ugh sorry this is really limited

anonymous asked:

UGH fuck customers that try to tell me what time we "really" close. mentioned to one that he was checking out past time; he waved his phone in my face to show me he Wasn't Really, bc *THISSS* is the real time. another time someome pulled his car up as i was locking doors & when i told him sorry, it's closing time yelled "BE A B*TCH THEN WE HAVE THE SAME TIME AND I HAVE 1 MINUTE.." it's not my fault our system is off?? but i have a time limit for closing procedures and that's what i have to go by

sweetmisschesire  asked:

got another one for you, matt is saved and joins the voltron team and suddenly the world just crashes down for lance cause he takes his place as the blue paladin and that does not help his insecurities. He also finds himself sort of begin shunned by the others (though they don't mean to) and suddenly everyone starts butting heads more. like there's a lot of arguing and screaming matches going on at and lance is getting the worst of it and at some point he can't take it anymore (cont in next ask)

so lance just leaves. and no one really noticces due to teh tension between everyone and eventually coran (Cause there’s no way he would get pulled into this arguing mess) is able to figure out the one starting all the arguments is matt. like he’s been going around spreading rumors and lies and pushing peoples last nerves and making them think it was someone else to get them all arguing and when he’s confronted by everyone turns out he’s been brainwashed by the galra and he escapes (word limits)

ugh sorry for taking so many asks up, and after matt leaves everyone just sort of breaks down. they all said and did horrible things to each other and its the worst for pidge cause that was her brother and what happened to him and everything gets even worst when they realize lance has been gone for a long time now and why he left and uh.. that’s all i got maybe lotor has lance and is using him however he see fits idk (sorry this is so long)

babe? Write a fic. 

anonymous asked:

Has any other ace person done sexual things because you felt like you had to? I was pressured into doing things I didn't really want to do, but I felt like I couldn't say no.. if you love the person and you say no, it would really hurt their feelings, right? So I did the things I didn't want to do because I was trying to spare their feelings... and I didn't want to tell them I thought I was ace because I wasn't even sure yet.. ugh..

You should never put someone else before your own limits if you know you´re not ready/ you dont want it. It doesn´t matter if you´re ace or not, pressuring yourself is always bad for yourself 

I am very sorry to hear about that anon, I hope it doesn´t bother your mental health too much. You didn´t want to hurt them but please never do that again for your own mental well being, you deserve a partner that respects your bounderies and doesn´t demand sex if you don´t want to have sex but you need to be open with non ace partners

We need to be open with non aces/ non aros, who we consider being in a romantic/ sexual relationship with, about our aceness or aroness. They deserve to know before a relationship starts, it saves us and them potential heartbreak, and that they can take our aceness or aroness into consideration when deciding if they want to be in a relationship with us. Also with QP Relationships. Trust and honesty is very important.

- Mod Paula 

luna-writes-seventeen-stuff  asked:

Tanisha, I really need your help, and I'm going off anon to do it, simply because I trust you so much. (You're the best~ 💕) I really like writing Seventeen fanfiction - I adore it. It helps me be less stressed, it helps me be more creative, etc. Recently though, I've gotten a ton of anon asks telling me I'm sexually harassing the idols, and this really hurts me. I don't want to do something that's considered hurtful to the people I'm writing about, but I truly love writing it. (Pt. 1)

So far, I’ve just been deleting the asks, because I don’t want to acknowledge them - but it’s really bugging me. Am I really a horrible person like they say for writing something like that? You yourself write seventeen fics, and you’re the absolute /kindest/ and /sweetest/ person in the entire world. I knew there were people against KPop fanfics, but I’ve never had to deal with them before, and their words really hurt. What’s your personal opinion on their viewpoint? (This character limit ugh)

I’m sorry - I feel really bad for flooding your inbox like this, bothering you and taking up your time. I’ve just always felt comfortable talking to you - I’ve been an anon for about a year, and you unknowingly gave me the courage to start my own blog. Feel completely free to ignore these asks, dear - I know you’ve got a lot on your plate, and just sending them to you makes me feel better. 💕

