the longer i look the more upset i get

I’ve been debating with myself about posting this because when I think about it I get very upset and that’s something I’ve been trying to stop. 

The short version - something happened at work, I’ve been signed off for two weeks by the doctor due to mental health, I’m looking for other jobs.

Longer version under the cut

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this last fanfic reading touched my biggest weakness

katie in skirts/dresses


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Imagine Scott is acting really weird and you think he may break up with you, but really he proposes.

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“Just get it over with,” you demand, unable to handle the pity-dinner any longer. Scott looks up at you with a look of bewilderment, causing you to only get more upset as you elaborate, “You didn’t need to cook me a pity-dinner in order to break up with me, Scott. I’d rather you just say it to me and get it over with!”

“Break up with you?” Scott begins, looking utterly shocked. “Why would you think I was going to break up with you?”

“Um, ‘We need to talk,’ doesn’t exactly scream that you’re happy!” you could feel your nose burning with the threat of crying as you reference the text he’d sent to get you here. “Not to mention how distant you’ve been the last couple of days!”

“Distant?” he shakes his head, standing from his seat across the table from you in order to come around and crouch beside your chair, “You’ve got it all wrong. I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t think I could hold out until tonight if I didn’t, without tipping you off!” Scott laughs, making you become even more confused.

“What are you laughing about?” you huff, crossing your arms in worry.

“You! If you had just waited for dessert,” Scott laughs again, running into the kitchen to grab your favorite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor from the fridge before rushing back to your side. He hands it to you with a grin, “Look inside.”

You do as he says, taking the cold pint and opening it, only to gasp at what’s inside. By the time you look back to him from the engagement ring he’s centered on top of the ice cream, he’s getting on one knee, looking completely amused at the fact that you’d thought he was going to break up with you.

You realize you got this all wrong, “Oh, Scott!”

Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito, firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto (Despacito Part 2)

Couldn’t wait any longer! So, here it is… Des-pa-cito Part 2! Honestly, I’ve had this scenario in my head for such a long time! Hope you enjoy!

I squinted as the sunbeams came through the huge windows, rubbing my tired eyes. I automatically reached out for Shawn but the place next to me was empty. I frowned, looking around the room. I heard him before seeing him.

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let me tell you a beautiful gay story for pride month

okay so I have this cousin Celia, right? And Celia is the sweetest person of all time, just the biggest heart of anyone I know. I have always been protective of her as my little cousin but moreso since I found out she was a CSA victim. I loved her and wanted her to be happy more than anything, and it broke my heart to see her grow up struggling with severe depression and an eating disorder. once when we were still teens, I saw her social media profile list her sexuality as bisexual. I mentioned it like “whoa me too!” Because at the time that was how I identified, but she didn’t feel comfortable talking about it, so I never mentioned it again.

Sometime later she starts dating this guy named Jay and… I don’t like Jay. There’s something about him that rubs me the wrong way. He’s one of those white dudes who goes out of their way to be offensive because they think it’s funny and uses the insult “special snowflake” unironically, right? A total dillweed. BUT I concede I don’t know him well. My cousin lives a few States away and everyone seems to like him. So I kind of try to ignore my bad vibes that I’m getting and keep my mouth shut. My cousin was with him for something like seven years so I think hey there must be something about him that makes her happy and that’s what matters to me

So anyway about… A year ago maybe I get this message on Facebook asking me for my advice. Celia tells me about how the second she told Jay about her bisexuality he got really excited and started asking her about girls, whether she found random girls they met attractive. They had sex with a few together but after a while it started to make Celia uncomfortable. She told him this and he ignored it. He started pressuring her to make moves on women when she wasn’t interested. He coerced her into sex on a number of occasions… Suffice it to say, I am livid while reading this and just done with this dude immediately

Then she goes on to tell me about this girl she works with that she’s developed feelings for. She mentioned to Jay that she found her attractive (as he was always encouraging her to do)… And he became angry.

Now I should mention that this girl, Mandy, is super butch. Like… A lot of people think she’s a dude when they look at her. She’s beautiful, but definitely not conforming to social standards of how women “should” look.

So Jay gets really nasty about it. He’s super grossed out and mocks Celia endlessly about it. Celia becomes upset and tries to get him to drop it but he refuses. She starts to realize just how out of touch she and Jay had become, how they had grown apart. She still loves Jay, but he no longer makes her happy. And there’s a part of her that falls more and more for Mandy every day and worries she will miss her chance at happiness if she stays with Jay.

Of course you can imagine what I told her, so I won’t even get into it. She thanks me for my advice and says she still nervous to tell Jay or Mandy how she feels. She doesn’t want to hurt Jay either. Eventually she deletes her Facebook but keeps Instagram. I never mention the situation again because I know she needs to figure things out for herself.

After a while I begin to notice that she no longer posts pictures of Jay on IG. I become curious and cautiously optimistic but again say nothing because I know my cousin and how private she can be.

And sure enough a little while later I start seeing a very cute butch girl appear in her pictures. I am definitely optimistic now! The pictures start becoming more frequent and then really adorably cute and sappy. They are definitely dating.

Fast forward to today and Celia is head over heels for Mandy who seems like a really caring person. By the way she talks, Celia seems genuinely happy for the first time. she and Mandy are an absolutely adorable couple who are wild for each other, and Jay’s miserable butt is nowhere to be seen.

Moral of the story: Happy pride month everybody, gayness is amazing, and please make your neighborhood fetishistic heterosexual white dude miserable today!!!!

Mulder’s Journal

Entry One (Millennium):

Scully,  Dana,

I’ve been sitting here for close to an hour now, just trying to find the words. Trying to figure out how to tell you what I learned today.

And then I remembered. You wrote to me in a journal, once. Maybe it’s fitting that I do the same, now. At the very least, maybe it will help me make sense of things enough in my head that I can tell you out loud. Once I can find the words, then I just have to find the courage to say them.

Unfortunately, that might be the hardest part.

Maybe it’s because I’m not ready to believe it yet, myself. More likely it’s because I can’t bring myself to do anything that might dampen the beautiful light in your eyes. You’ve been through more than enough pain for one lifetime; how could I possibly justify causing you more?

Jesus, you’re not even here and I’m still stalling.

Okay. Here it is in black and white: There’s something wrong with my brain. I’m sick.

The doctors don’t know what it is, but as of today, they know some of the things it’s not. It’s not cancer or an aneurysm. It’s not whatever happened before with the artifact. It’s not multiple sclerosis or Lou Gehrig’s or Alzheimer’s. I should be relieved, but… better the devil you know, right?

So, they don’t know what’s wrong with me. They’re going to do some more tests soon. And I know I should tell you. Hell, if it were you, I’d want to know. When you were sick, before, I hated being in the dark. So I get it, and I’ll tell you. I will. It’s just…

You were so happy this morning. It’s a brand new year, and we wrapped up that case last night (zombies, Scully, we fought actual zombies and won, I just want you to remember that), and then it was so late by the time we got back to my apartment that you actually stayed over. You woke up in my bed this morning, which is undeniably the best way I’ve ever started a new year, and I got to make you breakfast (not bad for a guy with one fully functional arm) and take you back to bed again after. It was too perfect to ruin, to tell you that I had an appointment to get my brain checked out this afternoon. And then after, once I had my laundry list of non-answers… I still don’t know how to break it to you.

I’m a coward, Dana. You’ll be here soon, and I had every intention of telling you tonight, and writing this out was supposed to help, but all it’s done is remind me how beautiful your smile is, how happy you’ve been these past few weeks. I can’t take that away from you. Not yet. Besides, maybe the doctors will have more answers for me after the next appointment. It can wait a little longer.

I’ll tell you soon. I promise. Just not yet.

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Strangers ~ Chapter Nine

Not requested

Genre: Angst

Member: Byun Baekhyun & Zhang Yixing

Summary: (of this series) For the past two years, you and Baekhyun have been dating. But for the past six months, he’s treated you like a stranger. Tight schedules and different careers drive the two of you apart from each other. What happens when you decide you’re no longer happy and enough is enough?

Summary: (of this chapter) Let’s see…a small talk continues with Yixing. A confession from Baekhyun. And…this series might be coming to and end. Might. But there will definitely be an epilogue and bonus chapters babies.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four} {Chapter five} {Chapter six} {Chapter seven} {Chapter eight} {Chapter ten} {Chapter eleven} {Epilogue}

“Thank you.” you say.

“Why are you thanking me?” he asks.

