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A really bad trailer for Sonic coming out right after End Game’s massive success is a perfect example of the Universe finding ways to balance itself out.

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Wait does the Falcon and Winter Soldier TV show mean that we’re getting a theme song

PLEASE TELL ME IT’S SOME KIND OF EIGHTIES OR NINETIES HARD ROCK SONG

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Marvel News

NEW photos from the LA premiere of Endgame. With the cast looking as lovely as ever.

We’re in the endgame now….

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Are you gay?

Hello!

I am not. (I do love Brie Larson a lot, she is my girl crush haha.) But I do know a hand full of people who are gay or bi who are some of my friends.

I support everyone no matter what, so love who you love and don’t let people bring you down or tell you not to love who you want.

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Marvel News: Disney + series

It has been confirmed that Tom Hiddleston will be playing Loki in his new Disney + series. There were rumors going around that Tom would be the narrator of the show while it showed a younger Loki. Now, the show is to be with Tom as Loki going around different eras and causing mischief (as usual with Loki, but we love it and him).

I am so very excited to see this series! What are your thoughts?

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repost if you won’t post Endgame spoilers

Please!!! Do NOT spoil anything about Endgame. I want to inforce this is much because of what this movie is, what it means to people, what it means to the actors and people behind the scenes. When the times comes do not post spoilers about Endgame.

I will be seeing it a couple days after it comes out so I personally would greatly appreciate this but I think many other people would too. Thank you.

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what if the teenage mutant ninja turtles exist in the mcu but they’re just really good at staying under the radar and criminals are too embarrassed to admit they got beat up by some guys in “turtle costumes” so they blame daredevil. peter parker worked as a pizza delivery boy for a while and brought like eight pizzas to a man hole cover but thought nothing of it bc nyc

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y’all know that john mulaney quote “the things crazy people say mean nothing to them but everything to me?”

every time i hear that quote, i think about how i got this light-up pen

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Awkwardly Silent CC shopping | Links down below! ♡

Hey! I would really appriciate it if you guys could watch my first YT video! Maybe give some feedback and subscribe?

#sims 4 #simscc #cc shopping #cc sims4 #my yt vids

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When You Were Sick • Avengers Preferences 4

Tony

-Being the only father figure to you, he'd try and take of you as much as possible.

-he'd get you anything you like

-he stay with you until you fell asleep, if you weren't already asleep.

-he'd turn on Doc McStuffins, because that was your favourite show when you were sick.

-when you were better he'd give you whatever you want still, and take you out to lunch to eat like never before.

Steve

-he'd worry about you constantly when on missions without you

-he'd vent, or miss shots at enemies over his worries for you.

-once he got back, he squeeze you like it was the last time he'd see you.

-he'd protest when he had to leave you, even though he loved fighting crime and being all justified.

-once he left he'd phone you frantically in the quinjet.

-the signal would break up and he'd get flustered and worried

-everyone would have to calm him down and remind him that you just had a cold and that you were alright.

-once you were better, he'd treat you to whatever you liked.

Bruce

-he'd talk to Natasha about all the different illnesses you could have out of pure panic

-Natasha would have to calm him down as he'd go as far as cancer, and cystic fibrosis.

-he'd come in and check on you frantically, and anytime the nurses said he couldn't he'd bring out the green guy, restricting him from you even longer.

-when he could, he'd slip a little remedy medicine in your tea, to get you better faster.

-when you were better,  he'd go on and on about how worried he was and how many things he thought you could have, even though all you had was the flu.

Thor

-he'd demand everyone to leave you but him

*even loki*

- he'd stay with you no matter what. He'd eat what you ate so you didn't feel left out, and sleep in the same bed as you, even though your sick *i mean he's a god so*

-once you got better, he'd let everyone visit you, even Loki.

Loki *I KNOW HE ISN'T A AVENGER BUT LEMME MOURN*

-He'd be more flustered than ever

-More mischievous to Thor

-He'd be constantly trying to find ways to get you better, even resulting to magically remixes, but the nurses always rejected them.

-you'd tell him you'd be fine but he never believed you, he just acted like he did to make you feel better.

-if Thor even took a step in the hallway with anything that he thought wouldn't be healthy to he around you, he'd stop him, and if Thor didn't comply it was total drama warfare.

-once you were better, he'd cuddle you until your arms cramped.

T'Challa

-he'd be frantically asking shuri to produce something that could make you better fast even if you only had a cold, and were already getting better.

