The Ignition fic that no one asked for but that I needed to write because damn. That video has ended me. Enjoy! @strongenoughfoundation sorry, I had to tag you again, that video has done things to both of us XD
It was too hot, too loud, and the traffic was too AWFUL.
You’d been sitting in this car for God knew how long now, on a packed highway in the summer heat. Every window was rolled down in an attempt to fight off a heatstroke and honestly, you’d started counting the minutes until your sure death if you didn’t get off this road soon. Groaning in despair, you snatched the hair tie from your wrist and tied your hair back in sharp motions.
At the sound of your voice, your best friend glanced at you from the driver’s seat, eyebrows raised. “You all right over there?”
“I’m dying, Lin,” you deadpanned. “I am actually dying.”
“That’s a little dramatic,” he remarked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
“This damn highway is doing dangerous things to my head.”
“I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory.”
At that, he burst out laughing. With a hand resting on the steering wheel, he leaned back against his seat and sent you a warm glance. “I feel like I can’t argue with you because you just did that.”
Flopping back against your seat with a loud sigh, you pointed at him. “That line is the one I relate to the most, honestly,” you told him wryly.
“Why am I not surprised?” he asked.
You lifted your head and arched a brow at him. “Are you saying I’m a negative person?”
“You said it, not me.”
“I feel the need to remind you that you’re stuck in this car with me for at least an hour.”
“I feel the need to remind YOU that this is my car and I can kick you out at anytime.”
Grumbling, you shifted around in your seat to get to a more comfortable position and brought your feet up onto the edge of it. “Asshole,” you muttered simply and he snickered. You wondered if walking was a better choice than this traffic-induced hell after all.
Sighing in resignation, you settled for dozing in the searing sun and sneaking a couple glances over at Lin as you did. Hey, you couldn’t help it if your best friend also happened to be kinda (really) attractive, could you? It wasn’t bad just to look, right? You idly studied him through half-closed eyes, admiring the way his hair got all tousled as he ran a hand through it. He was wearing a dark blue tee because of the heat and you tried to steal a few guilty glances at his arms. You bet it’d be nice to be wrapped up in his arms, heat or no heat.
“…you done staring at me yet?”
“Shit!” you hissed, blushing furiously at having been caught. Lin cast you a sideways glance that was wayyyy too knowing and was that jerk SMIRKING? Growling something unintelligible, you reached forward to the dashboard. “I’m putting the radio on!” you announced.
“Hey, I don’t mind, you can look all you want—”
“I’M PUTTING THE RADIO ON.” You jabbed at the power button and cranked up the volume.
The first few notes of a song blared out and you recognized it at the same time Lin did.
You groaned out a frustrated “NOOO,” while Lin practically cheered like a two-year-old.
“I’m turning it off!” you said at once, and you reached for the button again.
“No you aren’t!” he shot back, batting your hand away. He ignored your squeak of protest and flashed you a wide grin. “You turned it on, so you’re stuck with the consequences!”
Sinking down in your seat, you brought your fingers up to your temples. The lyrics to the “Ignition” remix pumped out of the speakers and brought back a ton of memories. “Lin-Manuel Miranda,” you stated, “if you start rapping, I swear to God—”
“No, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but hey pretty girl, I’m feelin’ you, the way you do the things you do, remind of my Lexus coup—”
“AAAGHHH!” You threw your hands up as he started freaking dancing in his damn seat, one hand still on the wheel and other in the air, and dear lord, it was like PTSD. Hands over your ears now, you glowered at him from your hunched over position. Lin just smiled back like the stupid, hot person he was and pointed at you as he went on with the song:
“So baby, give me that!”
“Let me give you that!”
“HELL NO. Lin, I swear, I will never speak to you again.”
Cheerfully ignoring you, he kept going, letting that edge of a growl into his voice and you internally swooned. Why did these things happen to you? “It’s the remix to ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen, Mama rollin’ that body, got every man in here wishin'—”
He cut off, making you glance over in confusion; just in time for him to lean across and steal a kiss, lips pressed to yours fleetingly. Your eyes shot open wide, body going rigid as he grinned into your mouth and then pulled away a second later.
“Lin!” you spluttered out, as he just laughed and went back to rapping out the lyrics. “What—You—What the hell!?”
