Taking Down The Tree

You can slow things down. Take a walk without your phone, go swimming, wade, climb a tree, balance a glass of water on your head, collect wood, carry water, read a book, hold a rock and feel it’s shape, breathe, listen to the wind, watch the moon, feel an itch on your body and let it just be itchy, fold your clothes, breathe some more. How do you slow things down? This is all a reminder for myself.

The Tree God

I’m the DM with a two-person party. One player has had some experience with DnD, but for the other, it’s his first time.

And on every tree-related roll, our axe-paladin has gotten 20s.

Part 1

Me (DM): Ok, the path goes either right, or left. What do you do? 

Paladin: I go forward.

Me: No, I mean, there is only right and left on the path. The rest is just forest.

Paladin: No. I take my axe and go forward by cutting down all the trees.

Me: Fine. Roll.

Paladin: (rolls a 20)

Me: *screams*

Part 2

Me: Ok, (Sorcerer) now has a stick-torch.

Paladin: I want one!

Me: Then just cut off a branch. You’ll need to roll for it, too.

Paladin: (nat 20)

Sorcerer: what?!

Part 3

Me: You are now inside a small cave, about 7 feet across. There is still a hole in the ground from the tree.

Sorcerer: What if an enemy finds us while we sleep? (It’s nighttime) 

Paladin: I’ll just put the tree back.

Me: Uh, sure, roll.

Paladin: (nat 20)

Me: I hate you.

Uncle Gerry’s Family Fun Zone

by reddit user Red_Grin

This is a lengthy story but it is worth it:

I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.

Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.

But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.

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Full Refund

Summary: It all starts with a silly text to Derek.

Notes: A quick little fic inspired by @stileshale‘s tags on this post. (On AO3)

Stiles drags himself up to his room, feet heavy on the stairs. He’d thought, now that summer was starting, he’d have a better chance. With all this free time, surely someone would let him take them on one date. But he’d been turned down time and time again.

So he’s back at his dad’s place, and it seems even less likely that he’ll find someone, now that he’s away from campus.

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The Joker x Reader -“ELLIS”

Nothing is ever easy with him, but this time he really crossed the line. If The Joker doesn’t care about anything at all, what is the point of you two being together? Unless…maybe he gives a damn about at least one thing.

You always drive back to Gotham on lonely, deserted roads, trying to avoid traffic as much as possible.

“J, we’re close to our cabin, we should stop and spend the night; just me and you, yes?” you smile, attempting to be cheerful and lightening up the mood.

“I don’t feel like it!” he bitterly replies, keeping his eyes on the road.

“We’re almost at the turn we have to take to get there. Come on… please?”

“NO! I told you I don’t feel like it!” he snarls, clenching his fingers on the steering wheel. You place your hand on his thigh, caressing it with your thumb:

“Baby, it’s not my fault the meeting didn’t go well.”

He pushes your hand away, still fuming. You look outside the window and take a deep breath, watching the sun going down behind the trees.

“J, come on, don’t be like this…You know I love you,” you tilt your head towards him, hoping he will change his mind.

“Right!!” he scoffs with a sour expression on his face.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask, getting restless.

“It means whatever you want it to mean!” the Joker snaps, quickly glancing your way.“You don’t love me, nobody does!” he hisses, being in such a foul mood he can barely concentrate on driving.

“Yeah…I wonder why…” you mutter but he heard you and it makes him even more enraged. You start massaging your temples; you really don’t need this after all the stuff that happened lately.

“J…why did we get married?” you ask, closing your eyes, thinking how much you wish your lives were different.

“Because we’re idiots, Y/N, that’s why!” he angrily raises his voice, accelerating. “Thank God you had the miscarriage three months ago because the kid would have probably had your attitude. I don’t think I could handle two of you!”

He hears you sniffle and your voice breaks down when you address him:

“Why…why do you say such cruel things?” and you start sobbing, deeply hurt by his words. “Stop the car…” you manage to speak through tears. “Stop the car!!!!” you suddenly hit the window with your first and he slams the breaks, unnerved.

