men who would not have to ask

anonymous asked:

What did that story mean? Because it's very pretty, and I enjoyed reading it, but I'm not quite sure how to take it

originally i was trying to write a horror story and the scariest thing i could think of was being relentlessly followed and talked at by a man who can’t take a hint and whose behavior no one else seems to notice, and who no one will help you get rid of because you haven’t outright asked him to leave (because you’re pretty sure if you do he will respond poorly)

i think one of my mistakes was assuming readers would have the same knowledge base as me (i.e. 12 is around the age that most women say they first noticed unwanted attention from men, to catch a unicorn you’re supposed to be a virgin, etc etc)

anonymous asked:

THAT LOOK she gave to the interviewer who suggested she was going home with lots of men

that woman has clearly pissed off a lot of people in her life because if someone looked at me the way taylor looked at her after asking that question i would have dropped dead

inbox me with taylor swift’s most iconic moments

So I’ve seen the discussion and conversation about the Kardashian segment on the Late Late show with Harry being asked if it’s true/right that she (Kendall) ‘lays’ all day. A pun playing on the other guests chickens which he named after the Kardashian females.

It’s this type of subtle sexism and disrespect that infuriates me. Would they have asked Kendall about her sex life if she was there - NEVER. Harry (who we are meant to believe was Kendall’s sexual partner) is now 'dating’ Tess doesn’t get asked what frequency he’s getting laid but will shade Kendall and infer she’s a got a high sex drive at best or a slut at worst.

What makes it worse is that you’ve got three men there sitting there making that joke about the sex life of their apparent friend (if not ex).

Would they like their mum, their daughter, their sister described like that - my guess is no. So if that’s the case why do it to ANY OTHER FEMALE. This disrespect (and call it what it is, it’s not just a joke) is insidious and pervasive and makes people think it’s ok to treat women like objects.

Harry I love your music especially some of the new album, but the way your treating females as a commodity to sell a story or get a quick laugh isn’t ok. You talk about being a feminist, guess what that means more then posting about the womens March. Stand up for women and call out this shit not just participate.

To Harry and his team, not to mention James please try harder cause this isn’t good enough.

Thoughts on Patroclus

Friendly reminder that Patroclus should not be remember simply as “Achilles’ bitch”.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was a little shit. He had the power, the looks and the skills, and he knew it. Not only he excelled at battle; he did it while taunting his enemies all the fucking time cause he was going to win and he knew it.

Friendly reminder that he was the one guy who got to call out on Achilles, something no one else dared to do. In fact, men went to ask him to call out on Achilles because everyone was scared of him. Except for Patroclus.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus had advanced medical knowledge, something extremly rare at the time. He healed many of his friends and comrades during battle. Hadn’t it been for him, many great warriors would have died.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was loyal to a fault. He was always by Achilles’ side in battle. He never disobeyed Achilles orders. The one time he did, was the time he died.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was kind and had a soft heart. He cried because while Achilles’ Rage lasted, he wouldn’t let any of his men enter battle, Patroclus included. And while Achilles’ troops were hiding in their ships, the rest of the Greek army got crushed. Patroclus felt so powerless and helpless because he couldn’t do nothing as he saw his comrades dying.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus had a character crisis. He had to decide whether obeying his Lord’s commands and abandoning his friends in battle, or going against his Lord’s wishes and engaging fight.

Friendly reminder that he refused to stay behind like a coward. He chose to enter battle, but since he was a honourable man he told Achilles about it. Friendly reminder that he managed to sway Achilles’ Rage. Friendly reminder that he managed to convince Achilles to let their troops rejoin the war, thus returning the victory to the Greeks.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was flawed. He committed hubris. He got so battle drunk and was so excited by the prospect of finally ending the war, that he disobeyed Achilles’ direct command not to fight near the walls of Troy, and chased the Troyans back to the limits of the city. To the place Achilles had specifically told him not to go because it would be too dangerous. Friendly reminder that this one flaw is his downfall.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus doesn’t go down without giving one hell of a fight. Friendly reminder that Patroclus was so strong that Apollo (the God that protected Troy and Hector [Troy’s heir to the throne]) had to face him and repel him four times. Four times. A god. If that ain’t badass, then I don’t know what could be. In the fourth time, Apollo got inside Patroclus’ head and made him dizzy. Patroclus fell and Apollo removed him from his armour- Achilles’ armour. Patroclus ended up unprotected, vulnerable and dizzy in the middle of the battle field; so a random dude saw the opportunity and stabbed his back with a spear. But was that enough to make him go down? Oh heck no. The pain snapped him out of the dizziness. Patroclus realized he was in a very troublesome situation so he decided to fall back… but at that moment Hector engaged him in battle. And Patroclus wouldn’t retire from a direct combat, oh heck he wouldn’t. Even though he knew this was probably the way he would die, he fought with his all.

Friendly reminder that lacking his armor, tired from battle, with a spear wound on his back and only Achilles’ sword left as weapon, Patroclus faced Hector, Troy’s greatest warrior and didn’t fear.

Friendly reminder that when Hector sheathed his spear in Patroclos’ stomach, Patroclus thought about the love of his life.

Friendly reminder that with his last breath Patroclus smiled at Hector and told him “You are a dead man. This will be your downfall”. Friendly reminder that until his last moment, he was a little shit.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus is a flawed, well-rounded, badass character and that he deserves so much more than his current position as “Achilles’s love interest”.

anonymous asked:

top 5 times katsuki yuuri seduced the whole world (deliberately or not)

I think I’ve been accidentally pulled into the “5 Things” meme! Please don’t send more, haha. Regular prompts and headcanons are still welcome!

1. After Yuuri wins silver at the GPF and Victor announces his return to competitive skating, they attend the banquet, and apparently the ISU learned nothing from the previous year because it’s open bar. However, unlike last year, Yuuri doesn’t get drunk on 14 flutes of champagne and drag people into a dance-off. Instead, he gets drunk on six Long Island iced teas and gives an incredibly dazed and visibly turned-on Victor a lap dance in the middle of the floor to Nasty Naughty Boy. Someone (Phichit, you traitor) films it and posts it to YouTube, where it blows past 73 million views in a single weekend and trends on Facebook for two entire weeks. Thousands of people all over the world post their own reaction videos in response, the most popular being Minami Kenjirou’s, which is just 14 minutes of him alternating between sobbing hysterically and shoving paper towels up his nose. 

2. Yuuri’s in the middle of giving an interview with ABC News after winning gold at the Olympics when a little girl crashes the set and takes it upon herself to plop herself into his lap. The interviewer moves to cut to commercial, but Yuuri tells her that it’s fine. He turns his attention to the girl and compliments her sparkly barrette. Very seriously, the girl thanks him, tells him her name (Malia), age (7 and a half), her teacher’s name (Mr. Gaeney, second grade teacher at P.S. 114) and that she’s going to skate with him at the Olympics someday. To his credit, Yuuri doesn’t laugh; instead, he hugs the girl close and says that he’s looking forward to it. About an hour later, Victor posts a positive pregnancy test to Instagram.

3. A video surfaces of a younger Yuuri and Phichit doing the dance to Bye, Bye, Bye on the ice. The line of Yuuri’s shoulders are soft, not a hint of fear in the way he moves his hips nor a single brushstroke of anxiety in the deep bow of his smile, and he keeps time with Phichit perfectly. It gets retweeted by Lance Bass, who says, @ yurikatsuki nice moves! dm me the next time you’re in la! #hihihi. Victor spends the week trolling Lance with terrible N*Synce photoshoots from the early 2000s and scoring them out of a possible 10. None of them ever make it to a 6.  

4. At Worlds 2018, Yuuri debuts a routine that he choreographed himself to Lady Gaga’s Dance in the Dark, which the commentators say is his attempt at a cooler, sexier Yuuri Katsuki. Victor has to be physically restrained from joining Yuuri on the ice, while six people in the audience have to be hospitalized for extreme blood loss. Yuri Plisetsky’s face becomes Tumblr’s new favorite reaction gif. 

5. Victor watches from the doorway, thinking of the fey, drunken creature who stole his heart all those years ago, and of the shy boy who wanted so badly to be as good as everyone else thought he was, and marvels at how we pour ourselves into the wide and wondrous spaces that time creates. If someone had told him maybe ten years ago—when he’d believed that perfection could only be found in the thumping bass of nightclubs, in between the thighs of faceless men—that he would be brought to his knees by the sight of his disheveled and sleep-starved husband slowly dancing around a nursery with their infant daughter cradled in his arms, singing softly and off-key, he would have laughed and asked for some of whatever it was that person was on. 

But now, himself a much different man than the one he’d been at twenty, at twenty-five, at twenty-seven, he’s smarter. Wiser. Happier. And he’s never seen anything sexier. 

When we asked how Spock and Kirk regard one another, what in fact their relationship consists of in texture, Gene Roddenberry said:

’…I definitely designed it as a love relationship. And I hope that for men…who have been afraid of such relationships…that they [Spock and Kirk] would encourage them to be able to feel love and affection, true affection…love, friendship and deep respect. That was the relationship I tried to draw. I think I also tried to draw a feeling of belief that very few of us are complete unto ourselves. It’s quite a lovely thing…where two halves make a whole.’