The lyrics became a little shaky as he tried not to laugh, a stupid smile on his face. When he glanced at you, his eyes softened and…was he blushing?
Against your will, your mouth quirked up too and you looked down at your feet.
As the two of you sat, with the speakers blasting around you, you brought your fingers up to touch your lips in wonder.
As a music major, I can confirm the accuracy of the following:
- It’s prime time for practice rooms and all of the good ones are taken except for that one – don’t you fucking dare, I will FIGHT you for it.
- I saw you sleeping on the couch in the lounge in the morning, but now it’s like 5 pm and you’re still here. Are you ok?
- Oh good an empty practice roo- HOLY SHIT. Why are you lying on the ground in a dark?!
- The theory professor makes no sense and you’re the star pupil. Teach me everything you know about theory and I will buy you anything you want from Starbucks. Grande. Venti. Frappuccino. Chai Tea Latte. You name it.
- I’m trying to study in the lounge and you’re blasting your music. I don’t care how much you love Mahler, have you ever heard of ear phones???
- I’m trying to schedule my recital, but you have the time/location I want. Ok, what do I have to sell you for that time slot/date.
- I agreed to help you with your music ed video project and now you’re trying to teach me trumpet and my god I am terrible at this instrument.
- You’re really cute and I may have done more than three casual walk-bys of your practice room. I’m on my sixth walk-by when we make eye contact. Oh shit.
- I don’t know you, but you grabbed me to help with your audition videos and wow, you’re really good and attractive…Oh crap, stop the camera now?
- You’re in the orchestra and I’m in the choir. I’ve had a crush on you all semester. I’m pretty sure you’ve caught me staring at the violin section one to many times.
- Amidst all the Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin I hear musical theater?!?!?!!? I race out of my practice room and go on a mad hunt until I find you and oh my god you’re playing my favorite show let’s be friends!
Okay so this goes with my The Seven Drinking post here.
Percy was getting suspicious. The seven were out drinking and have been for the past three hours. Piper, Annabeth, and Leo were promptly drunk. Something bad was bound to happen sooner than later. They usually don’t hit the four hour mark without someone acting too much like a demigod. Aside from Piper’s charmspeak which become uncontrollable about two and a half hours ago.
Percy was once again thankful that they had found this bar. The bartender was the owner of the bar and also a son of Hermes. They all felt a lot more comfortable knowing that one of them was behind the counter. Joey, the bartender, was older than them so he’s not fully up so speed on everything that has happened since Percy came to Camp when he was twelve. In a way he’s thankful for that too. A demigod that doesn’t know what he or the rest of them have done. He was though still at camp when Annabeth came. She was the only reason they found out he was a demigod at all.
You’re a stranger all dressed up and lookin’ fine and I literally just rolled out of bed and rocked up why do I do this to myself I can’t get your number looking like this
Oh the clichéd bump-into-one-another-and-one-drops-there-stuff-while-the-other-helps-them-pick-it-up
You’re really attractive and I’ve accidentally been staring at you from across the room and oh god you saw and now you’re coming over oh no
I sit at the front of the class, you sit at the back, we’ve never spoken but the teacher just paired us together for this project so hi?
I just got fired and stormed out of the building and crashed into you I’m so sorr- wait YOU’RE THE ONE TAKING MY JOB? ARE YOU KIDDING RIGHT NOW YOU KNOW WHAT NO I’M NOT SORRY FUCK YOU wait no nvrmind i’m sorry you look both pissed and upset sorry
We have a mutual friend that set us up on a blind date
It was one of those days. You were used to cleaning and scrubbing the windows, shelves and floors but it was the fact that you were practically the only one doing it. Well, that was half true. All of your friends were ordered to clean as well, but you were the only one actually doing any of the work. You were stood by one of the windows in your cleaning uniform concentrating on the work you were asked to do. Your friends, however, were just stood chatting to each other.
The sound of angry, raised voices came from a pair of boys: Eren and Jean, nothing new. Mikasa watched them closely, she didn’t mind raised voices but if any contact was involved she would be there in the blink of an eye. Another sound distracted you from them, it was Sasha and Connie making karate noises again. They moved their limbs around slowly, occasionally swinging at the other. The feather dusters they had were used instead of real fighting equipment. They were your friends and you appreciated that they were having fun but you would rather they helped out a little. The only person that seemed to be doing work was Armin, though he had to stop once Jean and Eren started arguing.