(warning: lots of negative bullshit ahead. if you’re having a bad day and don’t want it to get worse, or having a good day and don’t want it ruined, don’t read ahead. this is literally the only post like this i will ever have on my blog. i just really need to get my opinion on this out there.)

baby, don’t even worry about it. I am so very glad that you brought this issue to my attention. 

now, I know in the past I have said that I wouldn’t answer asks regarding the ‘minor smut’ issue on this blog, to avoid the drama, but that’s when people were badgering me about it - sending me hate. but unfortunately I’m the mama bear type and when you mess with one of my babies is when you get me involved. 

so for the record, this is the only, and only post I will ever make about this issue, and I will not respond to anything else about it, and nothing that anybody says about my writing will every change what I post. 

I am just saying all of this stuff for the benefit of my lovely little flower, who needs to be guided on a big issue like this. 

firstly, thank you for saying all those lovely things about me. and secondly, I think you should know that I believe you are doing nothing wrong. nothing at all. there’s a lot of people who are gonna tell you a lot of bullshit to contradict that, and I wanna tell you otherwise. 

your blog is your blog and you have the right to post what you want to post, just as I do. and there are a lot of things I like to bring up with people who want to tell me that I am making some kind of crime against humanity by running my blog the way I please. 

  • The Idea Of Adolescence: this is something not a lot of people can get through their head. they will be very quick to say “but Dino is just a child! you can’t write smut about him! stop sexualizing him! he’s just a child!” when that’s very wrong. they will be very quick to call a 16/17 year old idol a ‘child’ when that is a very untrue statement. the word adolescent was invented strictly because the word ‘child’ is not at all fitting of people who are in their late teens. in fact, the term even covers those in their early twenties, so many idols that smut is being written about acceptably can be considered adolescents. and that’s the age range I consider acceptable for writing smut about on my blog. I never write smut about ‘children’ on my blog and I never will. because news flash: one does not just magically transform from a child into an adult. there is a period of transition in between. (every medical doctor and psychologist will acknowledge this.) 
  • Aging Up Characters vs Aging Down Characters: this is something that pisses me off in particular. if you will notice, ‘real life’ age is all that matters to the keyboard warriors who are trying to protect their idols from supposed slander. (which really, fanfic isn’t slander.) you will notice that idiots on the internet have a very, very hard time distinguishing from reality and fiction. just because authors use idols as inspiration for their fiction does not mean that is reality. anyway, so you may notice that a common theme in fanfic is aging characters up or down. recently I have been posting a Hogwarts AU that is set in their sixth year - meaning the three main characters, Joshua, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol, even though they are of legal age in real life, are canonically all 16 in my fanfiction. and they are all having sex/being heavily sexualized. but as of yet, it seems that no one has figured that out and there has not been some kind of major, world-ending uproar because of it. another good example of aged down characters in fanfictions could be hybrid fanfictions - when the characters are canonically much younger than their IRL counterparts and act much younger, and really no one seems to give a shit when this is heavily sexualized. aging up is the problem. if I take Sanha and write him in a CEO/business AU as a man in his thirties, fictionally aging him up and writing that as a smut, then it’s still ‘minor’ smut and it’s an uproar. because no one can distinguish from fantasy and reality. 
  • Anons Assaulting People/The “Soap Box” Effect: this would be when people get carried away, telling blogs like yours and mine and many others out there that we cannot post the writing that we work so damn hard on because they think it’s what’s right. and even then, they could just be telling you because they’re following a trend. now, i call it the “soap box” effect because that’s really what it’s like - these people who tell you that you shouldn’t be sexualizing idols are basically standing on a soap box, thinking they’re above you, when they’re human and you’re human and they just want to feel like they’re better than you for not feeling certain emotions when really they’re not. we’re all equal here. (they just don’t admit to squealing when Vernon gets their panties all wet.) anyway, what i’m really saying here is, people want to assault other people, and preach about how sexualizing idols is bad and terrible, when if they really wanted to change something, they would do the kind thing and level with you and not be rude as hell. 
  • Promoting Pedophilia: now, I have been told in the past, and personally attacked by someone who was (supposed) a victim of child molestation, and told that “people like me” were the reason for their victimization because I was writing and posting minor smut. now, not for one second did I believe that to be true. (because again, teens are minors but not children, so it’s not even pedophilia.) I feel incredibly sorry for anyone, and I mean anyone who has experienced any kind of sexual assault, especially to be exposed to that during your childhood, but not for one moment do I believe that’s any excuse to harass me and tell me what to post. this is a porn blog. obviously there is going to be sexually sensitive material here. I am a victim of anorexia, and obvious I know how different that is from sexual assault, but what that type of triggering material comes up on a blog or in a story I am wary of it. I put warning on all of my stories and I put them under cuts and the nature of my stories and my blog is made quite clear to the public. I would advice the same to everyone else, which for the most part, I have seen around. But with all of that cautionary said, my very fucking existence is not predatory. I am not a predator. I am promoting people expressing their feelings in the most healthy way - through fiction. and some people dare to accuse me of the most horrid act; promoting a crime against children. I guess my point is, my little flower, you are not a predator either. and don’t believe anyone who tells you that you are. 
