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“I always wonder what I look like in your eyes.”

 

Twelve people sat in a big circle playing truth or dare, including you, your best friend, your boyfriend, and his brother. You didn’t really know, or care, who the other eight were. One hundred percent of you was focused on this intense game.

You waited impatiently for someone to ask you a truth or dare. So far, you had only been asked two questions, both by your boyfriend. Do you love me? and How much? Sure, it could be your fault nothing exciting was happening to you. You kept picking truth. I’m picking dare this time.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” One of the other eight asked.

You smirked, “Dare.” Your small group of three gasped, knowing it was so unlike you.

“I dare you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with the boy of your choice.” She looked so proud of herself, probably thinking you would refuse.

You slowly stood, grabbing Ethan’s hand, leading him to an empty bedroom. You shut the door, locking it behind you. Sitting on the bed, you patted the empty spot beside you. Ethan sat, taking hold of your hand. He brought it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss upon the back of your hand.

“What do I look like to you?” You suddenly asked, unaware of how stupid it might have sounded.

Ethan froze, your hand still to his lips, his eyebrows knitting together. “What do you mean?”

“I always wonder what I look like in your eyes.” He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled as he let go of your hand.

“You look like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Like I could stare at you all day and never get tired of the way you look. You’re my favorite thing to look at, Y/n. You look like home.”

You leaned in and attached your lips to his, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck. Both of his hands were planted firmly on your waist as you kissed.

You had never felt more in love with him. More sure that he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You wanted his kisses and hugs. His good days and bad too. You wanted to see his beautiful face every single day until the day you die. You wanted him, and all of him.

“I love you, Y/n.” He mumbled against your lips before pulling away. “Times up.” He frowned. The two of you stood, fingers tangled together. He pulled you into another soft kiss.

“I love you too, baby.” You spent the rest of the night with an enormous grin plastered on your face and his beautiful words replaying over and over in your head.

***

This is really short, but I thought it was cute. I hope you like it!<3

“Will ye grow tired of me, do ye think?” he murmured. “Once we’re settled?”

“I was just wondering the same thing about you.”

“No,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “That I willna, Sassenach.”

“How do you know?” I asked.

“I didn’t,” he pointed out. “Before. We were wed three years, and I wanted ye as much on the last day as the first. More, maybe,” he added softly, thinking, as I was, of the last time we had made love before he sent me through the stones.

I leaned down and kissed him. He tasted clean and fresh, faintly scented with the pungency of sex.

“I did, too.”

“Then dinna trouble yourself about it, Sassenach, and neither will I.”

-Drums of Autumn

Not Dead Yet (Part 33)

*Hee hee hee*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language


Before Peter and I left to grab more supplies I handed Candace off to Devin. She didn’t like that I was leaving her with some stranger but it was riskier taking her with me to another realm. We grabbed a handful of coins from the treasure chest before leaving.

I had to force Peter to go shopping before we went and started having fun. He complied but was groaning behind me the entire time as I picked out new blankets, tarps, cots, clothes, and canteens to replace all the ones we lost. In the end we had to steal a cart just to lug everything.

“I only came because you said we’d have some fun. It’s been three hours now and I’m still bored to death.” Peter grumbled as he pulled the cart alongside me.

“We’re almost done.” I assured him, “We just need candlesticks and matches. Where do you think those are?”

“How should I know?”

“I thought you said you’ve been to this market before.”

“I’ve been to the inn.”

“I’m not gonna say anything.” I rolled my eyes as we walked past a string of vendors. “I take that back, was the whore you shacked up with the last time you were here happen to be the candlemaker’s daughter because I cannot find the shop anywhere.”

I turned around but Peter was gone. “Peter? Peter?”

I spotted our cart near the corner and saw Peter browsing in a shop. There was a woman that looked to be in her late thirties showing him an array of pencil and charcoal sets. “Ahem,” I stepped up behind him, “I thought you were tired of shopping.”

“For dreadfully boring stuff.” He picked up a wooden case filled with pencils, quills, and an ink pot.

“You gonna get it?” I asked, “If you want it then get it. We have enough money.”

“No, just thought I’d look at it. We need more important things.” he set the case back down. “Do you know where the candle shop is?” He asked the lady.

“Down this lane, take a right, it’s next to the flower shop.” the woman explained.