You began to worry that you would all be punished for not doing the work so you decided to speak up, “um… Guys?” Your quiet voice only just managed to make it’s way through the other voices. Everyone except Sasha and Connie turned their attention to you. “Maybe we should get back to cleaning. Captain Levi won’t be pleased if it’s not up to his standard.”
“I suppose you’re right, [F/N]. But I want to finish dealing with this joker first.” Jean looked back at Eren with an angry expression. Eren immediately drew his attention to him, “Hey who are you calling a joker?” He took hold of Jean’s collar which made Jean do the same to him.
“Guys! You got to stop fighting.” Armin’s worried voice was almost drowned out by the squabbling.
This was the point at which Mikasa began to separate the two of them.
Something drew Armin’s attention to the door and a look of worry grew on his features, “Guys I can hear someone coming.”
“Huh?” The two males stopped speaking and tried to listen out, but Connie and Sasha were still making those karate noises.
“Quiet you two!” The noises stopped suddenly and everything was silent… Except for the tapping of footsteps becoming louder. “Damnit, Armin’s right!”
Everyone ran to the nearest area and attempted to make it look like they had been cleaning all this time. You had kept yourself by the window you had been cleaning before.
The door swung open, each one of you expected it to be Levi on the other side of the door so you braced yourselves for the worst… But instead of Levi entering, squad leader Mike strolled passed all of you. Once he was gone you could see and feel the tension in the room drop completely. “Thank Maria… I thought it was going to be Captain shortie.” Jean huffed.
Suddenly, the door swung open again, this time it was Levi. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Everyone began cleaning again, knowing that if it looked like they hadn’t been doing so they would most likely be forced to do laps.
“Get back to work, brats.” Levi’s voice was as deep as always, it sent a chill up your spine. He began to examine the room; looking for any speck of dust he could find to make you all have a punishment. He started at Jean and Eren’s spots, making his way around the room. Running his finger over every surface and rubbing his forefinger and thumb together whenever he found something he wasn’t pleased with. He would say nothing apart from “Tch” and “Filthy”.
It didn’t take long for him to come across to the windows you were tasked with cleaning. You kept your head down as he walked passed you, feeling his eyes bury into your body. It didn’t really help that you were rather attracted to the short man. Well, who in the survey corps wasn’t?
He ran his finger over the window you had just been cleaning, but he didn’t feel the need to rub his finger and thumb together. You lifted your head to see what was going on but looked away again once you saw his silver eyes on you once again.
Levi shifted his body so he was facing everyone, “Are you all seriously expecting me to think that you cleaned this place?”
“30 laps, all of you, now. And don’t think you can get out of it, I have your uniforms in my office so you can’t change back.”
You and your friends began to make your way to the door, until Levi spoke again, “Except [F/N], it seems you were the only one who obeyed me and actually cleaned. You can change into your uniform.”
You felt a small wave of happiness, knowing that your hard work had paid off. But you still felt a little bad for your friends. You gave them a small smile before heading to your room to change.
You looked around for your uniform in every corner of you room, but they were still nowhere to be seen. Why now? Where the heck could they-
Levi had taken everyone’s uniforms into his office, yours obviously with them. Felling a little stupid, you started making your way to Levi’s office through the corridor. On the way you passed Mike again. You didn’t make eye-contact with him, it was like awkwardly passing teachers in the hallway when you were meant to be in class.
It wasn’t long before you found yourself just outside Levi’s office; feeling a little hezitant, you quietly knocked.
“Who is it?” Levi’s low voice echoed.
“It-it’s [F/N] [L/N], sir.”
Levi opened the door and saw that you were still in your cleaning clothes, “I thought I told you to change?”
“I know sir, but I can’t find my uniform… I-I think it was with everyone else’s uniforms. Would it be alright if I fetched them?
Levi was silent for a moment… "Tch. I gave them to someone to wash and they won’t be done for a while.”
