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frogginess · 4 years

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Testosterone Update: 4 Months and 1 day (7/25/20)

4 months babey!!! I upped my dose to 50 mg of generic testosterone gel at around 3 months and a half. (More under the cut)

Healthcare related stuff:

Originally, my next appointment was supposed to be on the 17th of June, but, I had called the Planned Parenthood of Greater New York number asking if I could make my appointment virtually because of the pandemic and the person on the phone told me that they don't do it virtually and if I really couldn't make it, instead I could cancel and call to make a new appointment at a later date. HOWEVER, I found this to be very strange because my boyfriend who also started T at the same time I did at Planned Parenthood had his T appointment virtually? I figured *shrug* whatever since the lady told me I can still get my refills even though I canceled and haven't scheduled an appointment.

The next time I called, I decided to call Javier (the patient navigator for trans individuals at PP) asking him to check if they had the right pharmacy on file for a refill (I had recently switched my pharmacy since now I'm back home from university) and he told me that I needed to schedule an appointment to keep getting refills and could do it VIRTUALLY. BOY I SURE DO LOVE ✨CONTRADICTING INFORMATION✨. I told him what the lady told me and he said for trans related stuff it's better to talk to him since the other people don't know as much. So heads up for anyone getting testosterone at PPGNY, call Javier for any trans related healthcare questions or requests!

Anyways, my next appointment that I was originally supposed to have in June is now scheduled for next Wednesday virtually. I will keep updated how that appointment goes. Luckily, I was able to get my next refill when I requested it. Additionally, Even though my prescription is for 25 mg of the generic for Androgel, when I went to pick it up, the pharmacy gave me 50 mg packets of the generic for Testim.

(Side note on my thoughts on the difference between Androgel and Testim: Testim is SO much stickier!!! With Androgel, I would apply it and it would dry within 10 minutes but with Testim, I apply it and it dries so sticky. It's always sticking to my sleeve and I have to sit shirtless for about 15 minutes before putting my shirt on and even then I feel like it still isn't dry.)

Now for the physical T changes:

- Voice dropped a bit! Since increasing my dose to 50 mg I've felt like my voice is at a deeper range than it was before. Not by a lot but enough for it to be noticeable to me. Before when I talked, I would feel the vibration in my throat, however, now I feel it more in my chest. I get occasional strange sore throats but they come and go.

- My face is slowly but surely changing shape.

- (TW: Menstruation) My cycle still hasn't stopped but I feel like shark week is definitely shorter than usual. I'm guessing from here on out it'll continue to decrease until it stops.

- My emotions are all over the place! Since increasing my dose my mental health has taken a turn for the worse. I feel like my depression has worsened as well as my anxiety and depersonalization/derealization. I get upset and frustrated a lot easier and I'm crying more often too.

- The skin on my arms are pretty fucked up from the T gel. I've been experiencing itchiness, redness, burning, and peeling skin from it as well as occasionally bleeding from scratching it. I try to moisturize daily but I guess when I continuously apply T to the damaged skin every day it's having a tough time healing.

- Slightly more chin hair. I have like three tiny chin hairs and when I shave them they grow back pretty quickly. In general, the peach fuzz on my face is growing back a lot faster after I shave.

- Oh my god I SWEAT SO FUCKING MUCH ITS UNBELIEVABLE. I understand that it's hot outside but DAMN I get SO sweaty. >:(

Bonus: Oh and also here’s a meme I made when I was frustrated about PP:

#testosterone update #testosterone #testosterone gel #transgender #trans guy #personal #ness.txt

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valor-selfships · 4 years

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dancing lights in your eyes [jjba rispro oneshot]

You can read this on AO3 here! Please like, comment, reblog, kudos if you enjoyed this! It fuels me to make more content.

Summary

"Prosciutto rubs his hands over his face. Of course it had to be him. The first man of the group he even got with, all those years ago, the first one he met besides Pesci, the first one he shared his home and bed with. Of course it would be that man, the one who made the lights dance in his eyes, who would be the father of his first child.

Risotto Nero."

Notes

so this takes place in my "everyone lives, but there's still Stands and shit, and also it's modern day and the Joestars are essentially all cousins so everything takes place in the same timeline" au! i'm just a little gay bitch who wants soft shit. i just got into jojo like 2 weeks ago but that ain't stopping me

i am a trans man myself! please don't accuse me of fetishising anything, as i am not. just projecting, babey!

also i should note everyone in la squadra is dating and the doppio situation is expanded upon later on in future stories so don't worry about that for now :3

remember to kudos and comment if you liked! it helps me want to write more.

Story

Prosciutto has had his suspicions. In fact, those suspicions began, almost comically, when the group found out about Doppio's unexpected pregnancy. Yes, Prosciutto has always known that, despite the testosterone and the protection he uses, there's always a chance that he could end up pregnant, by any one of his lovers in the group. It's kind of like how there's always the possibility that a tree will fall on you and crush you when you walk outside, or the possibility that he would go to assassinate someone and end up getting killed himself. It's always in the back of one's mind, but in Prosciutto's, it's not something he wastes time thinking about extensively because the chances are so low.

