i should ask him what he thinks of me one day

Riverdale dream

Request: can i have a jughead imagine in which the reader, a river vixen, is dating jughead in secret and it slips as she defends him when reggie claims he isn’t getting laid. thank you! :)

A/N: i love jughead.  so much.

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Word count: 629 words

Warnings: cursing

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

You didn’t know how to explain it.  You and Jughead just matched so well for one another.  By no means were you a popular kid, but you weren’t the self-induced outcast that Jughead was.  

“Are you embarrassed by me?” You asked him one day after another conversation about whether or not you should tell people about relationship.

“No, Y/N.  Of course I’m not embarrassed by you.  If anything I think you should be embarrassed by me,” he almost whispered the last part, but you caught it.  

“Juggy,” you sighed.  “Why would I ever be embarrassed by you?”

“Just, you have what most people in Riverdale want,” he murmured.  “You’ve got all the football friends, you’ve got a killer wardrobe, and you’ve got your grades in check.  People look at you, and they think, ah, one day she’ll come back to Riverdale and raise a sweet family with a jock! Not, she’ll be starving in New York with her writer boyfriend.  That’s why.”

“But you know that’s not what I want.” Shaking your head in confusion you looked up to him.  “You know damn well I don’t care about any of that shit.”

“I know… but I figured maybe you’d want to wait until you’re out of high school for that to be common knowledge.” The crinkle between your eyes melted back into the rest of your face, frown slowly dissipating.  “See?  I know you.”

“Jug, you don’t understand,” you frowned again.  “I wish I could be like you so bad.”

“But you’re scared,” he answered for you.  “I get it.”

“You’re just… so comfortable with your role in Riverdale.  I guess I just don’t know where I fit…” Your eyes left his, falling to your hands.

“You fit here,” he mumbled, pulling you into a hug, chin resting against your head.

The next day you were in the lounge, going over class notes with Betty to make sure you understood everything that had been covered.  Jughead was leaning next to the vending machine where he was often.  You caught his subtle wink, smiling and shaking your head before looking back to your notes.  

Everything was normal.  However, “normal” included Reggie being a complete asshole.  He was talking about who killed Jason, again.  

“I mean, the cops have looked right past him, but I’m still convinced it was Jughead.  He’s the only one who makes sense,” Reggie theorized.  

“The way you cope with death is really something special, Reggie,” you bit, surprising most people in the room.  Generally you’d just let him go, but today was not one of those days.

“Whoa, who gave you a mouth, Y/N?” Reggie joked, and while you could tell he was being playful, you couldn’t help the rising anger in your gut.

“Sorry, but when you use an exceptionally lower number of your burnt out brain cells when you talk, it puts mine at risk,” you avoided his surprised eyes.  

“Okay, but tell me you don’t agree?” You rolled your eyes again.  “Hell, maybe it was a whole elaborate scheme.   Kill Jason to leave Cheryl vulnerable, then pounce.  Then maybe he’d get some ass for once.”

You audibly scoffed, his eyes falling on your surprised.  “Funny Reggie.  You’ve got a hell of a lot of friends, but you don’t know how to read a single one of them.”  All the eyes on the room fell on you, now.  

“What do you mean?” You made firm eye contact with Reggie.  You watched as his face fell slack in realization.  “You’re kidding.”  Not a word from you.  “You and… him?” He looked to Jughead, who was giving you a similar look to Reggie.

“Damn straight,” you stated firmly, grabbing your stuff and standing.  Tugging Jughead along by the sleeve, you left them all behind.  

In 7th grade i had my first government class and my teacher was the whole “taxes are the price we pay to live in a civilized society” chick and I would come home to my anarchist father and tell him what I learned in class. After class one day i was talking to him about taxes in particular and he asked me if a 100% tax was theft. I said yes. He then asked me at what percent does it not become theft, and I couldn’t answer. I decided to try this out on my government teacher. I asked her in class and she went full retard on me and couldn’t answer.

The next time taxes came up in class she asked me a variant of “should people not pay taxes for fire services? Should they only sign up for it if they want it?” And she was getting irritated with me and I pretty much shouted “yes that’s exactly what i think”

(Even tho tbh i was mostly regurgitating what my dad said but it was fun nonetheless)

She emailed my dad home after a few classes of me being a little shit and said that i “brought new and interesting ideas to class”

10/10 7th grade Lauryn

just-themys  asked:

Yeah I do enjoy seungchuchu :) I think they do a really cute couple but still I tend to be really invested into a few ships generally pretty close (just look at my blog lol), for the other ships I like it's more of a "I find them cute together", so I struggle when people ask me for headcanons. Do you have any seungchuchu headcanons by any chance ? :)

YOU KNOW I just might (:

  • Their relationship is mostly a long-distance one. But rarely getting to see each other only makes them that much more motivated to do their best at competitions so they can meet
  • Of course that’s not always possible so every once in a while Phichit visits Seung in Korea, staying for a few days (he loves when Seung takes him sightseeing, out to his favorite restaurants, and spending time with Seung’s dog)
  • In the days (or weeks) that he stays over, Phichit doesn’t miss a single opportunity to instagram what he’s up to. 
  • Lazy morning with the boyfriend? Selfie with the morning grump Seung wrapped around him, his eyes not yet clear of sleep. 
  • Evening at the dog park? You wouldn’t believe how photogenic Seung’s dog is. Phichit’s snapchat history becomes nothing but dog videos 
  • Out for a drive? Selfie from the cutest shotgun and the bf driving in the background, captioned “he looks so calm when he drives :*”. 
  • Speaking of which, Seung rarely has the radio on when driving unless Phichit is visiting, because his precious boyfriend loves to perform any and every song that’s on. And Seung loves listening to him.
  • Seung is reluctant with pda, but as the day when he’ll have to say good bye for another (idk several) months nears, he’ll start to just, randomly pull Phichit for bone-crushing hugs, pressing shy kisses on his cheek, or, if he’s feeling adventurous, he’ll ask Phichit to close his eyes before closing in for the most chaste of kisses on his lips
  • When they’re surrounded by people, of course. Its a whole different story when they’re alone. Where do his inhibitions go? we just dont know
  • But besides long drives and sightseeing, Seung -the very much an introvert with an overly excited boyfriend- prefers staying home, hugging Phichit from behind as they both scroll through Phichit’s social media
  • As for Seung, he visits Phichit during the holidays. He secretly feels his boyfriend’s hamster’s hate him because of his face but they’re p chill and will rest on his shoulders just fine.
  • Phichit snaps a picture of him covered in hamsters and posts it, of course

I’m rusty in my seungchuchu bc my friend got me hooked on seunguri but I hope this is acceptable lol

I’m A Mess

Anonymous Asked: you should do an angst filled fic where bucky and the reader break up but realize that they love each other and get back together. it can end in fluff or smut idc either way c;

A/N: Oooo. Okay ;) thanks for the suggestion!!:) xx

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, swearing

Originally posted by little--batman

“I just get to stand by and watch her.” Bucky muttered, sipping on his bottle of beer while he was clad in sweats and a white t-shirt. Steve sat beside him in similar attire, watching his best friend drown his sorrows in alcohol much to his dismay. 