Your heart sank. This cleaning uniform was already uncomfortable and now you had to wear it even longer. “Oh… I see, thank you anywa-”
“Come inside. I’ll get a spare set of my own uniform, you can wear that.” He lead you in before going through another door at the other side of the room.
You felt very strange. You didn’t really want to wear his clothing but you thought it would be rude to refuse the offer. The door behind you was shut and Levi had left you in his office alone so you weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself. In front of you was Levi’s desk, as always it was the cleanest desk you had seen, but something caught your eye. Whatever Levi had been writing before you had knocked seemed to have your name on it. Leaning over his desk, you tried to get a loser look. However, he had placed a blank piece of paper over it, as if trying to hide it and the more you leaned over you could see scrunched up pieces of paper scattered by his chair.
This was odd behaviour for Levi and you knew that perfectly well. A noise drew your attention to the side, seeing a clearly unimpressed Levi standing with his arms locked over his chest. Immediately, you returned back to a normal standing position with a light shade of pink on your cheeks.
“Tch. Go and get changed, brat, and wear everything I put out for you.”
You did as he said and entered the room he just came from. What did he mean by everything? What you didn’t realise was that this room was actually Levi’s bedroom, and as expected it was the cleanest bedroom in the whole place. On his bed was a very neatly folded set of uniform.
It didn’t take too long to put the uniform on but his shirt was very tight, specifically around the chest area. You tugged and pulled on the shirt, trying your best to cover yourself up but you knew it was no use. When you looked back at the bed you saw one last piece of clothing: a cravat.
“So that’s what he meant.” you said with a hint of relief in your tone.
The only problem was that you had no idea how to tie it… You tried and tried but every time it just turned out to be a mess. Though you didn’t want to, you knew that all you could do was go out as the way you were.
When you exited Levi’s bedroom you were still desperately trying to tie the cravat, or at least make it presentable. He turned his head to face you, but what you didn’t see was the look he gave you in that uniform. He didn’t expect the shirt to be that tight.
You had been struggling with the cravat for a while and it was still a complete mess.
Levi stood from his chair and carefully came to aid you. He removed your hands from the white material before tying it correctly. As he did this you were looking straight into his deep, concentrating eyes. But what you didn’t realise is that he was holding his breath.
Your cheeks suddenly turned red once he caught you staring and you looked away to try and hide it.
“Done.” was all he decided to say before returning to his desk.
“Th-thank you sir…” you quickly made your way to the door with your hands still covering your chest, you were about to leave until you heard Levi’s voice again.
“[F/N], it’s not a good idea to walk around like that. Just stay here until your uniform has dried.”
You gave a sheepish nod before taking a seat on the sofa by the door. You kept your head down and stared at your feet.
“You are allowed to talk you know,” Levi said without removing his eyes from his work, “you never seem to speak when I’m around.”
“Oh… well, I suppose I never really know what to say.” you felt a little guilty, maybe he thought you didn’t like him?
“Then write it down.” you lifted your head to see him looking straight at you, “If you can’t say or show it then write it.” you weren’t really sure what he meant so you gave him a little look of confusion.
A sigh escaped his lips. “I’ll give you an example…” he picked up a folded piece of paper and began to stand. “Let’s say that someone looks stoic, emotionless and cold. They may even act that way towards someone that they’ve known for a while now. But this person feels differently about that someone compared to everyone else.” His feet slowly began to guide him towards you. “That person desperately wants to tell that ‘someone’ how they feel but they don’t know how to say it or how they are going to react.” he stopped directly in front of you. You looked up at him and saw a strange softness in his gaze, it gave you a strange feeling in your stomach.
“Maybe the only way they can tell them is by writing it down.” he held out the folded paper to you and you nervously took it from his hands, your cheeks were now red and you could feel your heart racing.
Levi took a seat next to you as you began to unfold the paper. There were only four words written on it but that one sentence left your whole face red and heart beating furiously inside your chest.
“I never knew how to tell you but I guess I can say it now.” you turned your attention to him so he could finish. “[F/N], I love you.”
You covered your mouth with your hands and the small piece of paper, unable to say anything. Levi wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, you wasted no time in doing the same to him..
“I’ve always loved you and I will continue to, [F/N]”
You pulled away slightly so you could look into his eyes again. Suddenly, you felt yourself move your face towards his and before you knew it your lips were touching.