—  Star Trek Lives! by Jacqueline Lichtenberg, Sondra Marshak and Joan Winston (1975).
Secret Revealed

prompt: Combination of: · Okay now I really need to see Batmom and Batman fighting at a league meeting and someone(maybe Question?) calling out their bs, and An imagine where the justice league guy members shamelessly flirts with batmom just to rile batman up and he snaps when superman does it? He’s all like wrapping his arms around her waist and says : my wife not yours mine" and ·Can I have one on what would happen if Green Arrow sees Batmom for the first time and not knowing who she is turns to Jason -who had been standing next to him- and ask if Batmom is single?

AN: Cute and fluffy!

Words: 845


       Clark sits down in the seat next to yours and smiles, before reaching out to take your hand. You raise one eyebrow in question but don’t pull your hand back just yet. “So, I was thinking we could have dinner tonight. I know this restaurant by the sea, really nice place.”

          You bite back a laugh before looking over your shoulder to find Bruce standing just a few feet away, his eyes focused on you and Clark. He’s not the only one though, the rest of the league are staring as well.

          You lean in close and ask, “What did my husband do to tick you off this time, Kent?”

          Clark just smiles and says, “I have to write the wedding announcements for the next month because I disagreed with him over something. Plus, this also payback for all those fake fights I’ve had to endure over the years.”

          “How about I get you back on sports and I turn you down gently?”

          He grins, “I’ll take what I can get.”

          You lean back in your chair and say, “Sorry Superman, I’ve got plans.”

          “That doesn’t answer the question Hell Cat.” You turn to face Ollie, who’s grinning at you.

          You raise an eyebrow in question “And what answer are you looking for?”

          “That yes you’re single, and that yes you’re free Friday night, because I know this unbelievable little restaurant in Milan.”

          Your eyes flash to Bruce. His teeth are clenched and the look in his eyes is enough to make Jason back slowly away.

          You frown, “Sorry, I’m busy that night too.” Your eyes slide to Clark who’s trying so hard not to laugh.

          “So who’s taken up all your free nights Hell Cat?” You turn to Hal, who is leaning against the wall. “Cause when I asked you out last month, you were busy then too.”

          You take a deep breath and say, “Well you see boys, I’m married with two kids, so that doesn’t leave a lot of room for dating.”

          There’s a moment of silence before the men burst out in laughter. The few women in the room however are studying you closely. Huntress in particular has a knowing glint in her eye.

          The laughter is still going on when Question sneaks into the room. More often than not, the man would have gone unnoticed. He’s good at sneaking around, you’ll give him that. Helena’s grin just widens before she calls out, “Question.” The man just stops and turns towards his girlfriend. His hands are in his pocket, but he’s giving her his full attention. “Truth or Lie, Hell Cat over there is married with two kids.”

          The answer comes immediately “Truth. Hell Cat is married to the Batman. They have two adopted children, Nightwing formerly known as Robin, and the current Robin. They’ve kept their relationship hidden among the League for the past eight years, simply because they found it fun to mess with people’s minds. If someone were to look close however, they’d notice that the fights they put on never lasted more than twenty minutes, and they always left together. Their children find it infuriating.”

          There’s this stunned silence before Jason cries out, “Finally!” Then spins on his toes to face Green Arrow, “My mother is not single, stay the hell away from her!”

          You ignore the surprised faces of the Leaguers in favor of Question. “When did you figure it out?”

          “My second week. I noticed that your fights, while entertaining, never subtracted from the quality of a meeting, meaning it never interfered with something that needed to be done. In the case of a crisis there would be not contention on either of your parts, even if the two of you had argued about it previously. My theory was confirmed when I spotted the two of you making out in a dark corner.”

          You hear Jason groan, “Oh come on! I’m supposed to be the teenager here, not you two.” Then he turns around to leave the room and says, “If you need me, I’ll be on the phone with Nightwing telling him that everything has finally been exposed.”

          You smile as your eyes slide to the women in the room, mainly Shayera and Vixen, who are grinning at you. You grin before asking, “Yes?”

          Shayera grins, “You’ve been holding out on us.”

          Vixen nods, “All those girl’s nights out over the years, and you never told a story.”

          “Not every day a girl kisses the Batman. Spill.”

          You smirk and say, “That’s private,” before mouthing the words ‘next girl’s night out.” That seems to satisfy them.

          Standing up you stretch and walk over to Bruce. “Let’s grab our traumatized son and go home now.”

          “Grab Jason, I’ll be there in a minute.”

          You shrug and walk out of the room. Bruce turns to Clark who’s still smiling before he says, “You can have your sports section back, but you’re covering nothing but golf, chess, and badminton for the next three months.” Clark’s smile fades and all Bruce says is, “My wife, not yours.”

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind, please share more of your thoughts about Star Wars 2018? Thank you. I really like your way of thinking about movies! (Sorry my English is weird.)

The upcoming Han Solo movie is unnecessary, and nearly every choice they’ve made so far (both in casting and conception) has been boring and/or unpleasant. So here we go:

First of all, how DARE Disney think that they can play God and somehow recreate 1980s Harrison Ford? how dare they think they can just cast some white boy with brown hair, slap a leather jacket on him, and that’ll do the trick?? do they not understand, do they not comprehend, how lucky lucas films was the first time they found Harrison on a fucking construction lot and sent him to London?? Do they NOT KNOW that they have taken on an IMPOSSIBLE TASK, one that they clearly have already failed at??? I’m aghast. Whoever made this choice at Disney……..shame on you

2) The first time Emilia Clarke gives a prolonged, nose flaring glare and then erupts into some kind of speech about how competent she is, I’m going to LAUGH, i’m going to CRACK UP and i’m not going to stop laughing until I get out of the theater and go home and find something to punch for 20 to 30 minutes

3) WHO ASKED FOR THIS ANYWAY?? remember what a douchebag han is for the first couple of scenes of a new hope? how much he needed to be balanced out by Actual Angel Luke Skywalker to even be palatable? who wants a whole movie of this? who needs two hours of him stealing and presumably flirting with actual piece of cardboard emilia clarke?????

4) A Leia Organa movie should have come first because it would have actually been interesting and here’s Billie Lourd, totally ready to take that role and more or less the right age, it’s foul that they didn’t sweep up this chance when they had it

5) have I mentioned it’s All Men + Emilia ‘I have exactly 2 facial expressions and that’s it don’t ask for more’ Clarke?

6) Harrison Ford deserves better

7) His legacy of being really fucking hot deserves better

8) Every girl who grew up having sex dreams about Han Solo deserves better

9) Carrie Fisher, who actually got to tap that ass, deserves better

10) WE ALL DESERVE BETTER

…“But if that’s true, they should be extra double going to yoga classes. Why is the less violent gender the one learning all the emotional self regulation?
Because women are expected to regulate the emotions of men as well as themselves. They have to sharpen their emotional regulation skillz because they’ll be regulating for two even when they’re not pregnant. This has been a thing that’s starting to get noticed in feminist circles; the concept of unpaid emotional labor that women are expected to supply. This takes many forms (and I’ve written about this before) and at its most benign looks like listening, support and empathy. However, as it becomes more noxious, women are expected to read the emotions men and proactively protect them from their own negative emotions.
In my personal life, I remember a man telling me that women should reject men’s sexual advances in a way that won’t hurt the man’s feelings. And, that sounds reasonable on first glance. However, unfortunately, honest communication of the feelings “I am not sexually attracted to you” is considered hurtful to most men. So, women are forced to not communicate their honest feelings in order to protect the man from feeling anything bad.
For me, this need to protect men from the truth of my reality if it will hurt them has extended so deeply that I have laughed off sexual assault so that I would not hurt the feelings of the man who assaulted me. At great personal cost, I should add. A few years after that, I asked someone out, and was rejected by them and that experience split me wide open. Yes, being rejected was painful, but it was nothing — nothing — compared to the pain I absorbed trying to save men from the pain of rejection. Being rejected by someone I had a crush on led to my being sad for a few months. My absorbing sexual harassment from men so they wouldn’t have to face rejection led to years of flashbacks, depression, and an inability to work in my chosen profession.

Instead of learning how to take a rejection gracefully, men will claim women should “let them down easy.” It comes right down to that Margaret Atwood quote “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” Men are so terrified of being laughed at, rejected or absorbing indignity in any way that they demand women risk physical violence so they don’t have to face the pain of rejection.
This is an unfair trade, and one that women only make because historically men have had power over us. If you need to rely on a male income for your livelihood, you have to make sure your presence improves the lived experience of your husband. Otherwise, he might kick you to the curb and you’d be fucked. Even now, with a continued disparity in earning potential, women will often manage male emotions so that a woman can be assured of material support by providing emotional value to her partner. Often, this goes beyond the conscious recognition of the men who receive it.
I remember one of my male friends was a complete wreck during his divorce. He relied on me so much emotionally after he lost the support of his wife (wanting to talk with me, wanting to cuddle with me, etc.) that I completely started to break down. I had to set some hard limits (like, not seeing him for a week) that didn’t go over very well. Our friendship was severely strained until he started seeing a dominatrix whose demands included health conscious things like getting him to quit smoking and going gluten free. What I see now, in retrospect, is that this dominatrix did a bunch of the emotional management he had received from his wife, and that I was not willing to provide. Ultimately, my friend got a new girlfriend (who he’s now married to) and stopped seeing his dom.”

https://medium.com/@emmalindsay/men-dump-their-anger-into-women-d5b641fa37bc

Since people don’t seem to understand what “Men’s Reproductive Rights” means,

I will explain it in a way using popular characters. 