“Thanks.” Peter walked out of the shop and headed in the direction of the candlemaker.

~~~

After Y/N was done buying the supplies Peter and her settled down at the local tavern for her promised drinks. Currently he was trying to show her how to down a shot to hilarious results.

“You are hopeless. You have to shoot it back not nurse it.”

“I tried the first time, it burned my throat.”

“Come on pet, stop being such a princess.” he poured her another shot. “Go.”

“You’re just trying to get me drunk and you should know that no amount of alcohol is going to get what you want from me.” she took the shot a bit easier this time but still coughed. “Can we stop with the shots? I’m just not getting it.”

“You are no fun.”

“I am tons of fun.”

“Prove it. You said we’d celebrate however I wanted and this is how I want to celebrate.”

“Not my words but I did say we celebrate.” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a little wooden box. It was the same one from the parchment shop Peter had looked at earlier. “Consider this a celebratory gift.”

“I told you I didn’t want it.”

“When do I ever listen to you? You treat yourself all the time, this time it’s my turn.” she pushed the case closer, “Take it. You’re gonna need it.”

“Why would I need it? I already copied down the Believer’s face.”

“Not for that. I know you like to draw. No one gets as good as you without practicing a lot. You just don’t because it’s not the kind of activity the others expect you to enjoy. Stop being the fearless Peter Pan and just be you once in awhile.” she handed him a ream of fresh parchment tied neatly together with string.

“I will take this if you chug a mug of mead right now.”

“How about this. You take it, I’ll chug the mead, but you also have to draw me a new picture since Candace burned my last one.”

“Deal. Two meads.” the bartender set two steins in front of them, “You go ahead and start and I’ll get started on this.”

“I am going to hate myself in the morning.”

“Should we get a room?” Peter asked as she started taking gulps of the frothing drink.

“You had better. I’m not going back to Neverland like this.” she grimaced in dismay at the half drunken glass, “Two rooms. I am not sharing a bed with you again.”

“One of these days you will.” Peter took a sip from his own drink.

“Yeah but we won’t be sleeping.” Y/N muttered and Peter choked. He caught the devious smirk on her face as she downed the rest of her mug. “There, now get drawing.”

“As the lady wishes,” He picked up one of the freshly sharpened pencils and set a piece of paper on the bar. What to draw? Last time he had just given her a portrait of herself but seeing as how she was leaning tipsy on the bar that didn’t seem the best muse.

Y/N is a strange one. Without any effort she can worm her way into his mind and make him do whatever she wants. Keep the phoenix that burnt down the camp? Of course you can. Come shopping for supplies for hours when he had more important matters to attend to? Sure. Get some drinks and stay the night but with little to no chance of finally having sex?  Why not!

He knew he had to respect her. Not doing so came with consequences. What he couldn’t stand was how she knew that she had a certain level of control over him. She knew and she stretched it. She crawled and fought her way into not only being his best friend but also his most trusted confidant and second in command finally knocking Felix from his long running position. She had her own little posse that were more her followers than Peter’s anymore. She was dangerous, strong, clever, sly, and confidant. He didn’t want to think what she could do if she knew magic. If he didn’t know any better he’d be scared she might try to overthrow him on the island. His vicious little Lost Girl.

There she sat giggling to herself and stealing sips from his drink. She had brought him out to celebrate and she was getting drunker than him very fast. “Slow down, pet.” he pulled the mead away from her, “You’re gonna make yourself sick.”

“I’m fine,” her words slurred slightly, “You really think I don’t know my limits?”

“The last time you drank this heavily was years ago. You don’t know the meaning of pacing yourself.” he took a long pull from the mug.

“Who’s the fuddy duddy now?” she leaned heavily on him, “I thought you was drawing me something. There’s nothing there.”

Peter stared back at the blank paper. “Just not inspired enough I suppose. Come on Y/N, I think you’ve had enough.”

“No.” she pushed off him and almost fell off the barstool, “I think I want to try another shot. Get me another shot.”

The bartender gave her an amused smile before setting a shot of whiskey in front of her. She picked it up and shot it back as if she was doing it for years. “See? I got this.”

