as your fears go unrestrained, your insecurity increases.

You make an effort to approach their romantic interests, but you always feel as like you are being yanked away, and your chances of success are fading.

Your constant effort to capture his attention makes you feel helpless and as like you're constantly in danger of losing his favor. You gradually get desperate as a result of his chilly and distant demeanor.

"Don't let me go back to darkness of blue."

The amount of work required to continually prove your worth to Rin makes you feel confined and overburdened. The more you attempt to keep up with him, the more you feel alone and depressed since he never appears to notice the suffering you're through.

You put all of your heart into trying to be good enough so that Rin will like you, but it seems like your efforts are in vain. You become even more alone and estranged from him as a result of this. The blue darkness begins to gradually envelop you as you continue to fail to be noticed and valued by him.

The idea that Rin would never genuinely see and love you begins to plague you as your anxieties take over. Despite all your efforts, you don't seem to be getting any closer to earning his affection.

you want nothing more, nothing more...your just..good enough.

You can't help but feel like you'll never be enough for Rin after so many unsuccessful efforts. Despite your best efforts, you constantly seem to fall short. You question whether it is really worthwhile to try any more when he is constantly so cold and aloof. You feel worthless and alone in the face of his indifference.

as he broke up with you, leaving you to darkness of blue, it felt like the dark sea filled with sadness.

As you give in to your anguish about losing Rin, the darkness envelops you. You begin to doubt yourself more and more as a result of wondering if you really were as useless as he constantly treated you.

If you can still recall, you were shifting position while reaching for,the place Rin and you are familiar with seems so far away. Where he'll encircle my heart with his arms. Additionally, keep you warm all night.

Rin's passion with winning at all costs dominates his thoughts. He is totally committed to his game, striving to be the best and avoiding distractions. His feelings are subdued, and he is just focused on winning. He can't or doesn't care if he hurts people since he is unaware of how his cold and distant demeanor affects those around him.

His heart is focused on a single objective, and nothing, not even you, can get in the way of that.

In the face of impossibly high standards and the need to live up to the expectations of the person you love, you tried to accept yourself for who you are. one of accepting oneself and accepting one's flaws, perhaps you're simply too...𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

A/N : its almost 3 am here and i'm still awake lol, this story is inspired by xdinary heroes by their song Good enough. Thank you for reading.

Tags!1!1!1! : @0rah-s

[endless-weightless]

Can I request headcannons for breeding with Ifrit and a female reader please

ANOTHER REQUEST YYAYAYAYAY! I love Ifrit so much you have no idea how happy this makes me.

A few hcs are pinched from my old nameless ghoul hc post teehee

TAGS/WARNINGS: Breeding kink ofc, switchy Ifrit, slight corruption?, loss of virginity (reader), some mating cycle ones because I clearly like writing that lol, slight exhibitionism, slight pregnancy kink

Since ghoul's have heightened senses, Ifrit can always pick up on any scent coming from anyone. When he first met you, the scent of virginity and unmated territory was fucking overwhelming.

He avoided you like the plague for the first few weeks of knowing each other because of how overpowering his need to mate you and impregnate you was.

After every encounter with you he always found himself quickly slipping away to jack off because your scent was just so intoxicating.

The first time he picked up on you ovulating was absolute hell because it also happened to be a full moon.

He tried to stay away from you, he really did, but you just smelled so sweet and the primal urge to fuck a baby into you was too strong.

Long story short, he found you in an empty room in the ministry and quickly pinned you to the wall and made sure he was very clear about what he was feeling.

"You need to tell me to go right now if you don't want this because if you say yes I'm not gonna be gentle. Do you know how long I've been waiting to fuck you until you were filled with my offspring?"

The second you consented was game over. He didn't care you were in a room anyone could walk into, your scent and the full moon was just too much.

He growled all sorts of things into your ear about filling you up with his seed, how you'd look so good carrying his children and how he was going to fuck you all night.

But when he's in rut? It's completely different.

He'll quietly sulk around the den during the days leading up to it and once it fully hits him he'll be putty in your hands. His once confident and dominant demeanour will be no more.

If you ask him what's wrong he'll just look up at you with his big, pupil-blown, pitiful eyes and ask you in the softest voice to fuck him.

"Please, Y/N, I need you fuck me right now."

No matter what he'll always have you riding him or in a mating press. Riding because he's obsessed with your tits and seeing your hips and likes thinking about how hot you'll look pregnant and the mating press because it's in the name.

If you do ever get pregnant he'll be very quick to become protective of you and almost violent at anyone that comes near you.

He also won't give two flying fucks that your pregnant and "too bloated" or "not pretty enough" to have sex with. He thinks you look just as, if not even more hot.

If you really don't want to have regular piv sex he'll be more than willing to just eat you out for as long as you need to take your mind off of the back pain from carrying his child.

Unrelated to the whole kinky stuff I just wrote but I think he'd make a wonderful dad.

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Thanks for reading!

[bravo4iscool]

they won’t settle for a ‘crybaby’ or whatever because it’s fucking cringe if you’re like that when you’re an adult (sorry not sorry). and they’d definitely not settle for a ‘controversially younger partner’.

I agree with you that this isn't realistic at all and I personally avoid these types of fics like the plague but also people can write what they want. It's honestly more cringe to get so heated over this and to tell people how they should or shouldn't write their fics. People can express themselves through fanfiction any way they like. Start blocking writers you dislike instead of indirectly shaming them in the x reader tag. This is incredibly entitled behavior tbh.

my goal wasn‘t to shame any writer and as i‘ve already said responding to another ask:

i've never-and never will-harass any creator or whatever for what they post; i don't like, i don't read, but it's a very thin line people who write stuff with a literal child-like reader walk.

it's just a thing i noticed that i think should be-maybe-looked at critically. in the end of the day people always write what they want, it's just that i think it's very dangerous territory...

the extract you quoted in your ask was beyond uncalled for and i apologise for my words, that wasn‘t okay. i am aware that there are people who struggle with crying, etc. it wasn‘t my intention to attack those people. however, my opinion about these type of fics stays the same.

i‘m well aware that my post won‘t stop people or whatever, it‘s just a thing that i think should—sometimes—be frowned upon. i‘m not getting heated over it or anything, it‘s just a thing i dislike in fandoms in general. i know the post suggests otherwise and i would like to apologise for that.

the thing is, many of those fics promote/normalise pedophilia and rape culture, which is simply not okay. as already said in the original post: realism sucks at times but there are fics/moments where it shouldn't be ignored.

[pynkgothicka]

Ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ Ｙａｎｄｅｒｅ ＧＯＷ Ｈｅａｄｃａｎｏｎｓ

Synopsis - Just some general Headcanons for one of my favorite game series and characters!!

Tags and Warnings - Harm Towards the Reader, that's all I got.

Authors Note - THIS IS SO CRINGE (please don't unfollow me I'm going through a phase (I'm working on BTS reqs rn I swear))

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Kratos

Literally is known for killing, and will gladly do it again

Your like family to him and he's seen too many of those he considered family betray him and die

Pre Norse Kratos would be at his absolute worst peak. Any little thing would result in someone else dying.

Looked at you wrong? Cut in Half.

Someone told you something? Eyes Gouged out.

And the worst someone did to you the more serious Kratos would punish them, or really kill them.

His rage is met with something that calms him, makes him feel grounded, aka you.

But my god is he gentle with you, no matter what. He touches you almost like you'd break if he used anymore force.

Even with the little words he uses when talking to you, he truly loves and cares for you. All he wants is for that love to be recognized and given back to him.

But one thing for sure, Kratos kidnaps you. Just to keep you in his sights and a place he knows and can see you whenever

Post Norse Kratos is much more pleasant to be around. He's more stern, more calm, much more approachable, even if needing a much more deeper urge too.

Plus if your good with Atreus, that only makes things better. He sees that maternal aspect in you instantly

However no matter what he keeps is past closer off to you because he doesn't want you to think any different of him.

(HE LOVES BIG WOMEN GUYS I SAID IT. HE GOT TOO. (all his dead wives are skinny (let me be delusional)))

You yelled out running into the middle of of snow. It was freezing cold but you couldn't stop anytime soon. Or else you'd be trapped back in that house, never to see the light of day.

You heard him.

Heavy, labored breaths behind you.

You ducked down behind a rock, trying to slow your breathing. This was hopeless, but you had to Atleast try. Maybe Freya would help you or something, she does a have a thing against your captor.

“Do you wish to die out here.”

A hand went to your mouth, refusing to give in to the fear that overtook you.

“You cannot survive the cold. Come back. Do you not want to be home? With us?”

His footsteps grew louder, he knew what he was. He was intimidating, scary, deep down a killer.

And did he know how to use those aspects to his advantage.

A hand grabbed at your ankle and you were pulled up by your foot. You made direct eye contact with the wall of muscle that you'd grown to fear. His breathing was labored but he took a deep breath in, and sling you over onto his shoulder.

“We are to talk about this later. Understand?”

All you could do was sob silently and nod your head.

Freya

Man when I tell you shes reminded of what love feels like, she is reminded hard.

She's already broken, having almost everything taken away from her by Odin. But you mend those tears in her soul, binding them shut with your mere existence.

Freya would've instantly been drawn to you, seeing as all you wish to do is care for the people around you, being free from Odin's eye, as your inconsequential to him

She would grow to envy your freedom, as you traveled the realms as freely as you wished. Your absence would plague her, growing to be that without you she feels empty.

And it gets worse after Bauldur dies.

Once he's gone you flee quickly seeing what she's turned into. Fueled by rage and regret, she would have these outbursts of just heavy emotion. And so you left, avoiding Midgard at all costs.

It wouldn't be long until she finds you, being free from her curse. Freya would tackle you to the ground and capture you, vowing go nrver let you out of her sights again.