-he'd refuse to go on missions that weren't as upper scale in the threat rate until you were better.

-his team would have to pull him out of your room to make him go, as he was truly worried some kind of foreign animal had bitten you in Nigeria, or you were pricked by something, anything to stay with you he made it up,

-he worked himself up about it all the time

-when he came back, he'd demand some kind of test to make sure you were alright, no matter what.

-when you were better you'd joke about how panicked he was for a simple cold.

Bucky [Sickness is worse ex. Coma,]

-He'd work himself up about it as you were in the OR

-when the results came back, he'd freeze and frantically go on about how it's not possible.

-Steve would comfort him about it.

-you'd be unconscious, but somehow aware of his presence when he came in.

-he'd talk to you about how much he loves you, and how you'd pull through, that he knew it.

-if the doctors tried to remove him from the room, he'd get all protective. Seeing how he had a metal arm, they'd back off.

-when the doctors had to move you, he be right there beside you, comforting you.

-when your coma deepened, he was depressed. It had been weeks and you hadn't pulled through.

-tony suggested that they turn off life support, that you were hanging in a thread and you'd be memory less.

-Bucky pinned him to a wall when he suggested it.

-eventually you'd pull through and he'd be happier than ever.

-you'd remember somethings, but especially Bucky.

#marvel #mcu #wattpad #imagine #y/n #avengers preferences #whenyouweresick #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #the winter solider #chris evans #captain america #steve rogers #tony stark #rdj #robert downey jr #t’challa #chadwick boseman #bruce banner #mark ruffalo #thor odinson #thor #chris hemsworth #loki laufeyson #loki #tomhiddleston #tom hiddleston

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When you were recruited • Avengers Prefrences 5

Wanda

-She was in glee to see another person with gifts join the team.

-She toured you everywhere, even gave you the deets on the bathrooms.

-She offered to have you sleep in her room as yours was being built still.

-When you finally went on a mission, she'd give you all the tips she had as you two were quite similar with your powers.

-She'd teach you how to make gourmet meals, especially soup.

Steve

-He'd give you a warning about the risk your about to take. Then he'd welcome you to the team once you accepted the risk.

-He'd introduce you to everyone in the tower with glee of the new recruitment.

-On your first mission, he'd make sure you were comfortable consecutively.

-He'd tell the others to assist you if you needed, and to be gentle.

-Also to watch their language.

-When you guys got back to headquarters you'd all have some takeout and celebrate your win.

Tony

-He'd be strict about what you could and couldn't do yet seeing how you were new.

-He'd pair you with Peter a also new addition to the crew.

-He'd make you train even though you were fully capable

-On your first mission if you got a single scratch or said a single ow it was back to headquarters you'd go.

-So you'd hold it in.

-When you got back, you all would celebrate your win, and officially welcome you to the avengers.

Bucky

-He was your designated trainer assigned by Steve

-He wasn't to rough on you the first week he trained you, he was quite gentle and welcoming.

-but by the second week the training got more intense, it left you with scars, scabs, scratches, blisters, bumps, bruises you name it.

-You were still unable to beat him, once you could beat him your training was over.

-Sometimes He'd give you leeway, he'd let you think you had a chance at beating him.

-he'd give you encouragement, more than you needed.

-by the 6th week you finally kinda beat him, you had burned weight from all the training, it wore you out.

#marvel #mcu #wattpad #preferences #avengers preferences #y/n #cute #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #chris evans #captain america #tony stark #rdj #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #robert downey jr

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Innocent Crushes [Peter Parker]

Warning: Fluffy!

Word Count: 1190

I had twenty missed calls from a unknown number. It never worried me though, my dad told me telemarketers always do that to get you to call and steal your information.

But it distracted me, I was attempting to study for the English SOL that would effect the rest of my life according to my teacher. So I called back.

I got no answer on the other line, which kind of relived me as I'd hate to have missed a call from someone who needed me.

A couple minutes later, I got a call from my best friend, Lindsay. She was rambling on about her dad, and how he was going on his rampage again. She begged to go out and just walk in the city with me, as she couldn't stand to see him like that. As always, I rushed over to her house with some coffee and we walked in the neon lit city.

I got a call from the same number again, this time it had NEW YORK CITY, NY as the caller ID. I picked it up, it's from my City maybe it's someone I know?