You get out fast, taking your wedding ring off and tossing it in his lap:

“Here, consider yourself divorced!” you slam the door, frantically wiping your tears. He just grunts, annoyed and screams back at you:
“Fine! I don’t need you anyway!”

“I don’t need you either!” you yell, whimpering, feeling so miserable you can’t wait for him to go away.

“I hope you die in these woods!” The Joker growls, taking off in a frenzy, aggravated.

“I won’t give you the satisfaction!” you shout, crossing your arms on your tummy, watching him disappear in the distance. You turn around and start walking back towards the hidden unpaved, unmarked road that leads to your cabin. It should be about 10-15 minutes away by foot. You recently passed the spot by car so it shouldn’t be too far. Add about 2 more hours of walking until you reach the destination and you should be there before it gets really dark.

You walk rather slow, deep in thought; being outdoors does make you feel a little bit better. It takes you more than 2 hours, but you are finally at the hideout. You go inside and turn the lights on, looking through your supplies to see what you could munch on. You decide to make a tea and wrap yourself in a blanket, then head out to the porch so you can enjoy the silence you crave so badly.

You have your little backpack with you and search inside until you find the ultrasound picture you kept from when it was confirmed you were pregnant. Your eyes get teary again and you kiss the small image, talking to yourself:
“He only wishes you would have been like me…” you sadly smile and your grieving is interrupted by the sound of tires approaching.

Oh, no, what is he doing here? you panic, covering your head with the hoodie in a failed effort to calm down.

He gets out of the car and slams the door as hard as he can, staring you down.

“W-what are you doing here?” you inquire, shriveling down under your fluffy cover. J walks the stairs up to the porch, barking your way:

“I wanted to see if you died on your way here this way I can bury you. It would have given me great pleasure.”

“I’m not sorry to disappoint,” you sneer, still holding the little picture to your chest.

“What’s that?” The Joker points towards it, even if he already has an idea.

“Nothing you care about…”, you chew on your words, making an extra effort to keep your composure as you return your treasure to the backpack.

He takes a seat on the bench that’s the furthest from you, legs up on the railing, trying to light up a cigarette when you unexpectedly rush to yank it out of his hand and toss it to the ground, stepping on it:

“You quit two years ago!”

“Give it a rest before you make me mad!” J growls, taking out the full pack of cigarettes but you snatch it from him, breaking and tearing it to pieces, frustrated about everything and taking it on his nasty habit.

He takes a deep breath, trying not to lose his temper and warns you:

“Stop your shit, Y/N, you’re pissing me off!”

You don’t even care and continue:

“Go back to Gotham, I want to be alone! I don’t want you here, go away!” you shriek through your clenched teeth, heading back inside, trying not to cry.

“I don’t care about what you want; this is my hideout too!” you hear him grumble and don’t care for the rest since you step inside the bathroom, closing the door. You are so ready for a shower and a bit of sleep to calm down the tension you feel in every muscle of your body.

15 minutes into it and J parts the curtain to the side, making you jump since you didn’t hear him sneak in.

“Make room, I want to take a shower too,” he commands, getting inside.

“Go take a shower in the other bathroom!” you plead, irritated he’s so inconsiderate.

“I like this one better!” he kind of shoves you to the side, getting under the warm water.

“Fine, you can have it!” you give up, grabbing your towel and step outside when he tries to snatch you.

“Where are you going? I wanna wash your hair!” he angrily yells after you, unhappy you’re defiant…again.

“I already washed it myself!” you slam the door and J continues his tirade, tossing shampoo and body wash bottles around the bathtub in his tantrum.  

I just need some peace and quiet, why can’t I have that? you think while resting your back against the door for a few seconds, sensing your anxiety is going to reach new levels soon.

The Joker took his time in there but now he’s finally done. He searches for you inside the cabin but you are not there. He peeks out of the window and notices you are dozing off on the couch to the left side of the porch, covered in blankets. Perfect time to rant some more, you are definitely going to hear about how much you annoyed him today!