And she doesn't, she wants you to either be locked up and with her. And majoirty of the time it's with her. She wants a new spouse, someone to actually call her love and mean it.

“There you are!”

You were tackled to the ground, bound by vines that were never apart of the vegetation of the realm you called home.

The sight of a angered Freya came into view as your eyes opened. Her breathing was labored as she moved her hands, the vines still keeping you stuck. Her hands came to your cheek and you winced at her cold touch. A paled man stood over in the distance watching silently.

“Your just as beautiful as the day you left…” She mumbled to herself bringing your attention back to her. Freya's hands pressed against your cheeks as she leaned in, kissing your forehead passionately. The action almost mimicked a mother, trying to clam her new born baby.

But this wasn't the situation for that.

“Freya please we can tal-”

“So you know how much you hurt me?! You left me alone. Alone with my thoughts, I spiraled without you.” She yelled at you. This is one of the reasons you left in the first place, her mood can switch so easily. “But that's in the past, and all I care for is the future. One where you and me spend eternity together.”

Atreus (But in a platonic crushing way cause ya know he a minor)

He's crazy, literally whipped for you. He's considers you to be his best friend, and does a bunch of harmless flirting.

Of course he thinks your pretty, one of the prettiest people he's ever encountered and has he seen some things. But he knows that staying friends keeps him happier, and less stressed

Being a mortal really didn't help your case, if anything it made Atreus more protective of you and your safety.

Any situation he deemed to dangerous and unsafe for you, he'd make you stay behind (he takes after his father a lot.)

You often are the subject to which he vents too, it's rather unintentional, everything that's happened and is currently happening to him is just so stressful. And god knows he couldn't vent to his father or Sindri.

He has this thing for showing you the world through his eyes. Like he'll tell you what animals are saying and how they're just like him and you. The beauty of nature is something he just has to show you

One thing that's worrisome is how impulsive he is. He's so quick to stand his guard and protect you when it comes to you and your safety. Key example is Heimdall, in which he never liked. Atreus hates how the blonde talks to you, in fact he would immediately pull out the wolf when Heimdall even mentions you.

Off note, Atreus will bring you to Asgard with him. No matter what you say he'll want you to be there with him. His excuse is that you'd make a great duo, but in reality he doesn't want to be alone.

“What is wrong with you!? Your trying or at least considering to go to Asgard?!” You yelled once inside of Freya's abandoned house.

“Its the next best lead I have. But I need you to go with me, I can't do it alone.” Atreus said as if it was the most simple thing ever. You furrowed your brows at the half god.

“Let me break it down for you. I'm a mortal. A mortal in a realm built for gods? Yeah your fucking crazy. Oh let me add this. I'm a child, your a child, WE'RE CHILDREN!"

“I'd say young adults, shit maybe teenagers. But the thing is we have to, we have to save my dad.” Atreus tried to reason with you.

“Since when is it a WE thing? Atreus this is your prophecy not mine. Hell not even Atreus, this is Loki's prophecy."

“Wait don't go I need you!”

“Goodbye Loki.”

“No!” He yelled before shooting a arrow at your arm, cut forming at your forearm. You hissed out and grabbed at the wound, the cold hitting your blood. “Your not going anywhere hurt like that. Step out there and the cold will infect the wound. If you come with me, Odin can heal you.”

“I'm-”

“Make a choice.”

“Fine. I'll go….”

[kingofbodyrolls]

Sprout | knj | three

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Summary: You love your plants, you love your garden, you do not love your new neighbor. You hate him with all your might— he wrecks everything you hold dear so you do the only reasonable thing: retaliate. 

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader 

AUs: neighbors au, gardening au, non!idol au → strangers to enemies (mostly one sided) to friends to lovers 

Genres: slice of life, smut, humor

Rating: mature

Word count: 5K

Warnings: name calling (bitch), cussing, stupid sexual innuendos. Namjoon has a driver’s license in this (this is a warning yes 😂).

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Author’s note(1): things are starting to look up, eh?🌸

Taglist: @svnbangtansworld

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there 🙂

To claim that everything miraculously improved after Namjoon apprehended you on the brink of vandalizing his car would be a gross understatement.

You've been dodging him like the plague ever since, consumed by shame and guilt over your actions. At the mere sight of him outdoors, you rush into your own home, determined to avoid any opportunity for him to confront you.

You've observed his persistent attempts to engage in conversation, and you're genuinely perplexed as to why. You've already extended apologies for what he termed your ‘crazy bitch’ behavior and the damage to his property, believing that you've said all that needs to be said.

While you've managed to quell the storm of anger between you two, a lingering uneasiness persists, prompting you to consider whether navigating this awkward truce and maintaining your avoidance strategy is a feasible resolution.

“You can't keep dodging him forever,” Jungkook remarks, catching your breath as you hastily retreat into the house, slamming the door shut.

“I don't want to talk to him,” you confess, sinking onto the couch. A wave of self-consciousness washes over you, and you curl up, hugging your knees as if trying to shield yourself from the embarrassment that lingers in the air.

“I was a bitch, Gukkie,” you sigh, the weight of regret settling heavily on your chest as you reflect on your actions over the past few weeks.

“Yeah, but it's good to see you finally reflecting on your actions,” he states bluntly. Normally, you'd be irked by his tone, but deep down, you know he's right. You've been acting like a bitch.

“But seriously, you have to talk to him at some point,” he shrugs, “maybe he just wants to yell at you and call you a bitch again,” he chuckles.

“I guess that would be justified. Still, I don’t have anything to say to him.”

As you step through the front door after a long day at work, the unexpected symphony of two voices greets you in the living room, catching you off guard. Swiftly hanging up your light jacket and kicking off your shoes, curiosity pulls you further into the house, urging you to unveil the source of the unexpected commotion.

A sudden chill courses through your body, freezing you in place. The scene unfolds before you – Jungkook stationed at the end of the dining table, with Namjoon occupying the seat beside him to his right.

As you step into the room, their gazes converge upon you. Jungkook offers a warm greeting, while Namjoon graces you with a gentle smile, accompanied by a subtle nod. 

As you draw nearer to the two men, a knot of unease tightens in your stomach. Despite your inner turmoil, you summon the best smile you can manage, determined to navigate through the awkwardness. Your mind can't help but blame Jungkook for extending the invitation to Namjoon, a silent curse echoing within the confines of your thoughts.

Seizing a stool, you yank it out and settle down, stealing a swift glance at Namjoon—his demeanor surprisingly composed, a calm smile gracing his features, and when did those dimples make an appearance? Inhaling deeply, you pivot your gaze to Jungkook, silently demanding an explanation for this unexpected gathering.

“Your husband extended the invitation to clear the air. You’ve been avoiding me,” he begins, and the moment the word ‘husband’ registers, your eyes widen, jaw dropping in disbelief. Meanwhile, Jungkook erupts into laughter, and Namjoon appears caught in the crossfire of confusion between the two of you.

“Husband?” you choke on air, pointing accusingly at Jungkook, who's doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach in amusement.

“Jungkook isn’t my husband. I’m not married,” you begin to say, meeting Namjoon's gaze with an air of exasperation, “and before you ask, he isn’t my boyfriend either. He’s just my roommate,” you explain, trying to dispel any misconceptions.

Even though Jungkook is laughing too hard, he still manages to cut it short, “Hey, don’t say it like that. You’d be lucky to date me!” Then he turns his head to Namjoon, “We’re really just roommates. She’s more like a crazy sister to me though,” he laughs again as you shoot him a death glare, emphasizing the absurdity of his statement.

Namjoon chuckles slightly at your reaction, clearing his throat, “I'm sorry, I just assumed,” he says, his gaze shifting between the two of you.

“It’s cool. A lot of people do,” Jungkook explains, clearing his throat too. “Anyway, I gathered you both today because I want you to stop avoiding each other, talk, and fuck.”

Both you and Namjoon gape simultaneously, choking on air and turning your heads toward Jungkook. Fumbling for words, you try to convey that you definitely don't want to fuck each other. Dammit, you can't even look Namjoon in the eyes now. Why did Jungkook have to say that?

Embarrassment floods over you, and you pray that Namjoon can't detect the sudden sheen of sweat on your skin. Your hands turn clammy, and in that moment, you wish the earth would just swallow you whole.

Jungkook's laughter fills the room, “You know, a good walk might just solve all your problems. I'll even make myself scarce to give you some space.”

You playfully slap Jungkook on his strong bicep, “Gukkie!” you frantically yell, feeling the heat rush to your face, turning your cheeks a shade of tomato red.

“I'm so sorry,” you turn your head to Namjoon, your eyes locking with his flushed cheeks. “Don't mind him,” you quickly add, feeling a flutter in your chest. The atmosphere becomes charged, and you find yourself struggling to steer the conversation back to normal, like a fish gasping for water in unfamiliar territory.

At least you're not the only one reacting to Jungkook's blatant suggestion. The flush on Namjoon's face mirrors the heat rising in your own cheeks, leaving you to wonder, what does his blushing mean?

Jungkook continues to chuckle, relishing in the evident surprise painted across both your and Namjoon's faces in response to his mischievous suggestion.

“I really don’t mind leaving,” he says, winking suggestively with a playful lift of his eyebrows. You can't handle it anymore, desperately wishing the ground would just swallow you whole.

“Please, stop!” you grab his biceps again, mortified. “We don’t want to fuck each other.” 

Or do you?

You turn your head towards Namjoon, finding him clearly holding his breath, his face as red as yours. Desperate to change the subject fast—anything to break the awkward tension.

“You didn't have to come, Namjoon,” you stammer, attempting to steady your beating heart. Jungkook laughs again next to you, and you hit him hard in the chest while forcing a smile at Namjoon. The air hangs heavy with the remnants of Jungkook's mischievous suggestion, making your attempts at normalcy feel like a fragile facade.