"Y/N, it's mom." I let out a gasp, my mother hadn't contacted us ever since the divorce and she went to live with that bum of a man Jeff. "Mom? What's up?" I ask, my resting bitch face showcasing. "I need you guys to come over for Christmas, next week." She says. I sighed. "We're going to Pete's apartment, mom. We don't want to go. I told you that."

"Sweetheart, I'm your mother. Please."

"You should have thought about that before you married a snake." I ended the call, my eyebrows furrowed. "You're really mean to your mom you know," Lindsay says, I giggled. "Well, she deserves it. She just abandoned my dad for that shit-bag." I complain. "That's true,"

Peter was FaceTiming me, I pulled out my phone and gave him a big smile. "Pete! Hey! What's up?" I asked, showing Lindsay the phone. "Hey, I uh, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out for a movie? Tonight? I know it's a school night, but I need a break from studying." Peter suggested. "Of course Pete, meet you at 9?"

Peter nodded, and ended the call.

"You know he has a massive crush on you, right?" Lindsay asks. "Linds..he does not!" You defend. "And you have a massive crush on him! And, do you not see the way he looks at you, he thinks your cute." She says, squeezing my cheeks. "Linds, we've been friends since preschool, he doesn't like me! I don't like him! I would know if he liked me, I know legit everything about peter."

"Not everything.." Lindsay mumbled. "What do you mean not everything?" I asked. "I can't tell you, how about you ask your friend that you know so much about." She teases. "Oh hush, I'll ask him what it is. If he doesn't tell me, your lying." I say, she smiles. "If he kisses you tonight, your buying me a martini." She jokes.

A couple hours passed, Peter stood on his heels rocking back and fourth puffing his cheeks and whistling. I waved and he smiled, jogging over to give me a hug. "What's up! Let's see that movie. I'm a little fashionably late, sorry." I say, scoffing at fashionably late. When was blue skinny jeans and a Virginia beach sweatshirt fashionable. He chuckles. "No worries."

He puts his arm on my shoulders, pulling me into a awkward side hug. "Hey, Pete. I have a question."

He smiles. "What's up?" We stop at the register, he orders one large popcorn and two auqafina waters.

"What is it that you're not telling me?" I ask as we wait for our food. Peter's eyes widen, "Uh, Um, nothing, I tell you everything remember?" His voice cracks, and goes up another octave. "Pete, don't lie!" I say, grabbing the popcorn.

"I-I'm not lying Y/N." Peter says, shrugging his shoulders. "I know when your lying, your voice cracked." I say, Peter sighs. "Ok. Y/N." Peter pulled me to the side closest to the wall, it was a dark corner. I stared at his hand on mine, he looked down at it and quickly pulled it away.

"Um. I want to tell you. Cuz' there is something I'm just not sure how, and I don't want you to react negatively..and-"

"Do you like me?" I asked, cutting him off. His eyes popped out of his sockets, I felt my heart drop awaiting his response. "Uh..yeah..yeah I do. I really do. I have for a while..But uh-"

"Pete! Why didn't you tell me!" I pulled him into a hug. "Well, I knew you liked Ron, so I didn't want to cause conflict."

"Pete, Ron is out of the picture, remember, we broke up?" I ask, Peter nods. "I just assumed you weren't ready to be in a relationship again." Peter says. I smiled. "Well..I mean. I'm not sure. It's been a couple months," I smirked. "I mean, I like you. I think." I say, he smiles. "You do?" I nod.

"Maybe we could make this a date? Instead of a hangout?" I ask, he smiles. "Uh, yeah sure." We make our way towards the theatre.

"Hey, Peter, what else aren't you telling me?" I ask, he stops in his tracks. "Oh, um. Can we talk about it later?" He asks, I nod. "Of course."

The movie is near concluding, I'm laying my head on Peter's chest, I can feel his heart beating which calmed me down a bit. I get antsy in movie theatres, and it makes it hard to focus on the movie.

Peter looked down at me, he was smiling. I looked up at him and he immediately turned away. I shoved him playfully. "Are you scared to look me in the eye?" I whisper, "No..ok..maybe..yes, it's just that your really, uh, beautiful." He smiles, blushing like a tomato.

I blushed as well, placing my head deeper into his chest. "Is that's why your heart beat is so fast?" I ask, he smiles. "Maybe.."

The movie ends and Peter and I stand up, brushing off the popcorn on our clothes. "I barley even watched the movie." Peter says as we exit, I giggle. "Me either,"

It was colder than it was when we got here, which wasn't abnormal for winter. Peter held the door open for me.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" He asks, I nod. "Of course."