But when he sees you are in a deep sleep, something stops him. The corner of the ultrasound picture sticks out a bit from under your pillow and he slowly pulls it out, glaring at it for a few good minutes before putting it back with a remorseful sigh. He takes a deep breath and grabs more blankets from the pile on the table and covers you with them, keeping just one for himself. J also brings the gun from the car and seats on the chair next to yours, awake all night because he believes a wild animal might creep up on you.

When the first rays of sunshine pierce through the thick fog, he finally loses the battle and closes his eyes, exhausted. He wakes up three hours later, wrapped in a dozen blankets, not feeling the cold he braved last night anymore; it gets so chilly in these woods after sunset.

He finds breakfast and hot coffee inside but you are gone again. Probably hiking at your favorite spot, J assumes, munching on a few goodies from his plate. You’ve been away for a while and he decides to search for you, he doesn’t even know why. You aren’t too far, just about a mile away behind the cabin, legs crossed in the grass, reading a magazine under your umbrella and enjoying the warm temperature. You hear him approach and you don’t lift your eyes up. He doesn’t say a word and just imitates your position a few steps away from you.

“What are you doing?” you coldly question him, not thrilled of his presence.

“Nothing,” The Joker barely bothers to answer.

You exhale, turning the page and fighting not to pay attention to his nonsense:

“You can’t stay in the sun, you know you burn easily,” you grunt, indirectly inviting him to get lost.

“So? Why do you care? Mind your own business!” and he lets himself go on his back, enjoying the hot sun.

“You’ll burn badly, go in the shadow,” J distinguishes your low voice urging him to move.

He ignores your warning and after a few more moments he opens his eyes to see your umbrella by his head, shielding half of his body from the sun and you walking away.

She’s so obnoxious, I really hate her, is the last thought he has before closing his eyes again and falling asleep shortly after since he’s so tired.


You are nowhere to be found. The Joker searched the cabin and around it but you vanished.

Good, maybe she fell from a cliff and my problems are done, he maliciously grins, relieved and hoping for his wish to come true, but after a few seconds the evil smile freezes on his lips as he notices your backpack is gone. And the small post-it on the fridge he didn’t see before makes him cringe:

“I’m going back to Gotham.”  

Crazy woman, walking alone in the woods, J growls, taking the car keys out of his pocket and heading outside.


You discern the sound of the engine getting closer and closer and quicken your pace, not understanding why you can’t have a moment to yourself when you are very entitled to it. He passes you by and turns the car sideways, slamming on the breaks, gets out of the car and awaits your arrival, his blue eyes so dark it would make you hesitate on your decision.

Yet you avoid looking at him and attempt to go around when he rolls his eyes, fed up with your behavior and stomps towards you, lifting you up and slamming you on the hood, making you seat there against your will while you struggle to get down. J is blocking your way, not budging when you struggle to escape.

“Where are you going, hm? Are you really trying to get on my nerves?” he pins your hands behind your back, watching tears of frustrations forming in your eyes but you are too strong to let him win and swallow your vexation, finally looking at him.

“I’m walking back to Gotham,” you mutter, defying his blue gaze.

“It’s a long walk, Doll,” he pushes you up on the hood even more, making sure you can’t move.

“Why do you care? You don’t care about anything, not even…about…”  and you can’t control yourself anymore and start sobbing, thinking about the mean things he said to you yesterday that hurt you so much. J knows exactly what you are referring to and sucks on his cheeks, gulping, finally speaking up on the subject:

“I did care about that…”

You shake your head in denial, whimpering, dismissing his words so he repeats:

“I did care about that.”

“N-no you d-didn’t,” you cry harder and The Joker sets your hands free, backing out just a bit so you can slide down towards him.

“I did, I cared about that,” he insists, rolling up the sleeve on his left arm to point out the huge “ELLIS” tattoo on his forearm. “Why do you think I got the name on my skin and didn’t remove it? I will always keep it, do you hear me? I did care…” his voice breaks a bit and wipes your tears, lifting your chin up, forcing you to look at him again.

Ellis is the name you two picked for the baby when you found out you were pregnant, fit for a boy or a girl. You were so excited and over the moon you didn’t have patience to wait any longer. But it wasn’t meant to be…

Since you can’t stop crying and he grows impatient, J yanks you in his arms, hugging you while you want to push him away.