This is Nancy Hicks Gribble from popular animated show King of the Hill. One of the biggest controversies and stories about her is that throughout her marriage, she spent 14 years of it cheating on her husband , Dale Gribble 

with muscle bound Native American masseur, John Redcorn. 

During one of their frequent…encounters, Nancy becomes pregnant and has a son, Joseph Gribble. 

Now obviously Joseph isn’t Dale’s biological son, but Dale is not smart enough and too trusting of his wife to question it (he has even caught them in bed together and incorrectly assumed his wife was just getting a massage). It is obvious to John Redcorn however. So what does this have to do with men’s rights? Well since Nancy kept the continued affair a secret, Dale has been taking care of Joseph, another man’s son, with the false assumption that it is his own. John Redcorn, who desperately wants to be a part of Joseph’s life, is unable to do so properly because the son believes that Dale is his father and Nancy refuses to be truthful. So one father is being tricked/forced to take care of a child that isn’t his, while another man is being refused his right to parenthood. 

Need another example? 

This is Lana Kane from the television show Archer.

Lana had a beautiful baby girl through artificial insemination.

However it came with some issues. She stole the sperm from soon-to-be father Sterling Archer 

 while he was having a cancer scare. Throughout the series, Archer has made it clear that he isn’t ready for a baby yet, so his stance on this would probably be clear. She then impregnated herself without telling him or getting his permission, got him to drown and then revive to save her because she was pregnant, then only after the baby was born, did she tell him it was his baby. Not soon after, she demanded that he “man up” and “take responsibility” for the care of the child, while she simultaneously refusing him any and all parental rights when he shows interest in the baby’s future, even stating that she would rather lose the baby than have Archer raise her. Comments on Archer’s wording of watching the baby as “babysitting” was met with similar responses as Lana’s of “It’s your baby, take responsibility” and “if you are the father, it is just parenting”. This all with him not getting a say in the baby’s creation and again, having no parental rights. 

This is yet another problem that men face. At any time, a woman can either get pregnant through consensual intercourse and leave, steal a man’s sperm, or even rape him, and have complete decision on whether the child is born, and almost always gets custody of the child. At any time, the woman can come back into the man’s life and reveal that the man has a child (one that he didn’t ask for or plan for), and immediately demand the man pay back child support. The mother typically gets it. Men who would like to be a part of their baby’s life, no matter the cause of the pregnancy, can easily be refused that right due to court biases favoring women. 

How about another?

This is Deborah Gallagher from the television show Shameless. 

Deborah is pretty desperate for a relationship. blame it on teenage hormones, blame it on her family’s influence, but she makes some bad decisions because of it. Deborah befriended fellow high school student Derek Delgado. 

They get into a relationship, and Deborah encourages him to have intercourse with her. When he brings up the need for a condom, she stresses that it isn’t needed because she is on the pill. It turns out that she lied about being on birth control pills, actually wanting to trap Derek into a relationship by getting pregnant and starting a family. Derek, shocked by the thought of having a baby, and concerned with the future that he had hoped for, moves out of the state to think and get away from Debby. Debby has also done something similar with a former boyfriend, Matt Baker, who she had originally lied to about her age and eventually raped while he was passed out drunk at a party. Her desperation for a relationship would have probably led to a similar scenario, if it wasn’t almost certain that Matt would have gone to jail for Statutory Rape (a different issue men face)

Derek’s story is actually similar to many men’s. He was clearly not ready for a baby, but was tricked into it. He had a whole life planned worked out, but the baby changed that drastically. The common response is “he should have thought about that before having sex”, which is not the same response a woman would normally get. Consent to sex is only consent to a baby for a man. Debby was ready for a baby, and he was not. But who cares about what he thinks, right? So now he must either halt or even cancel his life plans and dreams to take care of the baby, or leave the baby behind and deal with the guilt of his biological child growing up without him because he wasn’t ready. 

You cannot keep shouting “my body, my decision” when it comes to a baby. A baby is more than 9 months. It is a life changing decision that could cost tens of thousands if not hundreds of thousands of dollars. It is a decision that takes years of dedication, potentially the rest of your life. Men should also get a choice and a say, but often don’t. not when they are raped, not when they are tricked, not when they are not ready for a baby, not when they have other plans in life, not when they want to be a part of the child’s life, nothing. That should be a problem. That should be considered an inequality. 

Negan asking you who you are and you fooling around would include :

(Woooo more prompts! ROFL XD YAY READER FOR BEING WEIRD! and Negan being like o_O Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Negan thinking you’re a tough one and instantly picking you up from the line up to take back to the Sanctuary

-Negan having his men mistreat you but you thinking the whole place is a joke, especially when you hear everyone proclaiming to be “Negan” and just laughing your ass off, confusing everyone

-Negan being impressed by you and one evening having Dwight bring you into one of the nicer rooms, trying to convince you of the lifestyle but your thoughts are somewhere else until your hear him ask “Who are you?”

-You really thinking this whole “Negan” thing is dumb and hesitating between “Your mom” and “Who do you think I am?” and just cracking a smile, making Negan uneasy

-When he asks you again, you come up with something even more brilliant and suddenly you have a flair for the dramatic as you would slowly look away from him and act as if what you were about to say was top secret

-You finally telling him your “secret” by getting closer to him, making him smirk, only for you to channel your inner Batman voice to tell him “I…AM…BATMAN!”

-Negan being completely taken back like never before and his expression could tell it all, making him not know what to say

-Dwight just being mad that you would say such things and try to pull you away to stop only for Negan to show him it’s fine all while still being shocked

-Simon thinking you’re really hilarious and just laughing in his corner, making Negan and Dwight stare at him, only for him to get self conscious and apologize

-Negan grabbing you by your collar and suddenly cracking a smile as he realizes you’re really just trying to brighten up the mood, only to tell you that he’ll offer you the room as it is an honor to have “Batman” among the Saviors

Many years ago, I used to be a feminist. At first it was merely a “yeah, girl power! Feminism!” kind of thing. And then I moved back home from an abusive relationship, and started hanging out with one of my best friends more often. He was one of the few guys that was a genuine friend and didn’t want to try to get into my pants. Or so I thought. After several months, having found some peace and routine with him, he brought up the prospect of being anything more. Thing is, I felt nothing for him in that aspect. I mentioned this, told him that it wouldn’t feel right forcing myself to be in a relationship with him when I didn’t actually see him in a romantic way and that it would only be cruel to him. He was disheartened, but he didn’t bring it up again for a while.

He was a pharmacy student who was on the cusp of graduation. He studied well and had high grades, and part of our hangout routine was him using his homework and notes to “teach” me (I didn’t really pay attention, but it helped him to better understand his material). One weekend - Halloween, actually, as I will always remember it - he was picking me up from my place so we could spend a few days lounging and playing video games. His car broke down and we spent hours waiting for the tow truck. The next night, we were playing video games per usual. He asked about whether or not I wanted to go somewhere and do something different. I told him that, understanding his financial situation, it would be best if we just continued with our normal routine. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I figured “Hey, he must just be bored and stressed.” He seemed flustered and excused himself to get us some drinks from downstairs.

He came back with some drinks. I remember that mine tasted odd. I chalked it up to flat soda and allergies to the cats. Soon after, I got extremely tired. I thought it was because I hadn’t slept a few days and it was catching up to me, and I was with someone that I trusted.

I woke up feeling weird. My clothes were gone, I was in his bed, and he was on top of me. His tongue was down my throat. Every ounce of trust I had went down the drain. I was enraged. He was the ONLY male I had trusted. He was my best friend. I hardly trusted my own father to not hurt me at this point in my life because of how rocky our relationship had been. The man I had just left was sexually, physically, and emotionally abusive. This man, the man I so foolishly had considered my best friend, had broken every ounce of trust. I don’t even know the full extent to what he had done to me. But I demanded a ride home.

I never went to the police because I didn’t think they would believe me and at the time I still cared for him as a friend. I didn’t understand at the time everything that had happened. It didn’t completely sink in for years that he had drugged me. It didn’t sink in that he was the one who took off my clothes, that he had touched me in places he knew I would never allow. And I didn’t want to ruin his life over it. But it hit deep enough that I began to hate all men. Every one of them.

A couple of months later, after barring him completely from my life, I was hanging out with my female best friend. She took me out with two of her male friends, who I didn’t like or trust. And a guy that I’d liked from high school met us at the place we were hanging out. He pulled me off to a secluded area and started kissing me. At first I didn’t mind. He was cute, and seeing him kind of rekindled the old flame. But then he wouldn’t stop. And I started pushing him away from me, but he would pull me closer. I’d tell him to stop, and he would tell me that I didn’t really want that. I started struggling and yelling.

