damn you and your existence

  • Three Dog: knows everything youve done, has an organisation of spies to watch your every move even with crumbling infrastructure, nothing happens in the capital wasteland without him knowing about it
  • Travis "Lonely" Miles: receives stories of your travels through random eye witnesses with many gaps of information. not the best source of news but he does his best
  • Mr New Vegas: has no god damn clue you exist, every time he reports on you youre an unknown civilian. you kill ceasar and hes got no clue who did it
please know…
your existence is crucial.
you are every damn tornado and flower mixed together.
you are elusively beautiful.
and you deserve the world and the back.
so please have hope and don’t let go.
you will be okay.
—  h o p e., httpsraniasvibess

If you want my attention, then you damn well better prove to me why I should spare you two seconds. Your existence in my space guarantees you nothing from me but my desire to get you out of my way.

Painfully Average Pt. 1 (Mingyu)

Painfully Average: Part 1 || Part 2

Genre: Fluff, Angst (?)

Synopsis: When you have two painfully conventionally beautiful best friends. It makes you look painfully average. Would your heartbreakingly gorgeous crush notice you when you’re this average?

Authors note: I don’t own anything but the plot (BUT I WOULD OWN MINGYU IN AN ATTOSECOND IF I COULD) the picture also doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to INSOMNIA. YOU, MY BEAUTIFUL READER, IS THE OPTIMUM OF BEAUTY AND DONT LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. I haven’t edited it yet. The story was supposed to be the point of “I or mine” but decided to do it as you halfway so there might be a few mistakes.

When you have two gorgeous best friends it’s hard to believe you’re on their level. It’s like that movie, the DUFF, I guess it seems like you’re the designated ugly fat friend. Yaerin and Yua are twins who are conventional beauties the long hair, big eyes, slender and tall figures. Basically, they look like dolls and here you are left to feel painfully average. 

To make matters worse it’s like your school, is the congregation of all the good looking and pretty people. It’s like everyone’s ready to pop out from a manga or have a photo shoot in a magazine. You’re pretty sure some of them already have. 

To make matters even sadder your crush is the one and only Kim Mingyu. Unlike some other girls, you’ve known Mingyu since kindergarten, knowing him even longer than Yaerin and Yua but you’re pretty damn sure he doesn’t know you exist or the fact that he’s your neighbor and that his room is in front of yours. 

You guess you’re an average girl appearance wise, thankfully you do a good job academically always in the top 3 of the school. You knew that the school dance was coming and that it’s in 3 months, you’re pretty sure no one besides the teachers and Yaerin and Yua knows of your existence in school. 

You get to school early, going straight to your locker and grabbing the books you needed for the day. Checking the time and seeing that it’s only 7:00 meaning you have an hour and 30 minutes before class starts. Walking back towards class was a pain if you arrived 30 minutes before, the halls would be filled with girls screaming their heads off as they watch the boys comes in. It’s a pretty hilarious sight but a really big hassle so you opt to wake up and arrive early. Besides, you can just sleep before class starts. 

Going back to your seat after arranging your books, you take your routine one hour nap. When you woke up though there was a surprise, a carton of strawberry milk and custard bun were on the table. It surprised you but you figured Yua or Yaerin came in and left it there. You were just going to ask them about it later because they weren’t in the same class as you.

Smiling to yourself and happily indulging in your strawberry milk and custard bun. You were pretty happy that they left it there for you since you didn’t get to eat breakfast today since the fridge was empty and you forgot to go grocery shopping. Your mom and dad weren’t around often cause they were always on business trips but they loved you and always made sure to call send you money so that you wouldn’t starve yourself to death.

The class was boring as always the only thing that made it better was sneaking peeks at Mingyu while your teacher lectured the class on the importance of knowing something along the lines of biology. He was there as perfect as ever, with his perfect hair and face. He was honestly one of the reasons you came to school. Your little viewing session had to come to an end when the bell rang signaling lunch time.

You happily greeted Yua and Yaerin as you sat down with your tray of food. You thanked them for leaving the milk and bread while explaining to them that you forgot to go grocery shopping again. You were surprised when you looked up them to find them staring at you like they had no idea what you were talking about.

“What milk and bread? We were late today. We texted you…” was what Yua said. Okay, so this was surprising since this has NEVER happened to you before.