“I did care…” he continues to whisper in your ear over and over again until he feels your body relaxing and your arms go around his waist, hugging him back really tight. Since you still won’t stop crying, he caresses your hair, tightening his grip on you too. He senses tears menacing to roll down his cheeks but he brushes the awkward feeling away, because it’s not like him to show any weakness. Instead, he chooses to be The Joker and he has to admit to himself it really takes a lot of effort this time around:

“…Say, Princess, are we still divorced?”

“U-hum,” you manage to squeal, sobbing on his chest.

“That’s too bad, I was hoping to get some tonight,” and he kind of sadly smiles when you pinch his side.” Since I’m here and you’re here, can we at least have an affair?”

“Stop your stupid jokes,” you scold him, sniffling. He kisses your temple and helps you down, regaining his posture, but still holds your hand.

He seems surprised when you push yourself against his body and make him pay attention to what you have to say:

“You can lash out at me, but…” and your voice shakes ”…you can’t say anything mean about our poor baby, do you hear me?” There is so much pain and grief in your voice that he has no choice but to nod yes.

“Don’t ever say anything mean about Ellis… promise?” and you cup his face, waiting for the answer.

“I promise,” he agrees so fast he shocks himself.

“Good then, now you are allowed to drive me back to Gotham,” you announce and take your backpack off, going around the car to get in on the passenger’s side. “Did you lock the cabin?”

“I did,” J reports and can’t help bickering as he starts to drive away:

Allowed to drive you back, Pumpkin?! Like it’s what, a privilege??!!”

“Damn right it is!” you raise your voice and look out the window, ignoring the outburst.

“Pffttt, lucky me…” he grumbles but takes your hand and kisses it. You don’t object and scoot over towards him, silently leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Hey, Kitten, are we still divorced? Or do you want your ring back? I have it in my jacket.”

“I guess you’re allowed to give it back to me when we get home,” you decide with an indifferent tone.

Allowed to give it back??! Like it’s what, a privilege??!” he mocks, taking the turn towards the main road.

“Damn right it is!” you elbow him and he frowns, aggravated:

“Pffttt, lucky me…”

“You are lucky!” you cut him off, lifting your eyebrows with an attitude.

“Maybe just a little bit…” he admits and it makes you smirk, clenching to his arm even more.

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Some WIPs from my little journal For updated versions go here: http://mon-cheri-fob.tumblr.com/post/136980619611/since-everyone-seemed-to-enjoy-the-original-wips

Dryad au

Dryad’s are tree nympths, they are basically bound to the tree and I just- So much can be done with this hellllpppp. 

- Tree nympths having specific characteristics of the tree they guard/posess. For example they may have ivy growing out of them and the leaves of the tree in their hair.

-Tree nympths who gaurd the wildlife in the trees, for example squirrels in oak trees.

-Dryad’s who posess bonsai trees being tiny.

-Tree nympths who posess fir trees being hardy and able to resist very low temperatures.

-Nympths that posess deciduous trees (trees that lose their leaves during the winter and autumn) looking like normal people but looking very tired and less full of life.

-Parkour masters.

-Campaigning to protect trees in the city, or atleast move them from the city to somewhere new.

-Tree nympths who use photosynthesis? Sunbathing tree nympths sleeping just next to their tree.

- Tree nympths decorated with Amber.

-Tree nympths who are able to posess a new tree so long as it is the offspring of the previous which is still alive. 

-A monkey puzzle tree nympth visiting a jewellers shop who takes jet from a nearby mine, and finding jet from the leftovers of one of their old trees. (Jet is fossilised monkey puzzle).

-Agressive tree nympths who come from hawthorn or monkey puzzle.

-Nympths that live in your garden.

-That nympth witnessed your shameless house party.

-Modern nympths that decorate their tree on special occassions. Person A not liking the apple tree covered in decorative lights and demanding the dryad takes them down.

-Stop climbing mi tree.

-Naga that shares a tree and sleeps in the branches and helps protect the ree and in return can sunbathe on that one branch that sticks out.