“If you say so.” Peter packed the pencil set and parchment away, “You stay here, I’m gonna go get us a room. Okay?”

“Yes sir.” she gave a salute that threw herself into another round of drunken giggles. He was going to love lording this over her when she was sober again.

“Good girl. No more shots.”

“Fuddy duddy.” she stuck her tongue out at him before stealing his mug again.

Peter left to get the room. He knew better than to leave her alone and got a room with two beds for the night. He also paid off the tab for all the booze Y/N drank. The whole exchange plus a quick check to make sure their cart was still outside in the stables couldn’t have taken more than ten minutes. He grabbed the key to the room and went to collect Y/N.

When he got back to the bar though his Lost Girl wasn’t where he had left her but instead was hanging off some redheaded clotpole in a corner like some common floozy. Without a moment’s warning he tore the guy off her and pushed him away. “Whoa, what’s your problem?” the guy snarked.

“Back off before you do something you’ll regret.” Peter threatened through clenched teeth.

“Petey, what’s the big idea?” Y/N glared at him, “Why you gotta ruin my fun?”

“I am never taking you drinking again.” Peter muttered to himself and pulled her towards the stairs. “Let’s go.”

“No!” she ripped his arm from him and stumbled back into the redhead. “I was having fun with…this guy.”

“Sorry, looks like the lass has made up her mind, Petey.” the idiot mocked.

“Big mistake.” Peter used his magic and the guy’s neck snapped with a sharp crack. The inn fell into silence as they took a moment to process the dead body on the ground. “Upstairs, now!” he growled as he pulled a stunned Y/N up the steps and shoved her into the room. He doubted anyone would come to throw them out unless they wanted to run the risk of getting killed too.

“Way to go. I finally get some attention and you break his neck.” Y/N pouted as she collapsed back on the one bed. “You’re such a prat.”

“I’m the prat?” he snarled, “What the hell were you doing acting like a tramp for? I thought you were too good to let alcohol affect your judgement.”

She rolled her eyes and started to tug off her boots. “So what? You can go off slipping it to other girls but the second I lay eyes on some other boy and you get all jealous? Hypocrite.”

“I ain’t slipping it to other girls and you know that. There’s no reason for you to be looking at any other guys because if you want that kind of attention you just come to me. Got it?”

“Blah, blah, blah,” she chucked a boot at him, “You’re not so special y’know? Really looking what’s the difference between what he was doing and what you do?”

“Well how’s this for comparison?” he crossed the room and pushed her back on the bed. He pinned her arms up by her head before pressing a hungry angry kiss against her mouth. He was half expecting her to throw him off but given her drunken state she instead kissed him back.

Y/N broke her arms free and wrapped them around his neck to pull him closer. She was certainly stronger when she was drunk and a lot more clingy. All of which was fine with him.

She reached to tug off his shirt. “Not yet,” he pulled back away from her, “No need to rush things we have all night, pet.”

“I thought you liked me.” she mumbled.

“I do.” he pulled her up into his lap, “But you have to let me lead this time.”

“Okey dokey,” she ran her hands through his hair.

The heavy stench of alcohol on her breath hit him like a runaway carriage. She is really drunk isn’t she? Like, probably won’t remember most of what’s going on tomorrow level drunk. A part of him, a very loud part, told him to take advantage of this like he had been hoping to. Another very annoying voice told him that if he went through with this she would never forgive him.

“Son of a bitch…” he pushed her back. She gave him a confused look. “Sorry my dear, not tonight.”

“Huh?” she nestled closer into him batting her eyelashes, “Don’t you want me? Cause I want you. I really really want you.” she leaned in to kiss him again.

“I know you do.” he grabbed her wandering hands, “But you are very drunk and in the morning you won’t remember any of this. When we do get to it I want you to be able to remember every second of you giving into me and wanting me. Okay?”

“Boo!” she pushed off his lap and fell on the floor.

“Come here,” he helped her back up and set her on the bed, “Get some sleep.”

She rested back against the bed before the sound of her soft snores assured Peter she was fast asleep. He fell back against the other bed with a sigh. One day he’ll mute that stupid conscience of his for good. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t have a little fun. He looked back at Y/N as a devious thought drifted into his mind.