  • Promoting Rape Culture: once again, people have accused me of promoting this crime against humanity with my writing. and again, with all my sympathies stated in the last point, I must say this really isn’t it. supposedly I am raping idols because I am not getting their consent before writing about them sexually/sexualizing them? I’m not really sure how this works - but I would like to talk more about consent in the realm of fanfic. and here, I think this is just more of people having problems establishing reality outside their internet bubble. 
  • Consent In (Fan)Fiction: thus far, I believe I have written only one piece with dubious consent in it, and I warned it before the cut as a pretty bold warning. all my other pieces, the characters gave a nice verbal consent that they wanted to engage in the fictional sexual acts with each other and they engaged in fictional aftercare with each other afterwards. I don’t believe in writing rape scenes. (no offence to you if you do.) I don’t believe in writing too heavily dubious consent where the parties have not discussed or emotionally agreed to their BDSM first - because if it’s not done right, it can be very sloppy and uncomfortable. I only did it recently because I thought it fit the scene and the characters I was writing. but I think clear consent and heavy warnings on fanfic is so important to avoid stirring up shit with people, and to avoid people getting at your throat. but you can never make everyone happy. and technically, people would argue, two minors, even fictional ones, could not legally give consent fictionally, and a fictional minor could not give fictional consent to some over eighteen, and technically, even if the member which the scenario is about is over eighteen, you really have no idea how old the reader is, so you don’t know if they can even give consent and that’s entirely messy there. (pls tell me you can sense my sarcasm on that last bit.)
  • Other Fandoms Really Don’t Care: one thing you will notice that is unique to the kpop fandom, that is probably not a good thing, is this constant nagging about minor smut and sexualizing idols. if you have ever been in other fandoms in your lifetime, which I have, you will notice the 180 difference that will shock you. for example, in the 5 Seconds of Summer fandom, when the band first became popular, 3 of the 4 members were under the age of 18 (they even wrote a song called 18 which entails their frustration of being treated like children when they’re really not, sick of waiting until they turn the age of consent, and I love the message of that song so much that I have a scenario based off of it); anyway, by the time I really became immersed in the fandom, only one of the members was 17, Luke, and people constantly made the joke that he couldn’t read smut/imagines that were written about him that were rated 18+. it was considered a joke to them. which honestly I found funny. and on his 18th birthday, I wish I’d had a dime for every text post/tweet that said “ha! Luke can finally read his own imagines now!” because that was the biggest laugh to the fandom. sexualizing a 17 year old wasn’t taboo at all because they were seen as normal people (and probably because they overly sexualized themselves too.) I also wanna briefly talk about the Harry Potter fandom. this was my first fandom, my home blood, basically, the fandom that raised me. so some of the first smut I ever read gave my the influence that it was normal for people to be writing about 13/14 year olds having sex. (example). Harry Potter is all about the minor years - from ages 11 to 17, at the very latest 18, and when I was reading and exploring unsupervised I came across some very weird very questionable things at a young age and nobody like these keyboard warriors were there vetting these things and harassing these authors constantly telling them what they should and shouldn’t post. and i feel that being uncensored like that was a better experience for me. basically my point is - the content should be out there for people to read if they want to and for them to leave alone if they want to 
  • It’s All Just Fiction: in the end, as I have stated before, it’s all just fiction. and not a lot of people can actually realize that. see, if I write a piece where Jeonghan dies, or even where Jeonghan gets murdered by my reader - that’s okay. no one will accuse me of death slander or of “brutalizing” their idol because they know that Jeonghan IRL is perfect, he’s alive and well, and breathing, and performing just like they want him to. no one get’s pissed off when you write about anything “bad” other than sex (no one even batted an eye lash when I wrote an entire one shot were minor Yeri got black out drunk at a party and had to be transported to a stranger’s house in the backseat of a car.) that’s because sex is taboo. sex is the horrid, awful, no-no thing that we’re not supposed to talk about, apparently now, not even on the internet. smut was my sexual education, but they didn’t talk about sex enough in schools. and I’ll be damned if I have to give an inaccurate education to any of my babies because some idiots on the internet just want me to be another uptight bitch who won’t talk about sex. teenagers have sex. idols have sex. that’s just reality. also, when you think about how fiction works - it’s all just words on a fucking page. if I changed the name Dino to Dean, you’d have no clue who Dean was - the slight change in letters would immediately dissociate this fictional character doing fictional acts from the idol that you love and don’t want me to sexualize. that’s all the author did with 50 Shades of Grey was changed a few names and she never got sued and made millions. isn’t that amazing how fiction works? 
  • Is It Right Or Wrong? 
  • that is the golden question, isn’t it? I personally would not say it’s wrong at all. and if you’re reading this then you probably respect my opinion for being worth something, don’t you? well see, I think of it, no matter what, as being creative, and that’s not wrong. no matter who I was writing about, if the content was violent or sexual or peaceful, if I thought it was good writing of mine, I would be proud of it. the piece of my writing on this blog that I am most proud of is horribly gruesome and violent and I’m still very very proud of it. most people say “oh it’s okay because they’ll never see it” fuck that. at any time I would be proud to let Seventeen or any other idol see the work I have written about them, even the sexual stuff. idols, in real life, might be kinkier than you think, and if they aren’t, it’s still my creative writing and I would hope they can respect that. so no, it’s not wrong. these feelings are natural, these are your emotions, your emotions. take them and channel them into a healthy place - fiction; creativity. 

