#but it's genuniely uncomfortable

[hundredsspoons]

Does anyone have any advice on skincare? My face is so sensitive that even washing it with plain water makes it red, irritated, and tender. I have terrible acne on my face, but I'm fine with that: my main concern is keeping my face clean for hygiene reasons.

[chocolatespyro]

i think people forget writing cabby as disabled so late makes a lot of test tube and fans actions come off as microaggressions rather than getting mad at her for being “mean” apparently they were already planning on cabby getting an arc i just wish they intended to write her as disabled from the beginning so they couldn’t frame her as “mean”, i wish they showed segments of her genuinely forgetting something, her being distressed fan took her file rather than immediately being angry, while i do think that her disability (i mean how it’s written in her not her relationships and respecting her disability its genuniely awful how its treated) is written really well and that the scene referencing her parents is one of the best objeft scenes ever. it just implies so much with so little and theres so much interpretation, both main interpretations equally sad, either cabbys parents gave her genuine trauma which lead to ptsd related memory loss, or she was away from her parents for so long she forgot them. shes so tragic but i wish her disability was written earlier so fan and test tubes microagressions could be written more respectfully.

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Seems to be an unfortunate trend in general where they don't think of the implications of changing things ahead of time and it ends up being incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. To me at least, she did seem pretty distressed when Fan took her file at first, though I guess the way they framed it made Cabby seem super uptight or harsh and such.

It does kinda worry me and also makes me wonder why they only revealed Cabby having a disability much later. Just seems like a really odd choice that makes parts of the earlier episodes a tad uncomfortable to watch.

The Parents scene kinda seems a bit like it could be tied to the other scenes with Test Tube and Paintbrush when it comes to their attributes and them not remembering where they got it from, at least imo. (i.e Test Tube's intelligence and Paintbrush's ability to light their hair on fire.) Though I don't think we have enough evidence for me or anyone else to really know for sure soooooo... shrug.

As a Cabby not remembering scene though, I do like how we get a little bit of possible insight into her life, considering she seems closed off about information about herself anyways. Whatever happened or whoever possibly made or has guardianship over her, it definitely does seem to freak her out some.

The first one that connects to Paintbrush and Test Tube do make me wonder though because if it does end up being that. It seems like Paintbrush and Test Tube are a lot less bothered by the fact that they don't really know, it just "happened." If it is this, does that make Cabby the tiniest amount more potentially self-aware? Maybe she tries to think about it more than they do? Idk just spitballing.

And yeah, I would've liked to see a lot less of "both sides messed up" or just "Cabby was the one in the wrong" types of blaming especially when Cabby was incredibly nice and helpful towards a lot of her teammates, usually only not helping when she's been burned by someone.

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Ah okay, I just got a callout post from @/adultery2006, who said that it was problematic that I selfship with Cup/head and Mug/man, tbh I had no idea what age they are as I don't think it was ever stated I thought that they were teenagers but now that I have seen it makes some people uncomfortable I will dutifully remove them from my f/o list

[ficreadergirl]

Drabble

You were trying to finish your final project for college in the kitchen while eating snacks when you heard someone was trying to enter your apartment through your bedroom window in the middle of the night. You were so shocked and couldn't move. Intruder was trying to be silent but you were deadsilent so you could hear almost every movement of this person. You wanted so bad your bestie to be there and stop this madness. But he wasn't and you couldn't call him because you left your phone in your bedroom where the stranger just got in. You wanted to do something like holding something to hit the stranger when he came in kitchen so you quietly go to the counter where all your knives and pans are. When you finally choose your weapon, stranger burst into kitchen and you started to throw anything you got to him. Wait, him... He was Jason, your bestie, holding your favourite chocolate brand's package in his hands and were trying so hard not to drop it while trying to avoid kitchen stuff you throw at him.

He said "Hey buddy what are you doing?" and you answered "What am I doing? Why would you not to knock on my door?"

He said "How could I use the door when I'm wearing this?"

He was right. He was in his red hood suit and you just realised that.

"I freaked out you idiot! You could call or something..."

He realised how pale you were and shiver. He came closer to you and hugged you. You felt relief and anger at the same moment. He was really idiot, damn boy! You relaxed after seconds he hugged you because you really liked him even how idiot he was sometimes. He was maybe more than a bestie to you but you'd never ever admit it to him or anyone. Not because of stupid pride of yours but his. If he ever learned about your feelings he'd never leave you but he'd stay just because his abandonment issues. He'd be too scared of losing you, his bestie, so he'd say he loves you too and everything would go mad. Relationships can't last long if its base is all lie. You never ever wanted to lose him just because of your stupid feelings so you were happy to be around him. Being besties with him, watching tv with him, cooking with him, doing the laundry with him (mostly he does, you hate to do it) were enough for you. When you parted from almost 1 second of hug (you were actually hugging for minutes but it felt like just a second to you) you were all calm and fine. Your pale face went to normal and your shivering body calmed. He seemed relaxed too.