Even so, he can't deny what's been going on. His periods have always been incredibly regular, happening during the first week of every month like clockwork.

And then the first week of May comes and goes, with no blood, and he starts to worry. Combined with the intense nausea that even Pesci has noticed by now, the constant soreness of his body, the headaches, and exhaustion, that tiny chance grows.

But the reality of it isn't one that hits him until he's standing outside of the doors to the clinic, having just finished his appointment, staring at his reflection in the glass doors for a few moments before turning briskly on his heel and walking away.

Prosciutto is eight weeks pregnant. For two whole months, he's had a tiny human being growing inside of him, and he didn't even realize it until now. Or, perhaps, he didn't want to realize it.

Generally, for a man with four partners who could have potentially gotten him pregnant, Prosciutto would be in a similar situation to Doppio, not knowing exactly who the other father of this child is. But Prosciutto lives his life on a schedule, and that, strangely enough, includes his sex life. It's fairly easy to rule out most of the group (Melone, Doppio, Ghiacchio, Sorbet, and Gelato are out, as none of them save for Sorbet possess the necessary equipment to even get him pregnant, and Sorbet and Gelato don't sleep with anyone but each other anyway), and he's able to narrow it down further thanks to the appointment confirming how far along he is.

Two months. Who was he with two months ago? He doesn't have to check, because he already knows. He knows exactly who he was with and how this probably happened.

Prosciutto rubs his hands over his face. Of course it had to be him. The first man of the group he even got with, all those years ago, the first one he met besides Pesci, the first one he shared his home and bed with. Of course it would be that man, the one who made the lights dance in his eyes, who would be the father of his first child.

Risotto Nero.

His hands fall into his lap as he looks up from where he sits on his couch in his little apartment. He plays with the folds of his clothes for a moment, thinking about how it won't be long before he'll need to buy new ones. Something tells him that suits won't be terribly comfortable for him to wear for much longer.

But, more importantly than all of that, Prosciutto needs to speak to Risotto.

He checks his watch. Risotto's schedule is unpredictable, as are most of their's even now that they've split from Passione, but he usually makes it home on these days around the same time. The group has been talking about pooling their money to buy a house, a real one they can all live in, by the time Doppio's due date comes around, so at least they'll have the upper hand on the ex he refuses to name in case he comes around (and they all want to live in the same house anyway, all things considered), so Risotto has been working harder than ever to make it happen.

Despite everything, Risotto Nero is a good man, who will make an even better father. Prosciutto needs to speak to him, but not through a text or a phone. He needs to say this face to face.

So he folds his hands on top of his lap and waits.

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Risotto walks through the door of the apartment at precisely 8:00 PM. It's been nearly six hours now since Prosciutto discovered the truth about his condition, and since then, he's effectively cleaned the entire apartment and re-organized his bookshelf, and by the time Risotto walks in, he's in the middle of fixing up the cabinets where the dishes are. As soon as the door opens, though, he nearly drops the glass plate he's holding, and has to fumble to ensure it doesn't fall to the floor and shatter.

Risotto doesn't miss the unusual jumpiness of his boyfriend. It isn't like him to be like that. Even so, he keeps his composure as he walks over to Prosciutto, who keeps his back turned to him for the moment while he closes up the cabinets.

"Tesoro," Risotto greets, leaning in to wrap his arms around Prosciutto's waist and rest his head in the crook of his neck. He trails a few kisses from below his ear down to his shoulder. "What has you so nervous?"

He's had six hours to think about how this is going to go, Prosciutto thinks, but now that he's facing the situation, all of his planning feels like it was for nothing. His clear blue eyes meet Risotto's black-and-red ones (the black sclera tend to throw off most people and make them nervous, but to Prosciutto they are enchantingly beautiful) as he turns around to face him, and everything falls away in that moment. It's just the two of them...

Well. The three of them, really.

Prosciutto takes a deep breath, while Risotto cups his cheek in one hand. He rests his hand on top of that one, laces their fingers together.

"I... well. It was silly. I had worked myself up for something that doesn't even frighten me anymore," Prosciutto replies, his voice soft. Risotto reaches up with his other hand to thread it through Prosciutto's blonde hair. He's worn it down for the past few hours, and without the gel keeping it in place, it's soft and silky. Touch has always been so important to Risotto, ever since he was a child. Autism and a natural want to be alone means that Risotto is rarely one for being touched by or touching others, but the team brings out a side of him that never wants to stop touching, being touched.

So many people fear Risotto's hands, but Prosciutto feels anything but fear when his fingertips meet his skin. His hands are cold, but that doesn't bother him anymore.

"Is that so?" Risotto murmurs in response. "Then, would you rather not talk about it?"

"Ah... well, it's still important," Prosciutto replies quickly. "I would have told you sooner, but I wanted it to be planned and perfect. I realize now that was foolish of me -- the planning, not waiting for you -- but what's done is done." With the hand that's still holding Risotto's, he carefully pulls his hand from his cheek down his body to rest on his belly. There's nothing there to feel, not yet, but that isn't the point of his actions.