Originally posted by dwarvenbunnyears

and honestly, fuck the haters. that’s what Mama says. 



|ALRIIIGGHHTT I’M SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS ONE I’m sorry that I’ve been so inactive with posting fics, it’s just- school is stressful and I’m so caught up in it and I hate it ugh. Again, I’m so sorry. But do not fret! I am here to save the day with a Seb fic! This wasn’t actually originally a request, but it’s kind of killing two birds with one stone, really|
This was requested by a lovely, lovely anon:

|Remember, you guys! Requests are always open, all day every day, 24/7, with no limits (Aside from requesting a prompt with infidelity in it yikes)! Don’t worry about conditions, I’ll tell you straight away if I feel uncomfortable doing it! And feedback is forever and always appreciated (please be my internet friend ily)!|
♥ Sebastian Stan x Reader ♥
tags! @hey-whatarethey-blind @1-800-joshuadun
//this was inspired by an animated video I saw earlier and I just- agh so cute.// _________________________________________________________________________________

    You had been leaned against the kitchen counter, reaching into the cupboard to grab the containers of sprinkles when you felt it. It was so unexpected, it frightened you. So much it stole your attention away from the batch of cupcakes you had just baked. It came suddenly and in mighty waves. It made your toes curl and your vocal cords lose control.


    You let out a blood curdling scream with a frightened jump as he continued to destroy you with tickles. His fingers rapidly raced around your stomach and at your sides, while he held you sternly in place with some sort of sorcery he had developed.

    As all knew, you hate tickling. It’s a vile act almost always committed without any sort of consent from the victim. You hate it well, maybe not really, but what you didn’t hate is prank wars. And in a household shared by a married couple who happen to be very childish, prank wars are real, enforced, and taken seriously. Well, I mean, not too seriously.