“For being you.” when he hears you say that, he looks back at you. Scooting closer to you, he grabs your cheeks like he did before. Leaning down, he kisses your forehead. Before he pulls away you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug. He tenses once again before giving in and hugging you back, wrapping his large arms around your body.

“Can I get one more thing out?” he asks, his voice partially muffled by your neck.

“Throw it out there.” you say.

“I love you.” he says, and you feel a single drop of his tears roll down your neck.

Like hell Yixing is doing a good job at getting over you.

Why is he telling you this? Why is he making you so emotional? Why is making things worse by saying I love you?

And then it hits you.

He wants to get over you.

He’s tired of loving you. He’s tired of feeling rejected over and over again while you don’t know a thing about what he’s feeling. He’s tired of feeling this way. He’s tired of feeling unloved, unwanted. He’s tired of this, of everything that’s happening between the three of you. He wants to give up.

And then a sudden realization comes to mind.

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more whump inspiration from my life

so y’all know I have really bad insomnia, and my supervisor is like. so upset about it because he can’t function on less than 6-7 hours of sleep and he doesn’t understand how I do.

but the best fuckin thing ever

is that when he can tell I went a whole night without sleep (it takes me longer to focus my eyes, slower to respond, etc) he gives me the most. concerned look ever and asks “you hangin’ in there?” 

and the phrasing destroys me. I get so embarrassed and I’m always just like “yEP LET’S SCIENCE I’M GOOD TO GO”

And today I was rubbing at my eyes with my palm, because I wear contacts and they start to hurt when your eyes are really tired, and he started laughing at me and was like “oh my god, you’re like a child who is so, so tired.” 

Future predictions/Jashi/ending

Well, we’ve come down to the final five and I still say they should’ve made it 13 episodes like the previous seasons but who knows maybe gendy thought it was enough.
Anyway It’s been a friggin’ blast so far, there hasn’t been a dull episode at all. Seeing jacks character going through this drastic chance since we last saw him in the fourth season 12 years ago, he want from hopeful and determined to lost and broken.
So the point of this post is to make predictions on what’s going to happen in the remaining 5 episodes.

Future predictions

Well from what I pretty much guessed since the third episode, I had a hunch that for the final episode there was going to be an all out war between all the people Jack has saved and aku. And seeing the newest episode pretty much confirmed it, when the Scotsman said “we’ll raise up a bigger army” and he’ll find jack. This leads me to believe that he intends Jack to lead them in the revolution to take earth back from aku, honestly it makes sense that it would go down this route. Also seeing the preview for this upcoming episode (6) we see that the woollies have made a return saying “we won’t allow you to hurt the samurai”…here’s a thought what if they’ve been planning this for years all the people that jack has saved and waiting for the right moment to come together and fight (plays godsmacks cover of come together)
My prediction is by end of episode eight we will see it all come together. Like Imagine the Scotsman appearing at the end of the episode saying “Jack you need to come with us laddy” and there’s a whole massive camp of all the people Jack’s saved. He’s like “we’re going war and we need a leader” and episode 9 I would think would mostly be about Jack preparing everybody. I see Jack, ashi and The Scotsman taking lead. Pure bad assness 🤘🏻
Another prediction I have comes from the preview of the upcoming episode. When the woollies say “are you sure she was the one ? Aku’s bounty hunter ?”
Now, this could be a stretch but what if… One of Ashi’s sisters survived the fall off the cliff at the end of episode 3. My guess is the one with the spear, because she was simply thrown off…not like the other one who got punched so hard that her neck literally snapped. What if the sister with the spear survived and continued her hunt looking for jack ? And made a name for herself.
I mean why else with the woollies mistaken ashi for this so called “aku’s bounty hunter” if she didn’t look similar to them. Which in reality all of the sisters were similar in appearance except for their hair styles.
So what if, near the end of the season she makes an appearance and Jack and Ashi have to fight her. I think that would be pretty cool actually.


Now with the way the episodes of been going so far and with the new preview we know it’s coming. It’s just a matter of how fast it’ll progress. I’ve mentioned it in a recent post how the last shot of the preview of her looking up with the rhinestone eyes makes it look more like “she’s developing romantic feelings for him” eyes, not “I need to find my friend” “that’s my dad” eyes. Now that being said I don’t put down the people on Tumblr that see them more as a father/daughter or mentor/Student team but this is just what I see. people also can say that it’s unproven information but it’s the vibe that I feel and I simply see it more as a romantic thing then anything else and given the clues and foreshadowing that we have gotten in the previous episodes….you can see why some of us jashi fans are optimistic about it. There has also been the whole yin and Yang observation going around about how they’re both very similar but very different and can balance each other out. Which honestly makes a whole lot of sense, ashi was raised in the darkness but was brought into the light, while Jack bathed in the light and has descended into darkness, which by the next episode she will definitely save him before he does something he’ll regret and this just proves to me that they are meant for each other.
Anyway I feel like a broken record repeating the same things I’ve said in previous posts and I know there are other tumblers that go into far more detail than I do lol but yeah I’m still going to stand by my prediction and say by the end of episode seven they’re going to kiss, I’m calling it 👍🏻


Well as I’ve said there’s going to be a war between the innocent inhabitants of earth versus Aku and his minions. It’s going to be an epic battle to the finish there will probably be casualties as well. I see the Scotsman taking charge of everyone while Jack and ashi go on ahead to face Aku, I also see the high priestess confronting them with aku and it’ll probably end up being A two on two battle MAYBE (just a prediction) anyway if all of you have seen that one spoiler video that was posted of the “ending” of the series by @burstangelmay
It shows the voice actor of jack and the voice actresses of Ashi and the high priestess in the recording room, showing what looks to be a scene from the final episode. There was a description underneath the video saying during the battle ashi dies, YES I know I’m upset too but there’s more to that. It also says it gives Jack the strength and power to slay Aku for good. Now what I imagine it would happen is that all of the minions and robots that are powered by a Aku would immediately disappear, because if their master is no longer around why should they be right ? I’d imagine after they find out Jack has won and Ashi was killed in battle, we get a pretty emotional scene of her funeral. Then it cuts to a few years later and Jack (who has become king) has come back to the portal that the guardian was keeping safe. I imagine there is a intense fight between the two but Jack ultimately overpowers him and beats him, making him worthy to use the portal and instead of actually going back to his own time
he goes back to that moment before ashi is killed, destroys aku and saves her life. Because of the change in time future jack begins to fade from existence now, because the whole reason of them going back in time was to save ashi and now that she’s alive jack has no reason to use the portal now because he can spend the rest of his life with Ashi happy and they can BOTH rebuild the future together. Gendy did say the ending would “have people bawling” and it makes total sense that this would be the ending. Now I have NO IDEA if the leak was real or not but I’m honestly leaning towards real because it seems like a possible ending and I would be totally satisfied with it. Because jack needs a goddamn happy ending, not a depressing or bittersweet ending…happy ! 😌

I really don’t want this show to end but it would be nice for gendy’s next project they can make a continuation show just called “jack and ashi” and it follows them a few years later. Now I’m not a HUGE fan of next generation type things because it’s super cliché but they have a daughter, The whole series would be jack in Ashi going throughout the world purging the remaining of Aku’s evil. What evil you say ? well his robot in minions may be gone but not the people who worshipped him. What if the cult of aku that raised ashi was still around in hiding preparing a resurgence. Yeah this is a stretch but what if the cult does some necromancer shit and brings back the rest of Ashi’s sisters (assuming they kill the one sister I mentioned) and uses them to kidnap Jack and ashi’s child. That alone is enough motivation to make maybe one or two seasons. You’re probably thinking why would they kidnap of their daughter well what if they needed another child to make seven members of The daughters of Aku again and sacrifice them too resurrect aku. Obviously it wouldn’t be as simple as that because they would have to try and brainwash Jack and ashi’s daughter and they couldn’t use Ashi herself because the evil has been purged from her and is now righteous. Anyway ! I’ve gone on long enough lol

I have no idea who else is going to read this but if you have any predictions and speculations of what will happen or if you agree with me with what I said then talk away cause I’m open to hearing what everyone has to say 😋👍🏻

prompt time. things I've heard this week.