~~~

Oh sweet lord above. My head is killing me. I sat up slowly feeling like I was gonna be sick. I am never drinking ever again. This has to be a hundred times worse than the last time Peter and I went drinking. At least this time I didn’t do anything embarrassing. Or did I? I can’t remember much of anything.

I squinted against the harsh light streaming in through the window. Where was Peter? I could use a magical hangover cure. “Look who finally woke up.” Peter was sitting at the small desk near the door. “And it certainly is a good morning.” he eyed me hungrily.

“What are you–” I looked to where he was staring and yelped. I pulled the blanket up to cover my bare chest. Why the hell am I naked? “Peter? What happened last night?”

“You don’t know? I would have thought it was a night well worth remembering.” he smirked at me.

“Oh god,” I buried my aching head in my hands, “Did we…?”

“I’ll let you come to your own conclusions.” he reclined back in the chair. “After all last night you wanted me. Really, really, wanted me. Who am I to deny my Lost Girl what she wants?”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” I rolled off the bed.

“Now that’s just harsh.”

“No, I mean I’m actually–” I clasped my hands over my mouth as a wave of nausea swept over me. I threw the window open and heaved over the side. Once the contents of my stomach were gone I sunk down to my knees and pressed my burning face against the cool wooden sill. “Kill me…”

“How about this instead?” he pressed his hands to either side of my head as my hangover started to abate.  “If this was gonna be your reaction I’m glad I didn’t actually go through with it.” Peter tsked.

“What?”

“Y/N, do you actually believe that you and I had sex last night? I know you were pretty far gone but seriously, does anything feel different?”

Now that he mentioned it I didn’t feel any different. At least not in the way losing my virginity should feel I suppose. “But if we didn’t have sex, then why am I naked?”

“Just a bit of fun. I wanted to see how you’d react if you thought we really did the deed.” he dangled my knickers off his finger, “I guess you’ll be wanting these back.”

“You ass!” I snatched them from him as I rushed to put my clothes back on, “You inconceivably obnoxious asshole! Don’t do that!” I proceeded to smack him over the head with my boot.

“Hey! Ouch! Hey–Ow–Quit it!” he grabbed the boot out of my hands. “It was just a joke.”

“Not to me! You don’t joke about that kind of stuff with me!” I shouted at him. “You are so lucky that you didn’t actually go through with it because if you did–”

“You’d chop me into tiny bits and feed me to the wolves?” he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Hate me forever? Never forgive me?”

“Well…yes,” I shrugged, “But most of all I would just be disappointed that you wouldn’t have respected me enough to wait for my sober consent for something like that. I know it’s just sex but I have some self respect. I don’t need your opinion of me lowered any more by giving you an excuse to think of me as nothing more than some drunk common tramp.”

“Y/N,” he sighed with a smile, “If I thought you were just some common tramp last night would have ended much differently. But you are not. You’re my Lost Girl and all that implies. Also I just got you to start talking to me again, why would I risk your wrath by doing something so dimwitted as belittling your value to me?”

“I guess I have trouble remembering that you don’t hate me.” I sat down on the other bed and drew my knees to my chest.

“You aggravate me for sure.” Peter laughed, “You’re annoying and stubborn and nosey and incredibly disrespectful–”

“Does this have an ending anytime soon?” I snapped.

“Almost. You’re also very hot-tempered, reckless, condescending, cocky, but also very kind, thoughtful, protective of your friends, loyal, and intelligent. Also if it wasn’t obvious you are an attractive minx.” I hid my pleased smile behind my knees. He noticed and reached to pull my face from its hiding place. “What I’m trying to say is that all those tiresome and endearing traits of yours are what make you my Lost Girl. You’re my friend, I can detest you but I could never hate you. Not anymore at least.”

I cast my gaze around the room so he couldn’t see how happy his words made me. “I don’t hate you either.” I mumbled under my breath, “I know I say I do but I really don’t. Not even close.”

“I know.” he held my face in his hands pressing my forehead to his, “If there is anything I can do to ease your worrisome little heart that you are not in fact just some floozy to me, name it and it will be done.”

“Anything?” I quirked an eyebrow up at the generous offer.

“Within reason.” he was quick to add.

I let out a small chuckle as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Ironically, I can think of one thing.”


(Part 1) (Previous)

Personal Note

You all probably didn’t really notice, but I have been more absent lately (replies? What? When?). Unfortunately, things have been a little rough, and I don’t really have the energy/time to do much more than keep a bare-boned queue alive.

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I am a new follower. Are you doing the single mom thing? I'm married to a pretty involved partner and only have one child without any special needs- how do you do it all?

Yes, I am doing the single, working mom thing. I just took a new position in hopes of having more work-life balance. My previous position was in the public eye more than I was comfortable with (hello, foster care) and I managed a lot of people which can be and was pretty stressful. New job is intense in a different way and I only have 4 direct reports.

I do it because I have to do it. I want to parent my three and I love my career. Last Thursday, I went from tea with an ambassadors wife in the morning to tucking in my three little ones at night. I love being a single parent 99% of the time. Two of my three kids have complex needs and it can be overwhelming and that’s when I wish I had a partner who was as invested in the kids as me.

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Idk if you're still doing the drabbles but they're all so good wow (trust me to take this time to say that) but can you do a fluffy pearlet one where Jason has a crush on his barista Matt thank you so much lovely xx - Isabelle

Thank you darling!

Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!

Jason had never been a big fan of coffee shops. He was very particular about his coffee: three heaped tea spoons of coffee, one and a quarter tea spoons of sugar and a specific dash of milk that only Jason had mastered. Coffee shops never got it right. Jason would much prefer his own. Until he noticed him.

It started when Jason had an interview and it was held in a coffee shop in downtown Brooklyn. He was early so he went to the counter only to have the most perfect set of blue eyes staring back at him.
‘What can I get for you?’ The guy half-smiled and it was such a gorgeous smile Jason almost forgot where he was. He shook it off and went about explaining to the barista his specific coffee needs. The barista laughed at Jason. ‘I’ll see what I can do.’ He smirked at him. 'What’s the name?’
'Jason. Don’t fuck it up.’ Jason sassed.
'As if I would.’ The barista smirked. Jason waited for his coffee for a little while before the man with the bright blue eyes brought him over a take away cup. He had a septum ring and light hair that was shaved at the sides. Jason found him irresistible. He handed Jason the cup with a small smirk. He’d written Jason’s name on the side but he’d spelt it Jayson. Jason looked at him with a frown.
'Really? Are you an idiot?’ Jason rolled his eyes and the man just smirked.
'Maybe. I am just a barista after all.’ The man winked at him and then turned away.

Jason’s interview went really well and he got the job. His new office was right around the corner from the coffee shop. The coffee had been horrible and that idiot had spelt his name wrong but that idiot was beautiful. So Jason found himself in there on a daily basis on his way to work.
'Oh it’s you with the funny coffee.’ The barista with the bright blue eyes smiled a little.
'And it’s you with the terrible coffee and even worse spelling.’ Jason retorted.
'Explain it to me again, I’ll nail it this time.’ The barista told him and Jason sighed and explained his coffee needs again.
'And its Jason. With no Y.’
'Sure thing.’ The barista winked and went about making Jason’s coffee. This time when he handed the cup over, scrawled on it was 'JaysonwithnoY.’ Jason looked up into the baristas mesmerising eyes.
'Really?’
'I was just following orders.’ The barista once again winked at him and turned away.

This continued for a few weeks. The barista seemed adamant on winding Jason up.
'Jason. Just Jason.’
'Sure thing.’ The barista winked and went to make the coffee.
'And please for the love of god try harder. Your coffee is appalling.’
Minutes later his cup was fought over. Today it read 'Jason. Just Jason.’ Jason wanted to scream.
'Oh my god.’ He muttered under his breath. Sure this guy was hot, hotter than any man Jason had seen in a long time but he was so infuriating. 'Why do I keep coming in here?’ He spoke under his breath as he walked towards the door.
'My charm.’ The barista called after him. Jason just scoffed.

Weeks passed and this routine kept up. The barista would make Jason horrible coffee and write something dumb on Jason’s cup and Jason would throw the coffee away down the street after one sip. He needed to stop going in there but he couldn’t. He needed his daily fix, and he didn’t mean the coffee.

The coffee machine was on the fritz so Jason had to wait longer for his coffee this morning. There as no one else in the shop so he decided to try and make small talk with the barista to pass the time.
'So what’s your name then?’ Jason asked as though he couldn’t care less.
'Matt. Hard to spell wrong on a coffe cup.’ He winked at Jason.
'I thought Jason would be too.’ Jason rolled his eyes. 'Does this place have like a website or something? I want to give it a one star rating. Terrible coffee and employees who are so dumb they can’t spell a five letter word.’
Matt smirked at him but he said nothing. When he handed Jason his coffee he’d drawn five little stars on it and underneath it read, 'Five star customer review. For always brighting my day.’ Jason looked up for Matt, maybe he should apologise for this comment. But Matt was already serving someone else. Jason sipped the coffee as he left, pulled a face and tossed it in the trash can up the road.

More weeks went passed and Matt stopped writing little things on Jason’s cups. Jason thought it was probably his own fault for the way he’d spoken to Matt. It didn’t stop him coming in though. That morning when Matt handed him his coffee Jason stood and took a sip. Three heaped tea spoons of coffee, one and a quarter tea spoons of sugar and a specific dash of milk that only Jason had mastered. It was perfect. He looked up and his eyes met Matt’s and Matt simply shrugged at him before turning to his next customer.