Namjoon tries to nonchalantly shrug off his uneasiness, leaning in over the table. “I had to,” he confesses, his eyes earnest. “You left so abruptly all those weeks ago, and then you just avoided me.” 

You release a heavy sigh, a silent plea echoing within it, wishing he would just let it go. Your apology had been sincere, yet you grapple with the realization that words alone might not fully convey the depth of regret you feel for your foolish actions.

“I wanted to let you know that it's okay, and I understand why you got upset,” he furrows his brows, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips. His eyes soften, catching a glint of understanding as he leans in a bit closer. “I'm not saying I would have reacted the same, but I would have been angry too, no doubt.”

As you exhale, a wave of relief washes over you, buoyed by his understanding words. Jungkook adds a reassuring pat on your shoulder, offering silent support.

“You were acting like a bitch, though. But we’re cool now. I actually want to be friends, if that’s okay with you?” Namjoon asks, extending his hand for you to shake. You eye his hand on the table, as if it's a curious artifact from another world.

Then a subtle kick at your leg jolts your brain back to life, and you swiftly extend your hand, meeting Namjoon’s in a firm handshake. 

“I'd like that too,” you say, a genuine smile brightening your face, as the weight of past misunderstandings begins to lift, paving the way for a new friendship to bloom.

In the heart of August, the summer refuses to bid its farewell, and you welcome the lingering warmth with open arms. This extension of sunny days means more time to relish the bountiful harvest from your thriving crops.

As you immerse yourself in the vibrant atmosphere of your greenhouse, carefully plucking luscious tomatoes — from robust reds to succulent cherries and zesty little yellows — along with crisp cucumbers, a symphony of colors and flavors, the sliding door glides open, prompting you to turn and see who's entered.

Amidst the vibrant foliage of your greenhouse, Namjoon emerges, a radiant smile gracing his features. In his hands, he cradles a small, potted plant, a verdant offering extended towards you as a gesture of warmth and friendship.

“What's this?” you inquire with a playful affection, your eyes dancing over the familiar sight. It's a baby salad, its delicate curls adorned with a vibrant palette of green and purple.

“A plant. Consider it a proper peace offering,” he says, almost nudging the plant into your arms. You momentarily set down your basket to accept the green gesture, a silent acknowledgment of his effort to mend fences.

“Thank you. You really didn't have to,” you respond with a smile, taking the plant to inspect it closely. “Where did you get this?”

“I cultivated it myself,” he shares with a proud smile, his eyes scanning your impressive greenhouse.

“You did?” you gape at him. Honestly, confusion washes over you. With all his clumsiness around your plants, you never thought he had a nature-loving bone in him. Blinking at him in awe, you add, “I didn't know you liked plants too.”

He nods, “I do. You've never asked,” he chuckles and rubs the back of his head, “I have a few garden beds on my lawn too.”

“You do?” you're taken aback by his words. But how would you know? You've been too stuck up in your revenge with him to have looked at his garden or even talked properly with the guy.

He nods again, a chuckle escaping both of you as the shared interest in plants and gardening becomes apparent.

“Thanks for the salad; it's absolutely adorable. The purple is such a unique touch. I don't have anything like it. What variety is it?” you inquire, examining the curly leaves with genuine interest.

“It’s a Lollo Rosso; it thrives even in colder months, making it perfect for winter,” he shares with a warm smile, revealing his dimples. He looks cute, if it's okay to describe a man that way. But, honestly, he is. You hadn't really noticed until now, but with those dimples and silver hair, he's quite striking.

“Cool, thanks! I'll have to swing by to check out your garden too,” you express as you guide him through your greenhouse, enthusiastically showcasing each plant. The shimmer of passion in his eyes mirrors your own, and in that shared interest, you find a connection that you haven't experienced with anyone else.

“How about some watermelons?” you suggest, your gaze fixated on the ripe ones that are just waiting to be plucked.

Your words seem to catch him off guard, and he momentarily chokes on air. Was it something you said? “Sure, yeah,” he stammers, attempting to regain composure and steady his breathing.

You swiftly procure another basket for Namjoon, filling it with the bounty of two watermelons, accompanied by a colorful assortment of tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers.

“Thank you so much for this,” gratitude gleams in his eyes as he cradles the basket brimming with the vibrant hues of fruits and veggies you bestowed upon him.

Your smile accompanies the gesture, a silent promise of reconciliation. “Consider it my peace offering to you,” you say, bridging the gap between past grievances and a newfound understanding, as he heads back to his own abode.

As he walks the small path back to his house, his dimples on full display, he extends an invitation, “And thank you for the garden tour. You're welcome to come over anytime, and I'll show you mine.”

The words linger in the air, planting the seeds of a burgeoning friendship between your intertwined worlds.

Jungkook delights in your embarrassment, teasingly pointing out, “You're blushing!” as you respond with an eye roll, your cheeks betraying you.

“I'm not,” you assert, exhaling deeply as your gaze rests upon the carefully prepared plant destined for Namjoon. Over the months, you've embarked on the challenging journey of germinating house plants, selecting eucalyptus despite its notorious difficulty. With unwavering care and attention, you've nurtured these plants, and now, a few baby eucalyptus stand as a testament to your dedication. You're eager to gift one to Namjoon, confident that he'll appreciate the thought and effort behind this meaningful gesture.

“Here, Namjoon, please take this plant and my pussy,” Jungkook mocks, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he playfully pokes your waist. Is he attempting to imitate you? If so, he's doing a rather poor job of capturing the essence of your voice.

“Aish, stop that!” you retort, your voice carrying a touch of exasperation as you roll your eyes. Jungkook has been playfully teasing you about your supposed feelings for Namjoon for the past few weeks, but at this point, it doesn't even faze you anymore.

You huff in mock anger, seizing the baby eucalyptus, and stride purposefully to the entrance, grabbing your shoes. Determined, you're ready to head over to Namjoon's house and present him with the thoughtful gift.

The warmth of the lingering summer sun prompts you to slip into your sandals before trudging purposefully to his door. With a mix of anticipation and curiosity, you knock and ring the bell, but the echo of silence greets your efforts.

As a distant melody catches your ears, a soft singing drifting from his garden, you feel a magnetic pull, prompting you to abandon the front door and trace the enchanting notes around the perimeter of his house.

Your fingers tighten around the delicate eucalyptus as you nearly lose your grip, your attention torn between the captivating melody and the delicate plant. Finally, your eyes lock onto Namjoon, the source of both the entrancing song and the subtle fluttering in your chest.

Your heart quickens its pace as you take in the unexpected scene before you. Namjoon's voice, a mesmerizing blend of dark raspiness and light tones, resonates through the air, wrapping around you like a spell. The sheer talent in his singing and rapping leaves you momentarily breathless. Yet, it's not just his voice that captivates you; it's the sight of him, almost bare, immersed in the rhythmic dance of watering his garden beds. His sculpted torso, bathed in sunlight, showcases a physique that's both well-built and defined. Broad shoulders taper down to a surprisingly narrow waist, creating a captivating silhouette that awakens a warmth within you.

A flush creeps up your cheeks as your gaze lingers on his chest, the magnetic pull almost urging you to bury your face against the warmth of his skin. The sudden heat on your face intensifies, leaving you feeling both flustered and entranced by the handsome man before you.

He moves with a rhythmic grace, a dance choreographed by the unseen melodies playing in his headphones. His body, like a canvas interpreting the music, sways gently to the beats that remain a mystery to your ears. 

“Fuck.”

A self-conscious nibble at your lip follows your unintentional vocalization, and the realization dawns that your words have summoned his focus.

“Oh, sorry,” he murmurs, the flow of water from the hose ceasing, headphones now resting casually around his neck. An inadvertent gulp escapes you, your gaze inadvertently tracing the prominent veins that seem to pulse beneath his skin. As he ambles towards you, his abdominal muscles ripple in a tantalizing rhythm, and the awareness dawns that you've lingered in your scrutiny for far longer than societal norms would deem appropriate.

His voice cuts through the air, laden with playful confidence. “Like what you see?” he inquires, drawing nearer, your cognitive functions momentarily stalling like a hapless fish gasping for words.

“The garden, of course,” he teases, a sly chuckle escaping him, causing his chest to ripple and move in a way that captivates your gaze. You're caught off guard, realizing you had no idea what lay beneath those baggy clothes.

“It's– it's pretty,” you stammer, your gaze lingering on his chest before hastily meeting his eyes. Heat rushes to your face, fully aware that you're practically drooling, and you’re sure he catches on to the effect he has on you.

He chuckles, a melody of warmth echoing in the air as his captivating dimples grace his smile. “What have you got there?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity, pointing towards your hands.

The eucalyptus clings to your fingers, forgotten amidst the mesmerizing distraction of Namjoon's presence. The purpose of your visit, to gift him the damn eucalyptus, suddenly dawns on you, leaving you slightly flustered by the unexpected turn of events.

“It’s an eucalyptus I germinated, I wanted to give it to you,” your words spill out, a tad more hurried than you intended, as you present him the eucalyptus, a tangible representation of your effort and care. With a hint of nervousness, you pass it over, hoping he won't detect the subtle tremor in your sweaty palms.

Gently accepting the eucalyptus, he grins, “Appreciate it. Growing these is quite a challenge, isn't it?”

“Yeah, so I'm over the moon that it finally happened and couldn't wait to share,” you explain, a contagious giddiness bubbling in your voice.

“Thank you, it's absolutely adorable,” he says with a warm smile, turning the plant around in his hands as if admiring a precious gift.

“Anyway, I just came to deliver the plant,” you say, backtracking the way you came, finding it increasingly challenging to maintain coherent conversation when he looks like that.