1. And that was the moment I knew
2. How late is late?
3. It’s nothing McDonald’s breakfast can’t fix.
4. Tell me not to worry.
5. What are we friends now?
6. Why can’t you just be honest?
7. Good luck with this mess you’re making.
8. I don’t want to get out of bed.
9. Watch out for that one.
10. That’s what happens when you wear red.
11. Have some self-respect.
12. Please don’t wear that dress.
13. It really hurts.
14. You can always wake me up.
15. I’ll be here, in the shadows…
16. I thought you were still there
17. I’ve had this feeling for a long, long time
18. I can’t replace you.
19. Do you want that back?
20. Get wasted.
21. The cops shut down the party
22. I don’t even know what’s going on.
23. Am I getting warm?
24. I don’t want to fight about this tonight.
25. I’ll tell you why.
26. I want to be used.
27. I’d rather have my heart broken
28. Maybe you should look in the mirror
29. I feel good enough right now
30. Are you ashamed of me?
31. I don’t care for most of it.
32. But you’re all that I want
33. Don’t tell me about him.
34  I don’t want to know.
35. I don’t want to see you with her
36. How many times do I have to tell you ?
37. There’s nothing I can say anymore is there ?
38. You’re here to try and make it all better.
39. Go back to California.
40. Tell me something I don’t know
41. Please stop screaming
42. You never called
43. This feels a lot like hitting a wall
44. You think I’m insane
45. You think I’m making it up
46. I’m never going to put myself through this again .
47. Thanks for letting me in
48. I don’t like that I did that to you
49. It’ll only make you mad
50. They know your name
51. Why are they calling you?
52. Look away, look away
53. It’s all in your mind.
54. I would go with you if you calmed down.
55. It came undone
56. I would do that if you let me.
57. We know better
58. Don’t talk to me about the fucking weather.
59. Let me call you ‘baby’
60. You can call me ‘honeybun’
61. I’m losing sleep
62. I am afraid to be close to you
63 . Where should I begin?
64. I’ll be in the garden
65. Be near me
66. They’ll never get you right
67. No one could stop you
68. I only have my opinion if you want it
69. I’ve been watching you all night
70. He should be scared of you
71. Do you have a curfew?
72. You can’t help me.
73. Between me and you
74. Did you think I’d be happy?
75. The trail went cold.
76. I’ve been worried about the future
77. I didn’t want you to know
78. Follow your heart
79. The heart doesn’t lie
80. I’m watching you be torn apart.
81. It feels worse than being kicked in the ribs.
82. It’s getting in the way.
83. It’s a lot easier to just lie
84. Can you even look me in the eye ?
85. Who am I to get in your way?
86. Would it kill you to talk to me?
87. You’re just pretending it didn’t happen!
88. He’s two years old !
89. I just drove around the park
90. You’re pushing me far, far away
91. I want to hold you for longer
92. The more I think about it, the more upset I get.
93. All you had to do was give a fuck
94. I am on all fours
95. I am just a fucking man
96. I will wait
97. I know you hate me
98. She always comes back
99. Maybe if you understood me
100. Loving you isn’t a choice
101. Don’t pretend you didn’t hear
102. This is a nightmare
103. I’m the victim in all of this
104. I’m going back to the club
105. You’ll find someone, you always do
106. You have sand in your hair.
107. It all comes down to you
108. I thought this would help me
109. You’re never satisfied
110. I feel myself giving up
111. I’ll put on a show for you
112. I wish I could make you laugh.
113. Get your shit together
114. My brain isn’t here
115. Everyone I love is on drugs
116. I want to hurry home to you
117. Nothing is over til it’s over
118. You fell asleep watching TV
119. We were moving and shaking
120. I need air
121. You think that’s all it takes?
122. It gave me a rash
123. I’m stretched so thin
124. I wasn’t looking for anything
125. She’s just an unpleasant person
126. Do you actually think the world revolves around you?
127. Have fun in Mexico without me
128. Do you still want to be here?
129. I know you give a fuck.
130. That’s what he said you said.
131. I’ll come back when I can.
132. Don’t tell anyone you saw me.
133. I did it for you
134. Poor you.
135. Could you be more disinterested?
136. There’s nothing more to talk about
137. I’m not interested
138. Don’t make me block you
139. Give it time
140. I just wanted to see for myself
141. You’re different somehow
142. I give up.
143. That’s why we are going to the beach.
144. Take me with you.
145. I want to put my toes in the ocean.
146. You could give me the world, but you won’t even give me a drawer.
147. Don’t hurt yourself
148. Is it better for you?
149. Your mom never liked me
150. This is when you’re supposed to know.

anonymous asked:

could i have ace's reaction towards a s.o with whom they were talking casually about marriage and stuff and the s.o blurts out that they don't really find weddings that amazing because they've seen more divorces happen than happy marriages throughout her life and she fears that if she ever married the same would happen to her somehow? sorry if its too specific, if you dont want to just ignore this! thanks ^^'

Don’t apologize dear anon ^^ 

  • Ace would kinda get sad at first
  • More of the fact that his s/o has had to seen so many sad things like divorces 
  • He’d probably grab their hands, and then look into their eyes, then pull them into a hug
  • If they needed to go more in depth about it he’d listen, and if they didn’t he’d understand
  • He respects their wishes and can understand their point of view
  • Part of him though wants to be like ‘Hey, but… what if that doesn’t happen? What if we get a happy ending? If I have to wait longer to marry you I will? Because you’re really cool and literally the best person on this planet’
  • He doesn’t say it though; he doesn’t want to upset them
  • Anyways he’ll release them from the hug, and then smile in hope of making them smile
  • He’ll kinda awkwardly scoop them up and spin in circles bc ‘please don’t me sad’
  • He then drags them somewhere else bc they don’t need to worry about that right now
(Peter Pan) Let Us Live - Part 2