My best friend with her friends came across us. I came to find out that she didn’t know he had taken me away and had been looking for us. He friends separated us. I was crushed, because once again a man had broken my trust. My friend, instead of consoling me, lashed out at him. Accused him of “using me to get to her because he knew she liked him.” She didn’t try to make sure I was okay. But her friends did. Her two male friends, who I hadn’t liked simply on the basis that they were male, told me that if they had known the extent to which things had happened they would have beaten his ass instead of telling him to leave. One, who had just gotten out of jail, said that if I knew where the guy lived he would be more than willing to go back to protect me from the guy. These two men were more understanding than she had been.

They took me home. I was too shaken up to be fun. My dad saw how I was, and asked me what happened. The guy worked with my father. I told my dad what he did. He asked me what I wanted to do. My only words were “I want him to go away.” My dad said he could make that happen. And he did. The guy moved to California within the month.

I began having doubts about whether or not all men deserved to be hated simply because of their penis.

Months later, I began going to school the place my dad worked at. I realized that a lot of the ladies there liked my father. He wouldn’t ever do anything to return this “friendliness” from the women. My father prided himself on being professional. He was a completely different person than he was at home. One of the women who consistently tried to advance on my father began to feel spurned. So she and some of the other girls conspired together. They made false accusations about my father. Saying he would touch them and speak inappropriately to them. The school wouldn’t even listen to my father. They wouldn’t even allow him to defend himself. “The accusation alone is proof enough” were their official words. They made him resign.

My father began working as the general manager of a chain of luxury refinery. The girls that he hired took a liking to him, and when he turned down their advancements, they did the same. They accused him of sexually harassing them. When he didn’t. Once again, he was forced to resign. “This has happened twice. If it happens again, we will be forced to revoke your license.” Once again, they didn’t even allow him to defend himself. They wouldn’t see the video footage of him telling them to stop. They wouldn’t see the texts of him telling them to calm down. Because he was male.

And I realized that I, as a woman, held more power than any man ever could. I realized that all it took was mere words to destroy a man’s life. That wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t oppression, not on a woman’s part. I realized that there were shitty men and shitty women. But there was no shortage of good men either. And there was no shortage of good women.

My resentment for men faded, and it faded fast. My resentment for feminism grew for forcing me to be so scared of men, because despite my terrible experiences there were men who were willing to go to prison to defend a woman that they hadn’t known for more than five hours.


My entire point is that you are allowed to be hurt by your past experiences. You are allowed to feel, to grow past it. But don’t harbor the hatred. Don’t turn it against the people who didn’t actually do anything to you. If a man abuses you in any way, shape, or form, it’s on him. It isn’t on the shoulders of every other man in existence.

Misandry isn’t the answer. Don’t let your fear turn into hatred, please. Learn to grow past it. Because no matter how scared you are, there are people strong enough to protect you, who are willing to do so in the blink of an eye. People who don’t even know you who still love you enough to treat you like family. And it’s not their fault that there are fucked up people. People, not just men. People.

i regularly have flashbacks to watching the practice livestreams for the 2017 figure skating world championships on youtube because there was a live chat and let me just give you a rundown of what kinda mess that was

Men’s practice:

  • like 70% of the messages where along the lines of “WHEN IS YUZURU PRACTICING” 
  • to which like 10 people would respond GROUP 4 HE IS IN GROUP 4 GROUP 4 IS COMING ON IN LIKE AN HOUR PLEASE STOP ASKING
  • There was one particular guy who complained about how much he hated yuri on ice fans like once every 2 minutes. This was often unprompted
  • every time an asian man started practicing someone would comment something along the lines of WOW SUCH EROS
  • WHERE IS YUZU
  • Every time someone mentioned Nathan Chen like 5 Yuzuru fans would get PISSED and it was honestly terrifying
  • “i heard Nathan is doing 8 quads!!!” 
  • I asked what group Boyang was in and the chat exploded into people just responding “BOYANG!!!” for a solid 30 seconds
  • Someone asked if it was the grand prix final and the chat went absolutely nuts on that person
  • “WAS THAT A QUAD AXEL?” “No that was a fucking triple you FOOL” 
  • WHEN IS YUZU-KUN PRACTICING
  • I actually didn’t watch yuzuru practice i didn’t think i was mentally strong enough to witness the live chat when that happened
  • YUZU???

Women’s practice:

  • Significantly fewer viewers, a less chaotic chat, all around a more pleasant experience
  • The same guy who was complaining about yuri on ice fans was there. He complained about yuri on ice fans again. This time it was about once every 10 minutes and always unprompted
  • Someone MENTIONED yuzuru and the entire chat exploded with people saying PLEASE DON’T DO THIS RIGHT NOW
  • There was one person who kept on asking if anyone could do a double axel. No one ever responded
  • ISU is heteronormative discourse
  • “WHEN IS EVGENIA PRACTICING?”, the lesser-known sibling of the infamous WHERE IS YUZU
Shinee as the Mafia + How He Met You

||| Anon asked: Can I request something for shinee like the Monsta x reaction: they’d win the mafia+how they met you? Please and thank you! |||


Onew/Lee Jinki

Originally posted by dayumonew

  • Was actually working in the gang till he killed the previous leader declaring himself the boss.
  • A lot of people didn’t support him so he had to deal with them himself.
  • Even nowadays he tends to kill the ones that look even a little bit suspicious.
  • Because of that (and fear) he gained everybody’s respect.
  • Likes planing and going on the missions himself, much to his men displeasure as the gang would surely fall without him.
  • Is really good with all types of weapons but prefers not to make a mess.

He was going to kill you after you talked back to him but found your courage amusing. 

“Where did you come from? Don’t you know the rules in this gang?”

“I follow no rules.”

“Is that so?” he asked standing up from his desk and pressing his gun to your forehead.

“Are you trying to scare me? Because it’s not working.”

He fired a shot into the wall near your head. You just closed your eyes and exhaled deeply.

“How about now? Still nothing, huh? How interesting! I’m going to enjoy your company.”


Key/Kim Kibum

Originally posted by celes-tae

  • Only the most trusted members have seen his face as he works as a spy for the group.
  • He doesn’t actually hide but likes to remain in the shadows.
  • Works quickly, silently and without a trace.
  • Can infiltrate any building in 5 min or less.
  • If paid enough would also assassinate anybody, doesn’t matter who - men, women children.

 You were working as a guard for a government building he infiltrated. According to his resources you were not supposed to be there, so he when he landed through the vent on the floor he was surprised to see you there just you were. He quickly grabbed your arm before you could take your gun out and slammed you against the wall.

“Now you’re going to listen to me and not make a single sound or I would have to kill you, that would be unfortunate though seeing how pretty you are, so do you understand?” he asked and you nodded quickly.

“Great.” he smiled. “Considering you work here you must have all the key cards to access guarded areas, right?” he searched your body.

“Everything is accessed by identifying the fingerprints.” you told him.

“Really now? Then I guess we are going to spend some more quality time together.”


Kim Jonghyun

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

  • Unwillingly works as an assassin for the gang.
  • That’s because he would rather make the people disappear than kill them but as he’s the best shot in the whole gang the leader often asks him to care of business.
  • Talking about disappearing he’s the one you should come to. 
  • The people he dealt with would either end up in prison, be sold on the black market or end up in unknown, deserted places in less than 24 hours.
  • Tends to put on a serious face while on the job but is actually horrible at controlling his emotions which gets him in trouble most of the time.

He met you by accident when he was disposing of a body in a forest you were jogging. You just froze in your tracks out of fear and disbelief.

“Who the fuck goes jogging in these types of forests at this hour?” he thought. Seeing as you were just standing there and not running away he wondered what to do with you. He didn’t want to kill you and he was not afraid if you reported him to the police as most them were bribed. So he just took the body and dumped it in the hole, hoping you will take off. He didn’t expect to see you armed with a stick when he looked up. He just barely avoided your hit.

“Whoa, missy. Calm down.” but you were already swinging the stick in all directions. Annoyed he tried to pull it out of your hand which made you lose your balance and for him to fall on top of you.

“Well this is rather unfortunate for you.” he smirked but when he saw how sacred you were he just got back on his feet, picked you up and threw you into the backseat of his car.

“Maybe Minho will give me some advice on what to do with you.”


Choi Minho

Originally posted by itsonewday

  • Right hand of the boss and sometimes even more reliable than him as he their leader tends to be reckless.
  • Doesn’t take shit from anyone.
  • Has a really short temper if you get him angry. 
  • Even though that happens rarely he just whips out his gun and kills whoever annoyed him on the spot.
  • Takes care of the gangs documents, finances, resources and such.
  • Likes to plan everything carefully before taking action.

You had nothing to do with the mafia as he often met you in the park, where he came to relax from the stress and tension in work. You would always sit at the same bench at the same time reading (he later calculated everything, so he would be able to see you whenever he came to the park). You could often feel his stare and whenever you looked up he would quickly avert his eyes. After a few weeks of staring you decided to talk to him changing your position every single day to get close to him. When one day you came and he was not there you were quite disappointed. Suddenly strong hands grabbed you and made you sit on the bench. His face was inches from your and he looked angry.