-Bees honey being a part of the food source for the nympth.

-Throwing acorns at that centaur/person you don’t like.

-Nympth territory fights. “Scccuuusseee mmmeee III was going to plant mmyyy beech tree here!”

-Nympths with strong wills having pheonix trees (trees that will always regrow when you cut them down and poison them).

-A tree nympths mental state affecting their trees health.

-A tree getting an infection and a nympth bursting into the garden center like: I NEED YOUR FINEST PESTICIDE.

-I’m pretty sure it’s apple trees that do this but apple tree nympth finding out their tree will be the only one not being cut down and quickly collecting samples of other trees and adding them to the apple tree (as apple trees can merge and support other trees theresoneinNewyorkwhichisfabulous) so their nympth friends can stay alive.

- Nympths that merge like above getting all kinds of flower and leaves on them.

-Willow tree nympths having the flowing dangly branches for hair.

-Palm tree nympths having a personal umbrella-


Patrick Stump + Pre-hiatus music videos

Random dialogue prompts #2

“That’s a lot of orange.”
“I’m not taking down the Christmas tree!”
“Well, tell her I said ‘suck it’.”
“But why are there so many ducks?!“
“What, are you part of the blue man group or something?”
“I don’t like your hair, it’s in the way.”
“She had to be different, didn’t she?!”
“You and your stupid name!”
“To infinity and the yard!”
“Open this door!”
“It’s a nice dress but you’re a loon.”
“Believe me, I have no idea why this is happening.”
“Are you hitting on me?”
“Would you like a cookie?”

Cherry Blossoms

One-shot inspired on memime’s Paladin Aku au, and the episode ‘Jack remembers the past’. After the finale and Aku’s death, i needed some fluff to get over it! I’m happy Jack returned home and lots of cruelty and slavery were spared, but I loved Aku’s character!

Anyway, i hope you like it!

“Are we there yet?”

Aku muttered under his breath, containing the urge to growl a reply, but he couldn’t really blame here for asking that. Heck, he didn’t even know where they were going, he just didn’t want her to realize he didn’t know, or it would make him look like an idiot. So he simply turned around and said. “No.”

He didn’t even know where he wanted to go, he was just walking around the landscapes, looking for food and maybe someplace to sleep, and little Kuni just followed him around, she had nowhere else to go and no place to return to, not anymore. Sometimes her naivety amused him, other times it infuriated him, but he had never even considered leaving her behind at some town to fend for herself however he could, not in this hostile environment, not after the Nameless Samurai had probably realized the child was his companion, not after… Aku shook that thought out of his head.

They had been travelling through the mountains for a good while, enduring the snow and the high altitude, contrasting the woods they had travelled through earlier, and often he had to turn into a pony or a mountain goat when Kuni couldn’t traverse through a particularly dangerous area, such as a cliff or rocky ledge, but he had to save his magical energy for an actual emergency. They were running out of provisions, and Kuni didn’t stop complaining about her feet hurting. Heck, what did she complain about when he was the one who ended up carrying her and doing all the climbing while all she did was use his cape as a blanket?!

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Can Henry and Carina unite to find the Trident of Poseidon, the key to all the oceans’ powers? Will zombie Captain Armando Salazar and his legion of decaying crewmen beat them to the chase? Can Depp maybe just lay down under that palm tree for a while and take a nice nap? Read our review of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales.

I Hope he Likes Surprises Pt5

A/N: Emily ( @whitechocolateperfection ) is making me do this, so if no one likes it I’m blaming her lol ..  song at the beginning is ‘I’m Yours” Alessia Cara 

Originally posted by flyngdream


‘But I tore down my walls

And opened my doors

And made room for one

So baby, I’m yours’

“Babe, you’ve got to stop listening to this garbage. It’s just going to make you feel worse.”

“I thought you had a class to get to?”

“Don’t you have a class?” Zoe reiterates, placing a hand on her hip. “I know you’re hurting, but you can’t stay hidden away in here forever.”

“He hasn’t come back yet, Zoe. He’s still living it up in Portland. While I’m left, trying to hold myself together.”