“No, please stay. I’ll give you a tour of my garden—not that there’s much to boast about, but,” he chuckles, gesturing to the transformed space. Once, when Seokjin and his wife lived here, you had been out here, but Namjoon has completely reimagined it; now, it's adorned with various garden beds, shrubs, a charming terrace featuring different potted flowers, and a cozy wooden bench and table. It all exudes a cute and inviting charm, as if you could easily lose track of time in his oasis.

“I absolutely love what you've done with it. The whole place radiates such a relaxing vibe,” you express in awe, absorbing the serene atmosphere.

“Would you like some tea?” he suddenly offers, taking you by surprise. The realization that he shares your love for summer tea sends a flutter through your heart.

“Yeah, sure,” you quip, your gaze lingering on his body. You find yourself wondering if he'll bother putting on some clothes, but deep down, you doubt it. His comfort with his own body only adds to the dance of butterflies in your stomach and the warmth coloring your cheeks.

He gestures toward a wooden bench nestled among the shrubs and trees, and you gracefully make your way over to take a seat. As he disappears inside to prepare some tea, you find yourself enveloped by the soothing embrace of nature surrounding you.

In a matter of minutes, he returns, a steaming teapot and two inviting mugs in hand. With a practiced ease, he arranges them on the wooden table before you and pours a fragrant blend of chamomile tea, the soothing aroma enveloping the air around you.

You cradle the mug in your hands, bringing it to your face and inhaling deeply, the gentle aroma of chamomile working its magic, coaxing your body into a state of blissful relaxation.

As he takes a sip of his tea, he starts sharing, “This spot has become my sanctuary. I spend hours reading, lost in the worlds of books, or writing my thoughts into the pages of a notebook. It's a haven of tranquility that I've come to cherish.”

“You write as well?” There's a playful curiosity in your tone, a silent inquiry into the depths of this man who seems almost too perfect to be real.

His chuckle resonates with a hint of bashfulness, “Just for fun, nothing serious.” You can't help but feel that he downplays his talent, a modesty that only adds another layer to the intriguing enigma that is Namjoon. In your mind, you muse that he must excel at it, just like everything else about him.

As the warm chamomile tea caresses your lips, you casually inquire, “How do you find the neighborhood?”

With a playful chuckle, he responds, “I like it here. People are friendly and welcoming.” His gaze lingers on you with a subtle wink, a silent acknowledgment of the less-than-warm welcome you gave him when he moved in. The shared laughter creates a light moment, but your eyes involuntarily wander back to the captivating contours of his chest. As you meet his eyes again, a soft smile plays on his lips, accompanied by a knowing smirk – a clear sign that he's fully aware of the allure he exudes.

“I was wondering, would you like to join me on a trip to the plant store? I need to grab some more soil, and there's something enchanting about strolling through the aisles, soaking in the beauty of the greenery,” he suggests with a smile, his eyes practically sparkling with enthusiasm for the plant store. “Yeah, I'd love that.”

As you linger in his company, the conversation flows seamlessly, weaving through topics like your favorite plants, the art of gardening, and everything in between.

As you reluctantly prepare to head home, a mix of emotions floods your senses—joy laced with a tinge of reluctance. Engulfed in the ease of conversation and genuine enjoyment of his company, there's a subtle happiness lingering in the air. However, there's also a sense of relief, knowing you'll escape the captivating allure of his bare chest, a perilous temptation for your vulnerable heart.

Entering your house, you can't help but release a startled yell, “Guk!!”, the echo of your own heartbeat reverberating against the walls, each thud against your ribcage a testament to the lingering excitement from the day's unexpected encounters.

He dashes through the house, urgency etched on his face, to investigate the source of your frantic yell and breathless state. His eyes scan you with genuine concern, demanding, “What happened?”

Clutching your chest, you attempt to calm the wild palpitations, desperately conveying, “He was shirtless, Gukkie. Completely shirtless!”

As Jungkook bursts into laughter, relief washes over him. Ready to defend you, he's relieved to find out that Namjoon hasn't hurt you or anything like that. Instead, he chuckles at the realization that you're simply smitten, finding the whole situation rather amusing.

You shoot Jungkook an intense glare, frustration evident in your squinted eyes. “Did you have any idea he was so fit under all those clothes? How am I supposed to stay unaffected by that?” You're still catching your breath, but as you speak, the steadiness in your voice contrasts with the lingering traces of excitement.

Jungkook chuckles, teasingly insinuating, “You're totally into him, huh? Bet you can't wait to suck his dick.” Your wide eyes meet his playful gaze, softening into a blush within seconds.

“Honestly? Yes.” You confess in frustration, sinking down to the floor in your entryway. Jungkook laughs, amused by your dramatic response, and you can't help but join in despite your exasperation.

“Gukkie. I’m so fucked.”

Emotions have woven a tangled web within you, and the realization of your burgeoning feelings for your neighbor settled long before the shirtless revelation. The challenge now is grappling with the uncharted territory of your emotions. Admitting your affection is a daunting prospect. You find yourself standing at the crossroads of friendship and desire, unsure of how to navigate this delicate balance without risking the bonds you've carefully forged.

Perhaps the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies can carry the unsaid emotions that linger in the air. As you contemplate this idea, the scent of warm chocolate chips intertwining with your feelings, you wonder if the delicate dance of flavors might communicate what words struggle to convey. A gesture, soft and subtle, wrapped in the warmth of shared treats, could be the bridge to express the sentiments that flutter within you.

Inescapably, the intoxicating aroma of your famed triple chocolate cookies wafts through the kitchen, drawing Jungkook's infectious laughter into the sweet symphony. Despite his rigorous workout regimen and dietary mindfulness, the allure of those decadent cookies proves irresistible.

Jungkook saunters into the kitchen, his curiosity piqued by the rhythmic dance of your culinary skills. As you deftly prepare the batter, the tantalizing scent of chocolate fills the air. He can't resist the temptation, sneaking a piece of chocolate, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, just before you toss it into the mix. 

“Gukkie, have you ever caught a glimpse of him in the gym? It's like he's sculpted by the gods,” you murmur, expertly portioning the dough onto the awaiting baking tray. 

“Maybe he's got a secret home gym hidden somewhere,” Jungkook muses, attempting to pilfer an unbaked cookie, only to meet playful resistance as you swat his hand away. 

Your mind involuntarily drifts to vivid images of Namjoon in an imaginary home gym, beads of sweat glistening on his skin, the rhythmic cadence of his breath syncing with the clank of heavy weights. Suddenly, you catch yourself, a flush creeping onto your cheeks as if scolding your own wayward thoughts. What are you even doing, letting your imagination run wild like this?

Jungkook chuckles, his teasing tone cutting through the kitchen air, “Are you imagining him naked?”

You give him a stern stare, “Well, can you blame me? The man's got the physique of a Greek god.”

You carefully place the cookies in the oven, anticipation building with the sweet aroma that begins to fill the kitchen. The scent of melting chocolate and warm dough envelops you, creating an atmosphere of cozy indulgence. It's not just about baking cookies; it's about crafting moments of shared delight, some destined for Namjoon and others for you and Jungkook.

As the cookies emerge from the oven, Jungkook eagerly snatches one up, unable to resist the allure of the freshly baked treat. “You know,” you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips, “they're even more heavenly when they've had a chance to cool.” 

You patiently allow the cookies to cool, the sweet aroma wafting through the air as you resist the temptation to indulge immediately. With care, you divide the delectable treats into two containers, one destined for Namjoon, and the other, a delightful stash reserved just for you and Jungkook.

Anticipation tingles in your fingertips as you imagine Namjoon's reaction to the carefully crafted cookies. Eager to share not only the sweet delights but also the joy of gardening, you grab a handful of vibrant seed packages, ready to exchange the bounty of nature's treasures with your neighbor.

Balancing a container filled with warm, irresistible cookies and a handful of carefully chosen seed packages, you stride purposefully toward Namjoon's residence. The rhythmic beat of your heart matches the anticipation. As you reach his door, your knuckles meet the wood in a series of confident knocks, heralding the sweet surprise you bear.

As he swings the door open, you're greeted by a breathless Namjoon, beads of sweat tracing paths from his hairline down his flushed cheeks. He's gasping for air, the aftermath of an intense workout evident in the damp tank top and shorts that cling to his sculpted form. For an instant, your mind flits to the absurd notion of catching him in the company of a lady friend, but the reality of his solo exercise session dawns on you. Despite the exertion, or perhaps because of it, he exudes a magnetic allure, and your heart flutters at the sight of him—drenched, disheveled, and undeniably captivating.

“Oh, hi,” your name escapes his lips in a breathless greeting, sending a shiver through the air that reaches deep into the pit of your stomach. A fluttering sensation dances within you, and as you draw in a sharp breath, a sudden wave of arousal courses through your veins. In that moment, he effortlessly steals your breath away.

As he nonchalantly brushes his bangs away from his face, his eyes curiously drop to the items cradled in your arms.

“I made you cookies,” you stammer, nervously thrusting the container of cookies into his chest, your fingers grazing, and a jolt of electricity courses through you. His gaze shifts to the offering with a genuine smile, “Thanks.”

“There’s also some seed packages. We discussed swapping them, so feel free to share yours when it suits you. I’m so sorry to have interrupted you…” Your eyes involuntarily trail over him again, pulse quickening, as your thoughts turn into a hazy whirlwind.

“Oh, you didn't interrupt at all. I'm just in the middle of a workout,” he chuckles, and as you notice his breath has returned to a calm and steady rhythm, you can't help but feel the contrast to your own still racing heart.

“Great!” you practically exclaim in his face, feeling the warmth of embarrassment spread across your cheeks. “Enjoy the cookies and your workout!”

You retreat back to your house, berating yourself like the biggest fool. It's as if you've been through a workout, sweat clinging to your skin, and your heart refuses to calm down. Why does every interaction with him turn you into a stumbling, embarrassed mess?