“Are you trying to seduce me or something to get some info? What’s the deal with you?”

“I, I-” you started.

“You what?” he shouted.

“I just wanted to talk to you that’s all.” you said trembling. Only now did he realized how stupid and suspicious of everything he his.

“Oh fuck, you don’t know anything about me, do you? I’m sorry for scaring you. Could I treat you to coffee or something as an excuse?”


Lee Taemin

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

  • His job is to gather information. 
  • As much as he enjoys torturing it out of someone he would often use other means to get it.
  • Is actually a really good thief and manages to snatch the things he needs without trouble.
  • He also learned from Kibum to sneak in and out without being noticed but that doesn’t always work as he needs more practice.
  • Dances his way out of trouble when the need arises
  • Likes small weapons like scalpels and such because they let him inflict more direct and precise pain.

He was about to steal your purse (just for fun) when you unexpectedly turned around and saw what he was going. You gave him a big slap and ran away asking for help. Not wanting to draw any attention to himself he quickly caught up with you and pushed you into an alley. He slammed his hand on the wall near your face, securing you in place.

“Look lady, I didn’t actually want your bag. You were even not supposed to see me but now that you know how I look, it might get dangerous.”

“Please, take whatever you want, just don’t kill me.”

“Whatever I want, huh? Then I guess I will take you.” he said knocking you out and throwing you over his shoulder before you could protest.


A/N: Woah this got longer then expected!! I laughed a lot at my own jokes while writing this, their are not even that funny, their are not even a lot of them here, I think I need more sleep 😂 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups both male and female!! 😃

Consider this a 3 am AU written entirely on mobile tumblr in which Neil is a runaway prince and Andrew is a bandit/thief/Robin Hood-esque whatever the fuck with his family + Kevin, and like most of the plot is over and done with.

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“Abram.” The name rolls off of Andrew’s tongue, unfamiliar. “Abram,” he repeats. “Is that a truth?”

“It’s the only truth I know,” Neil responds. “But if ‘Neil’ is a lie, I’d like to keep it so for as long as possible.”

“You are Neil Josten,” Andrew says. His tone holds no room for arguments. Neil has never been good at listening to such things, though.

“I am Nathaniel Wesninski,” he says, barely forcing the words out. “I am Prince Nathaniel Wesninski and my father–”

“You are Neil Abram Josten.” Even if he had not spoken, the conviction behind Andrew’s eyes would have been enough to shut him up. He wonders, not for the first time, how anyone could believe him to be heartless. How anyone could believe him to be The Monster that they’ve all labeled him as. Perhaps Andrew is more human than all of them. Maybe he just knows the truth better than all of them. Maybe, perhaps. “You are Neil Abram Josten and you are one of us.”

It’s the last words that knock the air out of his chest. “I’m one of you?” Neil breathes, eyes wide.

“Don’t be an idiot.” Andrew leans forward to flick his forehead. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

“I’m dangerous to you, and your family.”

“So is Kevin.”

“But you have a deal with Kevin.”

“I had a deal with you.”

There’s a silence. A bird chirps. The wind rustles through the trees. The moon just barely shines through the leaves above them.

Andrew lifts a hand and it hovers just beside Neil’s bandaged cheek. He’s giving him a choice. Neil leans to the side, letting him cup his cheek as he closes his eyes. He hasn’t touched Andrew since Riko took him. He is still warm, although the air is cool. He had thought Riko would bring him to is father, and he’d never feel him again. He’d been prepared for that. Now, he doesn’t know if he would ever be able to leave again.

“Your father still believes Riko to be alive and on his way to him,” Andrew murmurs lowly, stroking his thumb along the bandage. “All it would take is a worded letter to your uncle. He would be dealt with–him and his men.”

“And who will take over?” Neil asks. He opens his eyes. “I am not fit to be king.”

“You are a leader, Neil Josten. You will do fine. It is your birthright.”

“I have not been learning to be a leader in years. I am out of practice.”

“Your uncle can help you. You can build an alliance through your father’s death, and he can teach you to be king. He loves you enough to do so.”

“And what of you? And Nicky, and Aaron, and Kevin?”

Andrew is quiet while he ponders this. “What do you want? What is it that you wish for us to do?”

“I wish for you all to be able to find somewhere to rest.”

“Even Aaron?”

“…I suppose. He is your brother. I can retract your criminal status. You can have a place in the palace.”

“So you are planning on becoming king, then.”

“I–.” Neil blinks. He hadn’t realized. “I suppose so.”

Andrew nods. “We shall send a letter to your uncle, then?”

“I do not need him to fight my battles.”

“You will not fight your father.” It’s an ordwr, but it sounds like a plea. Neil is and likely always will be weak to Andrew. He cannot argue when he can hear that something behind his voice.

“Okay,” he murmurs, “we will send for my uncle.”

Andrew looks at him, looks into eyes that Neil hates because they are wholly his father’s. They are eyes that Andrew finds intriguing, he knows. “The era of Wesninski will soon be over,” he says. “You will be a king bearing the name Josten. You are not your father. You will be better than him.” You are better than him, he doesn’t say.

“Andrew…” His hand is still to his cheek. He isn’t inclined to remind him to remove it. “Yes or no?”

Neil has not kissed Andrew since the night before Riko had taken him all that time ago. The last time they kissed, Neil was aware of the time limit hanging above his head. He had wanted to know the feeling of being something to Andrew before he was forced to leave them.

There is still a limit, but he feels like they have all the time in the world. Nicky and Aaron and Kevin sleep, far enough away to not be heard but still be seen. In this moment, it is Andrew Doe and Neil Josten and no one else. This is the one thing Neil has ever truly wanted. Whatever ‘this’ may be.

“Yes.”

It is Andrew who closes the gap. Andrew who presses his lips so, so softly to Neil’s in a way that is odd, but not unwelcome.

It is not a kiss in a haze of lust. It is not one of desperation. It is not one that speaks of a goodbye and the knowledge that ‘this’ will never be anything ever again.

It is a kiss that holds the promise they had made all those months ago, and the silent promise they made just then. It speaks of that 'something’ that Andrew refuses to acknowledge. It speaks of the things they will never tell each other, but know, deep down. It speaks of battles hard won and the freedom that is so, so close. It speaks of whatever Neil Abram Josten and Andrew Joseph Doe are.

It is a kiss that speaks of everything.

Blackout

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson and Tony Stark

Words: 1826

Warning: none

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by seabasschino

It was Thursday night, which meant movie night with the girls! It had become a tradition for the three of you since the moment you broke your arm once and there was nothing better to do at night. Ever since, you had that appointment every Thursday night. Sometimes someone else would join you, but most of the time it was a girl night.

“Which one are we watching tonight?” You asked from the kitchen as you made some popcorns.

“I downloaded Mr and Mrs Smith since Wanda said she had never watched it”, Natasha replied from the living room.

“I’m never against watching a young Brad Pitt in action”, you said with a smirk while you walked into the living room with them.

Wanda was serving the drinks and Natasha was connecting her laptop to the huge screen where you always watched the movies. After you put the popcorns on the table, you started setting the couches for the three of you, so you would be comfortable enough.

“This movie was during or before Brangelina became a thing?” Wanda asked.

“I think they were already together but I honestly have no idea” you told her and took a seat.

Natasha and Wanda sat down by your sides so all of you could reach the popcorns with no problem. Once Nat made sure you were all ok, she played the movie and told FRIDAY to turn off the lights so the only source of light was the screen and the city. You had only watched this movie once, a couple of years ago, but you knew it was a funny one and you weren’t wrong. But just when you were getting into it, the screen went dark.

“What the fuck?” You groaned sitting up properly.

“FRIDAY, turn on the lights!” Wanda exclaimed but nothing happened. With a sigh, Natasha got up. “What is it?”

“Sam and his stupid pranks. This is the second time he causes a blackout”, she explained shaking her head. “I’m going to the basement to look for him and kick his ass, Wanda you go to the roof, and (Y/N) you go to the lab, in case he managed to turn everything off from a computer”

“Are you really going to down 80 floors using the stairs?” Wanda smirked. Natasha narrowed her eyes.

“I’m going to the roof with you”, she replied quickly causing you to laugh as you made your way to the lab using your phone as a flashlight.

Damn Sam Wilson and his stupid jokes. Hopefully, Tony would kick his ass and if he didn’t, you would. You were walking slowly since it was hard to know where you were, even using the flashlight which wasn’t as helpful as it should be.

Suddenly you heard a noise behind your back, making you stop on your tracks.

“Sam, I swear that if this is you I’m going to throw you down the tower without your suit on”, you threatened.

You hated when someone scared you and everyone knew it, just like they knew how easy it was. It easily got to your nerves and got really nervous all of sudden, so just the idea of someone trying to scare you got you on the edge. Then, you heard some footsteps just behind you so you turned around and move the phone from one side to another, trying to see a shadow or anything that would let you know who was there.

