look at me objectifying a man


‘this is team free will. one ex-blood junkie, one dropout with 6 bucks to his name, and mr. comatose over there. awesome.’

@halfawinchester @dont-objectify-me @dianaxwinchester @the-flannel-hunter @littlest-winchester

  • me: *sees a girl*
  • lesbian me: damnnnnnn she's so hot!!!!!
  • feminist me: woah man you shouldn't objectify her like that she is more than just her looks
  • lesbian me: aw shit sorry dude what i meant to say was 'damnnnnnn she looks like a wonderful person with many interesting hobbies and talents that i would love to spend an afternoon at a dog park with!!!!!'

anonymous asked:

Whoa wait what? Can you elaborate? I always thought Erika and Matt were alright! I've been reading their stuff for years

“god it’s so sexy when women TURN INTO MEN ugh so hot wait why are you angry i’m just trying to say that i want to fuck you #kinky”

“aren’t all of these [SLUR] going to murder us both if they see you with a MAN?? are we in DANGER here at pride?? i’m legitimately frightened wait look over there lets loudly objectify strangers in public AT PRIDE haha #couplegoals”

“tasting myself makes me gay har har hyuck”

“why won’t you objectify strangers out loud with me anymore dont you remember the fun we had at pride”

Drunk-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by viciousam

Characters: Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Word Count: 698

Warnings: alcohol?

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: you help a drunk Stiles(based on a request)

(A/N) I want to apologize in advance, I may not be posting as regularly as I do for a while, I am going through a rough patch right now.

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Imagine Dean wearing glasses

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Will you stop objectifying me?”

Dean sent you a barely stern look and you shrugged. 

“Fine, it’s not my fault those glasses do it for me,” you muttered with a hidden smile. 

The hunter thanked you and the two of you continued to walk side by side. It was quiet for a few steps until you let out a soft sigh. Dean rolled his eyes and asked you what was wrong.

“Nothing - nothing. Just thinking..that’s all.” You smiled over at the handsome man and damn you straight to hell, because things were popping in your head. 

“I’m good. Professor Winchester,” you whispered quietly. Dean must have not heard, because he kept walking and you just chuckled.

The two of you get to the cabin and Dean drew out his gun, giving you a mischievous smile. “Listen sweetheart, if you need to learn a thing or two - about a thing or two. Well, my door is always open for students.”

You stopped in your tracks and smirked wide at the man, who strolled on over to the cabin - a knowing grin on his face. 

Shit, you could learn a thing or two - about a thing or two.


Luke Alvez Drabble

Requested: Yes. @milkandcookies528 : 24 and 41 with luke please!!!😘

Prompts: 24. “Just play along.” 41. “You call that a kiss?”

Walking down the street and to your local coffee shop wasn’t usually a thing that you looked forward to. Almost every single time you’d get yelled at with crude comments about your body and you were highly objectified. Today was no different, except the guy actually followed you into the coffee shop. “I’m not interested,” you spoke confidently, as the man continued to harass you whilst you were ordering your usual. “If you just give me your number baby girl, I won’t disappoint.” the disgusting man continued to speak as you sighed and tried to ignore his comments.

“Hey, babe!” a voice spoke behind you, which caused both you and the man to turn around. You shot the handsome man a confused look, as he raced over to you and placed his arm around your waist. “There you are, you’re late for our breakfast date,” he spoke out pulling you into a hug, subtly whispering in your ear. “Just play along,” you smiled and tightened your grip on his toned body as he turned back to the man that was still staring. He looked back down at you and placed a simple kiss on your lips, his hands cupping your face. The man was long gone before you broke the kiss, and you grabbed your coffee from the counter before swivelling back around to the tall man that had just saved you from a whole lot of cat-calling. “Thank you, you literally just saved me from that guy,” you whispered looking down at your feet. “No worries. I’m Luke, by the way,” he spoke, taking your hand in his, shaking it lightly. “Y/N.” you smiled as he stared at your features. “I’m not going to lie, you’re handsome and all but… you call that a kiss?” you smirked up at the man as he gave you a light chuckle, “Well, maybe if you let me take you out to dinner sometime, I can show you how I really kiss.” he smoothly replied, causing you to smile. “I’d like that,” you replied walking with him, exiting the coffee shop, before parting ways.