When you pulled away you saw slight surprise in his eyes which made you giggle, “I didn’t know what to say and there wasn’t a pen nearby.”
Prompt: So how about “You think I’m nervous because you’re interviewing me for this high end job but actually it’s because you’re stupidly hot” AU with Bruce? by anon
Y/N didn’t have butterflies in her stomach. Butterflies would be pleasant, little delicate wings brushing around inside her.
No, it felt like a chicken had taken up roost in her abdomen the way that her heart beat like it was performing for a crowd.
It wasn’t even the interview itself that was bothering her. She knew she was qualified and capable. Her resume was filled with so much experience and references that any company would be insane to pass her up.
The only problem was the man currently surveying the aforementioned resume.
The borderline inhumanly attractive Bruce Wayne.
It really didn’t help that he looked really impressed by whatever he was currently reading.
“So are you asking me to hire you or am I asking you to accept my job offer?” Bruce said with a slight smile.
“Either is fine as long as I leave with employment, Mr Wayne.” Y/N said with nervous laugh.
Bruce’s smile widened. The interview continued seamlessly. Bruce could tell that the woman in front of him was very nervous, so he attempted to lighten the mood with humor. What he didn’t know was that this only made him seem more attractive, which made her more nervous.
Towards the end of the interview, he realized what it was. He bit back a smirk at realizing this beautiful professional woman was intimidated by his looks.
He paused and looked at her. “I think we can end this interview here. I think you are exactly the person for this job.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wayne.” Y/N answered.
“No problem, Ms. L/N.” Bruce smiled as he watched the woman gather her things and walk out the door.
“Mr. Wayne? You’re three o’clock is here.” His secretary said as she stuck her head in the door.
“Thank you.” Bruce said as he gathered the papers for the next meeting. He paused and smirked ”Oh, could you arrange for flowers to be sent to Y/N L/N? As congratulations on her new job. I’ll want to sign the card personally.”
// You Can Do Better Than Me // SNIPPET Reggie x Reader
Reggie x Reader
You can see the good in Reggie, and you wished he could see it too.
have to face the truth
That no one could ever look at me like you do
Like I’m something worth holding on to
times I think of leaving
But it’s something I’ll never do
‘Cause you can do better than me
But I can’t do better than you
LISTEN HERE this is a snippet because i think i hate it but i involved asexual/best friend jughead so YAY i would appreciate any feedback, lay it on me because i personally hate this but i just wanna do it so bad
i think its just drabble and i know its only the opening but tell me what you think!!!! Also, thanks to my boo @onceuponagladerhead
How to make an Aries friend:
Give them their space, be enthusiastic and optimistic. Engage in friendly competitions with them and be generous.
How to make an Aries enemy:
Compete with them over everything and BEAT them. Be aloof and shut them down. Boss them around and pressure them.
How to make a Taurus friend:
Follow their advice and be a realist. Talk to them about their interests, be understanding. Don't cause drama.
How to make a Taurus enemy:
Impose your will on them and restrict them. Turn their life into a roller coaster and constantly change your mind. Betray them deeply.
How to make a Gemini friend:
Be intelligent and sociable. Prepare for friendly banter and talk about different things.
How to make a Gemini enemy:
Make the assumption that their flexibility is fakeness. Expose their exterior confidence as a facade and let the world know how broken they are inside. It takes a lot to get under their skin - drop their biggest secret.
How to make a Cancer friend:
You'll need to indulge in their sappy side and listen to them. Let them take care of you but understand when they need taking care of as well. Get along well with their friends and family.
How to make a Cancer enemy:
Hurt one of their family members of closest friends. Destroy their ego and insist no one will ever love them because of their emotional instability.
How to make a Leo friend:
Pay lots of attention to them - but know when to give space. Be very flattering - but only if you truly mean it. Show them that you listen to them and remember things they say.
How to make a Leo enemy:
Crush their trust. They are extremely generous but when they found out they've been taken advantage of, that's the worst thing you can do to them. Constantly insult them regarding their insecurities.
How to make a Virgo friend:
Don't be petty, you've got to be direct. Don't test their patience. Understand when they need to be alone.
How to make a Virgo enemy:
Cause chaos in their life. Nitpick at their flaws and cause them to snap in public.