“Well, if it wasn’t you or Yaerin then who?” was your reply to them. As soon as you said that Yaerin and Yua let out an excited scream. “OH MAH GOSH MY CHILD HAS A SECRET ADMIRER!!!!” was what Yaerin said as she and Yua proceeded to squish the living daylights out of you with a nearly bone-crushing hug.

Little did you know a few tables away there was someone smiling to himself as he whispered “I’m glad that made you happy”

Bet Your Ass

Contribution @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Negan challenge.   I know I am two weeks late (eek!)  I really did have some major health problems though.  Thank you for being understanding! 

I did an Anal story

Warnings:  Smutty, smut smut smut.  Dub-Con (More reluctance than anything else tho), Anal (Obv),

Pairing:  Negan/OFC

Words:  4700

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                    “I win.”  The two words spewed out of the man’s mouth all night. 

                You tossed your cards down and went to stand up from the table as he pulled in all his chips.   

                “Quitting so soon?” Negan raised an eyebrow and looked away from his haul.   

                “Quitting?’  You scoffed.  “I don’t have anything left to bet. You won it all.” 

                You signaled to the three other men who were standing away from the table.  Even though you lost it all you were proud of coming in second tonight.  Negan was either the best bluffer in the world or the luckiest damn poker player who ever existed.  

                “A lady like you with your charms…I’m sure you’ve got something that would entice me to throw down.”  Negan gives you that billion dollar grin and you roll your eyes.  

                “I think one of your wives can take care of that for you.”  There is no playfulness in your voice as you walk away from the table. 

                “What a shame Y/N.” Negan’s voice gives you pause. “I never took you for a chicken.” 

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lovetheloveless  asked:

I just found your blog and damn I'm glad you exist. Could you explain the one with the "now is a good time...good luck"?

Thank you very much!

I’ve been planning on starting a series. I haven’t been able to move forward with it for a long time. 

That one was a concept I drew when I was putting together a small portfolio. The main character had smuggled a couple to earth and asks for payment.

It’s not gonna be my usual silly stuff but I hope to start putting it out soon.

I Need Your Help (End)

Summary: Bucky gets an invitation to a family friends wedding and it turns out that his ex girlfriend will be attending as well. Panicked at the thought of seeing her, he asks you, his best friend to attend the wedding with him as his girlfriend in attempts to show his ex that he’s moved on.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 40s Bucky, swearing, angst

A/N: I think this will be the end.

“Thanks for the milkshake, Steve.” you smile as you both walk back up to your apartments.

“No problem, I had fun hanging out with you.” he replies. The both of you stand in the middle of the hallway as you talked.

“Me too.” you reply. “Well I guess I should get going. Talk to you tomorrow?”

Steve smiles. “Definitely.”

You both hug then part ways, Steve going to his apartment and you going to yours. Before you unlock your door, you turn back to Steve.

“Hey Steve.” you call, grabbing his attention.

“Yeah?” he says just as he pushed his door open. Steve turns to face you with a questioning look.

“If you ever need a place to crash, I’m just across the hall.” you tell him and a smile breaks out on his face.

“Thanks.” he nods his head. You turn back to your door, unlocking it and stepping in with a sigh. As you focused on unzipping your jacket, another voice startles you.

“Did you have fun?” he speaks and you jump, hitting the door.

“Bucky.” you breathe, placing your hand over your beating heart. “You scared the shit out of me, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

Bucky shifts from his spot on your couch into a more comfortable position before pulling out a pair of keys from his pocket.

“We gave each other a spare key to our apartments in case of an emergency, remember?” he responds and you nod, remembering the day. “Did you have fun?” he repeats, taking you away from your thoughts.

“What?” you were confused about this whole situation.

“With Steve.” he clarifies and you notice how his eyes got a bit darker as he spoke his friends name. Was he jealous?

“How did you know I was with Steve?” you question as you made your way over to him.

“I got back a couple of hours ago and decided to take a stroll around here and ended up in front of the little diner around the corner and saw you two laughing and talking and having a grand ol’ time.” he says calmly. Almost too calm. It scared you. “Didn’t know you had a thing for scrawny men.”

You glared at him. “And I didn’t know you had a thing for ex girlfriends who cheat on you.” Bucky’s eyes widen at your words before acting like he wasn’t fazed by them.

“Okay, I deserved that.” he nods, looking anywhere but you.

“What are you doing here, Buck?” you sigh as you run your fingers through your hair.

You turn around, heading into your room to put your things down. Bucky follows you.