Even though I told him I didn’t want him to call, I expected him to. I expected him to fight harder for us, for me.

“How will it be better if you hear from him? I don’t want you to be even more hurt.” Zoe sets her backpack down.

“Zoe this is two years of my life. Two years of holidays, and birthdays, and vacations with our families. Two years of loving and being held when I was too upset to fall asleep. I don’t want to move on and be single or even find anyone else. I want him, but he cheated on me.

I’m going to hurt a lot more before I get better.” I lay back on the couch, wondering when things all went wrong.

Zoe kneels down in front of me, placing a hand on me knee. “Do you want me to stay in with you? I can miss this class?”

“Go,” I try to smile. “At least one of us needs to graduate from college. I’ll be fine.”

“Babe, are you sure?”

“Zoe, go! I promise I’ll stay busy. I have a thesis to write.”

“Wuthering Heights is on my book shelf if you need an escape. I know it’s one of your favorites. I’ll be back in a couple hours, ok? I love you, Y/N.” I watch my roommate blow me kisses as she heads out the door.

It wasn’t a hard decision, coming to the  clearing. I hiked it hundreds of times with Shawn and it held so many memories. Maybe it was torture, reminding myself of all the laughs we shared here, but I don’t care. All caring does is create disappointment.

I lay the flannel blanket down and take a seat, looking around at the trees. There’s a park to my right and picnic tables to my left. A small family is eating sandwiches. The girl is drinking chocolate milk while her mother braids her blonde hair.

“I thought you’d be here.”

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every time i use the Master Sword for dumb shit like cutting down trees in BOTW i feel like i’m being massively disrespectful to an ancient artifact but at the same time it’s the most practical thing to use

it doesn’t break, it takes down trees in two swings, and i always have it on me. it’s the most practical option!

i like to imagine Fi is trapped in there being all like:

Our Eyes Ch. 1 (Steve x reader)

Ahhhh, I’ve finally got an idea for another series and I’m super stoked. I’m going to make it cute. No angst this time. Just total cuteness. And guess what? I’ve finally gotten rid of my writer’s block and the ideas are starting to flow again. I hope I get to write a lot this week, hopefully getting a few of these chapters in. I hope your Wednesday went well, and just a reminder that you’re all awesome and I love you all. xoxo

Description: You’re a quiet girl who hangs around coffee shops, capturing what you see onto paper. You’ve always minded your own business, never getting involved with anyone in any relationship for reasons you’d rather not say out loud. He’s a super soldier who keeps to himself, never one to really talk to anybody that he doesn’t have to. He’s been through a lot, but never talked about it, always shoving it into the back of his mind. A chance encounter makes some sort of connection between you two and suddenly everything changes. Your eyes tell a story, as well as his, but will either of you find the courage to say it?

Warnings: Literally one curse word lmao


You were sitting in the corner of the lowly lit coffee shop, gazing out the window at the cherry blossom tree that was idling just outside the door. You hand was moving across a piece of paper, roughly sketching the flowers that were blossoming on the branches. The thick paper felt smooth against the side of your hand, the graphite smearing itself onto it. Once you figured you had studied the flowers enough to finish the rest of the tree, you looked down at the paper, taking a sip of your latte. It was an outline sketch, nothing was completely structured, but you figured it was a good base line. You began darkening the lines you liked, shading in the shadows, giving the tree some depth. 

The bell on the door jingled, letting everyone in the little shop that someone had come in. You glanced up at the door. The people that came in here were always interesting. You were a people watcher, you always made up life stories and agendas for them as they waited for their coffee. Sometimes you felt like their choice of caffeine said something about them too. Your eyes followed the person across the floor to the counter. It was a man, a really well built man. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a fitted black t-shirt that showed off every toned muscle on his body, and a dark blue bomber jacket. His face hid underneath a black baseball cap, shadows casting over him. He must have felt you staring at him because he turned around, scanning the room till his gaze met yours. 