Why aren’t more black women in rap videos?

 I’m not talking about the really light-skinned or racially ambiguous women either. I mean black women who are visibly black. Those who are brown and dark-skinned. The ones with natural hair, braids, dreadlocks, and broad features. Why don’t we ever see them be “sexy” in music videos with black men? There’s a difference between being sexy and vulgarized. When light-skinned and non-black women are plastered in these videos for aesthetics, they are made to be sensual. When darker-skinned women are shown once in every blue moon, all you see are their butts or skin; never their faces.

 Whenever it’s brought up, we are gaslighted. We’re asked if we really want to be in an environment that sexually degrades us. Of course we don’t. That’s not what we are asking. We are asking to be shown as just as sexy, carefree and beautiful as the non-black women in these videos. We know the difference between men objectifying women and glorifying them. And we are not glorified. Many black men’s excuse is that they don’t want to see us objectified, so they spare us the burden by using white and non-black women. I find that malarkey. The real reason is simple: They just don’t want us to be sexy. They don’t want us to have agency over our own bodies and sexuality. It’s a form of control. It’s jealousy. It’s possession. It’s misogynoir.

 Black men have no problem sexualizing us when it’s convenient. A Twitter user said the words I’ve been thinking: if you’re going to sexualize us, at least pay us. We hardly see dark-skinned and black female sex-workers put in the same light as lighter-skinned and non-black women. They refuse to pay us to be sexy. They want us to be sexy for free. Whenever they think of black women, all they think of is our bodies and looks. When someone asks why they love black women, they always go for features associated with black womanhood like big butts, curves, full lips, and kinkier hair texture. I refuse to believe it’s because most find us “ugly” or “undesirable.” Many do, but that’s mainly because of white supremacy, not actually believing we’re unattractive. Because notice, as soon as someone like Teyana Taylor is deemed acceptable for the mainstream, you have black men posting pictures of her calling her “sexy.” Teyana has big lips, dark-brown skin, and a broad nose. Years ago, she was mocked for her role in that Tyler Perry movie where she was saying “BYRONNNNN!” in that exaggerated AAVE. Now because she’s popular and people say she’s attractive, the same men calling women who look like Teyana “hideous” are calling Teyana “goals.” The same with Taral Hicks from A Bronx Tale and Belly. If she wasn’t glorified and made to be the most beautiful thing in DMX’s 1998 film, Kodak Black would have looked at her as just any other “ugly d*rkie.” Black men can cut the crap. Just say you hate us but want the benefit of controlling us at the same time.

 It’s the same logic as how white men hate white women but have no problem fucking them. They’re even attracted to them. It’s the same with black men and black women intraracially. The only difference is, pretending we’re ugly by default keeps us under their control. If we have low self-esteem or are suppressed by looks, then we can’t be “above” black men. One minute black women are “ugly” and “manly,” the next minute black men are on a Hotep spiel on how we’re more “fragile” than “the black man.” So my theory is that there is truth to what black men say about rather seeing other men’s women “objectified” than their own. Trust me, it doesn’t make me feel any better. It is not flattering or moving to me. I am disgusted. However, I can’t help but laugh. Most black men don’t genuinely find non-black women better than black women, they just find them easier to control anti-blackness than if they were men. It’s still misogyny, they just have less power. Black men either find black women’s bodies vulgar and “offensive,” or so “sexy,” they don’t want us to be the object of desire to non-black men. Especially white men.