“Sometimes things just don’t work out, Bucky. That’s the part of life that sucks but just know that you’re going to feel better one day. It’ll all make sense in the end.” Steve tried his best to comfort his friend, even going as far as to give a subtle pat to the center of his shoulders. 

Bucky could only glare at Steve, “This isn’t the right time for your shitty wisdom. My heart is broken.” 

Steve put his hands up in surrender as Bucky swigged more of his beer, “Sorry, just trying to help.”

“Nothing can help me. I’m a mess.” Bucky muttered, staring at the ground as images of you flashed through his mind. Your hair was always wild, your smile was always bright, and you were always on his mind. 

Bucky let out a jarring chuckle of disbelief, “I love her, man.” 

“I know you do.” 

“The worst part of all this is that she’s happier without me.” 

“How do you figure?” Steve asked, his eyebrows furrowing though both he and Bucky knew the answer to that question. 

Bucky threw his head back and covered his face, groaning as he felt intoxication slip in and his brain begin to fuzz up. He ignored Steve’s question, only standing from the couch and scratching at his stubble. 

You still lived in the tower, you still slept soundly a few rooms down from his. The only difference was that his arms weren’t wrapped around your body, and you didn’t fall asleep to his steady heartbeat anymore. 

It was a mutual decision at first. 

Sometimes things just don’t work out, and both you and Bucky had come to the conclusion that it was best to break it off. Now, Bucky regretted it more than anything as he had finally come to terms with his feelings for you. 

The relationship was a roller coaster. You had your fights, but you had your make-ups as well and they always seemed to overrule the fights with Bucky. 

Bucky grabbed another beer from the fridge and plopped onto the couch, getting ready for yet another sleepless night. 

Little did he know, you were having problems of your own. 

Your blankets felt suffocating and your pillows just weren’t comfortable anymore. It had been three weeks and you still had a feeling in your gut that just wasn’t right. 

A cloud of depression hung over you constantly and you managed to put on a smile in front of others, but on your own it was the worst. Your thoughts almost provoked you, and you couldn’t sleep. You could only lay still in your bed, staring at the dark ceiling. 

You’d question why you had decided to go with the break up. You couldn’t find a particular reason. You wanted to stay with him but sometimes in the heat of the moment you say things that you don’t mean. Unfortunately, he agreed. 

“I just think that we should break up.” You whispered after a long silence, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched Bucky’s eyebrows furrow. The yelling was getting to be too much.

Bucky swallowed, “Okay.” 

You threw your blankets off of your legs and swung yourself up from the bed. “Water.” You thought aloud, your voice hoarse. 

Your feet carried you out of your room and onto the cool tile of the hallway. The kitchen wasn’t far away and you were quick to reach for a glass and pour some water out of the tap. 

Your mind raced with various thoughts and you couldn’t focus on one, but you tried your hardest to, only to be met with defeat. 

Clanking noises aspired from the living room, your attention being drawn in that direction immediately. Curious, you allowed yourself to walk out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway of the living room. 

Three empty bottles sat on the coffee table, a fourth being held in the hand of none other than Bucky Barnes, who was now alone and nursing the bottle between his lips. 

He didn’t seem to notice you, only staring onto the blank T.V. with no expression on his face. His face was flushed from the alcohol and his lips slightly swollen. 

You cleared your throat, allowing your presence to be known. 

“Oh, hi.” Bucky whispered, watching you close as you walked into the room and sat beside him. 

You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, but you pulled the bottle of beer out of Bucky’s hand and took a swig of it yourself. 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before Bucky spoke up, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Haven’t been able to for about three weeks.” You muttered, giving a tight smile to Bucky. 

Bucky only chuckled, “Same.” 

Silence washed over you again and you only drank more. Before you started hyperventilating, you opened your mouth to speak. “I love you.” 

You didn’t know why you said it, but it was one of those times that you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut. 

Bucky smiled, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”  

“Why do you say that?” 

“Because I’ve been miserable for weeks. I’ve been watching you laugh and smile with Natasha and Wanda and I’ve been missing you like hell.” Bucky explained, laughing even harder and throwing his head back. 

You watched him clutch his stomach as he continued to laugh and you leaned backward slightly, “You’re scaring me.” 

“God damn it, you infuriate me sometimes. But I love you more than anything.” Bucky muttered, calming down and looking at you long enough to gauge your reaction before you grabbed his jaw and pulled his lips onto yours. 

It was a welcoming feeling, his plump lips on yours yet again. His hands stayed on your hips while you straddled his thighs and breathed in his heavily scent once again. 

“I love you.”  You whispered, biting your lip and kissing him again. A grin stretched across his lips as he held you close and rested his forehead on yours, just staring into your eyes. 

“I’m glad you two pulled your heads out of your asses and made up.” Tony spoke from the doorway, rubbing sleepiness out of his eyes. 

You jumped away from Bucky and sat beside him. 

Tony walked into the room and picked up the empty beer bottles before turning away. “Don’t fuck on my couch!” He called back, causing your face to go red and to bury it in Bucky’s shoulder. 

At least life was going to be better from now on.

Imagine the classic “Dazai and Chuuya fucked each other on a regular basis when Dazai was the mafia and Chuuya had actual feelings for Dazai but Dazai didn’t reciprocate them” trope but one day Chuuya finds out that Dazai’s been sleeping with someone else too and gets really upset and hurt over it and confronts Dazai like “what the fuck Dazai why are you cheating on me?”

And Dazai says that he’s not cheating on Chuuya and that they don’t have a relationship/that their relationship doesn’t mean anything

So to get back at Dazai, Chuuya sleeps with Tachihara. But Tachihara has had a crush on Chuuya for the longest time and he later asks Chuuya to sleep with him again and then the more time Chuuya spends with Tachihara he ends up falling for Tachihara instead and then tells Dazai that he isn’t going to sleep with Dazai anymore

And then Chuuya and Tachihara get together and Dazai is super bitter about it, at first he thinks it’s because he lost his power over Chuuya but he later realizes that he loved Chuuya and misses him but can’t have him anymore bc Chuuya realized that he deserved better and is now with Tachihara, who will actually treat him right

hanzo: i haven’t slept in days genji keeps calling me at four in the morning
mccree: what for
hanzo: i don’t know it’s different every time
hanzo: last night he asked for ice cream
hanzo: one second i was in my bed the next i was fully dressed sitting in some ice cream shop watching him spoon ice cream into his mask
hanzo: he can’t even EAT
hanzo: the night before he wanted to go birdwatching so we were sitting for hours in the cold waiting for the sun to come up and i think i passed out at least six times
hanzo: the night before that he said he forgot to do the grocery shopping for the week so we were buying vegetables and bread and milk at 5am
hanzo: i’m not even sure i’m awake right now
mccree: hun i’m pretty sure he’s just fucking with you
hanzo: no that can’t be it
mccree: [looking into the camera like he’s on the office]

Happy DaiSuga Day!!!! Have some fluff in honor of the sweetest ship that ever did sail. (Read it here on AO3 if you prefer.)