His ocean blue eyes stood out against the darkness in the shop. Your lips slightly parted in a gasp. They were captivating you, and suddenly it felt like only him and you were in the room. He broke his gaze, looking at the ground. You realized that you had been gaping at him and blushed. He glanced back up at you, a small smile on his face. Embarrassed, you smiled back and dived back into your work. You cursed yourself for staring so long and focused back onto your work. You were so afraid to look back up that you didn’t notice him come up to your small table, admiring your work. 

“That’s really good.” He pointed at your sketch. “Is that alright if I join you?” He peered down at you smiling, little crinkles appearing around his eyes. 

“Uh, yeah sure. Oh, and uh, thanks.” You were fumbling on your words as the man sat down across from you. 

“I’m Steve, by the way.” He offered you his hand. 

“I’m F/N, nice to meet you.” You took it, shaking it lightly, the calluses on his palm brushing up against the back of your hand. 

“That’s a beautiful name, F/N.” You let go of his hand, your face becoming warmer as you blushed. “I really like that sketch, by the way. Are you an artist?” His face lit up, his eyes seemed to become a little brighter. 

“I guess you could say so, not much to make a living off of though.” You chuckled, suddenly feeling much more comfortable with him. 

“I used to sketch a lot too.” 

“Why’d you stop?” You blurted out as you curiously peered into his eyes, the bright blue fading to a blue-green. You could tell there was a something there, something to say that he couldn’t say out loud. 

“Well, uh… you see, hm, it’s a long story actua-” He was cut off by your insisting voice. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” A sympathetic and kind smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. “I totally understand.”

“Th-thank you.” He gave you a quick glance from under his hat, his fingers twiddling with his mug. Now that he was up close, you realized how good looking he actually was. His smile had made you weak in the knees, and he gave you butterflies for some odd reason. Nobody had ever made you feel that way before. You were trying to find words to begin a conversation to steer away from the awkwardness. 

“Do you live around here?” You raised you eyebrows, twirling the pencil in between your fingers. 

“Actually, I do. I live down a couple streets, more towards the city. What about you?” 

“Yeah, just around the corner. It’s small, but it’s cute.” You shrugged your shoulders, tilting your head as you flitted your eyes from the paper to him. You looked at the clock. Your eyes went wide with shock and your jaw dropped. “Oh, shit. I’m going to be late for work.” You gathered your things, quickly standing up. 

“Oh, okay. Well, it was nice talking to you. I hope I see you here again.” He stood up with you, flashing that grin, making you blush. 

“Me too.” You gave him a wink, brushing his hand with yours as you walked out of the coffee shop, swaying your hips just a little bit more than usual. He watched you disappear around the corner, a stupid, goofy smirk plastered on his face. 

He sat back down and took a sip of his coffee. He saw that you left your sketch on the table and picked it up. The tree you penciled wasn’t completely finished, but he could see that you were talented. His eyes shifted across the paper, admiring every line and shading job you had done. He glanced over the corner, passing it by and moving on to another part of the sketch. Steve took a double take and realized you had written something there. 

Call me sometime, yeah? :)

(342) 555-9736

He smiled to himself, figuring that’s why you had winked at him. Finishing his coffee, he folded the paper nicely, slipping it into his pocket. 

The bell on the door jingled as he stepped outside, the warm breeze brushing against his face. Somehow everything seemed to be different when he left that coffee shop. The sky seemed bluer, the flowers smelled sweeter, and he felt a lot more light-hearted. As he walked down the sidewalk, he patted the paper in his pocket, telling himself that he had to see you again. He wanted to see your beautiful E/C eyes looking into his again. 

I’m going to call her. I have to. 

Hey, lovelies. I hope you had a nice afternoon and evening, because honestly my day wasn’t amazing. But, that’s okay because I got to come home and write some more and eat ice cream and cookies. Just look at this social life I have, right? Anyways, I’ll have the second chapter tomorrow evening with hopefully a one shot in the early afternoon. I love you all, remember that you’re a beautiful person who deserves the world and so much more. xoxo



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‣ dealing with failure
‣ comparing yourself too much?
‣ “stop telling yourself that the grass is greener on the other side, because it’s not. It is greener where you water it. so take control of your life and start watering your own pastures and grow your own greener grasses.”