He said "I'm so sorry to scare you like that. I didn't mean it. I never want to hurt you in any way sweetheart."

He was so cute after he done things like that, he didn't do that much but still...

"It's okay sweetheart. You brought me choco, huh?" you refer package.

"Yeah, but I might just squeezed them all while trying to avoid your attack." he replied.

You felt embarrassed. He felt it and continued "Which was my fault..." "Stop it! Don't do that again and again anytime I felt sad or angry or embarrassed or anything! Don't go softer on me whenever something like that happens and let me feel those things without regret man!" you retorted.

He was shocked. He didn't expect to hear something like that from you. Did he really make you feel uncomfortable? Did he say wrong stuff all the times?

"I'm sorry buddy, I had no idea I made you felt like that. Never doing it again, promise." he replied softly.

Buddy? Really? Why can't I just not to care about how he calls me right now? He seemed genunie. You knew he really didn't mean to make you feel lesser or dumber with always being softer with you when you're angry or sad. He really cares about me. You know it and feel it deeply. He might doesn't have feelings for you the way you have for him but he really genuniely cares about you. You felt weird but still were fine.

You said "Okay buddy, do not ever stop me from feeling those shitty feelings and we're cool forever. When you go softer on me I feel like I'm pitied by you and that's gross. So if you'll keep your promise we're okay."

He seemed relieved. How he wouldn't? You were his bestie, buddy. Of course he didn't wanna lose me. Damn that night... Why did he scare me like that? You were more stable with your feelings for him. Why would you do that Jason? Damn! Now it gets worse and worse anytime he calls you buddy or bestie. He realised something was off with you.

"Anything else bothers you just tell me Y/N, okay?" he said.

"Nothing buddy. I'm totally fine. Just felt bad for chocolates."

He smiled to you and said "I will buy another box to you. And I'm actually buying it now." while about to leave.

"No, it's not necessery. I'm fine. You can buy some other time too. And I don't wanna have a second heart attack."

Both of you burst into laughter. He was too cute to not to kiss and you -again- cussed yourself and just punch his arm softly. After that you told him about your final project and how you finally will be graduated.

You seemed too pretty to him being this much enthusiastic about all those graduation thing and so happy for got an job offer from star labs. Y/N seems much calm after how I scared her to death. Death? Boy stop doing it. Stop saying it! Especially when he's talking about you he shouldn't use that word even in his thoughts. You deserve best, not death, not anykind of death or hurtings. He was kind of got the idea of he had to protect you from everything, even from himself from time to time, even you can take care of yourself. But he always feels like he can lose everything in a heartbeat so he has to make sure. Right? Like, he cares about all his friends like that. Right? He was never sure about what he feels or if he feels anything but he was so sure he had to protect you. Which is normal thing between besties he's sure. Right? It's not that he feels this weird things when he's around you. He's totally just friends with you and it sucks... Wait, sucks! What the shit man? It's totally just friendship. Look at Y/N. Y/N sees you only as a friend, buddy. Y/N was always supportive and caring you a lot doesn't mean she loves you differently. Leave here now idiot boy!

When he got up from couch you asked "What happened?" and he answered "You should sleep sweetie." Stop it boy! Stop calling her sweetie like you're a thing.

"You're about to fall asleep whenever I'm the one talking baby". Baby? You could choose any friendly words stupid but you choose baby? But Y/N seems like not getting different ideas. No more any other words except friendly ones. He felt kind of sad... Relief I mean. Boy what are you doing? Leave already.

You were really tired already before him giving you a heartattack and it did make it worse. You were exhausted and he was about to leave. And from your bedroom window. You were stunned how relaxed he was while doing that.

"Wow, you're gonna use my bedroom window again? Just like that? So shameless..." you said while giggling.

He was ashamed a little bit (little bit cause he liked to be in your personal space which is nothing but a bestfriendly thing 😉) and said "You know babe, suit..." You had to fuck this up -no others words but friendly ones- shit boy! But Y/N seemed only took he was wearing the suit from that answer, not something else. Leave already before it's too late. Also expected Y/N to stop him... Why are you making it worse? And quickly went to Y/N's bedroom window and he was outside after 1 minutes. He was angry himself for thoughts he had never believed there. Damn boy, what were you thinking?

You went to bed after you heard he left your apartment from your window.

P.S. -> My intention was to write ending with them being a couple but my angstysucker heart couldn't find a way to end story that way. With my sincerely apologies 🙏 Jason's thoughts and Y/N's thoughts

[jessmt]

Do you have any more fluff headcanons? :-)

- Karaoke takes up more of their dates than you’d expect. Do they choose to do a bunch of sugar-sweet duets together ironically, or because they both genuniely enjoy them? Lake says it’s the former, but it’s secretly the latter.