    Though the first few seconds were venomous, the rest was, like always, full of blissful laughter. “Seb- Sebastian- Sebs c- c’mon, that’s enough,” you giggled as you shoved his hands away from your stomach though you knew they would just go back.

    “NEVER!!” he shouted out as he threw his head back in laughter.

    But alas, you, (y/n), never miss a beat.

    As he threw his head back laughing, you took a cupcake and shoved it straight at his nose. He yelped as the frosting probably got inside his nostrils, while you laughed, finally out of his ticklish clutch.

    “Now you’re really in for it,” he said, wiping the frosting off his face with a look that probably would’ve scared someone. That someone not being you, you giggled at how cute he looked with lavender frosting all over half of his face and an expression that made him out to be a fiery ball of angry bunny.

    “You started it!” you defended as he walked towards you, while you backed up towards the fridge. What Seb usually forgets in the heat of the moment is that you always have a plan.

    When you were close enough to the fridge, you opened it and slipped your hand in to grab the Cool Whip. Not missing a beat, nor the look of realization on his beautiful face, you sprayed the sugary foam all over his face. Giggling, you tried to get away, but he took hold of you before you could and squeezed frosting out of the icing bag you had put some in, all over your face.

    “Seb!” you screamed with a laugh as he bent over with laughter as well.

    Sebastian Stan has an infinite amount of traits, one of those being the perfect husband. Not because he’s a perfect person, no one is. But because he’s the perfect person for you. He’s your destined, your other half, which is why you can’t see anything about him that is any less than complete perfection. He knows everything about you, without even needing to ask. It’s like he’s a CIA agent that has folders full of every single thing about you. Maybe he is, but that’s not the point. He knows things about you that you haven’t even discovered, just like how you know things about him he hasn’t yet discovered. If you were asked to continue on with the list of why he’s perfect, your vocal cords would most likely be disintegrated and your lungs completely shriveled up. So you’ll only mention one at the moment. His ability to never make anything boring. Okay, so maybe that’s just how it is when you’ve found the one, but you still gotta give the cinna bun some credit.

    You reached into the fridge again, grabbed a pack of yogurt, and of course, poured it all over him. “Your hair is gonna smell extra good later, Sebs!” you squealed out between belly laughs as you hugged your abdomen. It was hurting from all the laughter, but it’s definitely worth it. Most definitely. You were too busy hunched over, gripping your stomach in laughter to anticipate him poofing a shit ton of powdered sugar all over you, excess falling on the kitchen floor.

    Lots of cleanup to do later.

    “And I bet you feel super sweet now, huh?” he giggled and so did you. That’s pretty much what you both were/are. Just that. Two giggling lovers. Oh, wait. Two childishly giggling lovers in a sweet food fight.

    Once again you reached into the already open fridge, took out the peanut butter, stuck your fingers in it, and smeared it all over his face, neck, and shirt. He gasped as he looked down at his formerly white t-shirt, while you bit your fingers, and bit back laughter. He looked up at you and after two seconds of silence, both of you burst into loud laughter. The neighbors probably hate you two by now.

    Still laughing, he reached for two cupcakes, the ones with a specifically huge amount of frosting, and smashed them onto your face. You pouted up at him, still slightly giggling. “I feel like this could be so erotic in any other situation,” he joked.

    “Sebastian!” you whined at him as he walked closer to you, still in a fit giggles. “You wasted my cupcakes,” he let out a breathy chuckle at the look you were wearing and brought you into a hug.

    “I’m sorry, honey, but drastic measures,” he said in a comforting tone, making you laugh into his chest. He smiled as he felt the vibrations. “But don’t worry, we can bake a new batch right now. To, you know, avoid all- this,” he gestured to the both of you and most of the kitchen. You laughed again, hugging him closer, while he smiled again, doing the same.

    “This is going to take quite a while,” you snorted, looking at yourself in the mirror, placed on a wall in the living room. He looked over your shoulder to see his reflection, and laughed again while nodding.

    “Yeah, but at least you taste good,” he smirked as he took the cupcake stuck to your forehead and ate it. You giggled into a wide smile as you admired him, admiring you. He brought you into a hug and wiped the frosting off your forehead before kissing it.