On our walk, we talked about our childhood memories, most of them embarrassing.

We made it to my apartment building, Peter smiled, and opened his mouth to say goodnight but before he could I leaned in and kissed him, it was a light peck. "Good-."

"Wow." He smiled widely.

"Wow indeed."

He leaned in and kissed me back, this time it was longer, no tongue, just a kiss with complete passion.

"Boy am I happy I went out tonight." I say, kissing him again.

#marvel #mcu #wattpad #imagine #y/n #peter parker x y/n #tom holland #fluff #cute #movie

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Competetor [Bucky Barnes]

Summary

Bucky and you compete all the damn time. You compete at waking up earliest for heavens sake. Secretly for both of you it's because you wanna impress each other because of your huge ass crush on each other.

Mature: Kissing, Hella Profanity,

Word Count: 1333

Character: James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes

Side Note: I thought of the song Keep On by Kehlani when I writing this!

DISCLAIMER: I know not everyone is petite, short! It's just for the story! Xx. B yourself! Xx

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I grabbed my phone and immediately texted Bucky. "Haha, I'm up before your ass." I texted, my door opened. A throaty chuckle sounded, I sighed. "Damnit, why?" I got up and walked over to him,

"Do you even sleep Barnes? I'm pretty sure you don't need to." I complained. He chuckled. "I do actually, or I get cranky. It's like 5 am, what are you doing up anyway?" He asks. "It's competition Friday!" I say, he smiles. "We are still doing that?" He asks, I sigh. "So you don't mind if I get to the donut store first?" I ask, running to my closet and grabbing my clothes.

"Hell fucking no." He mutters and dashes for the elevator. A couple minutes later I follow behind, once I get out of the tower, I see him sprinting like a serial killer was behind him.

"Barnes! Wait up! I have short legs!" I say, he slows down, and turns around to wait for me. Jogging in place. "Your in much better shape than me, this is gonna be unfair." I complained, tying my shoes tightly. "Mhm, you run faster than me, even though your about a foot shorter." He says, I chuckled. "Hey,  don't bring my height into this, I didn't have veggies growing up, ok?" I say, he smiles.

"Your tying your shoes slightly tight." He smiles, and kneels down next to me. "I don't wanna trip, or worry about tripping." I say. "It'll slow me down."

"Sure it will, can I go now?" He asks, "calm down McEager." I say, he chuckled.

"We have to be even, put your right foot on this line." I say, we both put our feet on the line. He looks at me with this intimidating stare, I laugh. "You ready? 3, 2, 1, go!"

We both sprint off, I start off getting in front of him but he sooner or later gets in front of me. There's a gate, being NYC, he jumps up and climbs it, as do I, I just take a bit longer.

"Shit," He takes a breath after he got up it. I get off the gate and run past him. "Winded much?" I yell; he laughs and runs up to me, at my pace. "Not at all."

"I see the store, you better move those feet Barnes." I say, he chuckled. "Way ahead of you doll." He gets faster. "Don't call me that!" I yell, getting to his pace.

"Why not?" He asks, stopping at the busy street. "Because," I say, stopping abruptly next to him with my hands on my hips.

He looks down at me, and smiles. "I'm gonna call you doll for as long as I live." He says. "That's like another century!" I say, "hey, watch it doll." He says, I giggle. "Can we go now? Damn these fucking cars are getting on my goddamn nerves." I mutter, Bucky chuckled.

"We can now." He says, I follow behind him cutting between cars. I see the donut store and remember a faster detour. I take it, Bucky sticks to his route.

Somehow, in some supernatural way, he made it there before me, and already ordered for the tower. "Damn you Barnes." I say, winded. He smiles. "Do you wanna walk back?" He asks. "No, carry me." I say, "and hold donuts?" He asks. "Yes, I'm not that tall." I say, he sighs.

"Fine, but you hold the donuts." He says, I nod, and take the donuts from him. He scoops me up and holds me bridal style. "It's like a 15 minute walk doll." He says. "Well, I'm winded, isn't that McObvious?" I ask, he chuckled. "You just live for those MC jokes don't you." He says; I nod.

We stay mostly silent for the rest of the walk, Steve is waiting outside the tower with tony and Sam. "Barnes, Y/N, where were you two? Steve was worried Barnes wasn't in bed when he woke up." Tony jokes. "Fuck off stark." Bucky says, tony laughs.