Suga: can you make me some tea pretty please?

Daichi puts his phone down and looks over at Suga. His feet are in Daichi’s lap as he leans against the other side of the couch.

“Why are you texting me?” Daichi asks.

Suga: my throat hurts :(
Suga: and my head
Suga: if you could speak in delicate soothing tones only, that would be very much appreciated

Daichi hopes the look he gives his boyfriend fully communicates how pathetic he thinks he’s being.

Daichi: should I text you instead?

Suga: you can, but what I really want you to do is make some tea

Suga blinks at him innocently and smiles, and Daichi lifts one of his feet to bite the arch of it.

“Daichi!” Suga shrieks, pulling his feet away.

“Look at that,” Daichi says. “Your voice works.”

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LMAO BOY I JUST thought of smth Really Cheesy while i was trying to sleep rn so just uh bear w me here (or Not…)

ok imagine if lance + keith are finally in an established relationship and one day theyre just lying around talking 

soon lance randomly starts teaching keith some spanish words/phrases and keith actually repeats them trying to remember everything

after a while though lance asks keith to teach him something in korean but keith just goes quiet because… he doesnt think he really remembers any korean?? unlike lance, whose identity is so deeply rooted in his family and culture, keith lost his parents, and with them, his connection to his heritage

lance starts to realize this and he quickly tries to change the subject but then keith suddenly DOES remember something… its a vague flicker of a memory–something his parents had said either to him or to each other when he was very, very young–

“sa-rang-hae,” keith recalls slowly, sounding out the words. its the first time hes spoken korean in a long, long time

“what does that mean?”

“i love you”

they both just… freeze… because they realize this is the first time either of them has said THAT to each other… even if it WAS just an explanation/translation lmao

but then soon lance grins and he replies, “tambien te amo”

“…what does that mean?”

“i love you too”

lance says it teasingly and lightheartedly, but as they study each other, both of their expressions soften into a smile because they know they both meant it despite their contrary tones 

(ok the end thank god)

Neverland Gladers - Part One

Request: Could I request a crossover imagine where the reader is Newts little sister living in the Glade but then one day Pans shadow takes her to Neverland and so the gladers somehow get to Neverland to get back the reader and then she has to choose who she wants to stay with. Thanks in advance. And let’s just pretend Newt doesn’t have a limp for this sake. Xx ❣️

Warnings: none

Notes: Send to my ASK BOX what you think the Gladers should do!

You hammered in nails, helping build a new treehouse in the Glade. You worked next to Gally, you two bickering like usual. He sometimes made your life miserable, other times made it fun.

“You’re just upset because I’m a girl who can build and create better than you.” You huffed, wiping sweat from your forehead.

“Slim it, you’re just a silly girl who doesn’t fit in with us, and that’s it,” Gally retorted. He went back to focusing on his part, you eyeing him for a moment. But you only sighed and went back to work.


“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Newt, your older brother, asked. “You seem down.”

You looked at him as you chewed food. “Nothing… I’m not just a girl, right?”

“What? No. You’re more than that. You’re one of us. A Glader, a tough one, too.” He rubbed your back lightly before going back to eating.

You continued eating as well, mingling with a few of your friends. But in the back of your mind you kept feeling like just a girl; one that didn’t fit in, too. Gally always made you feel like this. More so just to get a rise out of you, but sometimes it really affected you. You didn’t know, but it did.

Though later that night, as you finished all your duties, you went to bed. Everyone did. It was time to sleep, and you were glad. You worked up a sweat today, working harder than ever. You wanted to finish the treehouse, as you were growing bored of building it. 


That next morning you awoke in a completely different spot. The air felt different, too. It smelled different, the sounds were different, and everything was different. You sat up, finding yourself in a different bed, with different surroundings.

You whined, freaking out. Did the Creators send you here? You couldn’t stand the thought of being away from your brother, especially in a whole other area.

“Easy now, no need to start whining.” A voice said. You snapped your head around to see some boy in dark green clothes.

“Who are you? Where am I?” You demanded, standing up from your spot.

The boy cocked a brow, placing his hands on his hips. “I’m Peter Pan. And you’re Y/N the Glader.”

Your eyes went wide with shock. How did this strange boy know that information? This had to be something the Creators did, but you couldn’t be sure.

“My Shadow took you away from your little prison cell to bring you here. You’re lost. You’re my first Lost Girl.”

Your breathing hitched as tears formed in your eyes. What about Newt? Thomas? Minho? Even Gally? Those were your boys. Sure you felt like you didn’t belong, but you still adored each and everyone of those boys. You couldn’t bare the thought of being separated from them.

Peter rolled his eyes at you, watching the tears roll down your cheeks. “Please, none of that! No one is allowed to cry in Neverland.”

“But… but the boys! My boys–”

“Y/N! Where are you?” You heard Newt yell frantically. Your head snapped and Peter twitched.

“Y/N!” Gally and Frypan shouted.

How did they enter Neverland?

You sprinted off the bed you were on, running wherever you saw a possible exit. You screamed out for the boys, running out of the room you were in. You tried to find your way out. 

Peter sprang into action as well. This whole thing caused a commotion, and he didn’t want to deal with it today. He teleported himself out of the treehouse. You had just made it outside, where the other Gladers were searching. There was a whole lot of them, and Peter despised that. You ran right into him, too, running too fast to realize he popped up in front of you. 

You squealed as Peter held you tightly in his arms. He snarled at your boys, pulling out his dagger and holding it up to your neck.

“One move, and she’s dead,” Peter warned through sharp teeth. 

You only whined and shook, not knowing what to do. You looked at the Gladers, seeing your brother, Minho, Frypan, Gally, Thomas, and Alby were all there.

“What do you want with her?” Alby asked, standing tall.

Peter smirked at the lot. “I want her to stay with me.”

“The bloody hell she won’t!” Newt barked, machete in hand. He took a step forward on instinct and that made Peter press the knife into your neck. You let out a louder shriek. Newt stopped.

“I warned you!” Peter shouted at him, the knife still sharp against you.

“G-Go,” you mustered out. “I’ll be… okay.”

“No, we’re not leaving without you,” Thomas demanded.

Peter smirked. These boys clearly weren’t going without a fight to save you. Now he wanted to have some fun. But not after asking some questions.