- Jesse doesn’t know how to lead in dance, so Lake teaches him how, despite....also having no clue how to lead.

- Either he gifts her an oversized sweatshirt for his swim team, or she buys one herself. She wears it everywhere. 

- On the same note, she attends his swim competitions whenever she can. She’s about as aggressive of a supporter of him as any fan you’d find at the Super Bowl

- He wins a gold medal? She takes him out to a “champion’s dinner”, which probably consists of cheeseburgers and milkshakes.

- I could see them attempting a fancy dinner date, every once in a while, but neither of them can force themselves to act formal for the rest of the night and they always sneak away after the appetizers and settle for convenience store nachos instead.

- They’ve definitely been to a deer sanctuary, or at the very least a deer feeding area at the local zoo, and they’ve assigned names to every. single. one. of them.

- You’ve heard of Lake falling asleep on Jesse, now get ready for Jesse falling asleep on Lake. He denies it feeling uncomfortable.

[squirrelacorngliterfarts]

Blood. 46.

“(y/n)! there is someone here to see you!” ubbe shouts as he comes into the hall, his eyes scanning for his young sister.she comes out from behind one of the pillars and smiles at him, her head cocked to the side in confusion.                                                                                                                                              

“who is it, ubbe?” she asks taking ubbe’s hand as she walks to his side.

“it is a secret” ubbe whispers, winking once he finishes his sentence, which makes (y/n) giggle.

they arrive outside of the hall and find lagertha standing by a few men and women, horses behind her.

(y/n)”s eyes widen and a grin overtakes her face.

“lagertha!” she cries out with joy, dropping ubbe’s hand and running towards the older woman.

lagertha laughs and bends low, picking the girl up and holding her tight to her chest, twirling her in her arms.

“hello, sweet (y/n)” lagertha greets, kissing the girls forehead.

lagertha pulls back and looks the darling child in her bright eyes, nodding her head towards her horse.

“i think he has something for you”.

(y/n) smiles towards the large stallion, noticing the satchel attached to it’s side.

lagertha carries the girl over towards the horse, poking at the brown bag.

“open it”.

(y/n) does as she’s told, hesitantly, and opens the bag, gaping when she sees it’s contents.

it is a small sewn doll, eyes replaced with two blue jewels, apparently the ones lagertha found on a raid once, long ago.

it was beautiful, one of the most eye dazzling things (Y/n) had ever seen.

“is that really for me?” (y/n) asks, looking from the doll to lagertha, only smiling wider when lagertha nods.

“it is. she’s all yours. she was finished being stitched up this morning”.

lagertha laughs as (y/n) wraps her arms around lagertha, hugging her even tighter.

“thank you!” (y/n) whispers, keeping the doll close to her chest.

“you are very welcome” lagertha says, feeling an almost empty ache in her heart.

it almost felt like having a daughter again.

little gyda would have loved (y/n) just as much as she did.

“(y/n)!”.

they both turn and find the eyes of aslaug peering at them from under her hood, a somewhat forced smile upon her lips.

“lagertha. i hadn’t known you were coming” aslaug says politely, pressing her two young sons ubbe and hvitserk into her sides, young sigurd running out as well.

“i was only passing through to see (y/n). i can’t stay-”.

“no” (y/n) cuts in, gaining both of the women’s attention. “don’t go. you can stay for a bit longer. please?”.

lagertha shakes her head, smiling softly.

“i have to go back to hedaby, but i will visit again soon, i promise” lagertha says, trying fight back the urge to take the girl with her.

“keep her safe for me?” lagertha asks, motioning to the doll, and (y/n) nods furiously.

“i will”.

“forever?”.

“forever” (y/n) says, squealing when lagertha tickled at her sides before setting her down.

“go on” lagertha says, watching with a fond grin as (y/n) gives her a wave before running up to aslaug.

“may i go play?” (y/n) asks looking up at aslaug with those pleading doe like eyes, and aslaug smiles, patting at the girls head gently.

“of course you can, but stay close by!” aslaug says, shouting at the girl who was already running full speed through the town of kattegat, hvitserk laughing and nodding to his mother.

“i’ll go with her”.

the women smile at the children, but it quickly fades once they’re out of sight.

“she loves you” aslaug says, gaining lagertha’s attention, quirking her brows at the woman in front of her.

“she’d do anything for you. she talks about you all the time. she truly admires you” aslaug continues, walking closer.

“there is nothing in this world that i want other than for my children to be happy. and you make her happy.......pass by whenever you want”.

lagertha stares at the woman in shock, but quickly hides it under a small smile.

“thank you, queen aslaug”. and though there is malice in the way lagertha says this, she can’t help but genuniely be happy to be able to see the little girl whenever she wanted.

“one day i’ll be gone, and she’ll need someone other than her brothers, i expect you to be there for her?”.