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When the boys saw you coming back, they gathered around you and Peter, asking lots of questions after your almost one week disappearance. For the first time in days, the camp seemed alive again, and the Lost Boys, especially the young ones, cheered and laughed at the sight of you two walking among them, apparently safe and sound. You were starving but the hunger didn’t even amount to how tired you felt after a week of barely napping one or two hours a days.
“Off you go!” Peter barked at them, making the boys frown but step out of the way anyway. “We need to rest, enough with all the questions.” His tone was stark and his word final.
He dragged you by the arm to the wooden shack. You were about to snap at him for being so grumpy since you left the bunch of heroes in the middle of the jungle.
“What is your damn problem, Peter?” You shouted when he pushed you inside. After over five hundred years of couple life with him, you’d think he knew better than to mishandle you. “When have you become so hysteric when I’m not around to hold your leash?” You knew you crossed the line by saying that but after a week of being sleep deprived and surrounded by well-intentioned idiots, you were fed up.
The boy turned around to face you, lightnings flashing out of his eyes and his lips brought together in a thin line. From the way he balled up his fists and the way his veins thickened you understood that he was more furious than you had seen him in a while.
“Don’t push your luck, (Y/N),” he warned you, ready to storm off.
“Don’t even think about walking out of here, we’re not done! This is no way of handling things Peter, why did you come? I was fine!”
“Well, I guess I made a mistake then,” he deadpanned, infuriating you furthermore. “It’s not like I had any idea of how you were doing since you didn’t show any sign of being alive during the five last days!”
“I couldn’t do anything, they were watching me around the clock! And maybe I could explain you what happened if you calm down!” You stepped in front of Peter, both of you breathing unevenly and loudly, challenging each other with their stare. You were one foot shorter than him but you were no less fierce and he knew better than to get one your bad side.
After two minutes of fuming inwardly, Peter scoffed and looked away, breaking eye contact with you. You crossed your arms over your chest and turned around, unable to look at him any longer. You never liked fighting with Peter, it was an old thing to you, you had had the time to go over every possible subject of argument in your life and it always ended up in one of you two throwing a tantrum and then apologizing.
“I’m sorry,” you sighed, running a hand in your hair. “I’m not in the mood to fight. I don’t like being away from you either, I missed you.”
There was a second of silence between you two, and suddenly, you felt his chest pressing against your back and his arms looping around your stomach. He pressed a kiss on the back of your head and you closed your eyes, content with the feeling. He withdrew his hands from your waist and moved them to your back to start unlacing your under bust corset. Peter always teased you about your pirate-like clothes, because you always wore thigh high leather boots, a white blouse flowing sleeves and a corset. Funnily enough, it was thanks to those clothes that you met Peter, after sneaking on a ship traveling to Neverland.
When the corset dropped on the floor, you turned around in Peter’s arms. His hands brushed over your naked shoulders, pushing aside your long (H/C) locks.
“What happened (Y/N)?” He asked in a soft voice, making you shiver slightly.
“I was trying to buy some time, they were pretty secretive. When I found them, I told them I was here against my will and I wanted them to help me escape. In exchange I offered to be their guide through the jungle because I knew the island. They were reluctant but also desperate so they agreed, and I joined their quest to save Henry. I led them astray and made them go round and round for three days, and I still had no useful information,” you explained, a bit annoyed with your lack of result in this case. “But then they asked I lead them to Cannibal Cave, they said they were to meet a friend. I took the opportunity to lead to towards the bridge, told them it was the only way. I was kind of hoping one of them wouldn’t make it across – a girl can dream. The Savior almost fell and Snow White immediately flew to her rescue, but she actually fell while trying to help her – she started screaming like a pig, it was a mess.”
“Yeah, we heard it, it made my hair stand on end! I thought it was you,” Peter interrupted and you glared at him, shooting him daggers with your eyes. “I just-” he tried to explain. “I imagined the worse, I knew you wouldn’t be screaming and begging if you were about to die.”
“Anyway,” you brushed it off. “The Savior, she’s got magic, who knew? I couldn’t predict that, but she same Snow White and all of them crossed the bridge safely. It became ugly after that, when we reached their ‘friend’ – how could I guess it was bloody Captain Hook?”
Peter cursed and his eyes darkened, “If I see this bastard again, I will kill him for what he did to you!” He threatened hatefully. His thumb brushed over your open wound on the neck. Although it was minimal, it was still bleeding a bit.
“I’m fine,” you scolded him for being so protective over you. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”
“You should have dropped it,” Peter snapped, still fuming because you got hurt.
“I know it wasn’t the wisest decision, but I needed one last piece of information. I wanted to know how far they’d go to get the boy back. And where Rumpelstiltskin was hiding.”
“How do they intend to leave Neverland?” Peter asked, his curiosity stung.
You huffed mockingly, “Their plan to escape is pathetic, honestly I have no idea how they want to do that. I think they didn’t plan ahead any of this, they just jumped in the lion’s den to get the boy back.”
“Heroes are fueled with hope, they think they can take a shot in the dark and hit the target,” Pan mocked. You were looking away from him, looking rather upset that you didn’t manage to gather more information, especially since you were among them longer than you ever were with anyone else, and worried Peter.
“What else did they do to you?” He suddenly wondered, making you close your eyes.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle, just a bit of the rough side of the hand,” you evasively told him, hoping it was enough to satisfy his curiosity. “Hey!” You shouted when you felt Peter lift up your blouse. It was barely up for a split second but Peter saw the bruises from Hook’s kicks.
“I’m going to kill him,” he said in an emotionless tone. “I’m leaving right now, going back to where we left them and I’ll kill him.”
“How do you know it was Hook?” You asked.
“I didn’t know, but I was going to lash out on him anyway, he deserves it,” Peter stated, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “I’m not allowing you to do that anymore!” He exclaimed. “This little thing of yours is over, no more double agent game.”
“Excuse me?” You snarled, highly displeased with his declaration. If Peter thought he could tell you what to do, maybe it was time to remind him how wrong he was. You never liked putting him back in his right place, because it wounded his ego, but from time to time he believed he had his word to say on what you did. “I’m not asking permission, I’m not one of the Lost Boys, you don’t get to order me around!”
“I know that,” he laughed though there was nothing funny. “I know I’ll have to go against your will and tie you against a tree, but if it’s what it takes to keep you safe, I’ll do it, trust me.”
“If you do that, I’ll make you pay!” You warned him, not joking one bit.
“I’m willing to take the risk if it keeps you from putting yourself in danger!” He defied her, not caring about the murderous glares you were giving him.
“So what? You’ll keep me handcuffed to the bed? Hands tied behind my back? You’ll walk me around with a leash around the neck like a pet?” You snickered. “What a plan! Not letting me do anything besides sleeping and eating! You barely let me do anything before and now you want to take this away from me too?”
“Yes I let you!” Peter argued with you.
“Only because I don’t give you a choice!” You replied, and although he wanted to deny it, he knew you were right. If it was up to him, you’d never even break a fingernail.
“(Y/N),” Peter sighed in defeat, tired of arguing. He couldn’t stand seeing you mad at him, but the need to protect you was too strong to get past it. “I know what you’re capable of. Why do you keep fighting? What are you trying to prove?”
“Nothing, I just like a good rush of adrenaline, and I’m good at it, so why wouldn’t I put my skills to good use?” You asked, legitimately.
“I know!” Peter snapped before repeated, more calmly, “I know… But I also know it take less than a second to kill someone, or hurt them deadly, and I some day it happens to you because I foolishly let you fight front battle, I will never forgive myself.” The teenage boy had trouble keeping his voice even, and he had to look away from her pained eyes to remain straight faced.
“Don’t play mind games with me, Peter, you’re just trying to make me feel guilty. I told you, I’m not one of your little puppets you can play, I’m-”
“My True Love,” he finished, a soft smile adorning his lips as he looked at your expression when the words crossed his lips. It had the immediate effect to shut you up. “Whom I cannot risk losing over a stupid fight.” This made you purse your lips in slight annoyance but Peter resumed before you had a chance to speak up. “Name one time I refused to let you participate,” he dared you. There was a long silence. “See? I can’t refuse you anything, even when I disapprove.”
“But you send Felix or the Lost Boys to watch after me,” you replied, making a point.
“Right,” Peter clicked his tongue. “I almost forgot about this one time,” he laughed. “(Y/N) please, don’t be so harsh on me.”
His exacerbated sense of protectiveness always got to you and you put your hands on his chest, gently rubbing him through the material of his shirt.
“There would be no fun without a little danger. Where’s your sense of adventure?” You whispered seductively, leaning in as the words fell from your wicked tongue. Peter raised his eyebrows in a way a way that meant 'are you seriously turning this against me?’. You sighed at your failed attempt to calm his temper. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not fair to me.”
“Not fair? Sparing you from danger because I love you is not fair?” Peter blinked in astonishment.
"Yes not fair! I never heard you barking after the boys when they get into dangerous situations, you barely let me do this, you can’t expect me to run away whenever it gets ugly. I can do more than my share of work and you know that, I’m very capable, I have proven it hundreds of times. What more do you need?”
“I have little concern about the boys, that’s why they get the dirty work. You’re supposed to be safe. I don’t care about being fair (Y/N), I care about your life!”
“My life!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. “My life is not threatened, never has been, trust me. I had it all under control, but I still needed to know where Rumpelstiltskin went off! If there’s one of us that has their life hanging on the line it’s you!” Angry tears built up in your eyes but you swallowed them down, refusing to show any sign of weakness.
“Ever thought that maybe that was my concern?” Peter turned around and rubbed his hands over his face, tired, oh so tired of fighting with you, tired of walking through the woods and craving the feeling of touching you. “All I’m asking is that you stop playing solo. If you want to fight and participate, alright. But do it with me, fight by my side.”
Silence followed his statement, for you had nothing to reply to that. You rubbed your hands over your face, unable to think straight, the lack of sleep confusing you. You wanted to scream and to punch a hole through a wall but Peter looked at you and he seemed worried and sorry. You loved him and all you wanted right now was to forget about the fight and sleep in his arms.
“Besides,” he continued, facing your lack of reaction. He stepped closer to you until you were pinned against the wall of the cabin. “I could use having the deadliest assassin of all realms watching my back,” he whispered.
A furtive glow flashed in your eyes and a second later your legs were wrapped around Peter’s hips, his body pressed tight against you, and in your right hand was your dagger, which you pressed close to his throat, the sharp blade cold against his skin, hereby showing your aforementioned killing skills.
“That I am,” you cooed in his ear, smirking.
“Don’t claim victory so soon, love,” Peter chuckled. “You should have a look down.” Following his gaze you looked down and saw his holding a small knife, pointing it right between your fourth a fifth rib. The quickest way to somebody’s heart. It was the knife you always kept hidden in the inside on your thigh high boots, the one you usually used to cut the ropes when you found yourself being tied somewhere and usable to disappear.
Groaning slightly, you put your dagger down and tucked it back in its sheath, inside the sleeve of your blouse.
“Fair enough, it’s a draw,” you said.
“A draw?” Peter laughed, eyebrow shooting up in surprise. “Now I see a sore loser. I think I won,” he bragged.
“Yeah, I know,” you rolled your eyes. “Peter Pan never fails.”
“You’re the one who said it,” he pointed out. You smiled softly and he leaned in to kiss you, finally able to have a taste of your lips again after days without even seeing you. Though you didn’t say it out loud, you were glad he put an end to your argument, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again and forget your misadventure. You deepened the kiss, eagerly bringing him closer until there was no room left between your bodies. The small bite you gave to his lower lip made him smile in the kiss.
“Someone missed me,” he chuckled playfully. You gave him a small shove and broke the kiss, in a much lighter mood.
“More than you can imagine,” you admitted.
“We should got to bed. We both need sleep,” he stated. Peter was right of course, you both looked dead tired and ready to pass out.
“Yes you do, you look like shit,” you said as a way of agreeing with him without seeming to agree. An art you perfected in over five hundred years of being with the same nasty, treacherous, secretive, self-centered and eyebrow wiggling assh- oh no, now he was pulling that smile he always used when you were mad at him. “Don’t even try-” you warned him but he waved it off.
“I don’t have to try, it has worked already,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your cheeks to hold back the grin you wanted to pull. He always had his way with you, you really were a hopeless case.