“I came to make things right with you but it looks as though you’ve already moved on.” he says and you know he’s referring to Steve.

“You’re unbelievable, James.” you scoff, rolling your eyes at the tall idiot in front of you.

“Me? Unbelievable?”  he repeats. “No. The unbelievable one is Steve. He knew just how I felt about you but here he is sweeping you off your god damn feet like I don’t exist. Like I didn’t spend the last year talking about how much I liked you.”

“Steve didn’t do anything wrong.” you tell him.

“Bullshit, he’s trying to take you away from me.” Bucky snaps.

“No he’s not.” you sigh.

“Then what exactly happened? Because to everyone else it probably seemed like you two were on a date.” he crosses his arms over his chest and you let out a laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“You.” you giggle at the man who was pouting at you. “Nothing happened with Steve, Bucky.”

“Then what did happen.” he says and you sit down on your bed.

“Steve came by looking for you but I told him you must have stayed at your parents house then he asked me if I wanted to go get something to drink and I said yes.” Bucky’s hard look stayed on his face as you continued to explain everything. “While we were there he told me that it was just a friend thing because he could never hurt you like that and I agreed because I like you and not Steve.”

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief. “He was just keeping me company.” you add.

“You still like me?” he questions and you roll your eyes again.

“Is that all you got from that whole thing?” you question him and he just smiles. “Yes, I still like you. I shouldn’t because you’re an asshole but I do.”

“This is great.” Bucky takes a deep breath before joining you on your bed. “I want to explain everything to you. Will you please let me?”

You think for a moment. “Go ahead.”

“Okay.” Bucky breathes. “Where do I start?” he asks himself but you answer for him.

“Start with Carolyn and your feelings for her.” you say and he nods, folding his hands in his lap.

“I don’t like Carolyn anymore. I don’t love her, I have no feelings for her what so ever. She was just using me for a quick fuck while I was back in Brooklyn because she knew I’d be up for it. I’ll admit, when we first got there I still had feelings for her I mean she was my first love. I thought we’d still be together to this day.” he says. “I wasn’t thinking when I was with Carolyn. But when I saw you the night of the wedding, crying, I knew I fucked up. I knew I had to make things right with you.”

“After you left the party I sat outside on the bench trying to figure my shit out and then Carolyn came out and sat next to me. We talked - well, more like argued about things and I had come to the realization that she’s no good for me. Never has been. I don’t know why I was still stuck on her. I don’t even know why I thought she’d still have feelings for me after all those years.” Bucky shakes his head and you scoot next to him, hugging him.

“You thought you were in love, Bucky.” you simply say and you can hear him sob softly.

“She was using me, Y/N. She was gonna lead me to believe she still had feelings for me then drop me right before I had to come back home.” he cries and you hug him tighter.

“Can I tell you something?” you look up at him and he nods. “You’re stupid.”

Bucky lets out a chuckle. “I know.”

You bring your hand up and wipe away his tears that had fallen from his eyes.

“Why didn’t you come home right away?” you ask him, still holding him close to you.

“I wanted to give you space.” he replied and you nod your head. “I’m so sorry for hurting you Y/N. That was never my intentions. I just thought Carolyn was what I needed but you,” he looks at you in a loving way, “you are what I want.”

You blush, pushing him away. “Stop being cheesy, Bucky. It doesn’t suit you.”

Bucky laughs and gathers you back in his arms. He leans back, allowing you two to fall back on your bed and he smiles at you.

“I guess I can forgive you.” you sigh dramatically. “On one condition.”

“And what’s that?” he questions.

“No more seeing Carolyn.” you say and he nods.

“Done. Already told her I want nothing to do with her. According to my sister she’s been whoring around. Her words, not mine.” Bucky tells you.

“Good thing for you, I don’t whore around.” you smile and he pulls you closer to him.

“You can whore around with me.” he chuckles and you playfully roll your eyes.

“I’m not the whore in this relationship, you are.” you respond and his smile gets bigger.

“Relationship, eh?” he smirks.

“I meant friendship relationship, Bucky, Jeez don’t get your hopes up.” you tell him and he frowns, causing you to laugh.

“Don’t play like that.” he pokes your side and you cup his face in your hands.

“Sorry Buck.” you smile. He looks into your eyes for a moment before they flicker down to your lips.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if it means I get to hold you in my arms forever.” he murmurs softly as his nose touches yours.