How to make a Libra friend:
Be extremely friendly and optimistic. Being popular and attractive really helps. Have a good sense of humor and remind them of things they need to do - they often forget.
How to make a Libra enemy:
Spread a rumor about them that can destroy their social life. They need to be around others, and cutting off their friendships will anger them to no end.
How to make a Scorpio friend:
Don't be loud and obnoxious. Be honest and direct, be prepared to talk about things you don't normally discuss. Be somewhat of a mystery, they'll enjoy figuring you out.
How to make a Scorpio enemy:
Humiliate them in public. Reveal their weaknesses. Fight them and prove them wrong.
How to make a Sagittarius friend:
Have an honest heart and an open mind. Be ready for adventuring and doing the wildest things. Travel the world with them.
How to make a Sagittarius enemy:
Cut their freedom off, control their actions and words. Lack of freedom is the only thing that truly angers Sagittarius.
How to make a Capricorn friend:
Be hardworking but not competitive. Share similar values - they're usually conservative. Give them their space but don't make them chase you. Spend time really getting to know them.
How to make a Capricorn enemy:
Sabotage their work, make them miss a very important opportunity. Or, beat them at something and destroy their dreams and continue to rub it in their face.
How to make an Aquarius friend:
Be wild yet proper, friendly yet an enigma. They love talking, so always have discussions with them and explore the world with them.
How to make an Aquarius enemy:
Prove them wrong. They're incredibly confident and cocky and this is the one thing they will remember and hold a grudge about forever.
How to make a Pisces friend:
Listen to them, participate in their favorite activities. Don't judge them, let them take you in and overwhelm you, but don't run.
How to make a Pisces enemy:
You wouldn't want to, their hearts are bigger than the ocean and their souls have the same depth and warmth as the seas. If you really must, force them to face reality. Bring up their past. Make them face the weight of the world on their shoulders.
Summary: Reader and Dean have been together for a year, fighting constantly, and he doesn’t think they’re suppose to be together and he’s just starting to not care anymore.
Author: Admin C
A/N: Shout out to Adele for making Water Under the Bridge
Warnings: Fighting (verbally)?????? Name calling??? Are these warnings??? I don’t really know anymore???
Dean slammed the door. You rolled over and looked at the clock. This has been going on for a week. He’d go out to the bar and not come back until late at night smelling like alcohol and sex. You sighed and sat up, looking towards him.
“What?” He took off his jacket and boots.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say? Honey, I’m home?”
“It’s four thirty in the morning, Dean. You reek of booze and some whore’s DNA.”
“And why do you give a shit?’
“Why do I give a shit? I guess you’ve been too drunk this week to remember we’re in a relationship. We’ve been together for a fucking year and you’re wondering why I give a shit? No, I’m wondering why you don’t give a shit?”
“Who has relationships in this shithole of a life?”
“We do, Dean! We have a relationship, but apparently only one of us is committing to it.”
“What if you’re not the one for me?” You stood up, ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest.
“If I’m not the one, why do you keep crawling back here and continue to love me because if you’re pretending, that’s low even for you Winchester.”
“I’ve never pretended, but god dammit. You don’t deserve me.”
“You’re right, I don’t deserve you, but I want you. If you don’t want this anymore, you better let me down gently, so it doesn’t hurt anymore than it already does.” Tears found their way down your cheek.
About a Year Ago
“I can’t believe you actually like him!” Sam laughed. You hit his shoulder.
“Shush, I can’t help it. I don’t know what it is, but I’m really attracted to him.”
“Then go for it.”
“You see, I would, but I don’t know if I want a guy who hooks up with two different girls every night.”
“Maybe he’d change if he would settle down with someone. He did with Lisa and they turned out alright until I came back, but that’s a completely different story.”
Little did you know that Dean had heard the entire conversation.
“Y/N..” He walked towards you and pulled you into his embrace, “I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I’ve been so stressed out lately with these new men of letters that I just didn’t think and went back to my old self.” You pushed him off of you, shaking your head.
“You’re a total jackass, you know it?” And with that, you left the room and went out to the garage. You hopped in your car and left. You weren’t leaving for good, but you were leaving.