    “I love you, cupcake,” he kissed your nose making you smile wider, if that was even possible.

    “I love you too, cinna bun,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he stole your lips like he stole your heart.

    “I won this time, though,” he said after the kiss, making you flick his forehead.

    “I swear to God, Sebastian,” you rolled your eyes and he laughed.

    But anyway, that was four days ago.

    Right now you were reading one of your all time favorite books, The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket, sitting on the couch. Sebastian walked in and knocked the wall two times to catch your attention. It did, making you put your bookmark in place and your book down as you smiled at each other.

    “Hon, d’you know what time it is? My uh- my watch is missing,” he said as he now stood in front of you.

    “Oh, yeah and I forgot to fix the clocks, huh,” you said while nodding. “Well, that’s alright. I’ve got the time right here! It’s uh- it says- hmm, well it’s kinda cool actually,” you said as you furrowed your eyebrows at your wrist watch.

    He stepped closer, “What is it?”

    “Well, you see, it says it’s time.”

    “Time for what?” his forehead wrinkled as he squinted at your expression.

    “Time for,” you put your book aside slowly. “JUSTICE!!” you yelled as you catapulted at him and began tickling Sebastian with no mercy, yes, no mercy at all.

    Sebastian Stan is strong, everyone knows that. But what everyone doesn’t know, is that he is incredibly ticklish. Everywhere. His ears, behind his ears, his neck, his spine, his tummy, the folding part of his elbows and knees, everywhere. Which is exactly why Sebastian is now regretting having started this four days ago. He really should have seen this coming, he really should. But alas, he didn’t, and now it’s payback hour. You both laughed as you cradled his hips with your bent knees on the carpeted floor, and ruthlessly tickled all over his torso. He squirmed and giggled, and for the first minute you could handle him.

    But then, you couldn’t.

    It all happened so fast and now you were just looking dumb struck at the wall as he looked at you with horror. He had squirmed, and being way stronger than you, you couldn’t keep him contained so at some point he accidentally elbowed you in the eye. Resulting in you falling over onto your side.

    You didn’t know what to do, you were just in shock. And Sebastian didn’t know what do, he was just down right horrified.

    “Fuck, honey,” he breathed out and you didn’t know why but you just started bawling. Just, waterfalls, everywhere. The pain probably started to sink in.

    “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he shouted as he dramatically kneeled on the ground in front of you and started pounding his fists on the floor and made sniffling sounds. He cradled you in his arms, on his lap and threw his head back to look towards the heavens and continued to scream ‘no’ in bold italics with his eyes shut. Okay, so you know that scene in theatre when the guy’s lover dies and he cradles her on his lap, and the spotlight is on him, and all lights are out other than that spotlight? That really unnecessarily dramatic scene when someone dies? That’s what it was.

    He began to gently shake you while making sobbing sounds, “MY DEAR MAIDEN, I HAVE MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE!” he fake-sobbed. He made ugly cry faces and kissed your hand dramatically and placed it on his cheek. “BUT ALAS, WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, WE SHALL LOVE AGAIN, IN THE AFTERLIFE.”

    Your tears had stopped and your were now giggling through sniffles at your wonderful husband. “That was so bad, you’re lucky I love you,” you joked as he smiled widely at you, absolutely loving the way you look when you’re happy.

    “I am, (y/n). I truly am,” he nodded and kissed you deeply.

    “Damn, right boi,” you said breathlessly when you both pulled away for air, making him laugh uncontrollably. ________________________________________________________________________
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anonymous asked:

you're younger than him? (4/4)

ok I’m so sorry but this will be a genera one bc I feel like they would all be the same (and I’m really tired tonight ugh)


So they would each have like an age limit to the lowest they’d go. Even if you were a couple of years younger (we’re not talking about you being 12 and Ash being 19 cos no thanks) they’d still treat you as mature as possible, making sure you felt comfortable; and you’d definitely try to act older to fit in with him. He’d love how you can be so mature at times, but irresponsible at others, and he loved how great you were about the whole ‘age gap’ thing because it didn’t bother him either. But at the end, you’d still be called his ‘baby’ and he’d joke and say you’re his baby because you’re a baby to him and aw 

- sarah x