Bucky began to lean in for a kiss but you quickly back away. “One more thing, stop kicking Steve out of the apartment every time you bring a girl over because I will kick your ass.”

Bucky laughs. “Oh baby I won’t have to bring girls over for the night because you’re right across from me. I’ll just come to you.” he says, trailing his index finger down your neck, stopping at the top of your shirt. His eyes go back up to yours and his left arm pulls you to him. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to kiss my girlfriend properly.”

“Girlfriend eh?” you smirk and Bucky playfully rolls his eyes at you.

“Shut up and kiss me.” he says and you nod, closing the gap between the two of you.

A/N: This was shit, my bad, I’m just really tired. Welp it’s over! If you have any ideas/requests send ‘em in and I’ll try my best.


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A New Kind of Greeting

“ Person A drops their wallet at a store or whatever. Person B sees and is too awkward to try to tell Person A so they try sliding it back into Person As back pocket. (Accidental butt touching may occur) “- credit of prompt to http://downwithwritersblock.tumblr.com/  .

         You  might not have seen it if you weren’t already ogling the guy in the cereal aisle but as fate will have it you did see the man’s wallet fall out of his back pocket as he rose from his crouched position holding his box of cereal. You opened your mouth to tell him but he turned the corner with his cart and you lost your nerve. Looking around to see if anyone else saw and would grab it, you hesitated but then scurried over to pick it up.

    It was just your ordinary wallet- worn out black leather wrinkled at the sides and a piece of black duct tape wrapped around the corner. Biting your lip, you took a quick glance to see if anyone witnessed you picking it up, then opened the wallet only to feel sort of shameful of invading this man’s personal stuff and snapped it shut. You tapped it against your hand thinking of how you were going to give it back as you were never really that good with what to do in situations like this especially with a guy who looked like that. You picked up your basket and decided to check if he was at least still in the store. Thinking maybe you could give it to the manager or a cashier to hand it over to him, you changed course to the checkouts.

        You were walking through the fruits and vegetables section of the store when you saw him. His hair was tied back in a messy low bun with a Yankees cap pulled over it. He was in jeans and a zip up that was fitted enough to show off his thick arms leaving little doubt that he worked out.  It was nothing fancy but he still pulled at you with an attraction you’ve never had before. And you only saw the back of him! He was leaning over some apples, reaching for the freshest ones when you saw your opportunity. Without giving it much thought you snuck over behind him, holding his wallet by the edges so you could easily slip it in his back pocket without him noticing. 

       You got this. Please god don’t turn around. You got this. You got this. I’m not an ass kind of women but hot damn- focus! You got this. Channel your non-existent Ninja-like stealth.You continued to repeat this to yourself as you leaned over and slid the edge in when all of a sudden the man reared back faster than you could retreat. In your life’s usual fashion, of course it couldn’t not get worse-no of course not because as he reared back in the process of you trying to slide the wallet back, the wallet bounced out of your hand but your hand continued its journey in the pocket. So to sum up, you did not succeed in returning the wallet but you had ended up cupping his ass (firm and as great as it may be) through his back pocket.

         Your mouth dropped in horror as you both stilled for a second in the shock. Then returned to your senses, you yanked your hand out as fast as you could. The man turned around. You nearly passed out when he did. He was gorgeous. You were right with the guess that he worked out after getting the full look of him. He was broad-shouldered and just…large. He had a five-o-clock shadow which only added to his rugged and casual look. On top of it all he had the most intense blue eyes you’ve ever seen…eyes that were looking right at you with an eyebrow raised in shock and confusion. His sinful looking mouth was open to yell but changed to an amused smirk at your horrified expression.

“Is that how people greet each other now?”

     Flustered at his deep voice that sent a shiver down your spine, you just burst out with, “WALLET!”

     His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. You reached over to swipe the wallet from the floor and handed it to him. “You dropped this when you got your cereal. Fell on the floor and assumed you needed because who doesn’t need their wallet? But you walked away and I was going to give it to the manager but I saw you…” you gestured almost wildly to the fruit in his hand, “with the apples. Good choice with the apples, real health nut are ya? I mean of course you are look at you, I mean huh wow good job! Stop talking now, Y/N. Okaay.” You said that last part to yourself as you were making the situation worse for yourself.

      Thankfully, he looked more amused than angry as he plucked the wallet from your hand. He mouth was wobbling in an attempt not to laugh as he looked at you. “Uh, thank you for returning it. Yes, people do need their wallets and no, I am not a health nut hate to disappoint you. I don’t even like apples really.” He shrugged as he tossed the apples in his cart next to him.