 That is why black men will call us bedwenches before they call Fredrick Douglas a fuckboy, Eldridge Cleaver a rapist and an abuser, and Martin Luther King a bumbling cheater. The worst atrocity according to black men are black women being raped. Not because it was horrible and a violation of women’s agency and rights, but because “their” woman was touched by “the white man.” I can see a man being angry and hurt that a woman he loves dearly was violated and gravely hurt. But that isn’t the case. When black men speak of slavery, they speak of ire at the fact white men were raping all the black women while black men apparently couldn’t do a damn thing about it. I remember seeing one man on Twitter tweet how white men would take all the “pretty” slaves to sleep with. As if those women consented. Therefore, black men control our sexuality under the guise of “protection.” They claim they want to protect us from white or non-black men when we so as choose to date outside of our race, but I know the truth. They’re just jealous and don’t like the idea of black women being the object of someone else’s gaze. So yes, I do believe the lack of black women in these rappers’ music videos is a reference of many black men’s egos. It’s fun for them to brag about having other races of men’s women but then when it comes to us. they don’t want to brag about us because they know those same men consume hip-hop just as much if not more than all black people combined. 

 Another theory of mine is that black men simply don’t find us pure and beautiful enough to be in their music videos. It’s that simple. It’s okay for light-skinned women to be curvy and shaking their asses. It’s even okay for non-black or mixed race women to do the same thing. But when we do it, it’s “ghetto,” it’s “ratchet,” it’s “ugly.” It’s more “sexy” for these “pure” angels to get “down and dirty” (which is where “down” comes from when it’s to reference understanding the black struggle). Those women will always be seen as “pure” and “beautiful” no matter what, so people love the taboo of “good girls” acting like “hoes,” e.g. dark-skinned and visibly black women.  You can say not all black men feel this way, and I would concur. However, since black men have male privilege and black women do not, I will hold all black men accountable for their misogynoir and erasure of us.

brea-kyle  asked:

I'm sorry for messaging u twice in 1 day BUT I had the greatest gay day coz 2 cute girls smiled at me and I needed to tell someone. Hope ur having a gay ass day as well 🏳️‍🌈😍💜

man let me tell you. when cute girls smile at me or go as far as to objectify me I’m like 😍 dale mami look at me up and down 😍

Project SHIELD pt 6: Babysitter Steve

Pairings: None yet (Eventual Steve x Reader)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.6k

Heads up: @chisatowa @thatawkwardtinyperson @bubbles2416 @thelostpieceofpizza @missallpony1234 @thecynicalnerd @heismyhunter @waywardimpalawriter @misspadfoot02 @flowercrownsandmetallicarms @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @rachelle-on-the-run @i-had-a-life-once @lilasiannerd @transdadlovesyou @aenna-4 @buckyb-avengers @amrita31199 @shamvictoria11 @livforthegames @crazyfangirlk @thelostpieceofpizza @willowtighe @lifelibertyandthepursuitofsleep @prettierthanyou @lowkeybuckytrash @valynsia @anotherotter @potterandbucky @meatballheaven @graysonmalfoy @caitsymichelle13

Originally posted by jigglypuff-mayday-gr

 Three days had passed since you were appointed as the new member of the Avengers. Steve had retreated and regrouped with Sam and doubled his efforts to learn more about you. As they searched for any traces of you, they found none which frustrated Steve even more and it forced him to turn to Natasha for help. To his dismay, even Natasha refused. She said something about the code of spies and that she couldn’t divulge anything about you to him. Steve only rolled his eyes and tried his luck with Clint. Clint also refused to say anything about you and Steve was finally forced to just accept you as a mystery that he would never be able to solve.

Steve was out for a morning run when he had gotten a surprise call from Tony. He was immediately summoned to Stark Towers. Steve quickly ran home, changed and was picked up by Tony.

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Celebrate My Followers and Dean

So Yay! I hit 300 followers, you know what that means? It’s time for my celebrate Dean challenge. Why, because he’s awesome! There’s only a few rules, message me with the Dean quote you’d like, it’s one per quote so may want two options. Fics are due by May 30th. Fics can be smut, fluff, AU, OC, drabble, but they must be Dean fics. You can pair Dean with anyone, use any ship with Dean. If you want to do RP just make sure it’s Jensen Ackles. Label all your triggers and warnings. Tag me @deanjensengirlmaggie and #Deanisawesomechallenge

“Shark week, man. How do you not watch that”

“You’re gonna get me some pie.”

“Don’t objectify me”

“Look around you, man. The world is going in the toilet.”