“of course”.

“good. and if  i can’t, i want you to be there for her whenever she is hurting” aslaug says, giving lagertha a nod before turnign and heading back for the hall.

but lagertha is confused.

“why would she be hurting?”.

aslaug pauses, looking over her shoulder at the blonde shieldmaiden

“she doesn’t know that i am not her real mother, or that my sons are not her brothers. she doesn’t know that we share blood. and i don’t want her knowing for a long time. but when that day comes i don’t know how she’ll react, she may hate me, curse me, leave me, but at least she can confide in someone like you if she does react that way”.

lagertha nods, understanding now.

“thank you, aslaug”.

“no, thank you”.

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(y/n) opens her eyes slowly, squinting under the bright light of the sun that was peeking through the flap of her tent.

she groans softly, turning over on her stomach and hiding her face in her hands.

she looks between her fingers and finds a leg in her vision.

she sits up, and finds halfdan, in the most uncomfortable position by her bed in a chair, his head resting on his shoulder, mouth open.

he hadn’t left her, he had stayed all night

(y/n) can’t help but feel guilt overcoming her, her eyes squeezing shut at the ache that fills her heart.

she stands from the bed and walks over to the corner of her tent, quietly and quickly dressing before halfdan woke.

she sighs as she fastens her belt to her waist, another day, another battle, more killing.......

she shakes her head of those thoughts, she needs to keep moving, otherwise she knows she will fall ill of thoughts she’d never dare to think.

she laughs quietly to herself, how weak could she be?.

she reaches for the flap of the tent, looking at halfdan over her shoulder one last time.

“thank you” she whispers, before finally exiting her tent.

she inhales the cold morning air, and gives a gentle smile at her brothers who are huddled together by a fire, floki not far.

hvitserk notices her first, and raises his mug of ale to her, smiling under his hood.

“there is the great viking warrior!” hvitserk shouts, making his brothers turn and look towards the young girl.

chuckling to herself, she takes a seat beside ivar, just across from bjorn, and smiles thankfully to loki who handed her a warm mug of water, knowing she hated ale.

she settles in her seat, smiling at ivar when he adjusts himself closer to her, wrapping her up in the fur he was wearing, sharing it with her.

“it seems to me that the saxons are as timid as frightened women. their hearts are faint. i don’t think they can truly trouble us” ivar says, sipping at his ale, chuckling when (y/n) wrinkles her nose at the smell.

“you don’t know enough, ivar. you haven’t seen enough. these are brave men. i’ve fought against them, you haven’t” bjorn says almost cockily. and this makes (y/n) frown deeply, her eyes looking to bjorn with confusion.

what had suddenly gotten into him?.

“i can only see what my eyes tell me, bjorn. and what i see is frightened people running before us. i see their spineless god running away from our gods” ivar says, laughing teasingly, and shakes his head, offering up ivar more ale.

“for once, why don’t you listen to an older wiser brother? these people who are running away, they’re not warriors. they are not the ones who will stay and fight to defend this kingdom” ubbe says, now looking towards (Y/n).

“will you tell him? maybe he’ll listen to you”.

she’s silent for a moment, and her brothers turn in shock to see her actually agreeing with ivar, seeing her acting cold towards the idea of the english people just trying to protect themselves.

but, she speaks.

“most of them are like frightened women, i agree with ivar on that, but, the others, like the women, or the common man, they’re only trying to protect what they have, such as their homes, their children, their lives. they fear death”.

ubbe and hvitserk share a look before turning their heads towards sigurd who just started speaking.

“and protect their honor. for what is a warrior without his honor?” says sigurd, to which ivar rolls his eyes and smirks towards his brother.

“i don’t know, you tell me, brother. and, tell me again, how many battles have you fought?”.

ivar always had something to say.

sigurd’s expression towards ivar is full of annoyance and irritation, it almost makes (y/n) laugh, the both of them reminding her of children.

“same as you, brother, except i don’t ride around in a comfortable bloody chariot!” sigurd exclaims, throwing down his knife and edging closer to ivar.

“that is enough, now” (y/n) says, standing and gripping sigurds wrist, looking him in the eye with a raised brow, silently telling him to back off.

he sighs and wretches himself out of her grip, moving farther away from ivar.

“what you have to learn, ivar, is that if you break up this brotherhood, we shall not succeed. we have many challenges ahead of us. so, if you want to keep arguing and whining like a little girl, then i suggest you leave. we don’t need you”.

(y/n) stares at bjorn with widening eyes. how dare he say that? how dare he talk like that to his young brother?.

anger fills (Y/n)’s body, and she feels her jaw tightening and grinding with rage.

no one talks to ivar that way, no one.

but it doesn’t faze ivar, he simply smiles and replies.