It's the first time Prosciutto has ever seen Risotto truly speechless, his jaw dropped completely, normally stoic face painted clearly with shock.

It takes him a few moments to work out what to say.

"I -- amore mio, is it true?" Risotto finally says. His voice is breathy, quieter than Prosciutto's ever heard him, but so full of emotion. He can see the shimmering of his eyes, and Prosciutto feels a lump in his throat; however, it comes from a place of happiness. "Are you -- we -- un bambino?"

Prosciutto nods. He can feel the tremble in his own hands, in Risotto's hands. "Yes. I wanted to make absolutely sure -- I had an appointment, earlier in the afternoon. I'm eight weeks pregnant."

Suddenly, Risotto's arms are around him, pulling Prosciutto in close as he buries his face in his neck, pressing kisses to his neck and jaw while he speaks and cries at the same time: "Oh, oh cuore mio, a child -- our child -- you are la mia anima, la mia vita. You and our child will both want for nothing, I will promise that."

Prosciutto sniffs again, feeling the warm tears sliding down his face, making no effort to stop them. It's like everything is hitting him all at once, but in the best way possible. He holds Risotto as close to him as the other man does to himself, then he leans in to respond, close to his ear: "Mio caro, luce dei miei occhi, sei la mia vita. I trust you. Our child will love you, you - will be an incredible father."

Risotto squeezes him tighter, though not too tight, then pulls back a bit to look at his boyfriend once more. Tears shine on his face, but before Prosciutto can reach up to wipe them away, he kneels down in front of him, rests his cheek on his belly and his hands on his hips.

"Do not sell yourself short, either," Risotto says. "Our child will love you, as well. You will be an amazing father. There is nothing the two of us can't do for this child."

The truth of his lover's words are nearly palpable. Prosciutto knows as well as anyone else that once Risotto comes to a decision, he sticks to it. If he says that their family will be taken care of, then so it shall be. And Prosciutto doesn't mind the prospect of being pampered for the next few months (after all, growing a whole human inside of oneself is no small feat, he knows that much). Especially not if it means he'll get more moments like this with Risotto.

Prosciutto smiles through his tears when he feels the warm press of Risotto's lips against his lower belly. Yes, there truly is no reason to be worried, he supposes. Risotto loves this child, and the rest of the group will love them, too, of that he has no doubt.

He can only hope that, somehow, their child can feel the love their parents have for them already, and will return it with a love of their own when the time comes.

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little translations:

tesoro - treasure amore mio - my love un bambino - a baby cuore mio - my heart (very romantic and old-fashioned, by the way) la mia anima - my soul la mia vita - my life mio caro - my dear luce de miei occhi - light of my eyes sei la mia vita - you are my life (in the context used, he's basically saying that he can't live without risotto because he's also his life)

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #rispro #risotto nero #prosciutto jojo #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #pregnancy #pregnancy tw #tmpreg #mpreg #trans mpreg #trans pregnancy

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twelverose · 4 years

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till the sun comes shining through (1/?)

It's a life of working hard and playing harder. Rose is the daughter of an old family trying to keep up with modern times. James is the boy of a family who left for easier living. It was natural for them to collide. Rodeos and events keep them on their toes, pushing them closer. All they know is they have a life to lead and it's better with two.

Rating: Teen (Some sexual implications, mild violence)

Pairing: Twelve/Rose

WC: 2.9K

TW: Mild violence, drinking.

A/N: It’s a cowboy au bc i love writing about things inspired by my own life babey. yeehaw.

Song: Cause I Love You - Johnny Cash (Title) and What Was I Thinkin’ - Dierks Bentley (Chapter)

Read on Ao3

Chapter One: Come and Get Me Grin

What was I thinkin'

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay

But that crossed my mind a little too late

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Rose Tyler was the most beautiful girl James had ever seen. He decided that years ago. He was a year older but the same class as her in high school. Keeping at least an acquaintance with her for the first two years. Before their junior year where they really got to talk at a party. He’d been chasing her ever since. And she had fun leading him.

Her family bought the old McCrimmon ranch before she was born. Her father was a cowboy legend. Raised to ride bulls and that he did. Winning enough by riding in the PBR to be able to invest in more land at the age of twenty. They raised cattle and trained horses. Her mother was a champion of her own. Training and riding horses in world class events. Rose stayed humble though. She was carefree. No restraint in her friendliness or attitude. It was a warm welcome in James’s life.

His family wasn’t a fan of the friendship. Especially once they sold their farm.

When she told him to meet her at the front gate of her property, he stumbled over his okay. It was a given. He wasn’t one of the idiots to say no to her. Or maybe he was the idiot to say yes. There was a rumor that Pete Tyler was more than a bull rider. Something to do with another guy and Jackie. James never asked about it. It was just something that came back around whenever word got around that Rose was going on a date in high school.

But they weren’t in high school anymore. And he was glad that he wouldn’t have to hear it again. Especially since his nerves were already on fire, sitting at the edge of the Tyler property.

When she climbed over the gate, he knew he was in trouble. But didn’t really think about what it meant.