So I forgot to post this and I feel bad, but yeah here you go sorry
My current opinion is that men and women both get a mixed bag of pros and cons, depending on major life circumstances (socioeconomic status, health) and personal priorities (career, family life). (Online) dating markets now seem to be one place where "white, heterosexual, average looking nerds" are very significantly disadvantaged. Do you have any ideas on reducing inequality in this matter? Should we expect major social shifts or suggest "bottom 80%" to cooperate in signalling high status?
First, I’d warn you to be careful. I don’t think it’s that “white, heterosexual, average-looking nerds” are disadvantaged. For example, OKCupid’s studies suggest white people mostly do better than other races. I think your original formulation was right - men have a hard time on these sites. Unless of course you’re really attractive and socially skilled, but that helps with everything.
I still don’t understand why this is. Assuming that there are an equal number of straight men and straight women looking for relationships (which seems about right to me) you would think everyone would eventually pair up, or that people of about equal “sexual market value” should realize this and be equally happy to date one another. Some reasons this might not be happening:
1. One or both sides has standards that are systematically too high, and needs to be taught by long experience to lower their expectations, and they don’t learn that until they’re older and more desperate.
2. One or both sides are so unwilling to ask people out that most mutually-agreeable pairs never even get investigated.
3. A bad relationship is so bad that people would rather remain single than take even a small chance of it.
I think it’s mostly 1 and 2. I don’t have a good solution for 1. But if 2 is a problem, consider using rationalist dating site https://www.reciprocity.io/
It was Friday night and you were rummaging through your closet last minute packing. Your roommate Hana was laying on your bed “supposedly” helping you pack. You don’t know why you agreed to go on this stupid camping trip anyways. Namjoon had clearly been avoiding you these past two weeks. Playing it off as he was busy, but even if he is busy he would always make time for you.
“Maybe you should pack, I don’t know something a little sexy for Namjoon, ” Hana said getting up from her lying down position.
You groaned giving her nasty look before turning back around to continue looking through your clothes.
“Oh don’t give me that look. You’ve been so on edge lately, I know you haven’t gotten any in awhile.” She said.
Stil, you ignored her. Was it really that obvious that you and Namjoon haven’t had proper sex in like a whole month? You didn’t feel comfortable talking about this. To be honest, you felt kind of embarrassed, but Hana had no shame. She was single and perfectly happy. Bringing different guys home every weekend. She never made excuses for her promiscuity, but you weren’t like that.
You were quite timid actually. Namjoon was your first serious boyfriend and your first at everything else. You had never had sex prior to being with Namjoon and it took you awhile into your relationship to actually go through with it. After that Namjooon couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Touching you at any chance he got. He wanted you all the time and to be fair you enjoyed the feeling of being wanted in such an intimate way. Even if it took maybe about a dozen times of doing it for you to actually orgasm.
is my girl? Ugh.” I whined as Katie
came up and kissed Jamie on the lips at the bar.
be here. She texted me she was on her way!” Katie told me as she wrapped her
arms around Jamie from behind and rested her head on his back. Seeing the two
of them all over each other made me jealous. I just wanted Y/N to be hanging
all over me. She had been gone on a work trip for a week, and I missed her more
than anything. I traveled for hockey all the time obviously, but it was
different being in her position. It was weird… and I just wanted her back with
it funny to think that a year ago, you would’ve laughed at the thought of settling
down with one girl. Now you’re completely obsessed.” Jamie said with a snarky
up, Jamie. He’s not obsessed, he’s in love. Don’t make fun of him for showing
how much he loves her.” She said, smacking him lightly on the arm. “If only you
were like that.” She said with a sigh.
show my feelings! You know I love you!” Jamie fought back.
right, Chubbs.” I said, taking another sip of my beer.
look at that hottie!” Katie said loudly as Y/N walked over to us. She looked incredible.