Jason finished his coffee for the first time ever just as he was reaching his office building. He was about to toss the cup when he realised something. The cup had one of those cardboard sleeves on it, the kind designed to stop you burning your hands. Jason never used them, mostly because he usually tossed them away pretty quickly. He frowned to himself as he pulled the sleeve off. Sure enough underneath was a message. There was a phone number and under it, it read: ’Now you know I can actually make decent coffee, how about you call me and I make you some in bed sometime? You spent all this time calling me dumb, but what does that make you when you haven’t realised I’ve been making your stupid coffee wrong on purpose and I’ve been flirting with you for weeks? ;) Matt x’ Jason read the message over and over in his head. Had he really been so slow? He thought Matt was just a beautiful pain in the ass but that was his idea of flirting? He laughed to himself and put the sleeve back on the cup before heading into his office.

After work he had less than five minutes to make it to the coffee shop before it closed. When he got there it was empty, aside from Matt who was bussing a table. Jason pushed the door open.
'We’re closed.’ Matt spoke but then he turned around and saw Jason and he smirked. 'Got my message then?’
Jason didn’t have any words. Instead of speaking he ran at Matt and cupped his face before pressing his lips against his.
'Asshole.’ He spoke into Matt’s lips. 'Fucking asshole.’
Matt laughed and wrapped his arms around Jason, kissing him back. The kiss grew heated but neither of them cared about where they were. Before Jason met Matt he’d been a coffee addict. Now he had a new addiction.

April 26th 1950 “I was doing three shows a night at the Copa, five radio shows a week, benefit performances and recording at the same time. And then I opened at the Capitol Theatre in the daytime towards the end of the engagement. I went out to do the third show at about half post two or a quarter to three in the morning, and I went for a note, and nothing come out … absolutely nothing. just dust. I was never so panic stricken in my whole life. I remember looking at the audience, there was a blizzard outside, about 70 people in the place and they knew something serious had happened There was absolute silence stunning, absolute silence. I looked at them, and they looked at me, and I looked at Skitch Henderson, who was playing the piano. His face was ghastly white. Finally I whispered to the audience, "Good night,” and walked off the floor.“ - Frank Sinatra

Just over three years ago, I was super depressed and extremely gender confused. I had just gotten basically abandoned by my first real partner and first abuser, I had no hope of anything getting better at all.

I had to do something, I gave myself three years to fix my life and be happier. On my abuser’s birthday 2017, if nothing was any better then I was allowed to end it.

I needed to be the real me so I started slowly socially transitioning. Which helped but my parents weren’t accepting.

The friends I met online during this time really helped me so much, that helped me figure out who I was and what I was and were just generally super supportive of me this whole time. @codeawayhaley and @totallyindeterminate have always been super amazing.

Then I found the tumblr trans community and despite it’s flaws, it helped me so much learning about myself and spreading positivity to help me feel like I could do this. @kellanium and @exhausted-trashgoddex probably helped me way more during this time more than both of them realise, they both are great people.

When I started hormones in late 2015 feeling like I finally I read making progress but still being with my parents was killing me mentally.

Secretly transitioning and getting abused for it was not a wise choice but something I had to do.

Then the rest of the year 2016 was pretty much same old shit, I met @catnip-brownies who is a complete sweetheart and I’m lucky to have met them, they really gave me hope that I was valuable and deserved things.

Then in late 2016 my life changed forever to skip a load of triggering bs, I was being abused and it was the worst time of my life.

Luckily @truetrashsoulrebel managed to save my life that night, and got me away from my abusive ex but also my parents and I could finally be me. And will be forever grateful for every she did for me.

Then a few nights after getting away I met my amazing girlfriend @allisbornagain after all the shit, I had stated to lose hope that I could ever be loved or have a healthy relationship with anyone but she’s so lovely and she is so supportive, I feel like I’m recovering so well from everything with her help and love. She’s my Vulpix and I’m so lucky I met her, I love her so much. Better girlfriend than I knew could exist, almost feels like we were supposed to meet and fall in love.

And then being down here allowed me to meet another special girl that I’d known from tumblr for quite a long time, @janes-nature-garden is far more lovely than I could have ever imagined, she’s super supportive and so amazing, I’m so happy that I actually got to meet her. She’s also an amazing girlfriend,that I love so much.

Life may be hard and my past has fucked me up, but thanks to so many amazing people I survived and am happier than ever.

I made it to the date which happens to be today and I have realised I’ve made so much progress, thanks to some lovely amazing people.

In a way meeting all of you saved my life, thank you everyone who is a part of my life, I appreciate every one of you!

‘All The Things You Said’ Chapter 13 is up!