“You might wanna drive,” She said as she hopped into his passenger seat, “I think dad heard me.”

“What?”

“Wait another minute or two and you’ll see why.”

So he did. Not sure if it was because he felt the need to prove himself or to see if the rumors about her dad were true. Maybe it was both. But the sound of a shotgun made him kick the truck into drive,

“What the fuck?”

She shrugged and smiled, “It was an actual warning, y’know?”

Rose was wearing a tank top that belonged in an early 2000s horror movie. It was a size too small and showed off her midriff. He wasn’t complaining. Especially when she made an obvious move to sit in the middle seat to change the radio station. James found himself clenching his jaw. Just to make sure none of the stupid thoughts going through his mind came out. Not that there were many there at all.

During the commercials between songs, they caught up. They hadn’t really spoken like they used to since graduating. Both of them falling into work. James was a farmhand at several ranches. Rose was working with her mom and dad. Taking care of cattle and training horses.

She talked about a new horse until she realized what road they were on. He didn’t even realize. Until her entire mood shifted slightly. Into something that made his cheeks turn red.

“What have you got planned for us tonight?” She asked, batting her eyes.

“Oh, the Amber Tree is doing somethin’ tonight. I think a band is playing? I’m really not that sure.” He tried to sound cool and confident.

She smirked at him, “Who told you that?”

“What d’you mean?”

“I know how you boys work. You talk to each other to figure out the hottest spot. Who’d you talk to?”

He pretended to be offended, slapping his hand over his heart and glancing at her with a sigh, “You think I’m boring? Let me show you a bit of fun tonight then.”

She laughed, “You think I would’ve asked you out if I thought you were going to be boring?”

He pressed down further on the gas and grinned at her, “I sure hope not.”

The highway they had turned onto went through a forest until a railroad crossing. The music echoed back at them through the tunnel of trees. She seemed to know every song on the radio. Unlike him, he could only pick out a few. She didn’t seem to notice. Singing to him or out the window, grabbing his arm to get him to look at her.

He tried to keep his eyes on the road. Luckily he knew it like the back of his hand. Because she was determined to make him look and keep him looking.

Once they got past the train tracks, she hung out the side window for a bit, whooping at the moon. He laughed and whooped with her. It was all so natural. It was fun. The most fun he’s had in months. It made some type of warmth pump through his veins. And all he wanted was more of it.

And that he got.

When they crossed the county line, blue and red lights flashed behind him. Rose slid back in with a wide smile and looked at him like she was saying, “Well, prove what you got.” So he did. Changing the gear and swiftly pulled off into a field. The wind whipped through her hair, wisps of it stinging his face. She kept looking behind them, telling him how far behind the cop was. He wasn’t worried. He hoped he’d remember to tell her that he’d done this a few times. And his best story of one of those times.

He really did try to avoid the crops. Although he heard at least one stock of corn get caught underneath him. The other side of the field was a dirt road, which he tore out onto.

“Why don’t you go faster, cowboy?”

If he had to give an excuse or reason to go faster, he would’ve had to blame the testosterone spike those words caused. And usually, he’d try to keep in line. But if she was asking, then James would just have to do it.

The smile he got in response was worth it. A tongue-touched grin. James decided that he’d probably do anything for another smile like that.

It was another five minutes of loud music and speeding before they made it to the bar. It was already busy. Nine at night would do that to places like these in small towns. Especially when there was a promise of live music and fights. Although, fights weren’t on the posters.

He wiped his palms on his jeans and looked back at her, “Ready?”

“As long as you can keep up.”

They were both technically underage. Technically because the bar didn’t care nor did it really have enough staff to do so. The bar itself was full of old timers. The ones who were found there every night and knew everyone and their father. They were the first ones to ask what Rose was doing there.

“Does your father know?” He tilted up his hat.

Rose shook her head, “And I hope he doesn’t find out.”

The man chuckled and went back to who he was talking to originally. James felt a wave of anxiety go through him. Afraid of what that conversation would lead to for him.

“He’s not gonna tell him, right?” James asked while he paid for their beers.

“You better hope he doesn’t. You’re already in trouble.”

Her wink told him that she was more of the trouble than her dad. Even if he knew the more trouble he got into with her meant only more from her dad.

He didn’t let that stop them from dancing though. It was a honky-tonk band. It was hot and sweaty in the middle of the room. He knew that. But he didn’t know when he lost the button down he was wearing over his t-shirt. He didn’t care. She was so focused on him that he had no choice but to return it.

They were close. A lot closer than they’ve been when they danced at parties. Her chest against his. Her hands running up and down his back. This time, there wasn’t one of her friends to pull her away because she was busted. Or one of his to tell him he better lay off or he was in deep shit. They did what they’d been waiting to do. And she knew the perfect way to do it.

He was on fire. Because that’s what she did to him. Made him red and wild. So, he was just about to finally kiss her when someone shoved him back from her.

James knew who that someone was. They saw each other when he walked into the bar. They both realized what could happen. James figured it would. They both had a reputation that was in due time for testing.