“Hey, do I really say awesome a lot?”

“Where’s the pie?”

“I will kill you, your children and your grandchildren”

“There ain’t no me, if there ain’t no you.”

“There are times I wanna get slapped during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask. That doesn’t make it a good idea.” @bulletscrossbowpie

“Evil bitch”

“You like my ass”

“A wise man once told me, family doesn’t end in blood, it doesn’t start there either.”

“I’m gonna stuff my pie hole, I’m gonna drink and I’m gonna watch some Asian cartoon porn.”

“I think you pissed off my sandwich”

“Dragon penis” @twdjunkie2

“I’m Batman”

“You’re bidding the moon”

“Don’t make me lick your damn face”

“You don’t want to go fighting ghosts without health insurance.”

“May God save us from all the people who think they’re doing God’s work”

“I know how you look into a mirror and hate what you see”

“But there are times you run and there are times you stand and fight.”

“I think I’m adorable” @cenagirlsrda

“Numbing the pain will make it worse when you finally feel it.” @scarygoodfanfics

“I can’t do it Cas, it’s too big.” @totallypaletrash

“Well when in doubt, eat.”

“Give me the baby before I stab you in your neck.”

“I swear the next person who asks me if I’m okay, I’m going to start throwing punches.”

“People cry, not because they’re weak. It’s because they’ve been strong for too long.” @deanjensengirlmaggie

“You wanna go hunt? I’ll hunt, I’ll kill anything.”

“I wanted you to know, when I do picture myself happy, it’s with you.”

“Nobody cares that you’re broken”

Tags @faith-in-dean @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @nichelle-my-belle @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @dancingalone21 @jotink78 @ilostmyshoe-79 @roxy-davenport @beckawinchester @mamaredd123 @winsmut @impalaimagining @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps @not-moose-one-shots @not-so-natural-spn @sis-tafics @eyes-of-a-disney-princess @madamelibrarian @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @helvonasche @iwantthedean @avasmommy224 @nothin-after-79


Here’s my two cents in reference to boobgate. It’s fucking ridiculous. When I initially saw those Vanity Fair photos I personally didn’t see anything sexual about them at first. Because in general showing a little bit of cleavage isn’t necessarily sexualization. That’s just me, probably because I’m old AF. However in the context of the VF shoot yes they are sexualizing both Rey and Kylo Ren. But let’s take a look at the definition of sexualization shall we boys and girls. Sexualization is the act of presenting something or someone as a sexual being. In other words a virile MAN and a WOMAN. Simple as that.

Antis seem to confuse sexualizing a woman with objectifying a woman which are two very different things. They want to scream and shout at us for “glorifying” the way the media “sexualizes” women which is just hilarious. All that photoshoot illustrated was that Rey is an ADULT which in no way degrades her but merely shows us that she is a sexually attractive being thus in turn sexualizes her. To me those photos subtly hint that both Rey and Kylo will be exploring their sexuality and antis aren’t having it so they start to rant and rave as usual, no shock there.

Also, just because her shirt is plunging doesn’t necessarily mean that we should expect her shirt to be plunging for the entirety of TLJ. The plunging neckline was a decision made by the photographer Annie Leibowitz and VF, the filmmakers simply agreed to it and didn’t see a problem with it. Yes there will be a scene where its pouring down raining and we’ll probably get an eyeful then but I doubt they will dedicate the entire film to showing off Rey’s cleavage. Not that I would find anything wrong with that, I’m just sayin’. Again this is just my two cents and this whole thing is just getting out of hand.

Funny how antis give absolutely no fucks to sexualizing Kylo; they themselves stated that it didn’t matter that he looked good (basically agreeing that he’s attractive) he was still evil. Yet Rey has been sexualized by this entire fandom for about 18 months and now that Rey Skywalker has been debunked they decide to lose their shit now? Double Standards much? I just say let them lash out and continue to make fools of themselves while we appreciate the sexiness that is Rey and Kylo Ren, two ADULT sexual beings.

when you’re a boy-crazy artist with a chip on your shoulder

Some human: Why don’t you ever draw girls? 

