1 and 2 kiss prompts combined for Asra and a nb apprentice please? I'm glad i found your blog, I'm loving your writing.
1. Breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths.
2. Moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto a bed
“I woke up three weeks ago and realized that I love you,” they said, Asra’s eyes widening at the confession.
They threw themselves into his arms, mouths meeting in a crushing kiss. Still shocked, he mumbled against fierce lips. “You remember?”
He was terrified. Why? Because it wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to break them, and that… that he could not handle.
They stepped away, a confused look across their perfect face, plump lips deliciously kiss-reddened and parted. “Remember what?”
He took a careful step toward them, realizing his mistake. They loved him, again, without remembering everything that they once had. The knowledge almost floored him.
They looked nervous, hesitant in response to his silence. “Please don’t break my heart,” they whispered, bright eyes fluttering shut, hand clutching their chest.
He shook his head, but they didn’t see. He had to find the words, and quick, lest he lose them forever.
He took a tentative step forward, reaching out to place a finger beneath their chin, tilting their face up to look at him. He exhaled, overwhelmed as their eyes finally met again. “I do. Love you, I mean. You have no ide–”
Before he could finish, they were in his arms again. They covered him, the rush of their lips upon his dizzying. The hard shove of their body pushed him backwards, arms flailing as they crashed against the wall, then to the edge of the bed.
They grabbed at each other, desperate as they twirled in a dizzying circle of push and pull, until they finally found their place upon his mattress.
When my grandparents were 13 queer was a whispered slur and it was unthinkable to be gay, let alone trans. It was just assumed you weren’t.
When my dad was 13 being gay was something you talked about behind closed doors. It was hilarious. It was frowned upon. My dad was assumed to be gay and somehow less of a man because he liked theatre.
When I was 13 I had just learned what it meant to be gay. I had just learned what transgender was. I was scared and lost. It felt like there was nothing for me. There was no proof I wasn’t alone.
My brother is turning 13 soon and he knows about most sexual orientations and has an older sibling that is out as trans/nb. He is openly against homophobia and talking about it with his friends isn’t taboo. He watches cartoons with background gay couples and thinks nothing of it. One of his favorite book characters is genderfluid.
We still have a long way to go, but I think you gotta admit, that is progress.
(it’s long so prepare or scroll really fast if you wanna pass it)
me, 1993, wtf is a gender i wear diapers for god sakes
late 90s, rockin some shades and some crazy sweaters even though i live in FL (still do that to this day)
time jump to… early 2000s, flexin and loving dogs (still doing that to this day wassup somethings never change)
oh wow here comes Middle School™ and the emo phase begins (sadly no pics during the emo phase)
oh shit what up 2008 scene phase yes that is a STAY BRUTAL™ sweater)
then ya boy calmed down a bit and stopped giving a fuck about impressing ppl (idk why I thought being scene was impressive dont ask)
ya boy graduated HS and was free to do whatever to his hair so colors were everywhere but also was the time when his self worth was at his lowest and was dressing and looking how he thought people would want so he could get them to like him (ew right?)
ya boy got his very first mohawk and rocked that shit for a few years
dis is some pics of the year he starts questioning his gender identity and after 6 months of research and “soul searching” decides to start HRT
yo boy is SIX MONTHS ON T !!! and starting to grow facial hair B)
YO BOY IS ONE (1) YR ON T AND JUST HAD TOP SURGERY! but also shaved his head a few months back and feels hella ugly lol
fwd and we are now 1.5 years on T ! Hair is finally coming in and he’s look decent these days.
WHOOOA LONG HAIR WHO DIS!!! YA BOYS TWO (2) YEARS ON T !!! and 1 YR POST OP! Feeling amazing tbh
ooo shit we winding down now yall
ya boy is Two (2) years and 3 months on T and thankful every day that his blood work came back with the all clear to start T, thankful for his support group and friends/family that love and support him (shout out to my sister), thankful for how well he’s transitioned even though it was long and hard on the mental state a lot of the time, he pushed through and came out the other end smiling and happy in his skin. Thankful every day that he can afford to start on HRT, thankful every day for all the support he gets online from kind words to donations that helped afford top surgery + donations I got when he was filing for the name change as well.
I’m posting this in hopes that it helps anyone who needs it. I’m a huge believer in doing things for yourself and making sure your happiness/comfort is always first before someone else’s. I hope it gives inspiration and motivation to those who are scared to transition in fear of what their families will think, in fear of how they will transition, fear of all the nerve wracking things that comes with HRT. Hoping that it shows you, that while HRT isn’t an over night fix, that takes time and a lot of hard days but in the end, you come out on top. It’s still a struggle some days but nothing compared to the days when I was pre-T.
Feel free to message me if you have any questions about HRT with T and I’m happy to answer to the best of my ability!
My name is NIkk and I’m non binary! He/him pronouns =)