When Peter woke up the next day, he had a fright, for the bed was empty and his hand only found a blanket to grab instead of your body.
“Calm down, I’m right here,” you said when Peter shot up and sat on the bed, giving frenetic looks around him. You sat on the thick branch you used as a beam to make the shack hold together. He stood up and looked up towards you. Your blouse hang loosely over your body, covering your backside and the upper part of your thighs, and your long hair spread over your shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” Pan said, dumbfounded as if struck by lightning at the sight of you in the morning light. “What are you doing up there?”
“Just thinking. It kept me up most of the night,” you smiled at his former declaration. You were never a big sleeper, but even for you it was an unusually short night.
“What are you talking about?” Peter came up to you and leaned against the beam.
“Henry,” you simply answered. “In only five days in their company, I was able to tell they’d never leave without him.” You turned towards Peter. “They will never give up on him Peter. Dead or alive, this boy will be the death of us if we keep him.”
“Well, we’ll deal with this in time, but if we don’t take his heart I’m gone anyway,” Peter said, his eyes looking down. He didn’t like to say this out loud, he knew it was painful for you.
“I know,” you whispered, your hand brushing against Peter’s cheek. He looked up, meeting your eyes and kissing your palm. “But I might have another solution. You won’t like it,” you warned him.
“Tell me,” he encouraged you.
“We don’t have to kill the boy, his family will never rest in peace unless they avenged him. If we hurt him, we’ll never see the end of it, they will hunt us down.” Peter nodded in agreement at your words. “I heard them talk about where they come from. This world without magic, Storybrooke.”
“What’s your idea?” Peter urged you, growing impatient.
“We can still make a deal with them. Give them the boy back, that’s the only thing they want,” you explained.
“And ask what in exchange? They have nothing to give us,” Peter frowned.
“A one way ticket to their world. If we travel to this Storybrooke, the curse on you will be broken, because there’s no place for magic there.”
“But what if we lose our powers? They will be even more than they are now, they could turn against us and we’ll be powerless,” the boy pointed out.
“I doubt it, the Evil Queen still has her powers, so why not us? Besides, we’ll make sure our safety is guaranteed, tell them it’s the only way you’ll let them leave the island,” you said.
“Because nobody can leave Neverland without my consent,” Peter finished. “There’s always a chance of the curse still being there, right?”
“Yes,” you said sadly.
“You don’t want to kill the boy,” Peter stated. It wasn’t exactly a question, but you still answered.
“I don’t care about him, if his death could be the end of our problems, I would execute him within the minute, but it’s not. It’ll only be the beginning of our troubles, you know it too. We think we can handle them all, and maybe we can’t, Peter. They outnumber us, probably out-power us and if we have one ounce of common sense, we should stop this madness before it even starts.”
For a moment he didn’t say anything, he paced around like a caged lion, his hand on his chin, demonstrating how deep in thought he was. There was nothing more you could say, you exposed him everything you’ve thought of during your sleepless hours. You knew you couldn’t interfere with his decision, in the end it was his life that was in danger and if he decided to not take a chance and to kill the boy instead, you’d gladly go along with him and rip his heart out yourself to hand it to Peter.
“(Y/N),” he called your name, bursting your bubble of reflexion. For the first time in a lifetime, you saw him teary eyed and it broke your heart. He sat down on the bed and you jumped off the beam to huddled in his lap.
“What do you want to do, Peter?” You waited patiently, stroking his hair until he responded.
“What would you do? If it was your life?” He asked, surprising you.
“It is my life too Peter. If you died, do you honestly think I could go on without you? We’ve been together for hundreds of years, I can’t live without you. Our lives are tied, and regardless of our situation I will always be by your side.”
“I love you, you know that?” Peter answered your little declaration, placing a kiss on your naked shoulder.
“I do, and I love you too.”
He simply smiled, and after a minute or so, said, “I made my decision.”