“How’d you lot get here?” Peter asked. “I want to know now, or I slit her throat.”

Minho explained in the sassiest way possible how they got there. His Shadow had entered another realm, which was their realm. Once he left with you, and the boys heard your unconscious wailing, they went through the vortex that led to the current realm.

Peter found it interesting that they jumped through the vortex without hesitation. You must really mean a lot to them. They also showed very little to no fear.

“Seems these boys care quite a bit about you…” Peter hummed. His grip tightened. “But I like your bunch. You could fit as Lost Boys.”

Everyone exchanged strange glances. Lost Boys? They were so confused. What even was this place they were standing in?

“Lost Boys…?” Frypan questioned.

Peter sighed, explaining the whole thing. He explained what his Lost Boys were and what the did. He informed them all that they would have freedom on the island, and would have fun. Something the Gladers rarely experienced since they were always trying to simply survive.

“What do you say, lads? Stay here and I won’t harm your precious girl. Turn down my offer, and we’ll… play a game.”

Little Things of Great Importance

A short, platonic Terumob drabble that I mostly wrote while waiting for the bus.  I hope you enjoy it!

on ao3


“My hair’s getting too long.”

Mob must have been spacing out somewhat, since Teru felt the boy next to him jump slightly at the sound of his voice.  They’d been walking in leisurely silence thus far, and the sudden statement had likely taken him by surprise.  Teru meant to apologize, but Mob was quicker:  "…What do you mean?  I think it looks fine…“

Teru hesitated to explain himself.  Today was a nice day, uncharacteristically warm for this early in the year, and their friendship had been going especially well lately. Should he really risk ruining all this with his own problems?  Then again, if they were friends, he should be able to share his troubles with Mob, shouldn’t he?  Especially since the latter had been the one to ask, it would be rude if he simply shot him down with no explanation…

He kept pouting for a moment more, staring down the strands falling between his eyes, before he sighed:

"Look at it, it’s starting to look like…  The way it was back then.”

Mob blinked back owlishly, head tilted slightly in confusion.

“…You know, when we first met…” slowly added Teru: “…when I tried to kill you.”

“Oh right…  I almost forgot about that.”

“What do you mean you…  Never mind…” As it was, almost half the people Mob knew had tried to kill him at some point or another.  In fact it was almost reassuring to know that Mob didn’t seem to dwell on that too much.

The silence returned. Teru wondered how he should keep going, because he knew he had more to say, but he was unsure of how to continue, how to best voice these thoughts…

Life metaphorically threw him a life line in the form of Mob asking:  "You still think about that?”

Teru took a small moment to feel proud of his friend for having successfully read the atmosphere. Whether he’d gotten better at it in general, or had simply learned to read Teru specifically, it was still progress.

“Of course I do!” Exclaimed Teru, a little offended. “It was one of the most important days in my life!”

“Why?” Asked Mob.  It was blunt, but not dishonest.

Teru sputtered: “What do you mean why?? Because I met you, because it was the first time someone beat some sense into me, because you made me realize I wasn’t all that I thought I was, that everyone including me are just commoners trying to make things work, and that I had to change…  That’s important to me.”

Mob seemed to consider this for a moment, before he nodded:  "That does make sense.“

The rather plain reaction gave rise to more questions within Teru, and he wondered whether he should press or not.  He ends up doing so:  "Kageyama-kun, is it…  Not, important to you?”

Mob hummed, tilting his head thoughtfully:  "I wouldn’t say it’s unimportant.  Just that there are many more things that happened with you since then that are more important.“

"Like… What?”  Teru scrambled his brain to find anything of the like, but he had a hard time imagining it.

“Well.  Like the time you helped me save my brother.  The times we’ve studied together, or gone to watch movies.  That time when my house burned down and you wanted to help me find my parents.  Or that time we went shopping together, and you picked out that shirt for me…  Even if no one else thought it looked nice.”

Teru couldn’t help but grumble a little at that last part.  The shirt had been nice, damn it!

“But why?” He couldn’t help but ask:  "A lot of those are completely normal things, why would those be more important to you?“

Mob stopped, and Teru had gone a few steps ahead before noticing.  He turned back and, recognizing the look on Mob’s face, moved to stand closer as he waited.  He knew that expression well:  it was the one Mob took when he was thinking hard, his usual blank stare now unfocused, a small crease appearing on his forehead.

Once he’d gathered the thoughts and properly turned them into words, he looked up to Teru and slowly said:

"It’s because those are the moments where it’s most obvious that you’ve changed.  Because you’re being a good friend.  A good person.”

Those words hit him deep. …Did he really deserve to be called those things?  A friend?  A good person?  Then again, Mob certainly wouldn’t say it without reason…

Teru opened his mouth to answer, but Mob didn’t leave him the chance:  "So that’s why I don’t understand why you’re worried about your hair. It might look the same, but we both know that you aren’t.“

The other boy shrugged a little, now at a bit of a loss.  How should he put this…

”…I guess it is kind of ridiculous.  But I can’t help but associate that with the way I was back then, and I’m scared that… What if that’s still how others see me? What if it’s still how you see me? I’ve been horrible, so I wouldn’t blame them for that, but it still hurts…  So I’ve been keeping my hair short to separate myself from that, but it keeps growing back…“

"If people think that, then they’re wrong, or they haven’t been paying attention,” suddenly cut Mob:  "The fact that you’re worried about that proves it.“

Teru was…  Honestly left rather speechless.  He’d thought it had been just a little thing, something he could ignore and get over on his own, but now…  With Mob proving it wrong so bluntly, with so little hesitation… The weight was off Teru’s shoulders, and only now could he appreciate how heavy it had been.

Teru laughed:

”…You know what Kageyama-kun?  You’re absolutely right!  This is exactly why our friendship matters so much to me…"

Now it was Mob’s turn to be struck speechless.

“…Its not that great really…  It’s just something Shishou told me…”

“That doesn’t surprise me.  Your shishou’s so wise!”

Mob agreed with a nod, happy as always to see others agree with him about Reigen:  "He said that people are like trees.  They may look the same on the outside, but everyday they’re growing and changing and becoming slightly different.  Even if you can’t tell, it’s wrong to assume people will always be the same, and even if they wanted to, it’s impossible for them to go back to their previous states…  Or something like that.“

Teru’s eyes drifted to the row of alders lining the street:  "Like trees, huh?”  He murmured pensively.  It was a fair analogy.  Growing was normal, changing was normal…  Trees didn’t shrink, and neither did people…  Or well, not until they got really old they didn’t.

“Thank you, Kageyama-kun.”

“Ah…  For what?  I didn’t do much…”

“You gave me advice. That’s important to me.”  He inhaled deeply:  “You’re important to me.”

“O- oh.” There was a moment of quiet tension, before he answered:  “You’re important to me too.”