“oh, but you do need me. why do you think father chose me to come with him to england? he had a reason for doing so. he told me i was the one who would act for him, who would make sure he was revenged” ivar says snarkely, eyeing bjorn with distaste a confidence.

bjorn reaches low and picks up the severed head of a deer, placing it over his face as he playfully spoke next.

“ if that’s what you want to think, then think it”.

everyone chuckles, all but floki, ivar and (y/n), they just stare with stone expressions.

ivar leans forwards, pointing his finger at bjorn.

“ i understand it must be hard for you to accept the true heir to the great ragnar lothbrok should turn out to be a cripple and a reject”.

ivars words cause ubbe to spit his drink out and look to ivar with complete surprise and amusement, and everyone is stunned silent.

and though (y/n) is happy ivar got to speak his true words. she couldn’t deny that it hurt her heart to hear him say that.

the true heir.......which she knew she wasn’t. it unsettles her, but she stays silent, knowing it was the best thing to do.

floki suddenly snickers, standing and looking to the lothbrok children with sadness.

“so this is what the grunting of the little pigs was all about!” he says, his eyes lingering on (Y/n) for just a moment longer before leaving the campsite, heading off to his own tent with helga and tanaruz.

(Y/n) thinks about his words for a moment, and remembers what her brothers told her days after ragnar had died.

how the little piggies will grunt, when they hear how the old boar suffered.

she was told by odin himself, face to face, even in his arms about her fathers death, and no such saying was said to her.

how? why? why had hers brothers heard-

oh.

she wasn’t blood. maybe that was why. she wasn’t an heir of ragnar, not even a relation, to him or her mother, or her brothers.

she feels ill.

“(y/n)?”.

she looks up and sees ubbe looking at her with concern.

“are you alright? you look pale-”.

“i’m fine. i need to walk for a bit” she says, turning away and walking in the direction of the shoreline, her brothers all looking towards one another in question.

“who wants to talk with her?”.

@darkwhisperswolf@youbloodymadgenius@blonddnamedhandz@thelastemzy@annekleyn @inforapound @supermassiveblackhope @captstefanbrandt @roonil-wxzlib @alostsoulinhumanity @syreni-dea

[modern-oedipus]

Nila, this is so far your 3rd post about “getting back to something”. I know you are genuniely not procrastinating them, you simply prioritized different things and haven’t found time for it yet, but hey. In addition to therapy notes & Norman’s anaysis, write and/or talk about bi representation. Or bisexuals in general. Cause you have been very supportive of lgbt+ community, but it is time to focus more specifically on your side, since recently you feel as if you really need to speak about this. Not that anything particular happened. You’re not a mad lady either.

More like, it’s just... something I rarely talk about. I always always see trans-supportive or gay-supportive talks on my dashboard. Even on my irl accounts, people talk against homophobia and/or transphobia only. Lgbt+ is a broad spectrum, though. With my all respect to people of all kinds (lgbt+/cishet, literally everyone), since I’m bi, I want to think and focus more on bi representation at this point. It is saddening to feel so erased even in lgbt+ community.

I don’t know what to do about this yet, just talking/venting to other bi-people might be helpful even. Or maybe I find people with similiar struggles and/or try more representation. In past, even my own ex girlfriend tried to “joke around” about me being a lesbian, not bi, just because she wanted to do gay sap jokes. I tried not to mind it and not to make a petty fight but it was extremely uncomfortable to me. Fun fact, she was bi too lmao.

I mean.

I get bi erasure EVEN IN MY RELATIONSHIPS AND FRIENDSHIPS.

People think it is “easy to find someone to date” or “you can be straight passing” or “you’re just gay” or “you’re cheating” or “it’s threesome”. While I’m not someone who cares too much about what people think, I’m annoyed. And I want to vent about this. Or speak. I don’t know. I rarely ever talk about my sexuality, this is a new area for me. I’ve accepted it though. It’s not about coming out. It’s about the ERASURE that pisses me off. Erasure from even lgbt+ people themselves. I literally never tried to tell someone their identity is invalid, so why the fuck do even some lgbt+ folks try to shove this down on me? Lesbian my ass. I am. NOT. A. Lesbian.

[marvel-witch]

Oops

One-shot

Summary: Steve is running late to work, and ends up running into you...literally. Then no matter how much he tries not to, he somehow keeps running into you.

Pairings: Pre-serum Steve x short!reader, bucky x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Some cursing

Word Count: 2458

The wind blows through Steve’s hair as he runs as fast as he can down the busy New York sidewalk. “Shit. No, no, no.” Steve mumbled, rushing down the sidewalk. Meanwhile a block away, you were at a small newspaper stand. The cold air of the morning slapped your face as you took a drink of your warm tea. You turned around heading towards the shop you owned. Just when you went to take a step forward a small figure ran right into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs and the tea on your shirt. 