I really interpreted this prompt as a chance to play out miscommunication between them

#5, things you didn’t say at all (from this list)


“You’re being distant, Molly, that’s not like you,” Sherlock told her.

“Me? I’m the distant one, seriously?” Molly argued back.

It had been three months since the Sherrinford incident and though they worked things out about the phone call, things weren’t progressing the way any of them had expected.

“Yes, you barely ever want to spend time with me and I can’t help but think I did something wrong,” Sherlock snapped. “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

“There’s nothing to fix, Sherlock,” Molly admitted. “I—I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me anymore?” Sherlock asked, his tone softer but his voice cracked. He sounded defeated.

“Of course I want you, but—” Molly began.

“Then what’s the problem? I don’t understand, Molly, I can’t read your mind and contrary to popular belief, I cannot deduce the issue,” Sherlock explained. Molly turned her face away from him, gathering her thoughts.

“We never even said it again afterwards,” Molly muttered. Sherlock’s face softened and he took a tentative step towards her, reaching out and waiting for her to accept him. She turned back towards him and allowed him to hold her. “It’s like the words became toxic when Eurus forced them out of us; when I forced it out of you.” She was crying then, no chance of the tears stopping anytime soon.

“Molly,” Sherlock whispered, hugging her closer to him and kissing the top of her head.

“On top of that, I’m terrified of mucking it all up,” she confessed. “I’m afraid of showing you the full extent of my lo—feelings for you. I don’t want you to feel suffocated, so I don’t show affection as much.”

“You could never suffocate me with your affection, Molly. I want—no, I need it. I crave it. Please don’t feel like you have to hold back with me,” Sherlock told her, his tone gentle. “I need you.” He allowed a tear to slip from his own eyes and Molly felt it drop into her hair.

“Really?” Molly cried.

“Yes, of course,” Sherlock confirmed, tilting her head up. He leaned down to press firm kisses to her lips. They hadn’t kissed in at least two weeks because of these lingering fears and Sherlock was going to make sure that Molly knew the full extent of his heart. Each brush of their lips sparked an electricity between them until it seemed they were holding onto each other for support. He tilted his head and parted his lips further, encouraging her to deepen it. As her tongue brushed against his, he lifted her into his arms and she ran her fingers through his onyx curls.

When they broke the kiss to regain their oxygen supply, Sherlock leaned his forehead against hers, blue eyes meeting brown.

“I love you, Molly Hooper,” Sherlock smiled.

“I love you too, Sherlock Holmes,” Molly whispered.

“Are you still scared?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, nuzzling against him. “I feel safe with you.”

“I’m glad,” Sherlock told her. “I never want you to feel afraid of loving me.” He paused a moment. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“I’m sorry for keeping this from you,” Molly apologized.

“Forgive me?” Sherlock asked.

“Always. Forgive me?” Molly asked in return.

“Always,” he answered.


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// art by @cidsin

and the next one! (why do you three have so near to each other? xD WHY?!) 

this time the b-day present goes to @mowwiie !! Hope you will have a nice one!

Rosa was as well one of the first of her characters, I had the fun to interact with. Specially later on with teasing her with Antionne 83

i got tagged by @scoficld n i highkey love doing these things

rules: answer these questions and tag nine people you want to know better

relationship status: single
favourite colour: blue
lipstick or chapstick: lipstick i luv lipstick so much i have this purple lipstick thats rly dark and it makes me look Good
last song i listened to: hard times by paramore lol i’ve had it on repeat since it came out
last movie i watched: beauty and the beast!! the live action one
top favourite tv shows: the flash, legends of tomorrow, supernatural, riverdale, voltron: legendary defender
top three characters: leonard snart, cisco ramon, ray palmer 
top three ships: coldatom, flashvibe, coldflash
books i’m currently reading/rereading: dude i literally haven’t picked up a book since like 10th grade i’m a mess

i tag anyone who wants to do this dude go for it

the three adhd moods
  • can’t do it because im bored and nothing is interesting
  • can’t do it because im overwhelmed and im one slightly dissapointed glance away from crying for the next week
  • can’t do it because this one thing has had my full entire attention for the past three days and i think ive gotten two hours of sleep in that time and my blood has been replaced with coffee
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“My first proper girlfriend, she used to live an hour and a half away on the train, and I worked in a bakery for three years. So I’d finish and sprint to the train station. Later, I’d remember her perfume. Little things. I smell that perfume all the time. I’ll be in a lift or a reception and say to someone, ‘Alien, right?’ And sometimes they’re impressed and sometimes they’re a little creeped out. 'Stop smelling me.’”