Me: Because…I like to draw men. I like the way men look. I am attracted to men. It makes me want to draw them. Male artists and patrons have been objectifying women in artwork for hundreds of years so why the fuck can’t I objectify men in mine. Let me draw my men.

Another human: That dude you’re drawing looks gay.

Me: This dude I’m drawing wants you to go and talk a walk. Preferably into traffic.

And another human: *looks at art* She-

Me: HE. I know that he isn’t balding with a footlong beard like most paintings of men but TRUST ME.

Yet another H. sapiens: *looking at my art* Your art would sell great with the gays.

Me: It’s pretty sad how almost any bit of artwork featuring even a mildly-attractive man is immediately categorized as homoerotic. What is wrong with this picture. (and im sure that cultured gay men have better taste in art than my stuff, cmon) 

“I took the best of feminism, but really miss being objectified by men wolf whistling at me.”

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Watch clips of Madonna's Billboard Women in Music 2016 speech.

*Click on the article to watch short clips of it, here’s part of the transcript*

“I stand before you as a doormat. Oh, I mean, as a female entertainer.

Thank you for acknowledging my ability to continue my career for 34 years, in the face of blatant sexism and misogyny and constant bullying and relentless abuse.

People were dying of AIDS everywhere. It wasn’t safe to be gay, it wasn’t cool to be associated with the gay community. It was 1979 and New York was a very scary place. In the first year I was held at gunpoint, raped on a rooftop with a knife digging into my throat and I had my apartment broken into and robbed so many times I just stopped locking the door. In the years to follow, I lost almost every friend I’ve had to AIDS or drugs or gunshots.

As you can imagine,all these things not only helped me to become the daring woman that stands before you, but it also reminded me that I am vulnerable. And in life there is no real safety except for self-belief. And,in understanding, that I am not the owner of my talents.

I was of course inspired by Debbie Harry and Chrissie Hynde and Aretha Franklin, but my real muse was David Bowie. He embodied male and female spirit and that suited me just fine. He made me think there were no rules.

But I was wrong. There are no rules – if you’re a boy.

There are rules if you’re a girl. If you’re a girl, you have to play the game. You’re allowed to be pretty and cute and sexy. But don’t act too smart. Don’t have an opinion that’s out of line with the status quo. You are allowed to be objectified by men and dress like a slut, but don’t own your sluttiness.

And do not, I repeat do not, share your own sexual fantasies with the world. Be what men want you to be, but more importantly, be what women feel comfortable with you being around other men.

And finally, do not age. Because to age is a sin.

You will be criticized. You will be vilified. And you will definitely NOT be played on the radio.

I felt like the most hated person on the planet, eventually I was left alone because I married Sean Penn, and not only would bust a cap in your ass, but I was off the market. For a while I was not considered a threat. Years later, divorced and single – sorry Sean – I made my Erotica album and my Sex book was released. I remember being the headline of every newspaper and magazine. Everything I read about myself was damning. I was called a whore and a witch. One headline compared me to Satan. I said, ‘Wait a minute, isn’t Prince running around with fishnets and high heels and lipstick with his butt hanging out?’ Yes, he was. But he was a man. This was the first time I truly understood women do not have the same freedom as men, I remember wishing I had a female peer I could look to for support. Camille Paglia, the famous feminist writer, said I set women back by objectifying myself sexually. So I thought, 'oh, if you’re a feminist, you don’t have sexuality, you deny it.’ So I said 'fuck it. I’m a different kind of feminist. I’m a bad feminist.

When I first became famous, there were nude photos of me in Playboy and Penthouse magazine. Photos that were taken from art schools that I posed back in the day to make money. They weren’t very sexy, people say that I am so controversial, but the most controversial thing that I have done, is to stick around.

Michael is gone. Tupac is gone. Prince is gone. Whitney is gone. Amy Winehouse is gone. David Bowie is gone. But I’m still standing. I’m one of the lucky ones and every day I count my blessings.