You looked down to see a small man, blushing. “Oops, I’m sorry!” Steve says as he awkwardly shuffles around you. You couldn’t help but think of how adorable he looked...even if he did just ruin your favorite button up jacket. You turn to watch him go to notice he’s still rushing down the busy street. You continue on your way still thinking of the cute man. 

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It’s almost midnight, a few nights after your odd encounter with the cute blonde. You and some friends were at a bar, most of them off dancing with random men. You sat against the bar, waiting for another refill on your beer. Dancing with random men wasn’t really your thing, but you did love to chat them up. Waiting five more minutes until you sigh and stand back up. Maybe you would have better luck on the other side of the bar. Maybe even chat up a man enough to get a free drink. 

Halfway there when someone ran straight into you again. Their elbow hit your stomach, hard. “Ugh.” You huffed loudly. You swear you felt one of your ankles twist. Sometimes you really regret wearing heels all the time. You peek one of your eyes open to notice much to your surprise it was the same cute blonde man that had run into you a few days ago. “Oh, hello!” You smiled down at him. You held back a small giggle as he blushed looking up at you. You weren’t much taller than him in heels, although without them you would probably be two inches shorter than him. 

“I’m so s-sorry!” He sheepishly stuttered out and quickly slipped past you before you could get another word in. Sighing in disappointment, you continue your way to the bar. While you’re sipping another beer, Steve has made it back to Bucky. “So?” Steve looked down and shook his head. “There’s always next time buddy!” Bucky slaps his best friend’s shoulder. Then Bucky looks over at you. “What about that girl?” Steve looked up at him quickly, “Huh?” “I saw you run into her?” Steve’s cheeks had a light pink dusting them. “Oh, I just wasn’t looking where I was going.” Bucky chuckles, but notices Steve’s not so sneaky glances over to you. 

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The sun was shinning, but the cold still raged on outside the store windows. You sighed, leaning your head in your hands. The shop had been entirely too slow today, Selling books, and decorated radios usually the store would be pretty busy. You’re assuming that the continuous slow rate of business has to do with the crazy wind outside. You instantly perk up once you hear the bells ringing against the front door. “Hello! Welcome to BookBarn!” You smile at the muscular brunette. 

“Do you have any art history books?” His voice is deep and raspy. You think for a moment. “Yes actually! If you would follow me.” You walk around the counter and start to walk towards the back of the store. “Our selection on this isn’t very large. We don’t usually have people asking for them, but if you would like I could order some more for you!” You say pointing to the four books you had under art history. “Oh, this is fine. They’re not for me anyway.” You raise an eyebrow at his statement. “A special lady’s birthday, perhaps?” You jokingly ask. 

“Pfft.” He huffs out a laugh picking one up. “Nah, my best friend loves art. It’s his birthday tomorrow.” You smiled sweetly. “That’s very nice of you. We have some gift bags by the counter if you would like one of those as well?” You say waiting for his response. “How could I say no to a smile like that?” He winks, and a smirk making it’s way to his lips. You laugh walking back to the counter, him how on your trail. “Sir, as flattering as that is I will have to put a stop to your shameless flirting.” You say, trying to hold the sass back but undeniably failing. 

He laughs, a nice genunie one. “You’ve got flare, ma’am.” You wave your hand around as you start to check him out. “It’s Y/N.” He smiles, as you hand him his bagged book. “Bucky.” It was your turn to smile. “Well, Bucky I hope your friend likes the book.” He turns to leave, but stops turning back around. “Would you like to hang out sometime?” You raise an eyebrow at him, “Bucky I already told you I’m not looking fo-” “As a friend!” He cut you off. You smiled, and nodded. As Bucky left you were excited, walking around dusting off some shelves. 

Your first friend in ages! Just as you were rounding a bookshelf by the front door, the bells jiggled. Then next thing you knew, you were on the ground with something on top of you. Grunting, you slowly opened your eyes to see a terrified blonde man staring down at you. Once you blinked a few times you recognized those bright red cheeks and crystal blue eyes. You smiled brightly up at the shy man. “Oh, it’s you!” He seemed to blush even harder at your words. 

“I um, s-sorry.” He stutters out, and you smile. He is such a cute man. “Sir, could you please get off of me now?” You point up at him, making sure your voice is soft. You don’t want to scare him off again. “Oh! I am so sorry!” He quickly scrambles up, and in the progress knocking over one of your small displays of books. He gets noticeably flustered. The books tumbling to the ground with loud bangs. He jumps and hurries in stacking all the books back. 

You stand up dusting yourself off. You silently mutter, “Son of a bitch.” As you remember you’re not wearing heels. You were always a little shy about your height, and you had developed a small crush on this flustered man. Him seeing you looking so small made you uncomfortable. Steve’s eyes focus on you and notice you’re shorter than him. He never thought that you were wearing heels the other two times he ran into you. You looked so beautiful. 