“Why buy them then?” You surprised yourself that you had pulled it together enough to form a normal sentence in response.

“Because apparently when I do, a cute Doll like yourself will come over and grab my ass.” He said cheekily, eyes twinkling with laughter.  

“Oh my god. So sorry again!” You smacked a hand over your face in embarrassment, feeling your cheeks heat like a goddamn furnace.  

“Are you a health nut?”

“I should be but no. I mean does pizza or Chinese food count as healthy?” You pointed your cart with oven pizzas and ingredients for stir-fry you were going to attempt with a recipe you found online. He huffed a laugh, “No, don’t think so.”

“Well, damn. Maybe I should grab a few apples then.” You laughed reaching for one to throw in your cart when his hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you mid-reach. You looked him a little startled and in all honesty a teeny bit turned on when you realized how warm and big his hand was.

“How about instead of torturing ourselves why don’t we grab some pizza from that restaurant a block from here?”

      Not expecting that, you smiled and said without any hesitation, “Sure…uhm..” He neglected to tell you his name. Catching your drift, he said, “Bucky Barnes.” Bucky. You liked it.

“Okay then, Bucky.”

       He grinned which sent a flutter through my chest, “Perfect. Meet you in 20?” You nodded. Picking up your basket to quickly check out your stuff, you heard him say from behind you. “Can’t wait to greet you.”You turned to see him admiring your ass and instead of feeling offended, you called back to him with a flirty voice you didn’t know you had, “I’ll be sure to drop my wallet.”  

Voices || Namjoon

 A/N: Oh gosh I just watched a new episode of Teen Wolf and something came over me and then this happened and I’m thinking about Theo and I’m really hungry and I’m confused and I just don’t even know  


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         He was new.

           That should’ve been enough to keep you away, but as soon as he waltzed into your class on that Tuesday afternoon, his entire presence captured you. It was like some odd, supernatural force got the best of you and made you look up from your notes and meet his eyes as he stood in the front and introduced himself.

           His name was Namjoon, and he said it with the slyest smirk on his face. It sent chills down your spine.

           To your surprising disappointment, Namjoon took a seat in the front, while you remained in the back. Still, you could feel him whenever you looked away or attempted to pay attention to the teacher’s lectures. As soon as he stepped in, he was your main focus, and nothing else pulled you out of the trance. Not even the sound of the bell ringing, or the feeling of your best friend slapping your arm.

           “Hey!” she exclaimed, waving her hands in front of your face. “Hello? We’re going to be late for lunch if you don’t stop daydreaming!”

           When you snapped back into reality, you saw that the class was empty. Everyone was gone. Including him.

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Sweaters and Tea (Spencer Reid x Reader)

#13: Staying in on a chilly day

You clenched your eyes against the light flooding the room. Damn that window. Why do windows exist?

You rolled over and pressed your face against the warm human pillow beside you.

A soft chuckle filled your ears, “Not ready for a new day, love?”

You opened one eye to look up at your boyfriend, Spencer Reid.

“Too bright.” you mumbled against his chest before cuddling closer, “And cold.”

Spencer hugged you closer as he hummed, “Well, it’s Sunday, and we don’t have to go to work. How about we just stay in today?”

You nodded against his chest, “That sounds perfect.”


After a few more hours in bed, Spencer managed to drag you into the kitchen. Only by sacrificing one of his sweaters to the holy mission of keeping you warm.

You leaned against a counter as he began making you both a cup of tea.

“Love, can you get me the honey?” he asked as he poured hot water into your mugs.

You nodded as you silently turned to open the cabinet. You handed him the honey and he finished preparing your tea.

After handing you your mug, you both made your way to the couch to read. You pulled the blanket from over the back of the couch to lay it over yourselves. You smiled at him before delving into your book.

After some time, you felt Spencer shifting  on the couch, distracting you from your book. You looked up to find him already staring at you.

“What is it?” you asked, not setting down your book.

“You’re beautiful when you read.” he said bluntly, “You just look so entranced.”

“Then why disturb that?” you grinned, teasing him.

“So I could do this.” he crawled towards you to gently kiss your lips, “I love you.”

“And I love you.” your smile widened as you kissed him again.

Your books feel to the floor, forgotten, for the rest of the afternoon.