A few days later…
Felix’s body was laying on the ground, knocked out, a huge bloody wound on the temple. Emma looked panicked at the though of killing him by accident, but you knew better.
“Step away from him!” You shouted making an abrupt movement with the hand and ended up throwing the Savior across the cave.
Felix, Henry, Peter, you and the bunch of merry companions that came here to save the boy were all gathered on the Skull Rock.
Rumpelstiltskin had stolen Henry from you and Peter a few days before, but luckily, he needed him to fulfill his own evil plans, which failed.
“Why are you doing this?” Snow White cried out, having joined her daughter, dizzy after the knock you gave her.
“Leave Henry alone!” Charming added. “He’s just a kid! He’s innocent!”
“Let him live!” Snow resumed and Peter send them across the room to separate them from their daughter and because he was sick of them finishing each others sentences.
“You think you know what’s best for him?” You snapped, joining Peter. “You two deserved the award for the worst parents, you literally sent your daughter away when she was two months old! And you-” you pointed your finger towards Emma. “-You followed the lead of your parents, and didn’t even want him at all! And now you try to separate him from the only motherly figure he had in his life, and you want to bring a one handed pirate with a drinking problem in his life?
“We might as well cut short to his agony,” Peter smirked.
“You heroes think you’re the only ones who deserve a happy ending, how selfish is that?” You asked rhetorically. Peter’s fingers laced with yours. He knew you took a huge risk by supporting him in his idea, it was risky, it was desperate, but he knew that you would always stand by him. If this failed,  they’d never stop chasing you both, ruining your lives out of vengeance.
“Why are you with him?” Emma suddenly cried. The question was directed to you. “He’s a monster!”
A rush a pure anger flashed through your veins, making your hair stand on end all over your body and clench your jaw. Your first instinct was to snap her neck and throw her body in the sea but she just injured not only Peter but also your love for him, and that deserved an answer. Choosing words over fists was a first to you, but it was never too late to learn, right?
“To love a villain you must become one,” you replied mysteriously. “I know you can understand because you’re fighting for the same reason as me: love.”
Impressed, Peter took the relay when your voice trembled, “You might never forgive us, but you will understand. Maybe one day you’ll even forget.”
“No!” She whimpered, tears flowing from her eyes. Snow White, Charming and the others were frozen in place a few meters away, unable to talk, unable to move but their eyes showed just how much they were afraid. Rumpelstiltskin and the Evil Queen were securely under a done Pan had created to keep them from using their powers even if they managed to free themselves from the spell that kept them still. The most powerful people of the realms were all reunited on  the Skull Rock, and Henry was asleep on the cold stone ground, - along with Felix - not having a single clue about the things that played out because of him right now.
“No, please, please, he’s my son!” She tried to stand up and stumbled over to Henry’s body, shaking him. “Wake up, Henry! Please!” With both hands she grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him like a tree, trying to make him react but it was to no use.
“It’s too late,” you said, pulling the beating heart from behind your back. Emma’s cries intensified once again at this sight. Her hopes of bringing back Henry were just reduced to dust and you were smiling. Although he didn’t enjoy hurting people – apart from a few who had it coming – but with Peter by your side and when it was necessary, you were capable of anything. With your True Love’s life in danger, you would set the whole world on fire if it was what it takes.
“Listen,” Peter walked down to the Savior and her son’s body. “He’s still alive, he just doesn’t have a heart. You’ll get your son back. Sort of,” he added the last part with a chuckle. “We’re not doing this out of pleasure, we have no other choice.”
“Yes you do!” Rumpelstiltskin’s voice made them spin on their heels. His insufferable laughter filled the cave and echoed, his voice reflected by the polished stone.  The spell holding him in place still held but he managed to speak despite it. “Our dearies here wanted to come to Storybrooke!” He laughed.
Emma looked at him, trying to blink her tears away, “W-why?” she asked, her lips still quivering and her vision troubled with an incessant flow of salted tears.
“Because the spell cast on Pan might break if we go in a world without magic. Your world,” you sighed. Peter shot you a glare, but you ignored it. This was going fine, whatever Rumpelstiltskin could say, you still had all the cards in hands and you led the game.
“But that means leaving Neverland. Leaving the boys, even your shadow,” Rumpelstiltskin stated, obviously enjoying himself. It as enough to see Charming and Snow’s expression to understand they didn’t see it coming. The Evil Queen looked annoyed because she couldn’t break the spell like Rumpelstiltskin did.
“Come with us then!” Emma almost pleaded you both, still on her knees. Her eyes shone with hope, a spark of despair flashing in them as she looked towards you and Peter.“We won’t do anything against you, just- just give Henry his heart back.” She was obviously ready to do anything in her power to keep her son safe, which was understandable but also ridiculously predictable.
“No!” You said.
“(Y/N),” Peter whispered. “If that’s what you want…”
“I want you to stay alive!” You shouted, cutting short to the confusion Rumpelstiltskin had cast over all the people present. Felix’s figure was still in your field of vision, here to remind you that even though they were the good ones, they could still play dirty. Hook was waking up from his slumber after he passed out when you held him by the throat until the lack of air made him faint.
“He will!” Emma interjected.
Peter turned to her and snapped, “Don’t make promises you cannot keep.” He faced you once again. “I trust you with my life. You have the heart, you make the rules,” he told you.
According to the panic in your eyes, the sudden weight on your shoulders was overwhelming and it crushed you. Here you stood, with the young boy’s throbbing heart in your hand and even though it was the boy’s life it should represent, you only saw it as Peter’s. Peter was giving you absolute power over his life, you were the one to decide and he trusted your ability to make the right decision. Emma still cried silently over the unconscious body of her only son, and Peter’s gaze was upon you, awaiting your answer.
Soon, it’d be too late, the moon would rise down and you’ll miss your chance to put Henry’s heart in Peter’s chest, but how could you know what the best choice was? You didn’t see the future and your magic or your fighting skills were no help in this situation. You hadn’t realized tears showed up at the corner of your eyes until Pan’s fingers came to your cheek to brush off a tear.
“I can’t,” you shook your head.
The look of distraught in Peter’s eyes was heartbreaking, until you turned around to face Emma.
“I can’t Emma, I can’t lose him. It’s not personal, but this time… it’s our turn.” You placed the glowing heart against Peter’s chest.
“No! No, no,” Emma screamed even louder, holding the boy’s body against her. “Please, you can’t do that! We’ll take you with us! Come to Storybrooke, you can live there, let him live, I’m begging you!”
Silence surrounded them for a moment but it was finally broken when you laughed. Once again they were all plunged in confusion, here you were smiling from ear to ear, laughing of you sweet laughter while literally holding the fate of everybody on this island in the palm of your hand.
“Begging?” You asked, a smirk painting on your lips. With your sleeve you rubbed the tears away, and started playing with the heart, making it twirl in your hands.
“Heroes don’t beg,” Peter suddenly laughed.
The Savior suddenly looked lost and she only reacted when all the others gasped and fell on the ground at the same time, a deaf sound and a yelp resulting from the action.
“You little bast-” The Evil Queen started but Peter shut her up.
“Don’t make me hex you again, Queenie,” he snickered. “Get down your high horses, we’re not going to kill anyone – for now.”
“W-what?” Snow White asked. Her face was stained with so many tears in was a miracle she didn’t drown in her own tears.
“We’re villains,” he exclaimed, bringing an arm around you. “And we’re good at it, in case you haven’t noticed yet. We knew you wouldn’t do as we asked if we didn’t hit were it hurt. Now that you’re all disposed to listen to us, we have a proposition to make.” Peter knelt down before Emma, Henry’s heart in the hand after taking it from you. “We’ll keep this, until we arrive, safe and sound, and more importantly until the end of the negotiations.”
“Neither of you will set a foot on my ship,” Hook spat at you, and Emma called him, scolding him.
“Hook! We don’t have a choice,” she groaned, glaring you daggers through her eyelashes. “What are your conditions?”
The hatred in her eyes was undeniable and genuine. It made you smile, because you knew the feeling. Hating was so easy and so familiar. You hated all of them, all of the people who tried to hurt Peter, or to separate you from him.
“We want to be left alone, no hostility coming from anyone, not from you, not from her,” he pointed to the Evil Queen who had the audacity to look surprised, “and not from anyone else in your world.” It was obvious they’ try to get rid of you as soon as they had the advantage, so you had to make sure you were always a step ahead of them.
“Deal,” Emma agreed, though it cost her to say that. She was still clinging at Henry’s body, reminder that she had no choice but to say yes to every since one of your conditions.
“We want a shelter and money, everything we need to survive in your world,” you answered instead of Peter.
“Done,” the Evil Queen said. It earned her the glares from everybody. “What? I’m the one with money here, that condition only engages me!”
“And we intend to make you keep your engagement,” Peter warned her. “I guess we have a deal then.”
“Now give me his heart!” Emma ordered him, reaching out to take it. She practically threw herself at Peter, in an attempt to grab the heart, but it was a desperate move. Pan reappeared two feet away from her and smirked.
“Bad girl,” he laughed. “Not until your part of the deal is fulfilled.”
A high pitched laughter came from Rumpelstiltskin, making you snort in disdain, and he stated, “What a lovely outcome! I think I’m taking a liking on these two, you should take example, dear,” he addressed the last comment to Regina. She shut him up with a quick gesture of the hand.
“As long as you respect your part of the contract, we’ll let him live,” Peter said solemnly, his hands finding yours and holding to it like it was the only thing in the world that held him back from floating away, the only thing that mattered. And it really was. You were his everything, and he was yours.
Peter squeezed the heart slightly, causing them all to reach out their hands as if it was any use. “If you don’t, I guess you all know what’ll happen.”


Peter made you both appear atop the waterfall. It was almost dawn but it was still dark. The only sound you could hear was the calm flow of the water hitting the rocks and not one nasty comment from the Queen or high pitched laugh from Rumpelstiltskin was disturbing the atmosphere.
“For our last day on Neverland, I thought I’d bring you here,” Peter said. He sat down and you mimicked him.
“Where’s Felix?” You worried about your friend.
“At the camp, the other boys will take care of him. And he’ll be a good leader once we leave,” he declared. “It’ll be hard.”
“I know,” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Leaving Neverland and the Lost Boys. It’s all we knew for the last five hundred years, and now we’ll have to live without it.”
“But we’ll live. Both of us,” he smiled, kissing your head and bringing his arm around your frame to pull you close.
“It was a close call this time,” you said, placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck.
“We’ve been avoiding death for as long as my memory goes, we weren’t going to give up this time. But yes,” he nodded. “It was close. Too close for comfort, but we made it.”
You raised your head and looked at him. His profile, his nose, his eyes, his lips. The boy was yours. He has been since the first time you met him, when you jumped from a branch and knocked him out, thinking he was going to attack you, and he would be so the next life. Your last life, a life you’d spend growing old with him instead of staying young, frozen in time.
“We’ve lived a thousand lives,” he said, mostly to himself. “But it feels like it’s the first time we’ll actually live our life.”
You smiled and took his chin in your hands to bring his lips down onto yours. Your move took him by surprise but he gladly answered to the kiss, his hands shooting up to cup your cheek. Pushing your hair out of your face, Peter stroked your skin and placed little kisses all over your face, sending you in a fit of giggles, before capturing your lips again in another kiss.
“Let us live then,” you concluded, smiling into the kiss.

Fated to kill you but love you with my own free will- Klance Week Day 1

I’m really happy with this one. I wanted to extend it just a bit more but decided not to, but defiantly tell me if I should, I’ve been really tempted. Enjoy.
Free will vs. Fate

Lance snuck out the window of his room. He didn’t want to get caught by the people still inside, plus it was a good excuse to practise stealth. Once he was off the property, he headed down the street, keeping to the shadows as he headed from the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se, to the lower. It got easier and easier as less and fewer lights were lit in each Ring and soon he reached the Lower Ring, but he was still cautious. With Ba Sing Se under Fire Nation control, Fire Nation soldiers would be walking the streets and the last thing Lance needed was to get caught. Finally, Lance reached his destination, Firelight Fountain. After being taken control, the lamps weren’t lit, however tonight they were, signalling to Lance that the person he came to meet was there. When he approached the fountain however, he didn’t see anyone.

‘Where is he? He didn’t get caught did he?’ he felt something silently approach him and when it was close enough, he swung his elbow back, catching the assailant in the chest.

“Ow!” Lance spun around to see him, Keith, hunched over in pain from Lance’s attack. “Ah, ouch. I’m sorry I tried to surprise you.”