As you were about to speak to him he was rushing out the door muttering several more apologies on his way. Sighing you return to your seat behind the counter. Why did he run away before you could ever ask him what his name was? 

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“Bucky, I’m telling you for the last time no shoes on my couch!” You yell as you bring him a beer. “Listen, I’m telling you that you’re one of the biggest pain in my ass.” He says as you plop down on the couch next to him. You gasp and hold your hand to your heart. “I’m not the biggest?” You question with a whiny tone. Bucky rolls his eyes, kicking his shoes off. “I’ve told you that Steve will forever be my biggest pain.” You pout, “When do I get to meet him?” Bucky takes a sip of his beer. “Well, I’ve been trying to convince him for almost a month to meet you and he still seems too shy.” You feel a wave of sadness wash over you. 

Bucky was such an important person in your life now, and the fact that his best friend didn’t want to meet you kind of hurt. You snapped out of it when Bucky rested his arm around your shoulders pulling you in for a side hug. “It’s not because he doesn’t want to. Trust me when you meet him you’ll understand. He’s really just a shy guy. You guys are my best friends, you have to meet at some point anyway.” Bucky rubs your arm in a reassuring way. You just nod and sip your beers together. 

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You looked down at your watch and tried to walk faster. Of course, you were running late today of all days. Bucky had called you this morning and told you to meet him at the Salty Creek Bar tonight. You were finally going to meet Steve! But of course you were stuck up at the shop a little later than expected. You deiced to wear a pair of nice flats, instead of your heels. Bucky has been helping build your confidence about your height. He really was a wonderful friend. 

Just as you had walked into the overly crowded bar you bumped into someone’s chest. “Oh, I’m so sorr-” You stopped once you realized who it was. The mysterious blonde man! His cheeks were only lightly dusted pink. Maybe from alcohol instead of running into you this time. “H-Hi.” You smiled so big you thought it was going to brust through your cheeks. He said something other than sorry! “Hey!” You said as your eyes spotted Bucky dancing with some girl on the dance floor. Of course. 

“I’m so sorry, but I’ve got to go.” You said, patting his arm. You were the one to leave him this time. Steve was left starstruck as he continued his way to the restroom. You looked stunning tonight in that beautiful blue dress that cinched in at the waist. Shaking his head, he continued his way to the restroom. “Bucky!” You yelled over to him over the music as close to him as you could without joining the dance floor. His eyes lit up once he saw you. “Y/N!” He ran over to you and gave you a great big hug. 

“I’m so happy you made it!” He set you back down, walking you over to the bar. “Yeah, sorry I’m late. I got caught up at the shop.” You said, pausing to ask the bartender for a beer. “Plus, I couldn’t miss finally meet my best friend’s best friend!” Bucky laughed. “That was a mouth full!” You looked around the bar trying to pick out who would be Steve. “So, where is he?” You said eyes still searching the bar. “Oh, he went to the restroom. Let’s go sit at a table.” Bucky said standing up. You nodded, stepping back to follow him. Suddenly you spilled some of your beer onto the floor as you ran into someone’s chest with your back. 

Bucky’s laughs filled your ears. “Knock it off you shit!” You turned around to see of course the blonde man. “Hey! I’m so sorry we keep running into each other! Literally.” You giggled. Bucky raised a confused eyebrow while Steve felt like he couldn’t move. This was Bucky’s new friend? “Well it seems as if you’ve already met Steve, Y/N.” Bucky said, only now understanding what was happening. You felt a smile creep onto your lips. “So you’ve been Steve this whole time? I’ve been wanting to meet Steve and get to know this mysterious blonde as well! Two birds one stone I guess.” You giggled and Bucky joined along with you. 

“I’m gonna go find a girl to dance with, you two have fun!” Steve wanted nothing more than to punch Bucky. He knew what he was doing leaving him here with you. He talked about how beautiful you were for the past two months. “Hey, I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake. Steve smiled a slight blush reappearing on his cheeks. “Steve.” You sat back down at the bar, Steve following suit. “So Steve tell me about yourself.” You smiled the most gorgeous smile Steve has ever seen. “Well, I love to draw...” From there you two didn’t stop talking until almost two in the morning. 

Steve blushing a fair amount and you laughing. Finally you found Bucky and told him you guys were leaving. “Use protection!” That was a fair moment for the both of your faces to burn bright red. Steve being the gentleman he is walked you all the way home. “Thanks for walking with me Steve.” You smiled biting your bottom lip slightly. Steve’s lips looked so plump and pink, and ready to be kissed. Steve noticed your eyes flicker to his lips as you licked your own. His heart skipped a beat. 

Steve had thought about kissing you for the past month and now the thought had slightly scared him. What if you didn’t really like him? What if he was a bad kisser? It’s not like he was experienced. The one thought really hurt him. What if he was too small and skinny for you? You noticed the expression on Steve’s handsome face and frowned. What was he thinking. He looked so sad suddenly. You hated it. “Steve?” You whispered as you stepped so close to him you could feel his breathing on your cheeks. 