Jimmy Stone was older. He was probably what made Pete Tyler the protective father he is. Once again, if the rumors were true, no one could really shame him for acting the way he did. There was no question in what Jimmy was capable of, that was given to James. He was fit. He had to be for what he did. But he wasn’t much compared to Jimmy.

“Will you fuck off, Stone?” Rose shouted at him.

He shushed her, “This isn’t about you. Well, it doesn’t have to involve you.”

James took a step forward, “You can stop talkin’ to her like that.”

He saw the fist coming and he let it land. To prove he was just as tough as Jimmy. That’s what he would say tomorrow when he was at work. But right now, he would be stupid to say it didn’t hurt. He could feel the bruise forming when he stood back up straight. He felt the blood from his split lip run down his chin.

“You afraid to fight, pretty boy?”

If it were a movie, he’d probably pop his neck. But instead, he flicked the baseball hat off Jimmy’s head. Dodging the next punch, James managed a land to the middle of the other guy’s gut. But he took the one to his ribcage. Jimmy laughed when James took a step back and groaned.

There was a crowd around them now. He saw someone step out in the corner of his eye. Then felt Rose’s hand on his elbow but he shook it off. He wasn’t one to lose a fight without good reason.

“You ready to regret coming out tonight, Stone?”

He was cocky. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t fallen yet or that Rose was on his side. Then a surge of anger rushed through him. He wasn’t sure where exactly it came from but it slipped out of his mouth with the taste of blood. And the hardest swing he thinks he’s ever thrown.

The crowd around him gasped. Jimmy fell flat on his ass. James laughed, then he spotted the tooth on the ground and grabbed Rose’s hand. Taking off out of the bar.

As he slid into the driver’s side and started the truck, she slid over the hood. His heart started beating a little faster. When she jumped in, she landed in the middle seat- almost in his lap. That’s when he stopped breathing.

She gave him a kiss. One that he had been dreaming about for a while now. It was sloppy and deep and warm. It was probably a lot shorter than what it felt. Only stopping when they heard a commotion at the front door.

She slipped away from him with a breathy “Thank you.”

They tore out of the gravel parking lot. He didn’t try to speed on the way home. Wanting to keep her this close for as long as possible. But he got a glimpse of the time and worried about what would be waiting.

She reminded him that maybe it would be worth it. Distracting him with another kiss when he stopped at the first sign of the night. And then telling him to pull off the road just for a second. Which led to a little more than he expected.

He had a little more than one bruise now. The rest were a lot sweeter than the first. And his shirt was just as high on his stomach as hers. Hair probably is just as messy too. Though, he didn’t quite pull it off as well as her. Given she laughed at him when he pulled back.

“You’re a mess.” She laughed, running her thumb over his bottom lip. Focusing on the cut he got in the fight.

“Your fault,” He mumbled, leaning into her hand, “What else am I supposed to do?”

He tried to kiss her again, but she giggled against his lips. Giving him a chaste one before patting his thigh.

“Better get me home before my father decides you’re the next hide on the wall.”

He cursed under his breath. Moving back to his seat and putting the truck in drive. Trying to ignore the feeling of Rose’s hand in his hair and her humming. Those things would probably be the last thing he needed to be thinking about when pulling into her drive.

Which he was against. But she coaxed him into doing it by playing the right cards. The ones he fell sucker to almost every time, especially for her.

Pete Tyler was sitting in the driveway. James knew he was in for it by the look he got when he put it in park. Instead of flying out of the drive like any other person, he got out with Rose. Grabbing her hand.

Which was arguably the stupidest decision he made all night. Grabbing her hand in front of her father like this wasn’t doing anything for him. Pete just glared at him harder.

Rose gave him a reassuring squeeze. He hoped that her showing fondness for him would save him some skin. The instinct deep in him doubted it would.

Pete glanced down between them, “Did y’all have a good night?”

It wasn’t a pleasantry. But James treated it as one, “Yes sir.”

The two words came out as if he should’ve given them with a salute. He held back the impulse to do so sarcastically.

“You should’ve talked to me beforehand.” He said thickly.

James suddenly felt like he should’ve at least tried to sharpen up a bit. He felt a bit bare in his untucked shirt, messy hair, and jeans tucked into boots. He held his head high still. There wasn’t any use in putting it down at this point. He would rather be caught looking scared in front of Jimmy Stone.

Rose pulled her hand from his and walked over to her dad. He didn’t fall for her scheme like James, “Rose. Get inside.”

“Why should I?” She tested him, trying to hide her grin.

“It’s nearly 3 am, you still live in my house, and you might as well and go ahead and get your trouble with your mother over with.”

Rose sighed and took a few steps behind Pete but didn’t go inside. He didn’t take his eyes off James. He had the same challenging look that Rose did earlier. James understood what it meant to inherit looks in that moment. Even if they meant different things.

“Your daughter is amazing, sir. I was lucky to get to hang out with her tonight.”

“You sure are. Where’d you get that bruise?”

James struggled for his words, “Uh, Jimmy Stone.”

“Where’d you go to run into him and get that?”

“He’s worse,” That was his attempt in defending himself, “And I’m sure you’ve got another way to find out besides me.”