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Giving love a shot part 58

The times when you want the clock to go slow, it doesn’t. Our babies are now six months. Jay went back to work, more like I forced him to go. He still calls me every- too many times.

I don’t even know what I will do when I go back to work. I don’t really go anywhere unless Jay’s home. My friends come to visit, often, everyone’s doing great.

My parents are planning to move down here, to be closer to the kids. The kids love my dad, My mom on the other hand, is actually trying with the kids, but me, She still has some slick things to say. As long as she’s cool with my kids, I don’t care I’m use to it by now.

As for my Work, My right hand Mr.Kim handles everything, I still sign papers but- *phone rings*

Jae: hello

Jay: hey how are you guys doing?

Jae: the same, since you last called  30minutes ago.

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anonymous asked:

I really want to comfort you about this weight issue you seem to have. You're very sensitive about the topic. I find it interesting that you only listened/heard them talk about when they dont eat, but didnt mention anything about them talking about eating or over eating. Your post about their food consumption always makes me worry so much more about you than them. Im sorry youre having a tough time. ♡

asndsjkds yeah sorry ;; i can’t help this, the moment they start talking about not being confident in their looks because they gained weight or that they diet i just,, i get so upset and angry?? usually whenever the topic is brought up i deal with all these bad thoughts the only way i can: proving myself that food is no longer my enemy and that i don’t need to starve myself or diet to be happy by eating well out of spite alsakdsdjfds so even if i react badly and say some worrying stuff i’m as okay as i can be i guess. the worst thing i do these days is over eat whenever something triggers me but other than that i’m fine. i’m not doing any stupid stuff, please don’t worry about me!  

The Queen’s Throne// Chapter 7 Part 2/3

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 1/3

Hoshiko looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were red, her hair a wet mess, and she was wearing a shirt too big for her; almost as if it were a dress. She grabbed the comb on the sink and combed out her tangled hair. She combed through it roughly, thinking to herself, trying to contain her strength.

It had only been two weeks since she found out about Ryuji’s secret, and it slowly made her more and more upset by the day. He’s having sex with other woman, behind my back! though Hoshiko. Ugh, I feel another headache coming…

When she finished combing her hair, Hoshiko looked into the mirror once more. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her hair was no longer a tangled mess.

I have to find a way to get my revenge…

She recalled the conversation she and her mother had earlier.

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Ralph: Master of the cute.

For those wondering how Ralph is doing; he is doing great! He really is not a dog that is hard to manage/keep despite spending ~3+ years in a cage at a dog meat farm. I’ve fostered MUCH more shut down and worse dogs than him that came from US homes or rural strays.

He has never had a potty accident in the house. He loves literally every dog ever and follows Django around the house like a lost puppy (he also sleeps next to Django any time he can; at night he sleeps right outside Django’s crate). He’s fine with the cat and chickens (though not the rabbit lol!). He has a low-moderate energy and mostly just naps all day.He loves running through tall grass outside. He is like a big puppy; constantly curious about EVERYTHING and sometimes testing the world with his mouth (he does have a bit of a chewing problem, but really loves bones and antler chews as well so is easily redirected). He follows people from room to room to watch what they’re doing with eyes full of curiosity. He is a little clumsy but has a big heart so nothing gets him down. He doesn’t seem to mind or care about the TV, music, or loud noises unless they sound like a dog barking ;)
He has made it clear he no longer wants to spend any more of his life in a cage and absolutely abhors the crate. He will drool excessively (and I mean like cups) when locked in a crate and gets very upset. However he does much better when free-ranging especially if he’s with the dogs. He looks to the other dogs for confidence and support so much.

He has a heart of gold. This little dog is really special. It’s hard to believe he was destined for a dinner plate.
He goes up for adoption in a few days and this one will be a hard one to give up. I will be making double sure that his new home is a VERY special one, and better send me updates on him throughout his life… or else ;)

Random Girl (Mature)

note; this imagine does not contain sex scene. however, i have marked the following write up as mature, because it contains sexual consent and involves detailed descriptions of the intercourse itself and other actions that might be considered sexual.

Friday evening. Normally, that was the time when I would get myself ready to go out; clubbing excursion or a house party, maybe even hosted by myself? Who knew. But, oh well, no. Instead I was sat down on a brownish chair in Subway placed at local high street, for what felt like forever now. My not so warm anymore, twelve inch sandwich was placed in front of me as I miserably tried to finish piece of bread for the past half an hour.

I was just after my basketball practice, still in my formal team kit, contemplating about everything and nothing at the same. I could of easily go out with my best friends, but I did not feel like it. I was just really lazy that evening. The truth was, college itself was a nark, trust me, another hour and a half of physical education a.k.a my love named ball, added to my timetable was a nightmare, therefore partying would of get me killed, I believed. So, here I was. Completely alone in a fast-food store, even workers have hidden somewhere, seeing that they most likely won’t be operating any more customers for the following day. I guess people really did go out, like they were suppose to and I was simply a loser. Oh, well.

‘Can you just shut up, Brad? I am honestly sick of you and the things you always say to me. Can’t you just try and stay calm when you want to conversate with me?’ A gentle and at the same time firm voice (if that even make sense to other people, because for me, sure it did) has reached my hearing, making me wake up from whatever little stage I was oddly going through.

I winked a few times, just to get to my own tiredness, turned my head slightly to right, where the sound came from. My glimpse was stuck on a female that have now appeared in the restaurant, so myself was not utterly solo. It was rude to stare. I know. However, out of categorical boredom, this observation made by myself had to be forgiven, I studied.

Her body looked perfectly in them high waisted, dark blue jeans, with a basic, red crop top, showing off her beautiful stomach. I scrolled down, to the pair of white Nike Huaraches, and a golden ankle bracelet, which looked like one I owned myself, that was currently elegantly sat on my wrist. After finishing admiring her outfit, my vision moved onto the top part of her body. I liked her hair, let go freely and naturally. I liked how they looked careless and just were there, without extra effort, for some reason, I enjoyed it.

For me, it felt like ages, waiting for a mysterious girl to show me her face, my fingers tapping on the table. She was calmly standing in front of the counter, just doing what she came her to do.

But she did turn my way, eventually. And it fucking hit. Lust took over my sight, palms all wet as my mouth has almost let a loud moan out, but thankfully strong pressure of teeth on my tongue has paused this action. Damn. Fuck. O-Oh my God. I swallowed hardly, as my jaw clenched, looking at the girl on my right has stopped me in time. Whoever she was, she was just…wow.

Her feet was tapping on the floor, as her nicely shaped fingers with long, red painted fingernails did the same on the work surface. In the other hand, that was placed next to her ear, she was holding a mobile phone. I could tell that she was mad, maybe even furious straight away. Not only by her inattentive, at that point, pose or her small gestures, that suggested her raging mood, but also, by her face expression. The way she chewed the inside of her cheek and blew the air through her nostrils, so intensively that even I could hear it. How her big, gorgeous eyes shut for a bit longer once in a while and her eyebrows wrinkled up, showing that a few more words would of leave her mouth if she was not trying to remain relaxed.

'Bradley, please, can’t we just leave it for till I come back home?’ A beauty said unexpectedly as she sighted deeply, putting a little, LV purse on the counter, getting a rectangle shaped wallet, when a blue card became visible to the surrounding and tapped onto machine to transfer the money. I don’t know who that Bradley dude is, but can he stop making you this upset? You look unhappy, that face deserves a big, big smile.

I was a cloud of thoughts at this point. I mean, this girl. This girl made my heart skip a beat. This girl made me look over at her twice and I am rudely staring ever since. This girl is the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced in my life and all I am doing is looking in her direction. This girl made me shiver, shake, dribble and all sort of things. This girl made my dick hard. And she has not even done anything.

Shit. I’m fucking sick.

'I’m just…I’m just tired of this bullshit-’ She stated which made some kind of unusual feeling go through my stomach. I like the way she says those…those 'curse words’…fuck, why does this turns me on?

'Don’t you think I deserve to be treated just a bit better?’ I licked my lips, watching as she sat down, placing her hands on the table. She wasn’t looking at me. I don’t think she even acknowledged my presence. I did not mind through. This gave me a free hand to look at her and monitor her precious body from the side. And, um, babygirl you do deserve better. 

In fact, I can do you be-…fuck, I so do wanna do you. In many, many ways. Soft, hard, senseless, passionate. All that. I can do it all so fucking nice, you won’t ever get the imagine of my face off your brain.