So today is this giant squishy meme trash’s birthday. 25, damn Daniel (sorry.)

Anyway, thank you for your existence and all the awesome things you do, congratulations on everything, the tour, the book, everything. 


P.s: Don’t get into trouble in Vegas!!

Bulgeblock - Solkat

a commissioned continuation of this


Ever since that night, you’ve been on edge.  You’re not sore over the whole Terezi debacle anymore; you’ve resigned yourself to your seductive ineptitude.  Sollux’s confession is what’s left you stupefied, standing on the precipice of the unknown.  One wrong move and you’ll fall headlong into… into what?  Sollux has not breathed even one corroborating word since that night.

You don’t like not knowing, and you especially don’t like his flippant attitude toward, well, everything.  

“What if I told you I wanted all of them?”  The question rings through your pan, tormenting you with its ambiguity.  Did he drop that bomb on purpose just to see how you’d react?  Sollux Captor may be the most labile troll on the spectrum, but you’re not about to let him play hop-scotch in your foursquare.

You’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t accept any offer he laid on the table; you’ve always been fascinated with your best friend and the feelings he instills within you.  You thought you hated him when you first met him: this hot shot hacker who can code circles around you blindfolded, who torches you with a few well strung insults.  Mysteriously, he knew how to push your buttons better than even you do, and you took the bait every time he riled you up, too headstrong to be one-upped by some do-nothing  supercilious tech-dork.  You formed a friendly rivalry that consisted of tireless pot shots and tasteless low blows, and all too often the insults ran away with you (along with your treacherous fingers), threats of bodily harm morphing into awkward flirtation right before your eyes.  Sollux called you out on your uncanny ability to turn even the blandest argument weird, and by weird he was referring to the noxious stench of pitch that seemed to pervade every conversation.

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"Are you crying?"

Inner Strength

Fighting hard you did your best to defeat him but you couldn’t. One blow and your sword flew out of your hands and his blade touched your neck. His green eyes gleamed in victory and you felt defeated to the bone. Still you raised your chin and closed off any emotion. 
  “Seems like you are just a girl.” Peter said and the lost boys laughed. You felt daggers poke behind your eyes and you huffed at him before quickly leaving the clearing. You heard Peter Pan laugh with the boys.
It was so unfair. How could they be so strong and good at sword fighting and how could you not? Why did you have to be cursed with this weak gender?
You wiped your cheek only to see a red-skinned girl stand in front of you, brown eyes reading you. You knew her. “Please leave, Tiger Lily, I need to be alone.” You said in a thick voice and damned your whole existence because it sounded a lot like you needed someone with you.
  “Are you crying?” She asked with a slight accent.
You raised your brows at her and pointed to your tear stained face. “What does it look like?”
Tiger Lily raised a hand and lowered it; telling you to calm down. “What is it?” She asked and walked towards you. You were surprised because she wasn’t much of a talker. Neither were you, but somehow you felt like talking for hours.
  “The lost boys keep on saying I’m a girl and that I can’t fight because I’m weak. They treat me like some fragile thing when I’m just as lost and wild as them. But… it’s true… I’m just a girl. I wish I could be strong like a b-”
  “Hold it.” Tiger Lily said sternly. You silenced. “Strength doesn’t have a gender.” She said and looked at you. “Strength comes in many ways. Such as the strength to hold back your anger when you want to lash out. Strength can be seen when all you do is lose but you keep on trying. Peter may be good with a sword but he’s a sore loser. It’s those who lose but get up on their feet with a smile who has won and it is there strength can be seen as clear as day.” She blinked as if she was surprised by her long speech. You had never heard her talk for that long. She cleared her throat and continued. “Strength is something you can find and something you have when you get back up. You aren’t defeated, y/n, now you will rise up even stronger. Peter never learns from his victories against you, but you learn from your losses. Trust me, you’ll win when you need to win.”

And she was right. In a battle against the pirates who had tried to sneak upon the camp your blade stopped sword from cutting Peter’s throat. Your strength pushed back the pirate and your determination was what brought the lost boys to their feet and attack once more. Peter didn’t say anything, but the look in his green eyes were enough. 
Nobody lost or won. But in that moment the boys never commented on gender ever again because they knew, they had lots of things to learn from you. Together you all could win against the pirates and they realized that together with you they were stronger. So no more fights about being better happened again.

Or well they still tried to knock you down but now, confidence seemed to have granted you a good right hand. 

Tiger Lily.

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