Pete laughed and shook his head. James let a small smile come to his face. This was the opposite way of doing things for a first date. You meet and talk with the parents first. Not after. He didn’t really mind. Nothing really came smoothly for him. And he liked it that way.

Especially because their conversation ended with a little less of a glare.

“I’ll let y’all say goodnight. But you better watch what you do, Smith.”

He nodded and Pete walked inside. Silhouette taking a stance by the window. Rose glanced back and tried to shoo it away. But eventually walked back towards him when it didn’t move an inch.

She took his hands, “I had fun tonight.”

“I hope so.” He felt awkward suddenly. Unsure of what could happen next.

“Sorry about Jimmy. And my dad.”

James shrugged, “I wouldn’t ask for anything else. Another great story to tell.”

“You wanna make another great story?”

He couldn’t get out his “What?” before she kissed him. Right there. In front of her dad in the window. Once again he felt like he was on fire. Every nerve in his body was ringing. He was careful to kiss her back, not that he wanted to be.

He was shaking slightly when she stood on her toes to whisper, “It’s okay, he likes you.”

James stood there for a second. Watching her skip back inside. Excited for whatever would come next.

#timepetals #twelverose #twelve x rose #the doctor x rose #twelfth doctor x rose tyler #rose tyler #twelfth doctor #doctor who #dw #doctor who au #dw fanfic #dw fanfiction #cowboy au #vincent writes #.txt

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eyesolate · 4 years

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some random martin headcanons.

i finally settled on it. martin is korean on his father’s side, with very little tie to the culture in his youth because his father left so young and his mother was bitter about it lol. blackwood is his mother’s family name (polish on that side of the family).

unsurprisingly, he feels pretty isolated (winkwonk lonely fodder) from his father’s side of his heritage, but hey, he feels isolated from his mother too so. equality.

he does tho, take steps as he gets older to learn some more about it, and finds a lot of comfort in making korean food and learning some of the language

martin is a good cook i’ll die on this hill. when he’s in a good headspace, martin will cook for himself regularly, when he’s not so good, it can be a while between kitchen uses...

has a surprisingly good spice tolerance.

he used to privately think he was pretty ok at singing before beginning testosterone, though never loud enough where anyone would hear. he took a go at songwriting but when his voice began changing, he didn’t sing through it and now struggles to find where his voice should sit in any particular key now, and gets very embarrassed singing publicly.

he took the idea of songwriting though and turned it into his poetry, which he decided was altogether a better outlet and stuck with

he has not had top surgery

HES FAT, BABEY. I KNOW ITS CANON BUT I NEED TO STRESS, MARTIN IS FAT AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT.

his favourite decadent tea is a rich, warm chai with a bit of milk and honey. if he’s on the go, it’s a classic english breakfast. little milk, no sweetener.

frequently drinks too much tea through the day and fucks himself over with too much caffeine. for someone who drinks a lot of tea, his caffeine tolerance sucks. but hey, live fast die young bad girls do it well

martin blackwood is team fuck chamomile! its gross!

had his first kiss at age 23, it was not as special as martin wishes it was. though he had his rose-tinted glasses on for a lot of it. looking back, martin realises he’s had a lot of not like, directly neglectful or abusive, but Not Good relationships where martin didn’t put himself first because he really wanted the idea of someone to love, and gave a lot of himself while still never really getting anything. that good ol’ child of neglect vibe yunno

#` * M. BLACKWOOD / study.#neglect mention//#have some martin thoughts because im love him so much

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pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc · 4 years

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Dating Pre-Death Kyle Spencer - Headcanon

trigger warnings: none, but spoilers for AHS: Coven

*nsfw at the end*

so, being a frat boy and all, he’s understandably nervous to introduce you to the rest of his fraternity

around him, they’re pretty intense and the testosterone is just off the charts, so he’s scared that’s how they’ll behave around you

but when he does, it couldn’t have gone better

they were actually super nice and well mannered, which Kyle definitely didn’t expect of them

he was slightly worried some of them might try to come onto you because of just how gorgeous you are

but they literally treated you like a little sister, so he had nothing to worry about

if anybody, and i mean anybody tried anything on you when Kyle wasn’t around, these boys would have your back 100%

“Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you come upstairs with me, get to know each other better?”

“Back off, dumbass, she’s taken. Unless you want a broken nose, you should stay away.”

one of them would come up to your side and hold you protectively, which made you feel so loved

ok but Kyle is just the biggest cinnamon bun

if you’re in a bad mood, he’s packing a bag with some of your favorite hoodies and sweatpants of his before coming over to your dorm

and you best believe he’s stopping for milkshakes/ice cream on the way there

“Hey baby, I heard you were having a bad day, so I stopped at McDonald’s on the way and got some Shamrock Shakes. Oh, and I’m here, too.”

you’re literally in tears, but he still manages to make you smile

you take his bags and help him through the window and into your room

as soon as his feet hit the floor, he’s engulfing you in his arms, which i might add, is the single most comforting feeling

“Aww, Ky, thank you for coming over. You didn’t have to, I’m not a baby, y’know.”

“I know, but you’re my baby.”