“Ok, this is not funny anymore Wilson. Just stop it”, you said with a frown now.

Just then someone tapped your shoulder, making you jump and gasp. You turned around ready to punch whoever it was when suddenly you felt someone’s lips over yours, catching you completely off guard. You didn’t know who it was, but his lips were soft and gently, and the hand resting on your hip was firm and big and, for some reason, you could see fireworks at the back of your mind that made you kiss the unknown back.

“Who are you?” You whispered when the other person pulled away but there was no response.

Just then, the light came back and you found yourself alone. What the fuck? You looked around, expecting to see someone walking away but there was no one. Yet, you knew it had been real, you could still feel the kiss on your lips.

“(Y/N)?” Wanda’s voice came from the living room.

“Coming!” You exclaimed still confused. After looking around once again, you hurried back to the living room where Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you.

“It was Tony this time, he was doing an experiment”, Natasha shrugged.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”, Wanda asked as she saw your face.

“I’m ok…I just…” you looked back still trying to figure out what had just happened. “Someone just kissed me”, you told them.

“What?” Natasha asked.

Both of them looked as confused as you but you couldn’t explain it. All you could do was telling them what had just happened. Of course you thought they wouldn’t believe you but for some reason they did.

“That’s strange”, Wanda said looking at Natasha. “Why are you smirking?”

“That bastard!” She exclaimed and ran away in the direction you just came from.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I have no idea”, Wanda mumbled with a frown. “Do you have any idea of who could have done it?” She asked you after a moment.

“Honestly…no idea. All I know is that it felt great” you admitted with a smile. Wanda laughed a little and sighed.

“It looks like we have mystery to solve”, she shrugged.

“Or we can just ask Nat. Obviously, she knows something we don’t”, you said.

“That’s the easy option”, Wanda smiled.

“I’m not really into mysteries so…easy option it is” you decided.

Luckily you didn’t have to go far since Natasha was coming back just then. The two of you started harassing her with questions but, as the professional she was, she dodged all of them so you just let it go after fifteen minutes. Trying to get some information from her was useless and a waste of time.

The next days you were the whole time thinking about your “mysterious kisser”, like Wanda liked to call him. You had come up with a list of the names of the people in the tower that night. After questioning around you were left with three names: Clint, Bucky and Sam. The three of them were the ones that didn’t have an alibi good enough. Clint said he had been at the gym training but no one had seen him; Sam said he was out at a party but Steve had told you, he actually was in the tower but didn’t know what he was doing; and Bucky said he was sleeping which you just didn’t buy. He didn’t take naps. Ever.

You didn’t believe it was Clint since he was married and all that stuff, but Wanda was stubborn as fuck. “You never know”, she used to say. So you just kept him on the list even though you knew it wasn’t him.

“How do I find out who was?” You asked.

“I think you will have to kiss them”, Wanda shrugged.

“What? I’m not going to kiss them one by one, Wanda”, you said laughing at the idea.

“You can laugh but that’s the only option”, she shrugged.

“I don’t care. I’m not doing it”, you replied.

“C’mon! I understand you don’t want to kiss Clint, but Sam and Bucky?” Wanda asked.

With a sigh you looked out of the window. You didn’t want to kiss Sam or Clint, but indeed you wanted to kiss Bucky. You had been wanting to do such thing for months but you just didn’t have the courage.

“FRIDAY, where are Wilson and Barnes?” Wanda asked.

“What are you doing?”

“They’re both with Mr Stark in the lab, Miss Maximoff”, FRIDAY replied.

“Thank you”, she smiled and looked at you. “C’mon, let’s solve the mystery”

She got up from your bed and took your hand, dragging you out of the room, ignoring your constant protests. She literally dragged you all the way to the lab, she even told you she would carry on her shoulder if she had to.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked when Wanda pushed you into the lab and closed the door.

“We have a mystery to solve”, Wanda smiled walking over the three men.

“And you need our help?” Sam asked with a laugh.

“No, we don’t. Wanda let’s go”, you begged your friend.

“We do”, she smiled and stood in front of Bucky and Sam. “One of you kissed my friend, the one who’s there, the night of the blackout. She really wants to know who did it. We know it was one of you two, guys, but since it is obvious that you’re not going to say who did it, I’m afraid she will have to kiss both of you to find it out”, she explained.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed.

“Great!” Tony laughed.

“What?” Sam said laughing as well.

“No way” Bucky mumbled.

You frowned at Bucky’s response. No way? No way you would kiss him? No way you would kiss Sam? No way what?

“No way?” Tony asked raising an eyebrow as a smirk appeared on his face, like there was something he knew. Some sort of secret.

“No way she’s kissing the flying man over here. I’m not having it” he crossed his arms.

“And why not, Barnes?” Wanda smirked. Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

With a frown, you looked at all of them. Wanda and Tony were smirking at Bucky, Sam was chuckling behind his hand, and Bucky was looking at Wanda like he was having some sort of inner debate. Suddenly it all made sense. You remembered the tall figure of the man who kissed you, how he used only one hand to touch since the other one would make you know who he was instantly; the long hair tickling your cheeks and those lips. It wasn’t Sam and it definitely wasn’t Clint.

Slowly, you moved until you were standing in front of Bucky so he couldn’t look at Wanda anymore. Instead, he looked down at you, sudden fear in his eyes. With a smile, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his. Immediately, he wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you close and the fireworks started again. It was him. Those lips were unique and that kiss was incomparable.

“Mystery solved”, you heard Wanda. “Give them privacy guys”

Then you heard footsteps walking away and the lab door opening and closing, leaving the two of you alone, lost in the kiss. After a moment you pulled away and looked at him.

“I’m busted”, he chuckled.

“You are”, you said with a nod before kissing him again, knowing you would never have enough of this.

“Seventeen Days” (Part 6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

“Seventeen Days (Masterlist)”

“I really want to eat outside, let’s go! I want to be where the people are!”

“What are you, the Little Mermaid? And why do I need to come with you?! Also don’t hold my sandwich hostage, give that to me!”

“The Little Mermaid doesn’t go anywhere without her grumpy crab Sebastian! Also, you promised last night! Your sandwich is collateral, so deal with it!”

His brow furrowing and his lips twisting into a scowl, Bucky stares at you with a downright frightening look, but both of you know that it doesn’t have any effect on you. He learned this last night when the both of you nabbed a private study room to work on the Calculus problem sets. Bucky contorted his face into a series of intimidating glares and stone-cold masks, but you continued to happily gab your way through a problem set.

You happily hook your arm around Bucky’s, which elicits a weird strangled noise from him. “You asked me late at night when I was really tired! You asked when my defenses were low!” he starts to protest as you drag him out of the building.

“This campus is so beautiful, it would be criminal to not eat outside,” you chirp, ignoring the man-child whines of your companion. You’re scanning the college green for the perfect spot to eat lunch, when your eyes land on a familiar figure. A smile lights up on your face and you pull Bucky’s attention to the table where this person sits with two other people. “There. That’s where I want to eat. Let’s eat with them.”

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When I was 5, I sat on the edge of my chair with my legs spread. I felt an itch between them, so I reached down to scratch, but my grandma grabbed my wrist to stop me and hissed: “Girls don’t do that!” I asked her why, because I had seen my father doing it, I had seen all the boys in primary school doing it, too. And it itched and I wanted to scratch it. Her answer was: “It’s just how it is. Girls don’t do that. Also, don’t sit there with your legs spread like that. Girls don’t do that, either.”

When I was 6, I spent a day on the beach with my family. I was excited about the new bikini my mum got me, but confused as to why she asked me to keep the top on when I went for a swim. She hadn’t made me wear it the years before, but suddenly, she was very fussy about it. “Look, I’ve got one on, too.”, she said to me. And I thought I understood: Women had to cover their breasts, because they were bigger than mens’. But I wasn’t a woman. I was a child. Later, I overheard a talk she had with my dad. “I don’t want old men to stare at her.”, she whispered. I interrupted them and asked her why she thought old men would look at me. Her answer was: “It’s just how it is. It’s because you’re a girl. And men do that.”

When I was 9, I got in a fight with my best friend. I went home and complained about it to my grandma, who lived with us. She told me I should have seen it coming. “That’s how girls are.”, she said. “A friendship between girls is always also a competition. Girls are jealous, manipulative and backstabbing. You can’t trust them.” But I had never fought with my best friend before and I knew we’d forgive and forget the next day, anyway. So, I asked my grandma why, and her answer was: “It’s just how it is. Catfights will happen. It’s normal. That’s how girls are.”

When I was 13, I fell in love with a boy from the neighbourhood. I couldn’t hide my excitement. He was on my mind all the time and I caught myself wishing we were together, so I could hold his hand and kiss him, too. I wanted to meet him, get to know him better, and I told my dad about my plan of asking him out. “Don’t do that.”, my dad said. “It’s not appropriate for a girl to ask a boy out.” Though I partly agreed, since I had never seen a woman proposing to the man in a movie, or read about a girl kissing her crush first, I still didn’t understand what would be so bad about being an exception, so I asked my dad why I had to wait for a boy to show interest in me in order to be allowed to openly requite it. His answer was: “It’s just how it is, darling. The man makes the first move. It’s always been this way. Boys like to conquer, and girls love being chased.”