They shared a smile.  Until they simultaneously remembered they’d been heading somewhere, before having stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

And so they kept on walking, with Mob glad he’d been able to successfully support his friend, and Teru thinking that if his hair wanted to change along with him, then why not let it.  That wasn’t what mattered most anyway.

mizjoely said: would love something slightly dark but still romantic sherlolly

Sherlock stared down at the tiny pathologist standing before him, the shiny, black gun in her hand pointed firmly at his chest.

Betrayal lanced through him, leaving only a gaping hole where his heart should have been.

Funny. He’d honestly believed he didn’t have one.

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way, Sherlock,” she muttered quietly, her gaze never leaving his.

“And it doesn’t have to!” he pleaded, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “I will ask Mycroft for assistance. He can hide you, Molly-”

“It’s not that simple! You can’t just walk away from James Moriarty, Sherlock. You of all people should know that.”

Sherlock stepped forward slowly and extended his arm, palm up, silently begging her to accept his help.

The weapon in her hand wavered slightly, betraying her reluctance to pull the trigger.

“Please, Molly. I can keep you safe. I promise.”

Her eyes shifted between his face and his hand, and he could discern the exact moment that she made her decision.

Lowering the gun to her side, she hesitantly placed her fingers in his.

“Okay.”

“Goodnight,” Oswald says, his voice sleepy and small, gentle like it only is when he’s speaking to Ed alone in their room. He’s in a t-shirt and light pajama pants, what he wears when it’s just cold enough that their comforter and Ed’s arms around him aren’t quite enough to stave off the autumn chill. He hears Ed say it back distantly, like he’s in another world, and as Oswald drifts off into sleep, he thinks that he may as well be, because he’s so tired that nothing quite feels real anymore. Perhaps watching movies until one a.m. wasn’t as good an idea as it originally seemed to be, but after a long day, some cuddling with popcorn in between them and their hands intertwined sounded like heaven.

It’s difficult to get to sleep, and as he is lingering between that state of heavy-eyed longing and blissful sleeping, Ed’s mind is going a mile a minute. When they first got together, it was through a kiss, not through words. He doesn’t know if Oswald is ready for “I love you” yet. It hasn’t been long since that first kiss they shared, after all. But Ed feels like he will always be the kind of person to love quickly. He had loved Kristen before they were ever together, and he had loved Isabella after hours. And now he loves Oswald wholeheartedly, perhaps unconditionally, after a week of dating. Is this too soon?

The heart keeps its own time, he had told Oswald, concerning Isabella.

No, it isn’t too soon.

He can tell when Oswald falls asleep because his breaths become heavier. He knows how rough a day it had been for him, and perhaps he should let him sleep, but this can’t wait. Ed really isn’t the kind of person to wait for these kinds of things, and he certainly can’t let himself get cowardly in the morning and not say it. No, now is the right time. Now is the only time.

“Os, wake up,” he whispers into his ear. He pulls his arm out from around him to prop himself up and looks down at the dark-haired man with the eyes whose beauty swallows Ed whole.

Oswald’s disgruntled groan is answer enough to what he thinks about the timing of this, but he hasn’t yet heard what Ed has to say. “What?” he asks, less kindly than he had said Goodnight less than fifteen minutes ago.

“Can I tell you a riddle?” His voice is excited now, and Oswald is confused by it. Whatever he is excited about, Os is sure that he can wait until morning. It better be one hell of an important riddle.

“Yes, sure, whatever, but please do it quickly. I’m exhausted,” he says. Perhaps that’s over-exaggerated. Perhaps it’s not. Either way, he wants to go to sleep, and he had been enjoying having Ed’s arms around him, keeping him warm.

Ed’s heart is pounding so hard, and he remembers how this is how every moment almost felt with Kristen. With Isabella, it had come too simply, maybe, and with Kristen too difficult. But with Oswald, it feels right, if a bit scary.

“Okay. I can’t be bought, but I can be stolen with one glance,” he tells him, reciting the familiar riddle. “I’m worthless to one but priceless to two. What am I?”

It only takes a moment for Os to answer, “Love. You already told me this one.” He doesn’t have time for this. He begins to get comfortable again, waiting for Ed’s arm to go back around him. He would say goodnight again in a moment, when Ed lays back down, and they could face the next day tired as hell because he wouldn’t let them get to sleep.

Ed doesn’t stop him from getting comfortable again, and he does put an arm back around him. But he leans close again and tells him in his softest voice, “But this time it’s because I love you.”

It doesn’t process for a moment. But when it does, Oswald’s heart leaps. He swears it’s gone past the sun, past the stars, into the nothingness of the universe, and then has fallen right back and brought with it a supernova. He’s feeling that star exploding in his stomach, but it’s a good feeling, a warming feeling. A beginning.

There is nothing more to say than, “I love you, too, Ed,” and nothing more to feel but that same love, and the relief that the man behind him can’t see the goofy grin taking up his entire face.

It’s a while before either of them get to sleep, even though neither of them say another word. And in the morning, when their eyes are heavy, they don’t wonder if any of it was worth it. It was.

Adrinette Jealous Adrien

Okay I had this idea after the amazing last episode, so just hear me out.

Imagine if one day there’s a male Chinese transfer student. Marinette being the little cinnamon roll she is wants to introduce herself and become friends, but he the poor guy doesn’t speak French that we’ll so she goes and gets Adrien to translate for her. Adrien of course agrees to help. While Marinette is introducing herself the Chinese student asks Adrien if she has a boyfriend. Adrien is flabbergasted and a bit mad that he asked that so for the rest of the conversation Adrien keeps adding my boyfriend whenever Marinette said his name and adding his own little comments about how he should stay away from Marinette if he knew what was good for him. Needless to say that by the end of the conversation the poor boy was throughly terrified of Adrien.

I know it’s stupid but I think it’s a cute idea that needs better wording

Okay story time about one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me:

 So one time I finally found the courage within me to tell this guy I was head over heels in love with him and had been for the past year. Long story short, he told me he’d kind of suspected it, but that he wasn’t interested in me. (I did more or less see that coming, but I really wanted to tell him in any case so I could move on).  I cried quite a lot that day, and I don’t think I ever really talked to him again after that. HOWEVER, the next day when we had school one of my best friends came up to me with a plastic bag in their hand, hugged me and said “don’t worry, someday you’ll find a lovely guy who will like you back” and then handed me the bag and said “and in the mean time, this should help.See you in the break!” ,Inside the bag were 15 bars of chocolate. That was the moment I knew the friendship would last much longer than the crush.

Do you ever wistfully think about Sam and Bucky’s first kiss though? This has been plaguing me for days, I can’t get it out of my head.