What I would like to say to all women here today is this: Women have been so oppressed for so long they believe what men have to say about them. They believe they have to back a man to get the job done. And there are some very good men worth backing, but not because they’re men – because they’re worthy.

As women, we have to start appreciating our own worth and each other’s worth. Seek out strong women to befriend, to align yourself with, to learn from, to collaborate with, to be inspired by, to support, and enlightened by.

It’s not so much about receiving this award as it is having this opportunity to stand before you and say thank you. Not only to the people who have loved and supported me along the way, you have no idea…you have no idea how much your support means. But to the doubters and naysayers and everyone who gave me hell and said I could not, that I would not or I must not – your resistance made me stronger, made me push harder, made me the fighter that I am today. It made me the woman that I am today. So thank you.


I’m a straight woman who might have a thing for crossdressed men. The sight of a man using stockings, gartbelts and high heels with long eyelashes and red lipstick makes me get extremely turned on. Even more: sexy drag queens. I feel so guilty that it might look like I objectify them, but really, as people I just love them - but when it comes to nsfw drags I just have to control myself or else I’ll go do something else…

The only time I saw men using high heels and stockings in front of me I went full red and couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I mean, if I said something I propably would give the bad (but true) impression.

WONDER WOMAN??? i laughed, i cried, i cried, i cried, i cried some more, it’s just so beautiful okay, it’s just??? it’s so perfect and amazing and beautiful and i love diana so much i just love my sweet beautiful brave girl who takes crap from no man im crying again i cannot believe we finally get a female superhero and her movie is 800000000 times better than any male hero movie that has ever been released into the world to die a slow painful death at the hands of diana “i kick all yalls butts and look amazing doing it but it’s my inner strength that is the most important” prince

anonymous asked:

i wont lie that.. post u made made me as a trans man feel really dysphoric like. ive dealt w cis women objectifying me and it makes me feel awful. but whats worse is u calling "fem" men "blow up dolls", idk, no one can help how they look physically, it doesnt make them porn. like i know what point youre trying to make but also you really didnt word it well, fetish porn of us does exist but art of a dude w a body type doesnt mean its porn or desexualizing idk. i hope this doesnt come off rude..

hey! this doesn’t come off rude at all, no worries. this is the kind of thing i would have been happy to answer one-on-one, but since you’re on anon ill have to publish it.

firstly, i was not calling trans men with those body types blow up dolls. if it came across that way, i agree that was completely shitty wording on my part. i’m a fem trans guy myself, lol. 

to tell you the truth, i really don’t care what art people make (barring hate speech etc), if someone wants to draw a curvaceous trans guy i think that’s great. 

however, when someone’s art folder is full only of curvaceous trans guys, and all those trans guys are also involved specifically in really pornographic situations and not really much else, and later it comes out that there was no difference between their “gender bend” of the character and their rebranding of him as a “trans man” to get notes…well, that’s a little more telling.

(that example actually isn’t a hypothetical situation, it really happened with a popular artist. you may have heard of them but if you haven’t, i won’t name names.) 

i moreso take issue with the fact that artists feel a need to make something about a character “obvious” so that you can “tell” the character is trans. this comes in many forms that i didn’t touch on in my post, all the way from “glaringly obvious top surge scars” to “my character is a trans boy! you can tell because he likes pink and dresses! that’s totally not related to him being trans though i swear!!”

just…. urrghhh….. 

but anyway i’m really sorry that my post made you feel dysphoric. no one deserves that. and i want to say again that really i was just venting about artists who aren’t trans men who do this shit in a way which obviously seems voyeuristic/condescending–not trans men who identify with that art for whatever reason.

  • Me, when I see a man objectifying a woman: you little shithead, a woman is more than her boobs or her ass or the way she dresses. You keep your Neanderthal comments to yourself because nobody cares, and you look like a fucking uneducated dickhead who probably can't get any, other than fapping on a picture of a naked woman. 😒
  • Me, when I see Lauren Jauregui: goddamn. DAT ASS! 🍑 Sit on my face, daddy! 👅💦💦
Orders (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: A successful mission is over and Steve can think of one or two ways he’d like to celebrate with you. 