When I was 17, I was part of a large group of friends. There was a boy who fancied me. I didn’t like him back, but I wasn’t used to anyone crushing on me, so I enjoyed the attention. He’d always tell me I was special. One of a kind. Different. “You’re not like other girls.”, he said. “You’re not a bitch. You’re funny, laid back, intelligent. You don’t just care about your nails or your hair. You get my sense of humour. You’re not like most girls. You’re my best guy friend. But with tits.” I was flattered in the beginning, but soon, I started to wonder if his compliments were any at all. I began to feel disgusted with him. I didn’t want to be his best guy friend with tits. So I asked him what’s so good about a girl like me, a girl unlike what he called a typical one, and his answer was: “That’s easy to explain. A pretty model type of girl is good enough to jack off to, but in the end, a guy wants some drama free pussy. You’re an exception. The majority of girls is superficial and slutty. The kind of girl you fuck, but dump when you’re ready to settle down. Or they’re just plain boring and prude. This sounds harsh, but it’s just how it is.”

When I was 19, there was a boy I regularly had sex with. It was nice. Not the breathtaking kind of passionate, ecstatic fucking I had dreamed of; maybe we lacked chemistry, maybe it would have been nicer if we had been in love; but I was alright with it. I adapted, obeyed and swallowed. Of course I did. In the beginning, he really put an effort in giving me what I gave him. He really tried. But his attempts at putting his tongue to good work quickly faded into halfheartedly rubbing me dry and at some point, he said: “I’m giving up.” I asked him why. His answer was: “It’s so hard to get a girl off. You women need ages to cum. It’s so exhausting.” I laughed and told him I needed about two minutes when I did it on my own. “Then stick to that.”, he said. “I’ve got a cramp in my wrist. Women are so complicated. It’s just how it is. I’m sorry.”

I am 20 now, and I’ve come to realize that my female identity has been shaped by a biased, hypocritical excuse based on ridiculous gender roles: “It’s just how it is.” All my life, I have asked them why, and all they said was “It’s just how it is.” And it didn’t matter whether I’ve asked men or women. Internalized misogyny is just as harmful. There were as many women as men who said: “It’s just how it is.” But that is not the answer I wanted. Not the answer I needed. These few words don’t fucking answer the countless questions concerning my gender identity.

Why can’t I sit with my legs spread? What’s so shameful about what I keep between them? Why must I cover my breasts? Why am I being sexualized long before I’m even told when sex is? Why am I being taught to mistrust other girls? Why do I have to compete with other girls? Why am I only a good girl when I’m not like most girls? Why do I have to keep quiet about the way I feel? Why am I not allowed to show affection like men do? Can’t I conquer a boy’s heart, too? Why must love be about conquering, anyway? What if I don’t like being chased? What if it scares me? Why do boys scare me, anyway? Why do you make me feel inferior to them? And why do I have to like a boy in order to be liked? Why am I being shamed for being a “slut”, them shamed for being “prude”? Why am I expected to adapt, obey and swallow without praise when boys who return the favour are considered grateful, dedicated lovers, heroes, almost ,because to the majority of them, it’s not fucking understood that if I make them cum, they should make me cum, too? Why am I exhausting to be with? Why am I complicated?

Is it because I’m a bitch? Because I’m an oversensitive little baby? Is it because I’m a slut? A prude virgin? Is it because I’m on my period? Cause women are just crazy? Cause I am jealous, manipulative, backstabbing, competitive or any of the other countless negative traits that are immediately connected with the female identity? All summed up, is it because I’m a girl?

I’ve asked them. And they said yes.

And when I asked “But why?”, they said it again: “It’s just how it is.”

“It” is that context, is a never ending circle of resigning acceptance of the circumstance that girls are being raised to disrespect their own gender from their childhood on. I was, and am, expected to accept the fact that being female automatically makes me inferior, and that I should be thankful for being treated equally, because that’s not the standard. I was, and am, expected to appreciate and take it as a compliment when people tell me that I’m not like other women. Because I was, and am, expected to look down on women even though I am a woman myself. But I refuse. I refuse to adapt, obey and swallow. I refuse to accept that “it’s just how it is”. I refuse to take this as an answer, and I will not stop asking why. I won’t ever stop asking why. Not because I want people to give me a proper response, but because I want them to question themselves, too. I want them to start wondering. Want them to start doubting the concept of the role I’ve learned to stick to before I knew how to spell my “typically female” name. I want them to think about it, lose their sleep about it, until they ask, too: “Why?”

In order to eliminate misogynic stereotypes, we must unlearn to understand them. We must refuse to accept “It’s just how it is” as an answer, until we forget what “it” stands for. Keep asking why, until nobody knows an answer anymore. “It’s just how it is” is not an answer. Neither is “It’s cause you’re a girl”. Or “That’s how girls are”. Because girls can be everything and anything they want to be. That’s how it really is.

—  I REFUSE!, a rant on how my female identity has been shaped by excuses and lies
Imagine being Lucifers soulmate

Word count: 2186

Request by: anon - Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Lucifer x reader where Chuck is like “yeah Lucifer has a soulmate duh” so Sam, Dean, Cas, Lucifer, and Chuck all go to find them (Sam and Dean ready for her to be all evil) but they’re super intelligent and sweet? Thank you!! 

A/N: Thanks for the request <3

No one’s POV

Sam, Dean, Cas and Chuck were all sat silently in the room thinking of ways in which they could make Lucifer less angry at everything which reduces the risk of him throwing one of his ‘tantrums’ and destroying his brothers and humanity.

“I guess we could find his soulmate,” Chuck spoke out loud breaking the silence causing both Sam and Dean’s heads to shoot up and stare in Chuck’s direction.

“That’s a possibility,” Castiel replied to his father before continuing to look down at the lore book in his hands.

Both Sam and Dean just continued to stare at them in shock. The Lucifer, the very fallen angel which wanted to destroy humanity, had a soulmate, a human soulmate. A long period of silence followed as they were both too frozen to say anything.

“Wait what? Lucifer has a soulmate,” Dean spoke breaking the silence asking the question both him and Sam wanted to ask.

“Yeah Lucifer has a soulmate, duh,” Chuck laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I made every angel have a soulmate.”

“Could you take us and Lucifer to her?” Sam asked Chuck steadily and Dean looked at him as if he had just said the most stupid and crazy thing in the world.

“Of course I can,” Chuck replied looking over the small group of people within the room, “It’s just getting Lucifer out of his room and agreeing to the plan that’s going to be the hard part, I don’t think he even knows himself that he has a mate.”

Everyone’s heads drifted to Dean silently, as a group, picking him to be the one to speak to the angry archangel only a few rooms down from them.

“Well I’m not going in there alone with no defence against a moody archangel.” Dean spoke matter-of-factly.

“Who are you calling moody?” A smooth voice called out causing everyone’s heads to shoot over to where the sound came from.

There stood Lucifer leaned against the doorframe with a smug expression covering his face, it was the first time anyone had seen him come out of his designated room almost as if he could sense that the others were talking about him.

“Lucifer, come sit,” Chuck spoke causing Lucifer to pull a face which resembled disgust.

“I’m fine here,” he replied. Lucifer still wasn’t back to being 100% father and son with God (in fact he acted like a teenager) but they seemed to be better than they were when he first got out of the cage and being moody constantly was better to Chuck than his son not talking to him at all.

“Well, what do you all want, I could hear you all thinking my name from my room,” Lucifer spoke into the silent room taking notice of the shocked expressions on the Winchester’s face’s when looking at him.

“Father decided it would be best if took you to see your soulmate.” Castiel informed Lucifer.

Shock was evident on Lucifer’s face for a split moment in time before it returned expressionless to try and hide the emotions he was feeling; it was clear to everyone in the room that he didn’t know he had a soulmate.

“Well, let’s go do that then,” Lucifer spoke calmly yet inside he knew he was excited. After the fall and spending so long in the cage, he had begun to think that his father had not created him a soulmate and was pleasantly surprised to find out that he still had the ability to feel love like his brothers and sisters, “It’s slightly better than doing nothing in my room all day,” he added not wanting anyone in the room to acknowledge his happiness, he still had the reputation of ‘the devil’ to hold.

“That was easier than expected,” mumbled Chuck to both Dean and Sam with a chuckle before raising his hand and clicking sending them all to meet Lucifer’s soulmate.

Your POV

Sighing to yourself, you collapsed onto the sofa, your favourite book in your hand ready to read the night away. The day had been so busy and you hadn’t had a second to relax so you had decided to spend the rest of the night just relaxing, listening to your favourite band and reading. That was until you heard a knocking at the door.

Thinking it was just some hunters coming to you for information you decided to ignore the knocking at the door and continue reading, trying your hardest to relax. They could go to someone else for help, it’s been too long of a day.

The knocking continued so you sighed placing the book down and made your way to the persistent person knocking at your door so late at night.