Author’s note(2): Thank you so much for reading! 🌸 I appreciate every like, comment and reblog, and please don’t be afraid to let me know what you think;  your kind words makes me extremely happy 💜

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[oscconfessions]

Hey hey, friendly reminder to everyone who draws humanizations/gijinkas of objects to make sure that you tag your stuff as such!! Other people who are interested in that content can find your artwork much easier that way, allowing them to appreciate the art and maybe share or compare their designs with yours. Some artists are already doing this but every now and then I see an untagged post that the creator forgot or didn't know to tag. It would really help community engagement on all media of humanized objects and it would really help me block out as much of it as possible.

Yeah, I'm the same anon who wrote the "I absolutely hate humanized objects" confession. I got so sick of seeing art of them that I used the tag filter system for the very first time on this website. I had thought I was free, that I would never look at another object gijinka on Tumblr, but I was mistaken. Unfortunately, half of the people who draw the stuff don't properly tag it for some inexplicable reason, so I was unable to fully escape viewing these objects tragically changed into homo sapiens. For some even more unexplainable reason, there isn't a widely used catch-all tag for object humanizations in general, so you have to add several different tag filters for each individual object show. This is inane, and it's driving me insane!! There is no way to truly avoid this type of media without ceasing to look at object show fanart entirely. I really love seeing the things this fandom makes so I don't want to do that, and I think using the right tags would help both people who like and dislike humanized objects. If members of this community regularly tag this stuff better they might enjoy their creations a bit more, and I will definitely enjoy not being constantly plagued by it.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for turning my first ask about this into a copypasta, I suppose??

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[mamuzzy]

MAMUZZY READS HARD CONTACT: Introduction

Hey All, remember when I vented about how I will start my own re-reading because I'm annoyed about the existing fan-takes over this series, discouraging new fans to engage?

Now it's happening!!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

This one is an Introduction post about my personal thoughts before actually starting, not an actual chapter.

I don't have a specific agenda on what I want to achieve with this blogging, other than I want to share my thoughts with you, share my enthusiasm, collecting favorite or thought-inducing quotes, hunting for lore (clone, jedi, mando, kaminoan and character lore in general) and most importantly: thirsting over my favorite blorbos.

Maybe a bit want to counter all that negativity that surrounds this fandom with providing a different perspective.

Is this a masterpiece? Probably not. Do I enjoy it? HELL YEAH. And in the end, this is what counts.

I won't tag this as pro-jedi, or anti-jedi, or [insert a name/faction/author here]-critical or similiar kind of fandom faction fuckery. Only a Sith deals in absolutes.

But before reading it, I wanted to share some thoughts...

-- About Critical Thinking... --

My first reading of the books happened without the influence of knowing anything about the author and I avoided repcomm side of tumblr like a plague. I didn't want the author's personal worldview or the existing factions on the internet influence me in any way while reading.

I think this helped me completely immerse in the story itself and not just looking it through a glass wall like an outsider under peer-pressure and with a strict community guide how is allowed to engage with the books otherwise you will be called names.

If you follow me through, I still encourage you to read it yourself so you can form your own opinion. But don't forget, you can always put down a book if you end up not liking it.

Everyone interpret the books differently: enjoyment or hatred depends on different life experiences, how old are you, what culture are you from, and often what opinions have you heard before about the said media. Sometimes it's just about basic reading comprehension (or the lack of it).

Critical thinking is not "skipping 20 pages because it contains Kal Skirata who is a shitty person and it taints you if you read". Critical thinking is able to form an opinion outside of the existing factions influences and resisting peer-pressure and being open minded for new information.

I'm just a random dude on the internet who will share you with his experiences about the books. But that is just one part of the truth. Just as an anti have their own truth. You will have your own truth.

But Mamuzzy, how can you be so gullible! This book is a bad representation to [insert a group here]! It conveys the wrong message!

What do you do with the wrong messages? You follow it through like it's some kind of ultimate truth anyway?

If you need fiction to hold your hand and tell you that you shouldn't treat your friends/family/partner/pets bad, the problem is not in the fiction, the problem is in YOU. If you feel you can act shitty toward people because that one fiction validated your urge to hurt people, the fault is not in the fiction but in YOU.

In the end of the day only that matters how do you behave with a living, breathing person in front of you.

-- Republic Commando IS A FANFICTION --

Bear in mind that mostly every written Star Wars book is a published fanfiction. Treat Republic Commando as such.

-- Star Wars is a fairy tale. RepComm is not. --

The Original Triology is a fairy tale. Good guys with blue lightsabers beating the bad buys with red lightsabers who hurt people and destroy planets and in the end good guys win. The roles are established. You know who to root for, you are spoon-feed with the narrative.

Republic Commando is not a fairy tale. Mando'a doesn't have a word for heroes, and this book doesn't have heroes either. Just people.

Protagonists =/= Heroes with unquestionable morals.

Am I supposed to root for THESE PEOPLE?

You are not obligated to do anything. Just know that this is not a traditional hero's journey story.

In my reading this story is about broken and lost people trying to find their place in the world while trying not to die. A literal found-family story.

-- About Jedi lore --

Karen Traviss doesn't make it a secret questioning the jedi about handling the whole war situation, about handling the clones, about being the puppets of the Senate/Sheev Palpatine and with it, Darth Sidious. But the conflicts and hostility between the Mandalorians and the Jedi are not Karen Traviss' invention.

Her characters are mostly Mandalorians who have grudge against the JEDI ORDER as a faction, and other characters who are influenced by mandalorian culture.

In the prequels, the Jedi Order is introduced like any other religious cult with govermental support behind them and George Lucas uses the same black-and-white thesises in this grey area. Darth Sidious didn't destroy the jedi with his sith force powers. He could destroy the jedi because he was damn effective politican and a master manipulatior who found the perfect pawns to execute his plans. That's my take on the jedi order in the prequels.

Also note that Karen Traviss' lore about the Jedi and the Force is completely different from George Lucas' thesises about the Star Wars universe.

I'll try and point it out these differences as we are advancing through the chapters.

-- No inhibitor chips in RepComm --

Inhibitor chips don't exist in Republic Commando universe and the concept wasn't introduced until The Clone Wars series. The troopers are very well aware of the 150 Contingency Orders, including Order 66.

Throughout my reading, comments and thoughts are appreciated! I'm open for conversation ^^

Because this is the first time I'm doing such thing, I can't say how much time I need to process a chapter, but I plan to do at least 1 chapter/week so I won't neglect my other hobbies, while surviving my increasing workhours as I go into the summer. :D

See you soon at Prologue + Chapter 1! (* ^ ω ^)

[bethanyactually]

I'm making my own post because I don't feel the need to swing a bat at the hornet's nest, but I just saw a post of someone talking about how gross people are being about a certain actor, writing smutty reader insert fics and tagging gifsets with all kinds of 🥵 emojis and thirsty tags.

Now, I'm ace-spec so I don't personally get this kind of thing, either. It's not my cup of tea. I avoid Reader/Character or Reader/Famous Person fics like they're the plague and I don't generally even have thoughts about how fuckable people are, let alone write tags about it.

That said, as long as no one is showing these fics or these posts to the actor in question, I am one hundred percent in favor of people writing all the filthiest, smuttiest, kinkiest tags and fics they want.

People are just having fun! It seems weird to me, but so do people who avidly watch reality TV, or run marathons, and there's nothing wrong with those things either! Just because I personally don't like them doesn't mean they're bad or should be banned.

You don't have to read the fics you don't want to read, and thanks to AO3's unparalleled tagging system, you can filter fics in a tag to exclude the ones you're not interested in. You can unfollow or block people and tags on tumblr. It is annoying when a tag you're interested in is full of things you don't enjoy, I totally get that. But that doesn't mean the people creating those posts or writing those fics are in the wrong. People are just out here enjoying themselves. Not everything is going to resonate with you personally, and that's okay. Just think to yourself, 'that's not for me,' and keep scrolling.

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Interview Tag!

Thanks for tagging me, @talesofsorrowandofruin (here)!

I'll do two interviews this time, one for Tarrant Kyresell from Song of Thorns and one for Jack Tithus from Supernova Initiative!

(SONG OF THORNS)

Are you named after anyone?

(Tarrant shrugs) "Eh. Not really, I think. At least not that I know of. My... so-called 'family' was never so considerate as to put any thought into stuff like that, they don't really care all that much."

When was the last time you cried?

"Last night, into my pillow when everyone else was asleep, it's almost a routine for me now. Don't judge me - if you worked for my employer you would do the same. No, I'm not going to talk about why I cried. Mind moving on to less personal matters, now?"

Do you have kids?

"I know how to take care of children, how to babysit and whatnot - and my cousins sure do act like little kids when they want to, even though they're both grown up. But no, I don't want to bring any children into the world I live in - it's far too dangerous for various reasons."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Not really, only amongst people I trust. Misunderstandings can prove deadly and I really can't afford to have my superiors accusing me of insubordination or of 'talking back' over some sarcastic remark or something. It just really isn't worth the time and patience."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"Noticing what people want in an interaction is the most important thing one can do. Once I know what people want from me - and trust me, everyone wants something - I can work my way around it safely and avoid uncomfortable situations. That I know what to expect and won't be caught off guard. It pays off after a while, and kinda became second nature to me."

What’s your eye color?

"I've got hazel eyes, though they're slightly more of a golden amber from what I've heard, due to alchemical sorcery potions I drink."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Life in the kingdom I live in is a scary story, there's no way around it. Ghouls, undead, the plague, dangerous people who want to use you, it's always there one way or another - I'd rather not have to face fear within fiction too. Happy endings are rare and few in between in real life, which makes me find them slightly unrealistic in tales. Either way, I don't have much time to spend reading - another luxury I've lost a long time ago - but personally I do prefer philosophy books and poetry."

Any special talents?