Warnings: Smut, dominance, hair pulling, swearing, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool)

A/N: You’re welcome

Word Count: 3131

Originally posted by fanfic-natic

Your name: submit What is this?

“Alright, Natasha on your left there should be a locked steel door with a keypad to it’s left.” You speak into your earpiece, watching the Black Widow on a monitor.
“Yeah, it’s here.” She replies.
“Okay, the code is 4632.” You say, reciting a number from another screen. You look back to the screen that shows the red head. She pushes the code in and the door slides open. You watch as she walks in, disappearing from the screen. She gives you confirmation that the package is in there. You glance at a monitor in the top corner of the desk and see a flank of fifteen or so Hydra soldiers making their way down an eastern hall.
“Rogers, do you copy?” You ask, pressing the button on your earpiece that changes radio signals.
“Copy.” His voice is hushed and you look around the screens until you see him. He’s crouching amongst control panels, trying to find a safe you instructed him to locate.

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My Man

(Hello, friends! I proudly present my newest Cisco imagine! I just love this so much yo. I think this is the funniest idea ever. I hope it lives up to your expectations! But I just love writing for Cisco, he’s so fun! Y’all know the drill: these are not my gifs. Also, if you have any comments/concerns/questions, I’d me more than happy to help you out! Thanks for reading, I hope you like it!)

Pairing: Cisco Ramon x Reader (gender neutral!!)

Word count: 1351

Warnings: lowkey violence - nothing crazy


“Cisco! Where you at?” You called out to your friend.

“In my workroom!” He yelled in the distance.

You managed to set down your things in the cortex of STAR Labs. After placing Caitlin’s cup on her desk, you took the tray of three coffees fresh from Jitters and quickly walked down the halls to the room where Cisco does most of his work.

“Knock knock.” You said entering the room.

“Thank god! (Y/N), you’re a lifesaver.” Cisco took his cup from the tray, “She does better work than you, Barry.”

Barry snorted and thanked you for his coffee. But without your knowing, he caught the little blush that appeared on your cheeks after Cisco’s comment. You tossed the cardboard tray into the recycling bin and sipped your hot drink.

Being the newbie at the Lab, you pretty much did most of the coffee runs. After Wells/Thawne died, the team felt like they needed another set of hands to help out. Apparently you were more than qualified and made the cut.

“I’m going to let you guys be alone.” He smirked and left the room.

Confused, you carried on conversation as normal, “So, what’s the latest toy?”

“I cannot wait to show you this!” Cisco began. He continued to tell you about his latest invention, but you had a hard time paying attention. All you could think about was how his eyes twinkled when he talked about something he was passionate about.

Okay, it was safe to admit that you had a crush on Cisco. How could you not? You both had so much in common, he was funny, sweet.

Time to fess up, you thought, you have to tell him how you feel.

You contemplated telling Cisco the truth for a while now, the fear of rejection always held you back. But over time, it’s been harder to keep it in. Plus what if he likes you back? What if -

“(Y/N)? Hello?” He snapped his fingers in front of your face, pulling you back down to Earth, “You good?”

“Huh? Oh yeah! Sorry, I got lost in thought…” You trailed off.

“So what do you think? Pretty cool, right?” He gestured to the thing on his desk.

“Not as cool as you.” You giggled.

“I can’t do it without you. Seriously, you’re the best.” He said.

“Oh stop.” You felt your cheeks get warm.

“No, really I’m so happy you came and worked with us. I don’t know how I got by without you.” He said, returning back to his invention.

“Cisco… There’s something I need to talk to you about.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were interrupted by Cisco’s voice.

“…Lisa?” He whispered.

“Hi, Cisco. Miss me?” A female voice said tauntingly. You swirled around and stared at the woman in the doorway. She slowly made her way over to Cisco.

“Wait, Snart? Lisa Snart?” You asked no one in particular.

“The one and only.” The woman shot back, never breaking her eye contact with Cisco, “So, I see you’ve got a new pet?”

Your jaw dropped and you clenched your fists. Cisco noticed your anger and decided to try and keep you away from Lisa, since she was pretty unpredicatble.