He seemed to snap out of it at how close you were. “Y/N, what are you doing?” His face turned the lightest shade of pink and you couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re so handsome.” Your words caught Steve off guard. Him handsome? He had never thought of it before. You knew you caught him off guard so you took this chance to reach up and steal a kiss. For a moment Steve was stiff but eventually responded. His lips seemed to perfectly mold against your own. 

Your lips dancing with Steve’s. This was a gentle, passionate kiss. Shy yet just rough enough to know what he felt. Steve grabbed you waist in his hands and slowly pushed you against your front door. Your hands resting on his shoulders. Feeling a surge of confidence you swiftly take his bottom lip between your teeth tugging gently. Steve groaned pressing a little harder into you. He broke the kiss hovering over you with both of you panting heavily. “Can I take you o-out on a date?” You giggled, nodding. 

Steve smiled the most dashing smile you’ve ever seen. “I’ll call you tomorrow?” You asked still feeling up in the clouds from the kiss. “Of course, doll.” “Goodnight, Rogers.” You smiled and walked in your apartment the smile never leaving. As you closed the door you leaned against it sliding all the way down to the ground. 

“I have a date with Steve Rogers!” 

[pinkaddisonisevil]

TitLE

Pink Addison would bully me for listening to 100 Gecs in a way where you can’t tell if they are being serious or not because you aren’t really friends but like you aren’t really not friends either so you feel mildly uncomfortable being around them because you can’t tell if they genuniely would ddo such a thing

[modern-oedipus]

“Hey, this thing you do kinda makes me uncomfortable. I’d rather you didn’t do it.”

“Okay, thank you for letting me know. If this is not a clearly toxic action I will not force myself to change, so you are free to leave my company if you are that uncomfortable. On the other hand, now that I know that it makes you uncomfortable I am going to be more careful about it and preferably not perform this act around you— unless that act is a core of my personality that I am proud and I do not want to change. If that is the case, it is simply our values that are not matching, so I respect you if you don’t want to associate me further.”

A very very very thin but a very valid line. It’s important to know when to genuniely stop doing something because it truly disturbs your friends/loved ones, but it is even more important to not give up on your true self for the sake of pleasing others.

Example:

“Hey, you’re always lighting a cigarette when you sit with me and I’m really disturbed by the smoke.”

“I apologize. Now that I know you really dislike the smoke, I’ll pay attention not to smoke when I’m hanging out with you— or smoke frequently less, or stand a few feet away from you while I’m smoking. On the other hand, I smoke anyway so I will probably not quit cigarettes. So if you are constantly going to be disturbed by this, maybe you should consider not going out with me because I do like smoking, in the end.”

Disclaimer: I don’t even smoke.

A reverse example would be:

“Hey, you singing your heart out or wearing anime costumes make me really uncomfortable. You should stay silent, dress less attention-striking, etc, etc.”

“Thank you for letting me know. I’m sorry, but this is who I am and I won’t apologize for it. As long as we are somewhere where it’s not inappropriate to sing (like a hospital, classroom etc) I will sing as much as I want & wear whatever I want. You’re free to go if you don’t want to go through me being myself and enjoying it w/o harming others.”

if you ask someone to stop doing/saying something that makes you uncomfortable and they respond by making it all about their own hurt feelings until YOU end up apologising to THEM, that’s manipulation. shut it down.

[modern-oedipus]

TPN Ships

NorRay’s most probably not gonna happen unless Norman dramatically decides that his true love is Ray and not the girl he loved for 13 years, so I stan for Rayemma as the endgame in canon. At least that’s a healthy relationship with a girl and boy genuniely being through thick and thin together, supporting and challenging each other, calling each other out on their bullshit when needed, having healthy discussions, and feeling just so happy and safe and home when together.

I’d die for NorRay to sail, yes, but let’s be real, Norman’s not gonna love him romantically unless a miracle happens or unless Norman’s bi or unless they go all poly which is just not something I expect TPN to express because, first of all they’re kids (creepily enough, I read that age of consent in Japan is 13 so you can actually expect anything but still wtf is that age consent, anyway), especially to think Japan is quite conservative and TPN is being published on Shonen Jump. I don’t think authors nor publishers would like to risk their career and money by making a LGBT+ plot twist for the main people, and it looks like Noremma is gonna be the endgame anyway, because they’ve been hinted from the very start— Norman’s confession, the “Norman’s the princess” reference and all, but like... It also feels like any of them could die any moment so...

Idk. At this point NorRay is my otp and I’ll love them regardless of the endgame, but if anything RayEmma would make me sooo happy if they sailed and NorEmma would make me downright uncomfortable but like, who cares imma just gonna continue writing my bi fics

Peace out