Her long brown hair fell just at her breasts, which were accentuated by the
white lace up shirt that she was wearing. Her dark skinny jeans hugged her
curves and skinny legs perfectly.
hey lovebirds.” She said, giving Katie and Jamie a hug. As much as I wanted to
run over to her and kiss her, I just watched her body gracefully moving around
you, sexy.” She said as she walked over to me slowly.
missed you so much, baby. Don’t leave me like that again.” I said as I set my
beer down and pulled her in for a tight hug.
sucks dating someone who leaves for long periods of times right?” She said,
raising her eyebrows.
than anything.” I said as I kissed her deeply.
missed those lips.” She began quietly. “And this body…. And those tattooed arms
being around me every morning. I just missed your sexy self.” She said as her
hands dropped from around my neck to my chest, running them slowly down my abs
and hooking her fingers through the belt loops on my jeans.
me, I missed having you in my arms. And I missed those eyes… and seeing you
walk around the house in only my old t-shirts.” I told her as I kissed her neck
a room, guys.” Jamie yelled.
up, Jamie! Let them have their moment. My God!!” Katie yelled at him. “Y/N,
will you go to the bathroom will me? I need to talk to you.” She asked,
grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling her away from me.
sure. I’ll be back babe.” She said as she turned around, flashing me her
perfect smile as Katie dragged her off.
is with you man? You and Katie fighting a lot lately?” I asked as I took my
seat next to Jamie again at the bar.
girl is convinced that I don’t love her. I think that you and I just have
different styles in relationships. She’s been hanging out with your girl so
much now and then she’ll come and say things like, ‘well, Tyler did this for
her’ and, ‘Tyler did that.’” He rolled his eyes as he took another sip from his
man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was like that. I don’t really do that much stuff for Y/N, I just like
being all over her. I’m just really attracted to her and I can’t help myself
when I’m around her. I also just tell her I love her all the time. I don’t
know, I’m just in awe of her.” I explained.
can’t be like that though. I can’t always be showing my feelings and what not.
I just don’t know how to be like that.” Jamie told me.
just find your way to communicate that to her. She’ll understand, Jamie. She
loves you so much… she tells me that all the time when she’s at our house
hanging with Y/N. Just make sure she knows you love her. That’s important.” I
do love her. So much. Ahh, when did we become so soft? We were the kings of
fucking and chucking in this town.” Jamie laughed.
just got lucky, man. We got two beautiful girls to somehow forgive us for all
the awful things we did in the past and love us through the crazy life that we
live. We just have to make sure that we don’t let them go, because there really
aren’t that many women that can handle living this life.” I told him.
know. We can’t fuck this up.” Jamie said softly.
girls walked back over to us. Katie’s face was red and puffy, and her makeup
was smudged a little. Obviously she had gone into the bathroom to cry to Y/N
about Jamie. As soon as Jamie saw her, he snaked his hand around her waist and
pulled her in close for a hug. I could hear them talking, but I wasn’t sure
what he was saying.
she okay?” I asked Y/N as I spun myself around in my barstool to face her. She
moved right in between my legs and wrapped her arms around my neck.
she’s just upset about Jamie. I think they are having communication problems.
Has he said anything?” She asked.
nodded. “Yeah, I just talked to him. I just told him it’s really important to
tell her how much he loves her and make sure she knows it always.”
smiled and pecked me on the lips. “Who woulda thought that Tyler Seguin could
be such a romantic?” She asked. I dropped my hands lower on her, so they were half
on her lower back, half on her ass, and I pulled her even closer to me.
for you, baby.” I said, kissing her gently. One kiss turned into two, two
turned to three, and then our lips just couldn’t disconnect. We were so wrapped
up in each other, letting our small moans right in the middle of this bar.
Everyone around us was drunk an dancing so it wasn’t that big of a deal as far
as PDA goes.
it, Seggy!” Sharp said as he walked by with his wife. I wanted to break away
and respond to him, but I couldn’t make my lips leave hers. “Damn, he’s really
getting it.” I heard him say again.
it for the bedroom, will ya?” Jamie said as he noticed us kissing. I could
sense the light from the snapchat flash on my face, but I didn’t care. I knew
this pictures would be plastered all over social media in the morning, but I
didn’t care. I wanted to show her off. I wanted everyone to see me kissing the most
beautiful girl ever.
several minutes, she pulled back. “Take me home, please.” She said, grabbing my
hands and pulling me away from the bar.
I’ll pay you back tomorrow. Can you get my tab? I gotta go… if you know what I
got it. Have fun. Be careful. I don’t want to be an Uncle just yet.” Jamie
called after me with a laugh.