"Tony, can you go a day without making gay jokes?" I ask, "last time I checked I'm bi, so FUCK off." I muttered, tony laughed. "That's different Y/N; bi-"

"don't get into it; it's a millennial trap." Some random guy says. "It is not!" I say offended. "Well; it is kinda a trap; if he says something unacceptable, he suddenly a homophobe." Peter says, coming out the glass doors.

"Are you trying to say something Peter?" I ask; he chuckled. "No; no I'm not I'm just saying, everyone makes mistakes?" Peter asks, "what mistake did I make?" Tony asks frustrated. "You tried my sexuality!" I say, "I did?" Tony asks. "Oh my- I'll see you guys inside."

I rush inside, Wanda, Bucky, and Natasha are eating the donuts. "Hey, leave some for me you assholes." I say, scooting next to Bucky in the couch. "I bought a hundred doll, calm down." Bucky says, "Bucky, stop calling me doll! I'm not plastic!" I say, Bucky chuckled.

"Y/N, if someone calls you doll it's a backhanded compliment." Natasha says. "Nat! That doesn't make it better!" I say, "I'm just saying," she says.

"According to the urban dictionary, it's slang for a pretty; but either dumb or expressionless woman; or it means your cute." Wanda says, looking down at her phone. "What?" I say, "well which one do you mean Barnes?" I ask, Bucky chuckles. "I don't know you tell me." He says. "What! Bucky!" I say, Natasha chuckled. "I need a shower," she left to her room.

"I need to make tea; I'm off today, I'll be in the kitchen." Wanda says, leaving me and Bucky alone. I still wanted a answer from him. "Bucky, just tell me I don't wanna guess, I hate guessing, I suck at guessing." I say, he smiles.

"You're actually stuck on this huh?" He asks, I nod. "I really am!" I say, he smiles. "It means your adorable, at least when I say it." He says, I blushed. "You think I'm adorable?" I ask, he nods. "Does that mean you like; like me?" I ask.

"Come here," He says, I raise a eyebrow. "Just come here," He says, chuckling. I get up and sit next to him.

He grabbed the last jelly donut. "This is your favourite right?" He asks, I nod. "I'm gonna eat it, what are you gonna do about that?" I asks, I try to grab it, he sticks half of it in his mouth.

"I'm confused, does this mean you like me?" I ask:

"Do you like me?" He asks. "I-I well, oh." I realized what I was supposed to do, or what he expected me to do:

I leaned in and clasped the other end of the donut with my mouth, pulling on it, and chewing it before

leaning into kiss him. "This is so weird." I say, within our kiss. "It was the only way I could think of getting it across without being a awkward mess." He says, after releasing from our kiss.

"Can you kiss me again?" I ask, "why in the hell would I do that?" He asks; and chuckles. "I'm kidding Y/N," He says, and leans into kiss me again, I grab his hair in a fistful. And kiss him back with lust.

"So this means you like me right?" I ask, he nods: "yes, this means I like you, doll:" he smiles and kisses me again. "I like you too, Barnes."

#marvel #mcu #wattpad #imagine #y/n #bucky barnes #sebastianstan #sebastian stan #the winter solider #cute #mature

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adult person: life gets faster as you get older!

me aged 10: sounds fake but ok

me now:

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self care is unfollowing people who post negative shit about stuff that makes you happy

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FUUUUCK 4K!

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I don’t want no scrub [Sebastian Stan Short Story] Chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I mean no offence to anyone! This book is strictly fictional and the beliefs of the characters DeShawn, and Alessia’s father disgust me. But..for plot I have added them in. If you are also uncomfortable about men treating women as property..please do not read it. If you are in a abusive relationship you feel you cannot get out of, you can! Please get help! Professional help! It isn’t safe to stay in a abusive relationship, no matter if the abuse is verbal or physical. Please get help. If you need someone to talk to..I’m here! Just PM me <3

Alessia

I let the cold rain drip down my hair, and onto my light windbreaker my mother gave me a couple years back.

I knew I shouldn't be walking around in the dark on a Friday night. Which happens to he one of the worst nights to be out alone in Brooklyn. But I liked the breeze, and I needed a break from DeShawn.

He wasn't a asshole abusive compulsive liar when I met him in college. But we've been together for 8 years, and I assumed once his abusive behaviours showed up, they'd gradually disappear. Unfortunately, the only thing that disappeared is my hope that it'll get better and I'll find a way to get out this relationship without being murdered in cold blood.