"It depends. What do you consider special talents? I can sing, dance, clean stuff, and I know how to use my words and guile to get people to accept my employer's contracts and deals. It's my job. I also know many ways to kill, even though I don't like to - in the place I live, you kinda have to if you want to survive for long. I know how to look pretty and say things people want to hear. I'm a 'Silver Snake' - a manipulator of underworld politics and fake diplomat for my employer. It's what I do. As for talents I personally consider special, I have taught myself many different languages - which I can now speak fluently - and I also know how to make some interesting potions."

Where were you born?

"A freezing piece of nowhere called Grymhaw, close to the single most dangerous and disputed roadway in the realm, the Reaper's Way. Lovely place - if you don't mind everything else about it. "

Do you have any pets?

"Not really yet, but, and I fear this may seem childish of me, I really, really want to adopt a cat one day! A fluffy one, with those adorable big eyes and which does little 'biscuits' with its paws on a pillow. They're just the best."

What sports do you play?

"I don't really have time for any specific sports, per se, at least not as a hobby. If you count carrying stuff around for my employer, fighting people I'm hired to defeat (with a dagger or rapier, I'm not that good of an archer though), dancing, etc, I'd say I'm quite fit and athletic."

How tall are you?

"5.9 ft tall, around 179-180 centimeters."

What was your favorite subject in school?

"Commoners don't attend academia in Grymhaw. I am a commoner, spent most of my childhood trying to survive, and then was trained to become a Silver Snake after that godsdamned contract was signed. As I mentioned before though, I have a special interest when it comes to languages and I do know quite a lot about Botany, Philosophy, Politics, etc."

What is your dream job?

"Haha, now that's a new joke. I never even was given that choice - my soul was magically sold and I had to become a servant and a spy. Being a stupid warlord's little plaything wasn't exactly in my plans, but here I am. I wanted to be an alchemist."

(SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE)

Are you named after anyone?

"Hint: my full name comes from a gemstone or a flower. For personal reasons, I don't like my full name - so I just go by my nickname, Jack, which is a shorter version of my actual name, just that. Not really named after any specific person though."

When was the last time you cried?

"Don't really remember, if I'm being honest. I'm a pretty happy person - I've got an amazing little sister, great friends, my spaceship. I'd say I'm pretty damn lucky. I think I did cry recently while being experimented on by the Director though - I was scared and in a lot of pain - but thankfully no one but me needs to know that."

Do you have kids?

"No, not really. I'm an intergalactic thief and my on-the-run lifestyle, while fun and exciting, isn't exactly suited for small children. If one day I meet the right person and settle down, which is highly unlikely, I would like to have children - I think I'd be a good dad."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Yes. I'm pretty witty and I love making sarcastic remarks - I'm not rude to people who don't deserve it and am usually very polite, but sarcasm is like second nature to me. It's fun, gets the message across, and annoys the hell out of my uptight enemies. Overall, it's a win-win situation for me. Plus, I'm an older brother - I think sarcasm is pretty much one of the requirements, haha, especially when you got a chaotic little sister like mine."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"It depends. If I'm meeting someone in a regular social situation, I usually notice how they carry themselves, if their looks seem to reflect something of their personality, if they seem like a nice person to be around or a douchebag, that sort of thing. If I'm in a dangerous situation however, I try to notice if the person is armed or poses a threat - if so, I then try to figure out how I can keep my team safe from that person and do anything I can to minimize the danger."

What’s your eye color?

"Dark brown, just like Cassie's."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Oh, that's a nice question! I like both. Personally, I don't really like those extremely gory or disturbing horror movies, but I do like those cheesy teen horror flicks with a bit of comedy. Sometimes me and my sister try to find the worst possible low-budget horror movie and just watch it to laugh at the bad SFX and corny stories. As for happy endings, it's always good to watch a movie where everything works out in the end and gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling."

Any special talents?

"I'm a great pilot - I can maneuver my spaceship through an asteroid field or while being chased through a bunch of skyscrapers on a space station without much struggle. I'm also good at sharpshooting when I have the time to prepare and focus - though I'm admittedly not as good as Deimos or Vesper when it comes to striking moving targets, and I prefer not to hurt anyone, so most of my guns are set to just stun. I'm a good liar, I can make deals with anyone and I can get in and out of a high-security building with a priceless artifact without anyone noticing I was even there. So, haha, quite a few talents."

Where were you born?

"I was born in one of the three moons that orbit the planet of Ivion. It's a mining settlement, dusty, grimy, crime-ridden - forgotten by those highbrow Junction officers except in matters of exploiting everything the moon had to offer until there was nothing left. Basically, that place is just a big, bureaucratic space junkyard that sucks the soul out of you if you let it. I was never a big fan and don't want to go back any time soon."

Do you have any pets?

"Actual pets no, because they usually don't do that well in constant space travel and I would never want an animal to feel uncomfortable. But we do have a robot my sister built that helps around the ship - I believe Cassie named it Clank or something. The robot kinda acts like a big puppy and we love him."

What sports do you play?

"I do some workouts every morning - I need to be in top shape to continue making a fool of the Junction, plus I rather like exercising as a hobby, it's fun. I also stretch whenever I can, and I like doing some target practicing with my guns just to keep the skill sharp. I'm also good at running - which kinda comes with the territory of being a thief - and am good at streetfighting."

How tall are you?

"Eh, not sure. The Director's laboratory charts say I'm 173 cm, so around 5.7ft, I think? I haven't personally measured my height in a while."

What was your favorite subject in school?

"When I attended school I never really cared about it, to be honest. I was too busy being a rebellious little kid, and then our lives were thrown upside down, so I had to take care of my little sister, and ended up becoming an intergalactic thief, so not have much time to have a favorite subject. I do like astronomy and general science, like chemistry, though I never really was very good at maths - Cassie's the one who knows all the complicated equations and can build a robot from scratch. I'm really proud of her."

What is your dream job

"I'm pretty happy as I am now! I get to spite our corrupt government, take from the snobs, and help those down below. I get to see all those new planets and cool galaxies and have all these adventures alongside my team. I wish we didn't have to break the law though, and that we had a different life - but since that isn't really an option, we might as well enjoy the life we have!"

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @little-peril-stories

@the-ellia-west, @winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

[thegothicviking]

TW: Mention of suicidal thoughts

__________

Lost another friend due to me being "high "maintenance"...although I don't feel like I am?

I guess I nagged too much on her and she didn't think that not wishing me "happy birthday" was a big deal, when I personally think birthdays are important. Clash in personalities I guess.

I'm just glad that we didn't have that much in common (although she told me she was Asperger too and she was the only physical friend in a long while that I had a mutual fave band with, Bauhaus,) but we weren't even friends for a whole year so it's not that much of a loss I guess. I might have ONE "in real life" friend left now. ONE that I can still visit. But I feel like she is gradually withdrawing herself too. She is never the first to contact me to ask to hang out...

To be honest, I feel empty and tired of trying. I feel I need to "keep a lid on myself"/wear a mask now as I always end up being too enthuastic about a new friendship right from the start. This enthusiasm is scaring them away. So I'll try to keep it more "low profile" but this last physical friend, but it's hard when you have endured so many years of bullying and finally get to talk to someone face to face. Of course I get excited! It's like a starving man finally get access to food for the first time in a long time! He ends up eating too much and too fast. Just like I end up nagging and pushing...

I guess I just haven't found my type of people yet. And I honestly don't think I will, at least not here in Norway...

It has only been a week since I returned from Dresden and Leipzig..and my suicidal thoughts are already back. I returned from being surrounded by likeminded people..being able to express themselves and dress how they wanted to!

And then returning to..."normal people"...everyone looks the same..everyone is talking about the same mundane things.. It's eating me from the inside!

I wanted to be honest with anyone who is willing to read this: the mental health care system in Norway is a joke. They will straight up tell you that "because you are suicidal/have suicidal thoughts...this and this program won't work for you" and then they let you leave without even trying to recommend or place you into some other option of therapy or help. It's like they literally want you to just... die.

Here at home: I honestly feel like that person that stinks..or have some sinister mark on them. As if I have the plague and everyone avoids me..and I am blissfully unaware that I stink..or have the plague..and so I try to run towards the pretty people and I always have to try and chase them because they keep on running away from me. And I am blissfully unaware that I am meant to be shunned/shooed away. That I don't belong.

Ever since I was 6-7 years old and wrote in a stupid "friendship book" (which I now honestly believe is cursed)..all of my then friends who have ever written in it, are no longer my friends and in the beginning of the book I was supposed to write or draw whatever I wanted in life (as an introduction to the owner of the book/me).

As a 6-7 year old I could have written or drawn the most insane of things! Ask a child what they want and they can answer anything from a pony to a million in cash or a whole mountain made of candy..

And what did I write/draw? What was I wishing for? From anything in the world what did I want?

"Friends." ("Venner").

I draw two girls chasing each other in a tag-game. And I wrote "Venner" ("Friends").

And now, over 20 years later...that wish is sadly still relevant.

I really want to go on..but I am so tired.

If I didn't have my fic series...something I feel like I HAVE TO complete (out of spite or because hate to have any project unfullfilled). If I didn't have that... I'm sure I would have been 6 feet under now...or have had my ashed tossed into the sea.

I have no therapist...I wasn't allowed to keep him..and besides my family I don't have anyone to vent too. This is why I make this long post now. As to make you all my followers/mutuals aware that.. I might give up one day. I don't believe suicide is selfish. I believe you should be allowed to end it all if everything seems hopeless. I just wanted to vent. I just wanted you all to know...

I am grasping the last strands here. I am trying my best to keep on...but please don't be mad/angry if I decide to give up. I have fought these thoughts for 21 years now... Don't be mad at me if I'm too tired to keep on fighting. But I will give you a sign. I will let you know..if I decide to give up.