“That was so cheesy, I think I actually feel sick.”

“Well, at least you don’t feel sad anymore.”

he’s SO corny

expect many, many, many dad jokes and cheesy puns from this boy

but he’s such a gentleman and a sweetheart

speaking of ‘sweetheart’, that was one of his favorite pet names for you

he loved calling you that, seeing as it made you blush vividly

“That’ll be all for me, and you, sweetheart?”

you became instantly flustered, just by a simple name

you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence without stuttering

the poor waiter was so confused

“I-uhm, I think, well-”

“She’ll have what I’m having.”

one day you’re in the tattoo parlor with him

he’s talking to his friends and they’re all egging him on to get one

but he says no

and you all ask him why

and when he tells you all about his hopes and dreams and how a tattoo could ruin that

your heart literally melts

how did you get so lucky with an absolute BABEY

he loves to go to parties

obviously, he’s a frat boy

but he will drop everything

i mean everything

if you aren’t comfortable at one

you’re too tired?

you’re going home, getting into soft pjs and cuddling

someone’s making you nervous?

he’s going to send his army of frat boys to beat the shit out of him have some stern words with the dude

don’t even get me started on sex

this boy has a mighty high sex drive

literally everything you do turns him on

especially when you act innocent

oh my GOD

he’ll always remind you of the time you sat on his lap while doing homework

and everything was okay

perfectly peachy

until you started shifting your hips subconsciously

obviusly you didn’t mean to

kyle wanted to tell you to stop, but it felt so good

especially since he knew you didn’t know what you were doing

he accidentally moaned and you turned around

“Is everything alright back there?”

he just looked back at you, pink dusting his cheeks lightly and waiting for you to notice

you looked down and suddenly felt his bulge against your ass

your face turned bright red

you were so embarrassed

“Oh my gosh, Kyle, I’m sorry! I didn’t even notice! Oh, I’m so-”

you scrambled to get off of him but he shut you up with a kiss

“You’re not going anywhere.”

and that led to him fucking you against the desk, making stuff fall on the floor a nice and gentle first time ;)

and that was the story of your guys first time together

but overall the sex is mostly gentle

but sometimes when he’s in the mood he can be rough and dominant

which no ones complaining about, let’s be honest

i love kyle spencer with all my heart he is baby and deserves to be protected

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Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots

Got even further today! And here’s the running commentary! Under the cut again for spoilers!

Okay! Time to get back to it!!

Aww we found the nephews!

And another hidden mickey!

Aaaand I think we’re about to find Remy too

Let me in I want to cook with my rat friend!!

Oops looks like we stumbled into the woods anyway

MONKEY HEARTLESS

Awww yes I got the roaring rapids kinda ride deal!

THERE IS RATTY FRIEND

CONTROL THE SORA VIA HIS HAIR

I can’t save you right now Roxas, I HAVE TO COLLECT PARSLEY FOR THIS RAT

Aaand we’re back at Ira’s mansion!

Sora all like NO SUDDEN TOUCHIES

VERBOTEN

Ienzo: I could smell your computer incompetence from across the worlds

Told you guys virtual reality is just magical bullshit!!

Oh geez someone get this poor boy a cot and a pillow

Sora: I don’t computer good, please help

Uh oh Even got Norted didn’t he

Hayner: I FORGOT I HAVE TO GO SWAT SOME BEES

Suspiciously no music here

Hiiiii Norty Guys

Sora: DATA IS REAL PEOPLE TOO

AGAIN, GOOFY IS THE SMART ONE

Press X to doubt on that, Xemnas

DEATH BY TEACUPS

Gotta say that attraction flow is kinda OP

HIIII SCROOGE

Donald is always making a menace of himself, Scrooge, that’s normal

OMG I want cake now too

Remy no longer cooks for the love for food, he’s HOOKED INTO CAPITALISM

No I love Remy Ratatouille is a good movie

DON’T YOU TRY AND SPOILE ME TOO, GAME

Oh I see Bee Swatting Alley has turned into a little drive-in theater

There was a hole here…it’s gone now

Roxas has to collect Nobody emblems, I get to collect chocolate and caviar. SUCKS TO BE YOU, ROXAS

“Skateboarding is passe now” INCORRECT

Scrooge is just like I RUN THIS TOWN NOW

GET YOU SOME QR CODES SORA

Scrooge: THAT’S CAPITALISM BABEY

If we wish for Roxas with all our hearts and clap our hands HE’LL COME BACK TO LIFE

Ansem: Just look at them…COOKING…PASTRIES…

Another vessel? Don’t you guys already have like fourteen??