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illustrated pep talks


Name: Merry Christmas.
Pairing: Mycroft x reader, Sherlock, the senior Holmes
Comment: the reader is invited to have the dinner with the Holmes family, as they learn that she is Mycroft’s girlfriend.

“Thank you for coming, Y/N,” Mycroft tells you, as he parks the car in front of his parents’ house. “You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did!” you smile and notice that he is unusually serious. “Is something wrong?”

“No… Yeah,” he rubs his forehead and sighs, staring at the wheel. “I never brought… a girl home. I never went through that with my parents,” you grin and gently take his hand, surprised to see the strong and all-mighty British Government so worried about how his parents will greet his girlfriend. Mycroft squeezes your hand and takes the keys, prepared to leave.

“Hey,” you hold him inside and smile. “It will be fine. Even Sherlock gave up on trying to break us up. We will be great,” Mycroft smiles and nods, as you walk up to the house and you knock on the door. A second later, Mrs. Holmes opens the door and shines a happy smile at you.

“Mycroft, dear!” she leans forward and quickly kisses him on the cheek, then turns to you. “You must be Y/N,” you nod shyly, and she pulls you in a hug. “It’s marvelous to finally meet you, dear!”

“I am glad to meet you, Mrs. Holmes.”

“Oh, Y/N, keep the Mrs for Mycroft’s office. Just call me Wanda,” you nod and walk in after Mycroft, as he takes his coat off and helps you with yours, as his mother pulls you in the living room. “Thomas, our son’s girl is here. It’s Y/N.”

“Oh,” Mr. Holmes stands up, leaving his newspaper on the table, and shakes your hand, then pulls you in a warm hug. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Mr…”

“Thomas. Just Thomas. Mycroft,” Thomas turns to Mycroft, as he walks in, holding the bags with the presents. “Mycroft, why didn’t you bring Y/N here before?”

“I didn’t have her before,” Mycroft smiles softly, as his mother takes the bags to leave them under the tree, and sits down in the chair close to the dining table.

“You are such a sweet couple,” his mother proclaims, as you blush, and Mycroft rolls his eyes, yet he does take your hand and makes you sit down next to him. You have noticed that he may be hiding your relationship from the people, but Mycroft has never said no to holding your hand when he is resting because he knows how much you like it.

“Thank you, mother. Has Sherlock arrived?”

“He said he may be late,” Wanda answers, sitting in the opposite chair and smiling at you. “So, Y/N, how did you meet?”


“Come on, Mikey, I know that you will never tell me anything about her,” you grin and turn in the chair to face Wanda.

“It’s not a problem, really. We met when Mycroft was looking for Sherlock. And he was looking for John. And John was with me in the museum. We’ve been friends for quite some time now… Do they followed each other and, while Sherlock and John were arguing, Mycroft was talking to me. And then… Well…”

“Then we’re here. That’s the story,” Mycroft finishes the story, trying to avoid the sentimental discussion of ‘oh, such a sweet story’. “Mother, don’t we have something to discuss?”

“I am so happy to have both of you here!”

“Am I happy too? I haven’t checked,” Mycroft asks, and you grin, looking away.

“Oh, Mikey…”

“Mother, my name is Mycroft! Please, call me that.”

“I call you Mike,” you tell him quietly, and Wanda laughs quietly.

“Because you asked and were allowed to,” he answers, gently stroking your hand. 

“Special privileges?” asks Wanda, and you blush, realizing that the Mycroft everyone knows is too different from your Mycroft, the sensitive and passionate man.

“Totally,” claims Sherlock, as he storms in the room, holding the presents in one hand (probably prepared by John). “Mom, dad. Brother, Y/N.”

“John, dear!” Mrs. Holmes leaves the room to greet John, who is taking his jacket off in the hall. “Merry Christmas.”

“Yes, Merry, merry Christmas,” Mycroft mumbles, and you giggle, realizing that the one reason why Mycroft doesn’t like the family dinners is the overwhelming amount of the emotions and feelings that he is not 100% about how to respond to.