[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 5

[part 1] [part 4] [part 6] [read on ao3]

“Sorry about this,” Eddie said again, pulling out of the parking lot behind their work building.

“Hey, don’t be. It’s something to do, right?” The way Steve was smiling at him was so unbearably kind, Eddie could practically feel his heart beating in his throat. Running errands for his uncle wasn’t how he’d hoped the evening would go, but Steve really didn’t seem to mind.

Really, Eddie could have said anything and Steve would be just as eager to tag along. Steve was trying so hard to act normal and not like he would follow this almost-stranger to the ends of the earth if he’d asked. So far, so good, he thought. But god, his heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. Hopefully the mundanity of grocery shopping would help him level himself out. They were just hanging out, Steve told himself. That didn’t mean anything. He shouldn’t read too much into Eddie buying him dinner. Maybe the guy was just nice. After all, he was buying all his coworkers coffee every day. Yeah. He was just… Nice.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Lil Buddy:

did you find out what time your party is?

Yeah, he said it’s at 7. And he’s picking me up, so I might not actually be able to get to your place.

Sorry dude.

hey, don’t worry about it. I already said it was fine, didn’t I?

Yeah, you did. Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?

And don’t get injured, because I won’t be able to drive you to the hospital.

lol

"Who’re you talking to?" Eddie said, glancing over. "Did that say lil buddy?"

Steve laughed, slipping his phone back in his pocket. "The wingman," he explained. "They're doing a party at his place tomorrow, too. Just had to tell him I can't make it."

"Oh! You should've said something, Steve, you don't have to come with me-"

"You asked me first, dude. I see the kid all the time. I can hang out with him whenever."

"Alright, if you're sure."

"Why, you regret inviting me now or something?" Steve laughed, as if that wasn't the actual anxious thought that had been plaguing his brain the whole time.

"No! What? Definitely not. I'm really excited for you to come, seriously," Eddie was smiling, glancing quickly between Steve and the road. "I just… Wanted to make sure you knew you weren't, like, contractually obligated, if, y'know, you have something better to do."

"Trust me when I tell you, this is the something better."

Eddie could feel his face turning bright red. Thank god it was dark. 

Finally they pulled into the grocery store parking lot. It was a bit out of the way, further than Steve normally went to go shopping, so he figured Eddie must live close by.

"It's fine if you wanna just wait here, I won't be long-" Eddie said, parking the van close to the building.

"You're kidding, right?" Steve asked. Eddie just shrugged. "It's just the grocery store, dude, it's not like you're dragging me along to rob a bank or something."

"Suit yourself."

Steve followed Eddie around the small grocery store as Eddie repeatedly checked the text Wayne had eventually sent him with the grocery list. Stuff like paper towels and bread and beer and cereal, normal stuff. It reminded Steve that, oh yeah, he and Robin were out of peanut butter, and god knows how long he’d have to be out, he may as well grab a snack for the road too. Eddie glanced over at him, smiling.

“You can put your stuff in my cart, if you want,” he giggled, watching Steve struggle with the armload of things he ended up accumulating as they meandered through the store.

“Oh! Um, thanks,” Steve stepped up closer to the cart and Eddie helped him set things in the little baby seat to keep them separate. 

“I was gonna wait for you to ask,” Eddie said, still laughing lightly. “But uh… You’re pretty stubborn, aren’t you?”

It was Steve’s turn to laugh, pointedly avoiding making eye contact with Eddie.

“Yeah, I guess. That’s what people have told me, at least.”

“I’d believe it.”

Okay, so the grocery shopping wasn’t really helping as much as Steve had hoped it would. Somehow even the painfully mundane was fun just by virtue of doing it with Eddie. Steve watched as he drummed out beats on the shelves while he searched for the stuff on Wayne’s list and rode the cart down empty aisles.

Eddie knew he was being kinda weird, but it was making Steve smile. He was so aware of Steve looking at him the entire time, and it was making him nervous, and that was the one way he knew how to handle it. It worked like a charm on stage, and it seemed to be doing just fine here, too.

Eventually, with everything paid for and loaded into the back seat of the van, Eddie shot his uncle one last text that they were on their way and to please be wearing people clothes when they got home, and made the quick drive the rest of the way back to his place.

As Eddie pulled into the trailer park, he monitored Steve for any kind of reaction, any sign of surprise that Eddie lived where he lived. But if Steve gave a damn, he didn't show it.

They pulled up in front of Wayne's trailer and Eddie killed the engine as Steve got out and started grabbing bags, helping him unload.

God he was too sweet. Eddie just wanted to-

"So this is the mysterious Steve, huh?" a voice called from the trailer across the way. Steve jumped at the sound of his name. A man they hadn’t noticed until then was smoking on his own porch, dressed only in a bathrobe despite the weather. Eddie huffed.

"Good night, Murray," he yelled back, quickly grabbing the last bags and slamming the van door behind him as Steve made his way up to the porch.

"You didn't say he was-"

"Good NIGHT, Murray!" Eddie yelled louder, cutting him off. Their brief conversation seemed to summon Wayne to the door, fortunately for the boys who both had their arms loaded with groceries.

“You must be Eddie’s uncle,” Steve said, halfheartedly introducing himself as Wayne held the screen door open for the boys to bring the bags into the house.

“You must be Steve,” Wayne answered, looking at Eddie before peeking outside to see Murray giving him a small wave.

“Didn’t realize I was famous around here,” Steve laughed as he quickly found his way to the kitchen and dipped down to set his bags on the floor. Eddie followed in quickly behind him.

“You’re not, I swear,” he said, setting down the bags he’d carried in. “Murray and Wayne just don’t know how to mind their own business,” he spat, staring pointedly at Wayne.

Wayne raised his eyebrows slightly, almost smiling as he sipped from a mug of coffee that seemed to have materialized in his hand out of nowhere. 

"Susan's in on it, too," Wayne muttered, just low enough that Eddie could hear but Steve couldn't. Eddie groaned. It felt childish, grumbling like Wayne was ruining his life or something. He was an adult, damn it, he didn't need the neighborhood Olds speculating on his friends and his love life. 

"You gonna help your boy put groceries away or what?" Wayne asked, gesturing with his coffee to something behind Eddie. He whipped around to find, sure enough, Steve had started putting away anything that went in the fridge.

"He's not my boy," Eddie hissed, grabbing a bag to unload. God he hoped Steve couldn't hear them. He hoped what Nancy had said, about the concussions and the swimmer's ear affecting his hearing, would work in his favor just this once.

"Sure, son." Wayne nodded and turned, presumably making his way back to his recliner and his soap operas. Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the groceries.

"You have a cat?" Steve asked, excitement bubbling under his words.

"Huh? No?" Eddie turned and looked where Steve was looking. Steve looked at him confused and lightly kicked a bag of cat food leaning against the wall. Eddie started laughing. Steve still looked confused. "Oh! No, it's, um… It's for the uh, resident wildlife. Mostly stray cats, but also, y'know, raccoons and shit. Keeps 'em out of the garbage."

"Huh. Clever," Steve nodded. Eddie knew they did some real white trash shit, not the least of which being feeding the raccoons, and he usually didn't care if people knew. Steve, though… He didn't want to seem any weirder in front of Steve than he was sure he already did. 

He didn't expect Steve to think it was clever.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

Steve started looking closer at the stuff on the fridge, slightly disappointed that he didn't get to pet a cat. Though, he figured, if he played his cards right he might get to see a raccoon up close. That'd be neat.

There was actually stuff on their fridge door, which was a relatively new concept for Steve. Back home, his parents wouldn't be caught dead doing that sort of thing. Robin got him in on doing communal schedules and grocery lists on a whiteboard on the fridge, and magnetic poetry which he wasn't any good at, but it was a good laugh. But here? Novelty magnets shaped like vegetables and fish held up business cards and take-out menus, a power bill he assumed was already paid because it was from September and the lights were still on.

There was a handful of mismatched number and letter magnets, mostly spread haphazardly around the fridge door except for one group that crookedly read F UCK TH C0P S that made Steve giggle out loud. His favorite thing, though, was all the pictures of Eddie and Wayne.

Some of them were Eddie's school pictures throughout the years. Two looked like they were from a camping trip: one, a silhouette of Wayne fishing off a dock at either sunrise or sunset, Steve couldn't tell. The other was Eddie, sitting on a rock, tuning a guitar by firelight. One picture had a lot of people in it, clearly taken in the middle of the trailer park. Eddie and some boys Steve didn't know seemed to be engaging in a sword fight with lit sparklers. There was an old picture of Wayne from what must have been his college days.

Steve's favorite was, of course, a picture of Eddie. He was small, hair buzzed short, wearing a paper crown that must have said something like Happy Birthday on it. He was smiling big and open-mouthed at the camera, showing off a missing bottom tooth. At the bottom edge of the photo, partially cut off, was a birthday cake with a lit number 8 candle.

"What are you over there smiling at?" Eddie asked, closing a cupboard and coming up behind Steve. Steve tapped the birthday photo. "Oh good lord, just kill me," Eddie grimaced, immediately moving his hand to cover the picture. Steve laughed and swatted his hand away halfheartedly.

"Aw, come on, Eddie. It's cute! My parents never put this kind of shit on the fridge."

"Really?" Eddie recoiled, looking legitimately shocked. "Thought everybody's parents did mushy garbage like this."

"Not everybody. I mean, don't get me wrong, they had pictures of all of us kids framed around the house but we never got to put stuff on the fridge. Mom said it was uh…" Low class. "It looked messy."

"Huh. Weird… You've got siblings?"

"You sound surprised."

"I mean. I dunno, you kinda struck me as a fellow only child."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve laughed, crossing his arms to feign indignance.

"Nothing! Swear. How many siblings do you have? Where are you in the order?"

"Uh, Jesus. Six, all older. I'm the baby-"

"Actually that makes more sense," Eddie cut him off.