Shock was evident on your face when you opened the door to 5 men staring at you, two looking slightly scared making you confused as to why they could be here. You slightly backed away from the door in case they were demons (which you doubted highly due to the friendship you had with Crowley, although they could be rouge demons) or any other monster which could have found out you were helping hunters.

Even though you were nervous, your eyes couldn’t help but drift over to the man with blonde hair you just wanted to wrap your hands in and gorgeous blue eyes that you could stare in for eternity, your eyes continued to roam over his body, as did his with yours. You quickly diverted your eyes away from him in case he noticed you checking him out.

“How can I help you lovely men?” you smiled slightly looking at them as a whole.

“We was wondering if we could speak with Y/N,” the guy in the trench coat asked.

“That would be me, please, come in,” you replied, a smile not leaving your face, you nervously watched as they all stepped onto and over the welcome mat which contained a hidden devils trap under it. Your worry slightly lifted when you saw that none of them had gotten stuck. We are demon free, I repeat, demon free you thought to yourself as the men followed you into the kitchen.

“Anybody want a cuppa?” you asked happy that you weren’t in danger, if you were they probably would have tried to attack you by now but you were still cautious just in case.

A chorus of ‘no thank you’s’ was your reply apart from the blonde headed man replying ‘please’ causing all of the other men to look at him as if he had grown another head.

“S-Sure thing,” you cursed yourself for stuttering when talking to him and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

You hummed a cheery tune as you quickly spun around and popped the kettle on before making a drink for the both of you. As you handed the mysteriously hot man his drink your fingers collided for a moment and everything felt right like nothing else mattered in that short moment of time but you and him, sparks of electricity running up your arm. Looking up into the man’s crystal blue eyes, you searched for any sign that he had felt the same as you but all you saw was his expressionless face. Quickly, you grabbed onto your drink before sitting down and inviting everybody else to do so.

“So, what is it you guy’s wanted,” you smiled taking a sip of your drink. You had always been a cheerful person, from a very young age up until now and you had always believed that there was too much negativity within the world that you couldn’t possibly contribute to that, so you tried to spread as much joy as possible. It was one of the reasons you started helping hunters with their boring lore work. Lucifer realised that and admired you for it.

“Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves first, shouldn’t we?” the tall long haired man said nudging the person next to him who continued to stare at you like you was some sort of myth or legend.

“Wha- oh yes. Introductions. I’m Dean, that’s…” he paused for a second whilst pointing in the blonde man’s direction, “…Nick?” he said as more of a question, “Chuck, Cas, and this is my little brother Sam.”

It was now your turn to have shock overcome your face. Did you hear them right? Sam and Dean Winchester was in your house, in front of you with the infamous Castiel you had heard so much about. What the heck would they want with you?

“Winchester brothers?” You asked out quietly, surprised that a voice even managed to come out of your mouth.

“Yeah… That’s us, how’d you know?” Sam asked slightly creeped out that you knew who they were.

“Oh come on, every hunter knows about you two,” you stated.

Silence overcame the room as the men processed what you had just said, the only person to show any form of emotion was Nick, a large, proud smirk across his face at the fact you were a hunter.

“Well then, since you know about the supernatural, we can properly introduce ourselves,” Chuck spoke motioning to him and Nick, “I’m God, but I prefer Chuck.”

“Pleasure to meet you Chuck!” You spoke happily sticking out your hand for him to shake, surprising yourself that you didn’t react massively to the fact he had just told you he was the God. He chuckled taking your hand in his, your infectious smile crawling its way onto his face. Everybody then looked in Nicks direction, you saw him nervously fiddling with his hands.

“I, uh, I’m,” he stuttered, a hand reaching to stroke the back of his neck to calm him down as he debated whether or not he should tell you the truth, “I’m Lucifer.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, for some reason it just felt right and both you and Lucifer knew it. He sighed into the hug relaxing instantly when you didn’t freak out over who he was

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you too Lucifer,” you said into the hug before pulling away from him seeing a smile on his face. The rest of the group seemed shocked at his display of emotion yet Lucifer decided to ignore them and keep smiling at you.

“So,” you spoke suddenly clapping your hands together and reluctantly turning away from Lucifer, “What brings the Winchesters, God and the angels to these neck of the woods.”

Lucifer’s metaphorical heart stopped for a moment when you acknowledged him as an angel, he didn’t think he could possibly fall in love with something as quickly as he was with you.

“You understand the concept of soulmates correct?” Castiel spoke up and you looked over in Lucifer’s direction knowing where the conversation seemed to be heading.

“I do,” you answered Castiel but not taking your eyes off of Lucifer and him not taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, we found out that you are the soulmate of-“

“Lucifer,” you spoke cutting Castiel off. It definitely was the only explanation for the strong attraction you were having for him, it felt as if you had known each other for all eternity.

“Yes, Lucifer is your mate,” Castiel confirmed.

You felt as Lucifer’s hand slid down into yours, fingers locking together causing a grin to appear on both your face and Lucifer’s.

“Okay let’s leave them to it then,” Chuck said shoving the rest of the boys out of the room and throwing a wink at you. Sam and Dean still continued to show shocked expressions at your kindness towards everyone as they were pushed by God out of the room to leave you and Lucifer some privacy to talk.

“Y/N,” Lucifer turned to you and placed a hand on your cheek the other still locked between your fingers, “I know we have only just met, but it feels as if I have been in love with you for eternity.”

“Me too Luci,” you confirmed slightly blushing and ducking your head at the way in which stared lustfully at you.

His hand drifted down to under your chin as he lifted your head to make you look at him. Your eyes locked with his ocean blue ones and it felt as if he was staring directly into your soul. Slowly, with his hand still on your chin, Lucifer leaned down hovering his lips over yours momentarily as your foreheads touched due to how close you were before locking his lips with yours. As cliché as it sounds, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when your hand reached up and gripped into his blonde hair. His gentle hand snaked its way around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest as he deepened the kiss. In this moment, wrapped in your soulmate’s arms, feeling the best you had in a while, you knew that you was truly in love as was Lucifer and that he was going to do everything in his power to protect you.

Protection

Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

A/N: I’M BAAAAACK I’M SO EXCITED TO BE BACK I HOPE YOU ARE TOO although, I bet I’ve lost my whole reader base though. We’ll see.

Warnings: none

It was quite chilly outside, but absolutely roasting in the pub that you and Newt entered. You sat down at a table for two and Newt told you he’d get you a butterbeer. You and Newt had been dating for around two years, you were more than happy sharing him with the creatures, you loved to learn about them as Newt brought new ones in all the time. You were putting your coat over the back of your chair when you noticed a man sit down in front of you.

“Hello,” You said.

“Hi there, beautiful, how’s it going?” He asked, with a smug smile on his face.

“I’m okay thank you,” You replied politely, looking around desperately for Newt.

“What’ a lovely lady such as yourself doing out by yourself?” He asked.

“I’m not, my boyfriend is getting our drinks, you’re sitting in his seat,” You said, fiddling with your fingers under the table. You finally caught Newt’s eye and beckoned him over.

“Hello, sorry you seem to be sitting in my seat,” Newt said politely.

“Your seat? Does it have your name on it?” The man asked cheekily.

“No of course not but I’d like to sit with my girlfriend, so if you would kindly move along,” Newt snapped.

“And why should I?” The man asked.

“Why should you be flirting with my girlfriend, now move, before I make you,” Newt threatened.

“Now, I have a funny feeling that was an empty threat,” The man laughed. Newt took out his wand and the man stood up. “Relax, I was just talking to her,” He defended himself.

“And now you aren’t,” Newt snapped again, sitting down. He set down the two butterbeers, while you were looking at him in shock.

“Newt, honey, I’ve never seen you like that before,” You said, quietly.

“I know, and you know I trust you, it’s him that I don’t trust, I didn’t want him to hurt you,” Newt said, reaching for your hand.

“So any time another man comes near me, you’ll turn in to super protective Newt?” You teased, Newt flushed red. “I wouldn’t mind if you do, it’s kind of cute,” You admitted.

“Oh really?” Newt puffed out his chest. You giggled softly.

“My own superman,” You said, smiling.

“How lucky are you!” He teased. “I know we just got here but would you just want to go home?” Newt asked. You nodded. You put your coat back on and linked your arm with Newt’s when you got outside. He pulled you in to his side. Since it was late, he thought there would be suspicious men about. He eyed them up and you swear you heard him growl.

“You don’t have to growl at every man who walks past us, handsome,” You reminded, making him flush once again.

“I know, I just want to protect you, I couldn’t let anything happen to you,” He said.

“I know, I love you,” You said.

“I love you too, look we’re almost there,” He said, walking a bit faster. You finally reached your shared cottage. You unlocked the door and started the fire. You felt Newt come and put his arms around your middle. “I love you so much, Y/N,”

“I know you do, I love you too, Newt, never forget that,” You replied fondly, turning around to face him. You reached up and cupped his cheeks and pulled his face down to kiss him. He cupped your cheeks and you moved your hands to around the back of his neck. You pulled him closer as you deepened the kiss. He smiled, then moved to kiss your forehead. He pulled you in to a hug and you gripped each other too tightly. You didn’t care though.

“I’ll always protect you,”