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Words: 9.6k

Genre: Smut, angst, dirty talk, dom!Yoongi

There is another gif in the story that describes the moment I was portraying. Ignore Namjoon’s name on it, lol. Anyway, enjoy :) 

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six 

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Jealousy Games 02

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride.

Pairing: JungkookxReaderxJimin

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 6.2k

Index: 01, 02

Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, masturbation, dirty talk, voyeurism. 

A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is. After this chapter, we can officially head into everything @ellieljade and I have planned. You’re not ready, tbh. As always, thank you to Nicole for being my beta and soundboard. 

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anonymous asked:

How do you think aliens would react to human nose bleeds? Or the fact that most of the time human beings dont require medical attention for them?

“Oh shit,” Officer Jones said, drawing Wermng’s attention to them. A gruesome sight met xem – Officer Jones’ face bleeding heavily. Wermng was about to call for a medic when the human next to Officer Jones – Officer Williams – spoke up.

“Oh man, that sucks,” they said conversationally, handing Officer Jones a serviette.

“Yeah, I guess my room was too dry or something,” they replied with a shrug, sounding way too calm for someone who very clearly had a head injury.

“Officer Jones, what medical treatment is necessary to save your life? While Officer Williams have taken actions to help you, I doubt tissue will save your life,” Wermng said, rising to xir full height to be able to move as quickly as possible once an answer had been given.

Officer Jones said something in response, but the words were muffled through the serviette and blood. Fortunately, Officer Williams conveyed the message. “It’s fine, honestly. It’s just a nose bleed.”

“Yes, I realise that their nose is the part that is haemorrhaging heavily, I am trying to ascertain what I can do to be of assistance.”

“No, Wermng, you don’t understand. It’s fine. They’re fine. These things just happen to humans sometimes,” Officer Williams explained, surely in an attempt to make a ‘joke’.

“What for? What beneficial effect could that possibly have?” xe asked.

“Well, none. Like I said, these things just happen sometimes. It’s annoying, but it usually passes pretty quickly,” they said with a shrug. Xe was about to call them out on their joke when xe saw Officer Jones nod – a human sign of agreement.

“And you are going to be fine, Officer Jones?” xe asked, getting another nod.

“Alright,” xe said. “If you’ll just excuse me. I need to have a conversation about updating the humanities guide,” xe explained before leaving the room, queasy by the sight of all that blood. Xe would have to check with another human before having the conversation, but it definitely needed to be included in the guide if it was true.

Xe alerted the nearest medic to their situation regardless.

shinee as starbucks baristas

onew:

  • his nametag says jim (who’s jim??? he doesn’t even know anyone named jim??)
  • taemin: pls stop spinning the mop you make cleanup so much harder than it needs to be and i am wet
  • writes the names wrong all the time, enjoy your latte, brick
  • lowkey (highkey) he looks like he hates his life when not smiling

jonghyun:

  • memorized the entire corporate-approved playlist, singing under his breath while making coffees in an angry mocking way bc they won’t let him change it
  • corporate trying to keep him down but he won’t be broken 
  • wears his visor backwards 
  • when not in work keeps smelling coffee, asks everyone to smell him to see if they smell it too (key: “jong we work at a coffee store ofc we smell like coffee” / jonghyun: “BUT I SHOWERED LIKE THREE TIMES”)

key:

  • arrives to work with starbucks from another location
  • HATES MAKING FRAPPES
  • but literally when his shift starts a group of people always come in and get frappes
  • he’s smiling but his smile is not really a smile you know???
  • had to fend for himself bc onew hid in the closet when he saw that group because he need to “look for coffee beans” so he locked him in for a bit and “forgot how to unlock it”
  • free cake pops tho

minho:

  • cute latte art!!!! it’s not required but he learned how to do it through youtube and sometimes minho-made coffee have cool designs on them
  • after closing time, has flipped a table (╯ㅍ□ㅍ)╯︵ ┻━┻) bc he always wanted to try that
  • it wasn’t as fun as he expected it to be and plus he had to pick it up after which defeated the purpose 
  • lifting competition with jong on who can squat the most bags of coffee beans (they’re both red and sweating and look dumb af)

taemin: 

  • puts too much whip on order, coffee pours out of the sides and he is panicking 
  • honestly he just struggles with that whip cream canister in general 
  • puts mobile order stickers over the starbucks logo 
  • taking shots of espresso on his breaks
  • employee of the month (???????????)
A fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: ANGST, Fluff and soft Smut
Word Count: 19k




He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

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