I just realized: are the loading screens just. KH Instagram

OKAY IMMA GONNA COOK WITH THE RAT NOW

I AM NOT GOOD AT THE COOKING BUT I LIKE DOING IT

Okay, I THIIIINK the thing to do now is head on to the next world!…

YES YES YES KAIRI’S HERE

REDHEAD SQUAD PLZ

REMEMBERING XION SOB

The Twilight Town trio ice cream music ohhh noooo

just pulls the damn ice cream out of his back pockets IT’S FINE

ooooooo nooooo

OH NO HE CRYIN

Lea: I’m not crying there’s just extra testosterone leaking out of my eyeballs

LEA WHAT we just got used to Lea now back to Axel MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND

Riku and Mickey doing more investigatin’

Eeeeeexposition time~

FINALLY PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER, MICKEY

GAH DAMN THEY FINALLY FIGURED OUT THE DEAL WITH TERRA

Well thank goodness these two finally got a case of the Smarts

Okay okay okay! FINALLY CAN GO TO NEW DISNEY WORLDS

It looks like Toy Story is the better choice so I’ll do that first!

After I snag hidden mickeys in Olympustown, anyway!

Okay, those are all the ones I could remember for now, guess we’ll move on to advance the story!

Yikes I absolutely stumbled into a gummi boss battle that I was not ready for

I am so so so bad at the gummi missions in this game, sheesh

BUT IN ANY CASE I FINALLY GOT TO TOY STORY WORLD YAAAAY

OMG is this the game that Rex thinks Sora is from

so fukkin Squeenix

LIL TOY HEARTLESS

Oh wow the music here is so fun

FINALLY GOT FRECKIN AERIAL RECOVERY

Watch out Sora you gonna get laser’d

Sora: I am not Noctis but I know it’s easy to get confused

I love how all this nonsense is basically in canon in the Toy Story universe, thank you Squeenix

Oh wait the humans are missing too that’s a problem

DID THEY GO AND MAKE A XEHANORT ACTION FIGURE TOO

I thought he was just regular size

Guess Al’s Toy Barn went under

Buzz is so dang suspicious

DANGIT we ALMOST had parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme outside the house here!

That is a honkin huge toy store WTF

HIIII Youngnort

BEAT UP THE ROBOTS

Okay this is a pretty fun take on Shrouding Dark Cloud

“Oh that’s right, you’re from a video game, where the rules are BULLSHIT”

Buzz is being such a stick

EXCUSE U but before we rescue our friends I need to find various selfie spots/weird rocks/groceries

sheesh I don’t even care if using Antiform ends up being bad it’s so much fun to do

Oh no I forgot to take out the security cameras, WE’RE DOOMED

OMG if you hit a helium can it makes Sora’s voice all squeaky I CANNOT B E L I E V E

All these bigass dragon toys have me like

VALIDATE REX’S FEELINGS GUYS

I popped out of Antiform for the cutscene and then popped back into it??

THEY HAVE THE BATTLESAURS FROM THAT ONE TOY STORY SHORT

Why are there such nice dolls in Babies and Toddlers?? You don’t give dolls this nice to babies!

Everybody’s playin’ his theme song!

Corporal: I can’t believe…I got tuba’d…

OH I don’t like that, NO SIR

Yes just give this horrible doll to your baby, that’s fine

FINALLY high jump!!

Sora never say never on horrible things like that!!

The claaaaaaaww

WE HAVE DEFEATED THE CLAW

“Nirvana will not be reached” o o p s

Oh gosh what is this game where I’m stacking flans…

The video game section is just labeled 999999999 FLOWEY I KNOW YOU’RE HERE

Sora: Actually I think this is Riku on the cover

YOU. ARE. A. VIDEO GAAAAAME

Oh Rex I wish they still made strategy guides :(

Ohh I knew the bad thing that they mentioned would happen would happen!

Okay I wanna play Space Cats tho

THE HECK JUST HAPPENED

No Sora you are the videogaems

Well that took way too long but I ended up beating KING ROBOT in antiform

Wreck-it Ralph summon!! YAAAAY

I can’t believe that Buzz Lightyear got Norted

At last, we’ve reached baby jail

This isn’t a friggin toy store it’s Discovery Zone!

We just fuggin cactaur’d our way up here

AT LAST, SORA GETS TO SPEND AN EXTRA HOUR IN THE BALL PIT

Oh well this looks like a boss battle spot

Now we’re in what? Lego hell??

Woody: So you were never loved as a child, were ya

OHOHOHO

HE JUST HOOKSHOTTED THAT BITCH WITH HIS PULLSTRING

These are things you already knew Youngnort!!

That was an appropriately epic battle music for DEFEAT UFO TOY IN TOYSPACE

Awwwwuuh

You’re really not, Donald

Awwww FRIENDS ALL AROUND

Okay we have! Finished that world! And YAAAY new Keyblade!!

~~The Perfect Body~~

WELL WE GOTTA FIND SOMETHING TO STICK THAT HEART IN

OF COURSE RIKU WOULD THINK OF THAT

It’s cloning, Riku, it’s basically cloning.

Sora: CLONES! GREAT, BRILLIANT

Oh okay thank goodness they’re actually KEEPING EACH OTHER UPDATED SOMETIMES

OKAY I think I’m going to need to stop here because I’m starting to go crosseyed and my thumbs are sore

WE’LL MOVE ON TO THE NEXT WORLD TOMORROW

HOT DANG

#kh3 spoilers #kingdom hearts spoilers #lynx plays kh3 #THESE WORLDS ARE SO EXTENSIVE

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