I feel like the first time Sam and Bucky kiss (if we’re sticking with the unfortunate mess that is canon) is long after they’ve fucked. I feel like they would’ve been fuck buddies and Bucky would’ve had some no kissing on the mouth, no staying the night rule bc “that’s not what this is about,” and when Sam asks what it’s about Bucky goes down on him and that’s that.

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…If people want to they can totally add EraserMight into Mighty Parents. Toshinori and Aizawa are dating, and he feels he should tell Inko this. At some point they become friends, and he trusts and respects and puts a lot of stock in what she thinks. She’s important to him, and he understands there’s a world she doesn’t belong in with her son. He’s the bridge actually. 

And when he and Aizawa start dating it’s clumsy and what not. He actually seeks Inko’s help because she’s been in the field before, and no, he doesn’t tell her why and skirts around his reasons for months. Something tells me her mom senses are tingling, and she ends up figuring he has someone and doesn’t want to tell her. Which she accepts.

One day Toshinori, “We have to visit the Midoriya household.”

“What?” Aizawa asks, “Why?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Inko opens the door, and there they are, not hand in hand. Closer than what anyone would suspect, and she knows instantly. “Oh, you’re Izuku’s teacher, I was hoping to meet you,” she scolds Toshinori for keeping them both waiting, and that she already knew he was dating but wasn’t sure.

Yeah, Aizawa is a total grump, and Toshinori tells him to be nice. There’s no problem here. Inko sweeps him off his feet, and he’s instantly charmed. They talk about cats. The guy loves cats, and overall, the experience is 95% perfect. Eventually, an alarm will go off, and Aizawa will have to go save the day.

“Ah, he’s a nice man. Good for you, Toshinori.”
“!!! What do you mean-Aizawa and I are colleagues.”
“Colleagues my buns. You couldn’t stop touching each other.” By touching soft, domestic kind of touching. They are so in love.

EXO react to their dancer girlfriend practicing

NOTE: This was a bit challenging for me to interpret, but I think I know what you mean dear. Nonetheless, do enjoy! TT

*Gifs do not belong to me. Credit where it belongs.

Xiumin: He would find this incredibly cute and endearing. While his girlfriend is practicing her dance positions, he would smile to himself, quietly observing and becoming wholly engrossed in how adorable she is. If one day, she was practicing to herself while making dinner, not taking notice, Minseok would embrace her suddenly, taking her by surprise, mid position, now embraced in a complete back-hug. Chuckling at how adorable this whole scene has played out, he would say: “Jagi, you’re so cute. You should practice more often!” Succeeding his praises would be playful kisses to the side of her face. If she wanted to show him her poses while cleaning/cooking, he would just applaud her constantly, genuinely impressed and charmed. 

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Luhan: Luhan might actually find this…sexy, to be blunt. As his girlfriend is demonstrating her dance poses for him while in the midst of cooking, his captivated smile would slowly morph into a seductive smirk the more he watches her switching between poses. “You know babe…your poses are really good…why don’t you come over here and show me more?” he would smoothly beckon her, inviting her to sit upon his lap. Even if she’s in the middle of cooking, he would find a way to commence in a sensual make out session at the minimum. If Luhan caught her practicing to herself while cleaning, this might allure him even more. He would sneak up to her, placing his hands on her sides amorously. “You look amazing baobei. Show me more.”  

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BONUS: While I was searching for gifs, I found this beauty. So, let’s just take a moment to appreciate Lulu’s hip swivel since we’re on the topic on dancing. 

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Kris: Now, normally, the moment Kris catches glimpse of his girlfriend practicing her poses, he would probably react similarly to Luhan; becoming allured. But, since this is dancing, we all know how much of a dancer Kris is, or at least claims he is. With this in mind, he would probably end up challenging his girlfriend to a dance competition. “Think you’re good? Prove it. Against me,” he would assert huskily, as he commences in showcasing his “dance prowess.” This is all in good fun, so he knows he’ll get beat, but he just wants to be playful, since he finds her dancing to herself to be incredibly cute and adorable. Now afterwards, is when he might start getting flirtatious. “Come on. Let’s finish this upstairs,” he would say lowly, proceeding to kiss her rapturously. 

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Suho: He’ll find this really adorable as all. He may find it innocent in truth. Suho will be sure to be very vocal about how charming he finds his girlfriend’s antics to be. She would be practicing her pointe while in the kitchen, preparing dinner, and he would stride in unexpectedly grinning uncontrollably, “So good jagi! Your dancing is getting better everyday!” he would remark heartily. He would then urge her to continue with her practice, watching intently with palpable fascination. No matter whether she was showcasing her skills for him or to herself, Joonmyun will always be sure to give her a saccharine encouragement and watch for himself. This may stir some curiosity for Joonmyun, so he may want to go to her dance practices and see her whole routine. 

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Lay: Similar to Suho, Lay would also find this very cute and captivating. He would probably be able to relate to his girlfriend since he is a dancer himself. He would smile warmly the moment he catches glimpse of her practicing her kicks to herself. Once she finishes, he would clap softly, still retaining his elated smile. “That was wonderful baobei,” he would praise her affectionately. Yixing would ask her if she could practice for him a little more often, since he would find it highly enjoyable. If she asked for it, he would happily give her advice if she felt that she needed the improvement. Also like Suho, I could see Yixing wanting to accompany her to her dance practices if she desires this of course. 

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Baekhyun: He would find this highly amusing. The moment Baek enters the kitchen, only to find his girlfriend testing out her kicks, he would smirk to himself, only waiting until she is finished to say something. “Well damn babe! If you wanted a live audience to watch you, you could just ask! I could arrange something,” he would chime while attempting to conceal his smirk just to accentuate the enormity of the situation of her lack of audience. He may be slightly turned on with this also, depending on the day. If he catches her once more practicing her pointe to herself, he may just stalk over towards her surreptitiously, while landing a playful smack on her butt, much to her surprise. He would smirk mischievously at this, “I had to babe. You were practically asking for it with the way you were bent over.” 

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Chen: “So instead of making dinner…this is what you do instead?” Jongdae would snicker audibly, probably startling his girlfriend in this process. In actuality, he finds her really cute while she’s practicing to herself, but he wants to have a little fun with her, by lightly teasing her. “Let’s make this interesting, how about you show me your whole routine, and if I’m impressed, I’ll make dinner. If not, you gotta pick up where you left off babe,” he would offer, smirking with a devilish glimmer passing over his eyes, anticipating what she’ll do next. If she manages to impress Jongdae, possibly turning him on in the process, he’ll admit her triumph and set to work on cooking. “Alright, you win, that was really sexy after all jagi,” he would remark while permitting a light squeeze to her butt. However, if she fails in impressing him, he’ll snicker while waving a finger at her. “You’re gonna have to try harder next time babe. But that was a pretty good attempt. Since I’m not completely harsh, I’ll give you a treat later on….tonight. How ‘bout that?”