“Uh, (Y/N)? Can you, uh, get me my notebooks? They’re, um, in the cortex.” Cisco stammered. You knew the request wasn’t real, but you left anyway. As you walked the long halls of STAR Labs, you never unclenched your fists. You tried to fight off thoughts of anger and sadness.

It’s fine. Maybe Cisco doesn’t like her at all? you tried to calm yourself down, Yeah, not like she’s gorgeous and seductive and perfect or anything.

You finally got to Cisco’s desk in the cortex. Barry casually walked in and let out a deep breath. You responded with a slightly confused look.

“Treadmill.” He answered, “What are you and Cisco up to?”

All you could do was roll your eyes. Your hand slammed down on the books and you carried them heavily back the way you came, storming off in a huff.

“Ooookay.” Barry said under his breath after you left the room.

Still trying to avoid the negative thoughts swarming in your mind, you picked up the pace back to Cisco’s workroom. You made the corner and peered into the big glass window. Lisa was standing awfully close to Cisco, and he looked quite flustered.

You panicked and burst in, “Cisco!” They both snapped their heads toward you.

“Uh, Barry needs you. Cortex. Now.” You blurted out. He gave you big nod and slid past Lisa, then you, and then he was gone.

“So, back for more explosives removed from your body?” You asked bitterly.

“Just in town. Had to stop by and see my Cisco.” She said.

Your Cisco?” You felt your face getting red with anger, “I’m sorry, but who do you think you are?”

“Someone Cisco actually wants. And who are you?” She shot back.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Stunned, all you could do was glare at her.

Soft stomping soon turned into loud running. Cisco jogged back into the room, slightly panting, “Barry said everything’s good,” he took a deep breath, “You know I never really realized how,” another deep breath, “Big this place is.”

He quickly noticed your intense glare directed toward Lisa. He stepped closer to you two and stood next to both of you.

“Alright, Lisa, what do you want? Why are you really here?” He asked, folding his arms.

“What? I can’t just pop by to say hi?” She asked with a pouting face. You rolled your eyes.

“You only come here when you need something.” He stated.

“Well… I think i need you, Cisco.” She said quietly, snaking her hand up Cisco’s arm. You saw his breath hitch slightly.

“Say what now?” Cisco said in shock. Lisa slowly leaned closer and closer to Cisco, dropping her gaze to his lips. Cisco stood there frozen.

No no no no this is not happening! you thought with dismay, I have to stop this.

You winded the books behind you, as if you were holding a baseball bat. You swung with all your might.

“Back off my man!” The notebooks went flying into Lisa’s arm. She looked as if she was about to kill. Her nostrils flared and couldn’t even react.

“You’ll regret this.” She sneered, pointing her finger in your face. She shoved passed you and stormed out of STAR Labs.

You turned back to Cisco, a little scared to see his reaction.

He stood completely still, but his mouth was wide open. He gaped at what he just witnessed his cheeks slightly red. You gave him a small shrug and he closed his mouth. His hands rose to his chest and he began to slow clap.

As the slow clap sped up and grew, so did his smile. You began to giggle.

“Un. Be. Lievable!” He yelled. You took a small bow and Cisco burst into laughter.

“I cannot believe that just happened. Honestly, I can’t wrap my mind around this.” He shook his head, his smile never dropping.

You shrugged and laughed, “She pissed me off.”

You both laughed and reminisced about the recent events. After the laughter subsided, you both finally heard what you said.

“So… your man, huh?” Cisco wiggled his eyebrows. You opened your mouth to say something.

He teased, “I’m feeling slightly objectified.”

Your smile was replaced with a horrified expression, “Oh, well… Look, Cisco, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. I wasn’t thinking straight and…” You trailed off, distracted by the corners of Cisco’s mouth creeping upward.  

“(Y/N), I’m more than willing to be your man.” He walked toward you, and interlaced his finders with yours. He placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s go tell everyone how cute we look together. And how badass you are!” he jumped excitedly.

Hand in hand, together you ran off to tell your friends about how the worst day of your life, quickly became the greatest.