But today, he told me to treat myself. Of course he gave me a curfew. 6:00 PM. Apparently he knows the city, and he knows I'll get raped by some random man that isn't him. Duh. I thought to myself as he said that. I suppose I made a face he didn't approve of when he said that, so he slapped me. I covered it up with my foundation.

DeShawn's ringtone popped up on my phone, he was really my only contact besides my parents, and a couple of female friends. If I even associated with any man besides him, I got punished. Each punishment had its own pain.

"Hello?" I asked, he huffed and puffed so loud I could hear it clearly. "Bitch, who the fuck do you think you are?" He yelled over the phone. I didn't reply, I knew it would end up in me getting hurt, and him gaining more power over me.

"Answer me." His voice calmed.

"I'm your girlfriend, DeShawn." I say.

"Wrong answer, you're my property."

"I-I."

"Get your ass home now. It's 5:55." DeShawn demands.

Tears well up in my eyes, "DeShawn. No." I muttered.

"What? Alessia? What did you say?" DeShawn says, I can practically feel his hand upon my neck already.

"I said NO. I'm sick of you treating me like property. I'm not your slave." I said a tad louder. He groaned over the phone.

"I'll kick you out of the house if you don't get your ass home now." He says. "I'm the one who pays for it. You can't." I say, still crying. My attempt at intimidation failing tremendously.

He stays silent for a while before ending the call. I knew the house was close to where I was, so I ran to the nearest bar and hid out there. I know he wouldn't make a scene in front of more than unfamiliar 10 people.

I sat on the barstool, wiping my tears away, and smudging my eyeliner as well as my mascara in the process.

Someone sat down next to me and ordered two beers, I felt their eyes on me.

Instinct told me to turn around, in the case they were DeShawn. But they were quite the opposite of mean ol’ DeShawn

They were Caucasian, they had blue eyes and slightly messy brown hair. A welcoming smile, and they didn't dress like a gangster.

I remembered my dad telling me to never trust a white man, because of his experiences with one. I hate my father because of his views. I told him that he was just as racist as the next racist. That it made no difference that he was black. That colours didn’t matter. He hasn’t talked to me ever since.

I haven’t really got to know many Caucasians, being DeShawn’s property the only time I get time to socialise is times like this when I usually just want to be alone. He’s very subjective by race. I hate that the most about him. Besides the fact that he uses women, or at least he uses me as if I’m property.

I have a million reasons to get out of this abusive relationship but every time I get close I remember the good times I had with him, or the fact that he’ll probably hurt me if I try and leave.

Though the person he is makes it easier to disrespect him, the end-result of my disobedience will always direct me back to him, in the fear of getting hurt again, and again.

I direct my eyes towards the man with blue eyes sitting next to me, I smile at him. He’s already smiling. His smile widens, and he chuckles.

“I bought you a beer, if you drink beer. I hope you do, it’s really expensive at this particular bar.” He grasped onto the beer,

“I-I, do. T-Thank you.” I stuttered, grasping the beer bottle in my hand and chugging almost half of the bottle at once. Shortly gagging from the impact.

He chuckled, and patted my back as I choked. “I’m Sebastian,” He said.

I stared at him for a second before answering with a um.

He raised a eyebrow, I looked at him with a certain look on my face, and he chuckled.

“I’m uh, Alessia.” I said, he smiled. “Nice to meet you Alessia.”

“Nice to meet you Sebastian.”

We sat at the bar in silence for a couple minutes. I decided it was time for me to go back home and get the suffering over with.

“Well, uh. Thanks for the drink Sebastian. But, I um. I better be going.” I involuntarily let my voice crack, the overwhelming feeling of already being strangled and spanked by DeShawn running through my mind.

He smiled, “Here take my number.”

He pulled a mini crumpled up sticky note out his pocket, and a pen.

He handed me the sticky note with his phone number written neatly on the paper. “T-Thanks.”

I felt bad, knowing I’d had to through his number out before I even left the bar. If DeShawn found out I don’t know what he’d do.

I hopped off the stool, and grabbed my bag. Wiping my eyes, slightly smudging my mascara and eyeliner.

He hopped down shortly after me. He skimmed me. “Are you alright?” He asks.

I call that question the break down question. It’s not a of course I’m not alright situation because he doesn’t know me. It’s a I’m concerned about a stranger and I actually care situation.

“I-I. I am-” I scrunch my nose and click my heels. He notices this.

“Can I take you for a walk before you rush off to who knows where?” He asks, holding his hand out.

“I-I guess.”

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