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Chanyeol: Upon first glance, he would be a bit confused. Yeol would just stand there, not even making an effort to keep himself clandestine and just bluntly stare at his girlfriend with a befuddled expression. ‘Why is she stretching her leg like that?!’ he would wonder, slightly amazed at her flexibility. Then, finally it would all hit him and he would exclaim a series of “oh’s” stridently, successfully gathering her attention. “You’re practicing! Babe! You’re amazing!” he would proclaim, lucidly bedazzled by her exceptional practice routine. In fact, Chanyeol would probably completely forget about dinner and would just want to watch her more, not once getting tired by her various kicks and shuffles. If he gets really eager, he would probably end up declaring a dance off against her, in the end allowing her victory. He’ll place an affectionate kiss upon her check afterwards. “My jagi is better then me at dancing!”

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D.O: Enraptured, Kyungsoo would admire his girlfriend’s antics from a distance. He wouldn’t want to infringe on her practicing, but instead revere her from afar. Smiling softly to himself, Kyungsoo would intake every kick and pointe his girlfriend practices while preparing dinner. Striding up towards her for a passionate back hug, he would murmur to her: “Beautiful jagi.” He would peck her lips softly, still retaining his cordial smile. “How about I finish making dinner? You can continue practicing for me,” he would offer softly, much to her gratitude. Kyungsoo would commence in finishing where his lady left off in her cooking, while observing her practicing intently with reticence. Afterwards, he would approach her stealthily, hands ghosting to her waist as he commences in kissing her with fervor. “You should practice for me more often jagi,” he would murmur, now entangling his digits within her filaments. “I’ll look forward to it.”

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Tao: Tao would probably take this opportunity to take a few snapshots/video clips for himself. While his girlfriend is practicing pointe to herself, he would keep himself covert while taking a few snapshots and eventually reveling himself to her. “Baobei! You look just as perfect on my phone!” he would exclaim, showing her how he has set her practicing pointe as his new lock screen wallpaper. If she was okay with it, he would want to post a video clip of her practicing on his Instagram sharing it with his fans proudly. He would want his lady’s skill to be known. “Keep practicing! I want more footage! This is great!” he would request as if he has taken the role of an eccentric director. Tao would probably brag to other members on how perfect his baobei is. He may invest some time in the future to go to her upcoming dance practices and get some more photos and footage for himself to admire in the future. 

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Kai: While Jongin would find this very cute and adorable, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from imputing his advice into this scenario. “Your kicks are pretty good jagi,” he would comment as he carefully observes his girlfriend’s techniques. He would view this in a more ‘professional’ manner. “I know some good techniques to improve kicks, wanna try them?” he would offer benignly, very much eager to assist his girlfriend during her practice. He would be very patient and steady when teaching her his tips and tricks for improving kicks. In fact, Kai would probably become so engrossed in his girlfriend’s dancing that dinner would become merely an afterthought for him. Afterwards, he would chuckle to himself prompting his girlfriend to query him on what’s funny. He would respond softly: “I…like dancing with you, let’s do it more often.” He would love going to her dance practices and possibly taking place in them. 

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Sehun: Highly amused, Sehun would just stand there with a devious smirk upon his features as he eyes his girlfriend intently as she practices her kicks in the midst of making dinner. “So…are we not going to eat or something?” he would inquire teasingly, wanting to make his presence known. As she stops, slightly abashed he would remark slyly, “no no, keep doing what you were doing. I like it.” Casting the thought of dinner away for a brief moment, he would just take these moments to admire his girlfriend’s dancing techniques, using the kitchen as her domain to practice. He would constantly make remarks with each move she performs: “not bad, keep going jagi,” “damn babe…that was pretty much perfect,” “getting hungry? No? Me neither, I’d rather watch this.” Similar to Tao, depending on how impressed he is, Sehun may send footage of his girlfriend practicing to some of the other members commenting on how amazing she is. After she finishes her little show, he would stride towards her with a lascivious gaze locked upon her, only to kiss her zealously, hands wandering all over her lower half. She’ll have to remind him of dinner only to receive his reply of: “let’s save dinner for later. I’ve got something better in mind that we could do.”

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Hope you enjoyed lovelies! Have a scenario for me? Be sure to send me more asks, as I enjoy fulfilling your fantasies~

~Momo❀

How to Lose A POT in 7 Days

I had asked once whether I should have one daddy or two. The universe had answered me clearly and emphatically. I didn’t listen and instead continued to wonder. In its infinite patience, the universe decided to try to answer me again and I think I’ve got it. I think last week I finally learned my lesson: only ask the universe questions you are prepared to have answered. 

The previous week had felt a little surreal. We’d had our first date on Sunday where he’d given me a gift and a promise that he would invest in my business. I thought it was a scam until the next day when he took the first steps to make good on his promise. He had spent more money on me in the course of a day than my previous SD would in 2 weeks. What was more, he acted as if the mone didn’t matter. Prices didn’t matter, only my happiness did. Every time I tried to thank him, to try and ask him what I could give in return, or discuss what I wanted to do to make sure he knew I appreciated his gifts, he turned me down. There were no strings attached. He didn’t do this because he wanted something from me. I didn’t owe him anything. He believed in me and my dreams. I thought I was dreaming. This type of man didn’t truly exist.

What made him precious to me was his complete acceptance of my personality. The things that ran other men off, he told me he found them charming. He seemed patient and understanding.

On our third date in three days, he took me to an upscale restaurant. It was the nicest place that I had ever eaten in. The conversation flowed easier than the wine and was more diverse than the 5 courses we’d each chosen. I agreed over dinner to help him build a website for his business. It was the least I could do for him after all he’d done for me.

We didn’t see each other the following day but did text quite a bit. The day after he was at my door not long after sunrise. He’d agreed to give me a ride to an area fairly close to where my family lived. I wouldn’t have to take the commuter train as long as I could leave in the early morning. I am not a morning person. He noticed. As a matter of fact, he cheered my lethargic mind when he asked for directions to the highway and then told me to veg out. Finally, a man that didn’t need me to talk to and entertain him first thing in the morning. 

The clock struck midnight and a new year began. We agreed that we would spend the next New Year’s Eve together. 

We text a bit on Friday but the conversation wasn’t what it had been. He had offered to give me a ride home but added a condition: if I wasn’t going to talk I had to find someone else to take me. I was confused but nonchalant. I never traveled anywhere without knowing at least 2 different ways to get home. I told him that was fine. I could make my own way home. It became clear that he was just joking when he stopped our round of witty banter to make sure I knew he was just being playful. 

I had my very first WYP date on Saturday but text him when I got home*. He asked how I felt about spending the following night at his place. I agreed until I realized that I had spent three nights away from home and what I wanted most was to sleep in my own bed. I turned down his invitation but agreed to his idea of a sleepover with caveats. I then asked about the ride he was supposed to provide me the next day. What time did he want to meet up?