'Does it give you any sort of, um, comfort to make me feel like shit?’ Her voice raised just a bit as her fist closed into a tight ball alike shape. 

Fuck. Fucking shit. That, this, babygirl. Where should I start with? I can give you so much comfort. So, so, so much of it. I can make you feel so fucking special. So fucking good. And what the fuck? How dare he do you like this? You do deserve all the appreciation and love going. Can I beat the fuck out of him? swear to God, I can finish him off, this angers me, you know? He fucking angers me. I know I don’t know him, but do I look like I give a fuck?

I would probably say so much more to myself (because, I could truly see myself going on) but a small cough leaving her mouth woke me up. I looked down on myself, as I felt uncomfortable around my private area, in my shorts. A silent curse word left my mouth as a massive bulge became visible to myself. My hand reached for a sandwich as I bite a big piece, hoping this can bring me to reality, at least in the smallest percentage.

I could not understand this whole, sudden sensation. In my lifetime, I have had so many girls. So many beautiful women doing crazy things just to pleasure me. And then this happens?

When you get drunk, if you can recall ever feeling this way, you get that sensitive, exultant feeling all over your skin? That’s how it feels down there. Prickling on the back of my neck and base of my spine. My dick going all crazy and hard. Ugh, it is so fucking difficult to describe. But this feeling, the feeling of arousal, that hits it. Especially on the top. And my balls. Yeah, over there. It’s insane. A man just always feel so weak and vulnerable in those moments. You cannot even understand. If me begging her for sex would work, bro I would of do that gladly.

'I do love you, you know that. You are my best friend since we were little, but c'mon. You go crazy everytime you, you know, snort it. I just, I cannot cooperate with you anymore.’ A quit voice have, once again, hit my ears, therefore (obviously), I could not just ignore it. I wouldn’t want to. I had to investigate her words in my head once again. 

So, that Bradley dude of yours, yeah? He is not your little boy toy, right? Okay, fair enough. That is good. This satisfies me. But, what is he doing? I don’t understand. Is he being aggressive when he does cocaine? Meth? Oh, shit, heroin? Going that hard with that junk? But, anyways, if I could just help you out, trust me, I would. I just think he doesn’t care, that’s why he does what he does. And in that case, there is very little you can do. But I could help. I mean, I could try, don’t you think?

'Yeah, I don’t even know anymore. I’m just in Subway and I’m going back to my place. If you want to come over, do that. No one is at home and I hate being alone. And Juliet is gone for the weekend, so you are my only hope. The girls went out partying, and-’ Was all that I could hear (and all I paid attention to) before her body stood up, her hand taking all of belonging with herself. 

Guess who wants to come over? Justin wanna come over, love. In fact, I would make you feel better. You wouldn’t be lonely. Trust me, I know how to make little ones like you scream. Oh, how would I love to be able to do that all to you. Fuck you like a slut. Whore. Fuck you senseless. Make you beg for my cock when I stop penetrating you just to make you eager. Finger you just to tease you and prepare you for my huge length. Make you squirt all over my face when I eat you up. You would feel the things you never even dreamed of experiencing. I’m so fucking good, babygirl. I would fuck you up. I could make your pussy cum so many time, you would not be able to remember your own fucking name…God, I am definitely sick.

I sighted, not happy at the fact she will soon be gone and I will have nothing pleasant to look at. My eyes rolled with annoyance, fixing myself on the chair as I made a slight sound with the legs of the furniture I was sat on, which caused a beauty to look over at me. My mouth dropped down in shock, staring at her two eyeballs. Her eyes, my God.  They were so beautiful. So bright, so adorable. So pure. I cannot believe I am disrespecting that cute self with my dirty thought. She is so clueless.

Little gorgeous sent me a beautiful, soft smile which I responded to with exact same thing and came back to my food just for a second, so she wouldn’t find me specious. But, my eyes did come back on her, watching that goodly butt, as she made her way out, moving her hips in the rhythm. 

Oh, what would I do to that pretty bum of yours, babygirl. Do you like being spanked? Well, it doesn’t really matter anyway, 'cuz I will make you like it. Mmm, what about slapping that beautiful ass as I fuck the life out of you? It will get a bit rough, but you will like it. I don’t know what you are really like, what makes you go crazy, but me will make you naughty. And needy. So you can need me like I need you. Corners of my lips have moved up, showing a little smirk on my face as I then looked back at my pants.

I was pretty sure that if I stared touching myself in the middle of my thoughts, by now I would be loaded with sperm all over my hands. My thoughts were finally clearing up as I relaxed myself, just like I would do after every, decent orgasm.

Random girl at Subway on Friday evening made me this. Made me a mess. And I loved it. I didn’t want and I didn’t need to understand my feelings towards the whole 'incident’. Nor the fact that in my head I was having a full on monologue. It was all a very, very intense experience for me.

I was not a desperate boy. I got laid. Quite a lot actually. It was different this time through. I truly found myself relating to this girl. Just the way she showed interest in whoever she was on the phone to. Also the frustration, irritation. I felt like I get it. I said a lot, a lot of indecent lot to myself, but I felt like I would love to just be a good guy to her. Which also made me really concerned, as I did never, I repeat never want to give out special treatment to nobody.

No words to describe my state came to my mind I just prayed to God for my sake and sake of that poor, not knowing girl that our paths would never cross again, because I would not be able to stop myself from coming over to her. And once I would, I could get her fucked up for life.

Eyes on Me

Premiss: You come home after shopping and want the opinion from your boyfriend, but he won’t tear his eye away from the TV screen. But you figure out a way to fix that…

Word Count: 520

A/M: 😁


You came home with bags full of clothes in your hands and you left them in the front room as you went to look for him. 

To no surprise he was in the living room, in front of the TV playing FIFA.

“Hey babe” he said glancing at you quickly before looking right back to the screen. 

You rolled your eyes, At least he looked at me this time.

“Hey. Whatcha doing?” You asked, more to annoy him than anything else as you sat in the spot next to him.

“Just playing. Trying to make it to Division 9.“ 

You rolled your eyes, “You got relegated again?"  

"Why do you sound so condescending?”

You chuckled, “Cause you suck." 

"Hey! I don’t suck." 

You laughed, "Are you online right now?" 

"Yeah. But I’m not using any mics why?”

“Oh just because there’s some outfits I really want to show you now.” You said, giving him a quick kiss to his cheek as you walked off to change into your clothes. 

There were three outfits you wanted to show him, since later in the week you were meant to be going with him for a get together with his family. You wanted to get his opinion.

You put on the first one and patted it down smoothly on your body and after checking out your own reflection, you walked over to the living room to show it to him. 

“So here’s the first one.” You said doing a little spin and pose for him. 

He did a quick glance but his eyes went straight back to the screen, “Oh. Yeah. It’s nice.”

You frowned, it wasn’t exactly the reaction you were looking for. 

“Just nice?" 

"What do you want me to say? It looks good on you babe." 

You sighed, "I’m just trying to figure out which outfit to wear to your family’s party on Saturday.”

He continued looking at the screen, “Just wear clothes babe and my family will be okay with it.”

You started to get a little mad as his eyes couldn’t seem to stray away at the screen for more than two seconds. 

“Could you at least pause the game and actually have a conversation with me?" 

"I can’t though. If I stay paused for too long the guy is gonna leave and it’s gonna count as a loss for me and then I’m gonna get relegated again." 

Upset, you turned around and chose the outfit you were truly thinking about wearing to the party, hoping he’d at least agree and be done with it. 

"How about this one?" 

He gave you a look that was at least a little longer than two seconds, but it he was quick to look right back at the screen, "You look great baby, wear that." 

You had your hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow. You at least got the answer you were hoping for, but still not in the way you had hoped. 

However a smirk came across your lips as you remembered a certain bag that you had amongst the rest of your newest additions to your wardrobe. 

You left without another word and went to put it on, and came back. 

This time you didn’t have to say anything to call his attention. 

He paused the game without even taking one glance at the screen which actually made you a little excited, and he came over to stand in front of you. 

"Now that, I like.” He said, his eyes now focused on you and your slightly exposed body. 

You laughed, “You’re looking at me like I’m one of your video games." 

He smirked, "Well I think I wanna play with you now.” And he started leaning in to you. But you smirked and pushed him back. 

“Oh no. You aren’t gonna be playing with me right now. Not after you ignored me this whole time." 

"But. What?”

You took a step away from him, “Nope. And besides, haven’t you been on pause for a while now? You probably should get back to playing your game before you lose your match and get relegated again.”

And you started walking away from him, and turned back to watch him chase after you.