"-but the next youngest is ten years older than me, so I didn't really grow up with them, per se."

Eddie smacked himself on the forehead.

"THAT'S what it is," he yelled, jokingly stumbling backwards at the force of his own blow. "God, seven of you? I'd never survive. How old are your parents?"

"Oh, don't ask me that, you're gonna make me sound like a terrible son."

Eddie cackled as Steve nervously ran his hands through his hair.

"Nah, that's fine. I don't know how old Wayne is, either."

"I'm thirty!" Wayne yelled indignantly from the other side of the trailer.

"Like fuck you are, old man!" Eddie yelled back, making them all laugh.

Steve felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to check. Text from Robin.

"Huh…" Steve huffed, unlocking his phone as another text came in.

"Is that Robin? Did she strike out already?" Eddie chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back against the kitchen counter. Steve shrugged.

dont know what ur doing but u have an hour to come get anything u need from the house

vix is staying the night n u know what that means

;) ;) ;)

"Oh. That makes more sense," he said, sucking his teeth, slipping his phone back into his pocket without replying. "Um. Do you mind if I crash here tonight?"

Realization dawned on Eddie's face and he cackled, giving one loud clap before he doubled over.

"Go Robin!" he cheered as he caught his breath, wiping stray tears from his eyes. "Yeah, you can stay here."

"Thanks. Could I convince you to drive me back to my place just to grab some stuff? Phone charger, shit like that? Apparently I have an hour." Steve tapped his phone in his pocket. Eddie spun and looked at the microwave clock. 

"Uh, maybe. Wayne!" Eddie shouted, leaning out into the hall, hanging by the door frame. "What time do you work tonight?"

"You've got time!" Wayne yelled back, answering the implicit question. "Just hurry up!"

"Cool, let's hit the road then," Eddie turned and looked at Steve, jerking his head to the side to beckon him along. Steve nodded and followed after him, pulling his phone back out.

Be there in 20! PLEASE be decent when I get there.

Robin's response came as they pulled out of the trailer park.

obviously

wait where r u?

I'm with Eddie.

R U SERIOUS?????

u gonna stay w him tonight? ;)

Oh my god stop. But yes.

never omg

hey unrelated: r we going to the nerds party tomorrow?

You can if you want. Eddie invited me to a different party so I'll be with him.

jfc just fuck him already

Tempting, but he's driving right now.

"The hell- Did you just take a picture of me?" Eddie looked between Steve and the road a few times before settling back on paying attention to where he was going.

"Yeah," Steve laughed. "Told Robs I'm with you, need a picture for proof."

"Gotcha," Eddie said skeptically. 

its dark dingus i can barely see whos in the picture

i assume its eddie

Haha, sorry, yeah.

Eddie snuck glances whenever he could at Steve's phone screen, enough to catch Robin's suggestive comment. Steve was wrapped up in their conversation the whole ride back into town, perfectly silent the entire drive.

"Gonna need you to direct me from here, dude," Eddie said, tapping Steve's shoulder to get his attention once they got back downtown.

"Oh! Duh. Um, keep going straight until you hit that light, then turn left. There'll be a parking lot on the right a few blocks down, just pull in there."

"Aye aye, captain," Eddie said with a little salute that made Steve giggle. He followed Steve directions and pulled into a parking lot that he hoped was the right one.

“Cool. Um, you can come up if you want,” Steve said, halfway out of the van.

“Yeah, uh, as much as Robin’s den of depravity sounds like the event of the year, I think I’ll pass.”

“Probably the smart choice.”

Steve shut the van door and ran across the street, fishing keys out of his pocket. Eddie watched as he unlocked the door to the building, nestled in between a pawn shop and a convenience store. Once Steve was out of sight, Eddie pulled his phone out. In his brief absence, the group chat he was in had blown up, and he had a few missed calls from his friends.

Dustpan: is anybody bringing real food to the party tomorrow?

Garebear: Do you guys not have food in your house?

Microwave: not enough to feed all of us!

Leia: yeah, unless you guys want ramen and cheese its all night, we’re going to need to go shopping

Dustpan: which is why I’m asking

Wildred: I’m off work in an hour, I can pick something up if I need to

JIF: How did I know this would happen?

JIF: I just bought like 6 bags of pizza rolls because I knew this would happen.

JIF: Will you might wanna get chips or something

Microwave: get a veggie tray

Garebear: Jesus Christ Mike what are you, 80?

Garebear: a VEGGIE TRAY??

Wildred: lol I’ll grab some stuff. Other than Mike, does anyone have any requests?

Dustpan: depends, where are you going?

Wildred: … The store.

Dustpan: okay, WHICH store, asshole?

Leia: unrelated, but we’re out of coffee so if you’re going to the store could you grab some?

Wildred: That depends on the requests

Wildred: Yes I’ll get coffee

JIF: That is VERY related as I’m sure we will be drinking your coffee in the morning

Garebear: Tru

G-Man: I can bring chips Will don’t worry about it

Wildred: I’m getting pita chips and hummus and nothing else if you guys don’t tell me what you want

Garebear: Nooooo can you get jalapeno cheetos

JIF: Oh shit, yeah, seconding the cheetos

Wildred: Sure

Dustpan: ANYWAY I asked because I want those bulk plantain chips we get but if you aren’t going there then I’m good.

Wildred: I can get your stupid plantain chips, yes

Microwave: do we have eggos? el just texted me

Leia: WHY are you asking the groupchat that?

Microwave: bc i can hear one of you in the kitchen but i don’t know who it is

Microwave: and i don’t want to yell

Dustpan: it’s me, yes we have eggos.

Wildred: Lucas, do Max or Erica want anything?

Leia: please hold

Leia: max also wants jalapeno cheetos. erica wants pocky or oreos

Dustpan: we have like three different kinds of oreos. don’t buy oreos.

Microwave: we have oreos?? since when??

Dustpan: since like, thanksgiving break dude. if you ate more than dino nuggets and mac n cheese maybe you’d know that.

Microwave: hey. harsh

Microwave: i eat other stuff. i JUST asked for a veggie tray

Dustpan: yeah, because you use vegetables as a vessel for ranch.

Wildred: Eddie, do you want anything?

Microwave: also occasionally cheese, don't be reductive

Dustpan: there is something deeply psychologically wrong with you, you know that?

Wildred: Does anybody know what Eddie’s doing right now? I called him but he didn’t answer

Garebear: He never answers his phone, dude

Dustpan: huh. yeah, he didn’t answer me either.

Garebear: His phone has been on silent the entire time he’s had it

JIF: He should be off work by now, idk where he is though

Garebear: Dude. Did you just try to call him too? 

can you get me icecream?

Dustpan: eddie!

Wildred: Yeah man, what kind?

idk cookie dough or something? brand doesnt matter

JIF: He likes Ben and Jerrys

okay yeah but thats expensive

Wilma: lol I’ll see what I can find

you are a benevolent host

One of these days he'd need to come up with a funnier nickname for Grant.

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the hellfire club groupchat is my pride and joy. also, i'm sure you all noticed, we officially have a title and, in turn, we're live on ao3! this part will go up on ao3 later today, i'll link it back here when it does!

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag, @leatafandom! All right, here we go!

How many works do you have on AO3? 97, as of answering this.

What's your total AO3 word count? Uhm, *checks notes* a lot. My total word count is a lot.

What Fandoms do you write for? Well, I write for Spider-Man, Deadpool, Batman, and Danny Phantom mostly.

What are your top five by kudos? Won't Be Slain Here, New Amsterdam, Tales of the Glories, Finding the Lost, and A Safe Place.

Do you respond to comments? I do, but only when I've just posted something. Whether that's another chapter or a one-shot, I wait until I've posted something to respond. (So if it takes a while for me to respond to a comment, that's why.)

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That would have to be If Only In My Dreams. Or maybe Dance 'Till You're Dead. Eh, it's a toss up between those two.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Eh--most of them? I like to think most of my endings are happy, or at least bittersweet.

Do you get hate on fics? I haven't. Mostly my audience has been pretty nice in their comments.

Do you write smut? Pardon my uncontrollable laughter at the thought of me actually managing to write a smut scene.

Do you write crossovers? I mean, almost all my fics are crossovers of some kind. Crossover between Deadpool and Spider-Man, crossover between Danny Phantom and Batman--it would be faster to list the ones that aren't.

What's the craziest one you've written? Okay, Imma need a definition on "crazy," because these are comic book/cartoon worlds with that kind of logic and I'm honestly not sure where the "crazy meter" is.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I've had people ask if it's okay to translate my fics, and I've said "Yes" (anyone reading this, it is ALWAYS okay to translate my stuff), but I've never been linked so I don't know if it was actually translated or if the person asking bit off more than they could chew. (Happens.)

Have you ever co-written a fic before? My friend, I am a terrible collab partner. Everyone who has ever collaborated with me will tell you.

What's your all time favorite ship? Why do I have to pick just one?

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? *sips tea*

What are your writing strengths? Small, soft scenes where characters are just bonding. (Although I've been told my angst is very well done.)

What are your writing weaknesses? Fight scenes. My fight scenes are just terrible. I avoid them like the plague. (Which is not easy in my fandoms!)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I will not do it. I will write something along the lines of "so and so spoke Russian" or "(character) didn't understand the language being spoken," or I'll put brackets around the other language as a clue to readers that there is another language, but I only fluently speak one language and I do not trust Google Translate.

First Fandom you wrote for? The first ever fandom I wrote for was Sailor Moon, and that was on the Neopet Message boards way back when which means no one can bring them up as examples of how cringe my writing is.

Favorite fic you've written? Again, how can I pick just one?

Once again, thanks for the tag! This was a lot of fun!

No pressure tags! @deniigi, @the-stove-is-on-fire, @thekenwick, @writerwhat