He avoided my question and instead asked what my caveats were. I only had one really. I wasn’t ready for sex. I had met him earlier that week. If he were an SD that had provided a full allowance, I may have made an exception. But he was not an SD. He was a man on Tinder that I had chosen to go the spoiled girlfriend route with*. The SD/SB relationship moves faster than the typical relationship does, which may be the reason most tend to be short lived. I was taking the more traditional route and traditionally, normally I never slept with men I’d known a week. He’d been so patient and understanding that I knew, I was truly confident that this wouldn’t be an issue.

I told him I had only one caveat. I wasn’t ready for any funny business. I used an old fashioned term in an attempt to keep things both light and lady like. He was free to and had used expletives around me but I had yet to use one around him.

He asked if I was a child. I joke that I was. Well he wasn’t, he replied. I told him that was awesome for him. I bet he didn’t have a curfew. I then received a long text message. He was a good guy and thought I was a very interesting woman but all of my talk of equal exchanges between people weren’t translating into actions. He’d given so much and all I’d done was take. What, if anything, had I given him? And he didn’t just mean physically! He had been kind enough to out of his way to give me a ride and I had been so rude in not speaking to him! This wasn’t going in a direction that he liked. After two weeks of communication, I was either attracted to him or I wasn’t. Clearly something was missing and he wished me the best for my future. 

I was stunned. Absolutely flabbergasted. I stared at my phone, mouth agape, on my mother’s sofa, and tried to figure out where I went wrong. 

Did a week of talk on tinder and a few texts before a date count? Did the week that I had actually known him count? Did those two add up to be a perfectly acceptable amount of time to know someone well enough to want to sleep with them? We had met in person a full 6 days ago. Was I crazy in thinking that it was too soon? And WHY did men always say they were good guys as if we had a way to confirm that? My emotionally abusive ex boyfriend said and I’m sure still says that he’s a good guy. I’m sure my rapist says he’s a good guy. I’m sure his wife agrees. Our mutual friends do. What does saying you’re a good guy prove?

Take but not give? Every time I had tried to show my thanks, he had turned me down. No strings attached, he’d said. He was doing this because he believed in me, he’d said. I had gifted him a painting. We were supposed to pick out the farme the next week. I had agreed to put together a website for him. What else did he need? Did he get amnesia when sex was taken off the table? 

I called. He was in a snit, I thought, and would surely see reason if it was presented it to him. This could be easily fixed. 

Except he didn’t see reason. He didn’t understand why when he had dropped me off at home after our shopping excursion (the one that occurred the day after I met him) I hadn’t invited him into my home. He didn’t understand anything I said. In fact, nothing I said was logical to him. I was just saying things to make myself feel better about my current predicament. 

I got off the phone swiftly after that. I recognized that line. The abusive ex had used it frequently. I would not have it used on me again. I would not be gas lighted. But I couldn’t just let him go. He had a Bentley for gods sake. And he’d spent so much money so quickly. I continued to text to try and plead my case. I came to my senses when he said he wanted a woman who would throw her feelings of caution to the wind because of how much she wanted him. 

Did that mean that every time I felt uncomfortable, my feelings for him and my gratitude for all of the “no strings attached” things that he’d done for me should take precedence? I could never say no? I could never say I wasn’t ready? Did I want a man like that? One that disregarded my feelings and held what he’d done for me over my head while making me feel like I hadn’t earned them. No, I didn’t. 

I stopped texting. I don’t know if he’s said anything to me since then as I’ve blocked his number. 

I was angry and hurt and confused. Angry that he’d had the audacity to leave me because I wasn’t ready for sex. Hurt because I thought he was different. He had seemed so amazing. His actions up to this point had reassured me that this wasn’t a scam. I was confused. His gas lighting hadn’t been completely ineffective. I was questioning myself and I had thought I was past the point where those tactics worked on me. Would I always be a victim?

I wanted to mope. I wanted to descend into a long pity party. Instead, I had a glass of wine, wrote a blog post, and slept on it. I woke up the next morning determined. I would make it without him. The advice I’d written  the previous night was right, I should try to keep a man that didn’t want to be kept. Rihanna was right*- it was raining men. I posted an ad on craigslist and started swiping right on Tinder. I’d go on a minimum of two POT dates this week and set the ground work for the following week. 

I would be okay.

I am okay. 

Distractions (Howard Stark)

Y/N walked into the lab as Howard was handling explosive chemicals. He turned around and as he saw her face, he dropped the small test tube which caused a small explosive to take place.

“Are you alright?” She asked him and ran towards him. He coughed, as she helped him up. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He told her. “If that’s how you handle polycarbonyl, then I think I should find another job.” She laughed and he chuckled.

“I’m not usually like this, sorry about that.” He chuckled nervously. “It’s fine, I those kind of days.” She smiled at the ground. “Are you nervously.” He asked her. “Well, it’s not everyday a girl like me gets to work with the Howard Stark.” She told him.

“What do you mean by ‘a girl like you’?” He asked. She began to blush, “Nothing, sir.” She told him. “Sir? That’s a bit formal, call me Howard.” He smiled at her.  “What shall I call you?” he asked her. “My name is Y/N.” She told him. “So, shall we begin with a tour, Y/N?” He asked her.

She nodded, and they began to walk. “So, this is one of my prized possessions.” He told her. She admired the structure as Howard looked at her in awe. Y/N waited for him to tell her more about his invention, but he was silent.

“Shall we continue?” She asked him, and he came back to reality. “Yes.” He nodded and they continued to walk down the large lab room. “What about this one?” She asked excitingly.

“That, is not quite finished yet. See, the technology to complete it, doesn’t exist yet.” He told her. “In a few years, hopefully, I’ll be able to finish it.” He said and she smiled.

“That’s exciting.” She told him and he nodded. “Part of being a scientist.” He told her. “And this one?” She asked him. “That one…” He trailed off, not being to remember what the invention was about…or when he made it…or why.

“What about that one?” Y/N asked. “I just finished that one last week, it….” He couldn’t remember. “I’m sorry, I’m just distracted.” He apologized. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t hav-”

“It not your fault.” He quickly told her and she smiled at him. “Do you want to get some lunch?” He asked her.

I like to imagine that Ivan wants to propose to Alfred, but has no idea if it should be private or public, or what the ring should look like, or if Alfred would even want to be married. So one day, he sitting on the couch completely silent and Alfred can tell he’s really thinking about something and asks him what he’s thinking about and Ivan mutters, “I want you to marry me,”

Then Alfred just goes, “Okay, sounds good. I’ll go tell my parents I’m getting hitched,” and then Ivan realizes what he said and stands up and shouts, “No, no, not yet, it has to be perfect!”

Alfred just laughs and goes, “It already was,”